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The sun was high on the sky when Quinn and Jameson walked up the stairs to the huge palace in front of them. By order from Jameson, she was dressed in full uniform, even though it was hot as hell. "It´s about showing a good example!" Jameson had told her when she had complained. There were guards all over the place and Quinn felt herself getting a bit jealous over how little clothes they were wearing. Irrational she knew, but there she was.
"Take off your cap" Jameson told her, and Quinn did as he said. They walked inside and was met with the chief of police who was smiling at them. They bowed shortly, just for the sake of being polite. Quinn looked around the room, guards was standing like statues around the room, as well as servants. A small table with two chairs was placed in front of the throne as well as pillows was scattered around the throne. "Does the Queen speak English?" Jameson asked. The chief looked at them before shaking his head.
"No"
"Alright" Jameson said and smiled as a bell sounded.
"There she is" Quinn spoke quietly. A huge door opened and the brunette from yesterday, walked inside the grand room and Quinn was in shock. Today, the woman was dressed in a beautiful long red dress, which showed the small woman´s form. She had a small gold bracelet on her upper arm, and a set of matching earrings. She also had a small pearl necklace around her neck. She looked stunning, Quinn thought. The woman stopped and waved before she caught Quinn´s eyes and blushed. Jameson leaned into Quinn with a small smirk.
"She doesn't look rather intelligent. This will be a piece of cake" He straightened his back and was about to walk closer to her when a booming voice from behind them, interrupted him.
"Think again, Jameson" His eyes widened comically, and Quinn would have laughed if it wasn't serious. He knew that voice. Quinn turned around and was faced with an older version of the brunette, passing her. She followed her and now saw the girl sitting next to the throne with a tiny smile gracing her lips.
"Her Majesty, The Queen!" The Chief of police happily announced.
"No…"
"Come closer, Jameson" The Queen said and waved them closer. Jameson smiled tightly and stepped closer to her. Shelby was dressed in a golden shoulder dress, with a red circle pattern. A golden bracelet and gold earring and to finish it, a golden crown donned with red feathers.
"You still remember me, Shelby. What is it? Twenty years since the last time?" Quinn trailed behind him. "This is Quinn Fabray. My first mate" He introduced. "Quinn, this is Shelby Corcoran" The princess looked up at them with interest and Quinn thought it wasn't fair for her to know Quinn´s name, but not hers.
"Berry" Shelby said smiling.
"Oh, you did marry Hiram?"
"Yes, we got married about nineteen years ago by our bookseller" She said and smiled at the memory. Jameson on the other hand frowned.
"Bookseller?" Quinn asked confused.
"Yes, he sells hymnbooks and bibles" Shelby looked down. "That's my daughter" Jameson and Quinn bowed briefly for the princess.
"Ah, lovely to meet you Miss Berry" Jameson said. Quinn smiled shyly to the girl, who blushed and looked down.
"She´s the heir to the crown"
"She´s very pretty" Jameson told Shelby who chuckled in response and smiled to her daughter who was looking up at her.
"Yes. For once, Hiram did a good job" Quinn wanted to speak with the princess but didn't want to appear rude to the Queen.
"My friend became a King then?" Shelby laughed.
"Not a chance. He´s useless to this job" Quinn noticed the princess giving her mother a bit of a glare and chuckled. A daddy´s girl it seems. "No, you see, I took over the crown after an election" She spoke nonchalant. Jameson frowned.
"Election? But they can´t write" He said carefully as he scanned the room for any offended faces.
"No, but I helped them" Shelby said and looked at her nails.
Jameson nodded in understanding. "Wisely" Quinn looked at him sceptically and discreetly rolled her eyes.
"Well, let´s get to business" Shelby said and clapped her hands as she yelled out some kind of gibberish. "Sit" Quinn and Jameson sat down in front of her. "So, what´s is this unexpected visit about?"
"You see, it´s really not that big of a deal. There´s a rock on this island, right Fabray?" Quinn nodded.
"Yes, it´s not worth a thing" She spoke convincingly.
"Absolutely not, but we thought we might could strike a deal and get a small amount of money out of it, if we get exclusive rights to it of course. Then over time, we will pick up small quantities. Nothing big." He said with a small smirk. Shelby´s face was like stone. No facial expressions at all and Quinn didn't like that one bit. She looked at the princess, who looked worried.
"What did you have in mind with these rocks?" Shelby asked. Jameson stuttered as he tried to find something to say. He hadn't expected to explain himself.
"Oh, er…" He looked at Quinn, who also didn't know what to say. "Souvenirs from Pearl Island" He spoke quickly. Quinn nodded encouragingly at him.
"People loves these things" She added. Shelby just stared at them as the princess hid her smile in her hands.
"Young woman, would you please come up here?" Quinn´s smile faded.
"Me?" She asked and pointed at herself. Shelby nodded, and Quinn cautiously stood up and walked up two steps and stopped in front of the intimidating Queen.
"Take a look behind my chair" Quinn was madly confused but did as told. "Did you take a really good look?" Quinn nodded.
"Yes, your Majesty" Quinn said and stood in front of her again as Shelby looked up at her.
"Do I have a note on my back saying IDIOT?" Quinn stood straight, lips thinned into a straight line.
"No"
"Thank you" Shelby said. Quinn could feel the embarrassment on her face as she felt a small warm spread. She bit her lip as she walked down back to her chair. She heard a small chuckle and saw the princess grinning. Quinn couldn't help but smile to her. It was a bit infective. The princess received at look from her mother and stopped immediately. Shelby leaned forward and stared down at them. "Those souvenirs should perhaps fall down from the sky and blow up cities, huh? With a loving note from Pearl Island following along with it" Before they could answer a loud bang sounded and both Quinn and Jameson jumped in their chairs.
"What was that?" Jameson asked frightened.
"That´s just the French doing some tests" She spoke with no care. Jameson looked disappointed.
"Did you sell your underground to the French?"
"Yes. On one condition that any stones from the island, mustn't be removed for the next 150 years" She spoke proudly.
"How come?" Quinn asked curiously.
"By that time, they hopefully had found a more sensible solution for using uranium" She said and leaned back on her throne. "And I won´t put my name on anything before that. We are too civilized" Shelby yelled again. Jameson and Quinn looked at each other.
"Useless trip, Fabray" He muttered. Quinn nodded slightly, not entirely agreeing with him as she glanched at the princess. Shelby smiled.
"Well, on top of that. Don't you think we need a glass?" A waiter appeared behind them and put two glasses down on the table.
"You could have offered your homeland exclusives. Just for old friendships sake" Jameson said sadly. Shelby sighed.
"You know how it is back home. The matter must be for a commission, that decides to set up a committee, who meets every ten years to replace the dead and to appoint a new meeting and by the time they finally had their head out of their asses, 150 years has passed" She lifted her glass. "Cheers" All of them lifted their glasses and drank.
"That´s vodka?!" Jameson said astounded.
"Yes, they have also been here" Shelby said. Quinn took another sip of it and noticed how the princess drank it all in one mouthful. She blinked and chuckled to herself.
"Did you at least get a decent amount for it then?" Shelby thought about it for a moment.
"About 500 million dollars and they are still paying"
"Wow, then the taxes aren't as high as back home" Shelby scoffed.
"Much higher. About 105%"
"That´s impossible" Quinn said.
"Each taxpayer who fill out his tax return, will receive 105% of his annual income. There is a retirement pension from their eighteen year. The children receive money to go to school and every meal and clothes are paid for" Jameson and Quinn were shocked.
"And I left this island?" Jameson muttered and took a sip of his drink.
"That mustn't be good for your budget on the long run" Quinn said curiously. Shelby shrugged.
"Nonsense. We save in other ways. We don't have any prisons, expect for the pretend one you were in. We only had one sad prisoner. An incorrigible thief. We released him, now he´s minister of finance. Cheers" She said and held up her glass. Jameson blinked before drinking the last of his vodka. He sighed before sitting down the glass.
"You have to tell mere where Hiram is resting. I would really like to pay his grave a visit" Shelby stopped fanning herself and chuckled.
"I think he would be very offended by that" Jameson looked shocked.
"What? He´s alive?"
"Very much indeed and in very good shape. He couldn't do as King, so he became a minister without portfolio" Just as she had finished speaking, trumpets were heard. "There he is" A tall man sitting on a small elephant came into the room.
"Shelby! We got company!" He was dressed in a green shirt and a ridiculous Hawaiian skirt. Quinn chuckled at the sight and heard the princess do the same. She really hoped she could get a chance to speak with her soon. Shelby rolled her eyes.
"Yes, I´m aware" She pointed at Quinn and Jameson. Hiram picked up his binoculars and looked through them.
"Jameson! My old friend!" Hiram slid of the elephant and greeted him with a huge smile. A man took the animal and walked out with it. "It´s so good to see you again! How you been?" Jameson chuckled at the man´s antic. He´s always been kind of eccentric. He stood up and greeted him.
"You too, old pal. I´ve been great. This is Quinn Fabray, my first mate" Jameson said and introduced her to Hiram. Quinn stood up.
"Hello, sir" Quinn said and bowed briefly.
"Hello, young woman" Hiram said smiling. "You finally came back" He said to Jameson.
"Yes. You finally got the girl?" He said and smirked. Hiram nodded.
"Yes, but not for long. We didn't exactly work together as a couple" He said and winked to Shelby, who chuckled and nodded.
"Not at all" She agreed.
"What do you mean?" Jameson asked.
"We´re divorced. I married someone else about fifteen years ago" Hiram answered.
"Really?" Jameson asked in surprise. He for sure had thought they were a match made in heaven. Hiram nodded smiling.
"How about dinner tonight? I unfortunately have to leave now, but we would love to see you and Miss Fabray later" Shelby asked as she stood up, she looked briefly down at her daughter, seeing the infatuation she had with the blonde woman.
"We would gladly attend" Jameson spoke. "Can we bring some of my crew? Not many, just about three others"
"That´s alright" Shelby said before leaving the room with the princess on her heels. Quinn looked longingly after her. Hiram nudged her shoulder and smiled softly.
"She´ll be here tonight, don't worry" Quinn blushed. She didn't think she had been as obvious as she had. She nodded as Hiram and Jameson laughed.
"Let´s go, Quinn. We´ll be back" He turned to Hiram. "I expect to hear more about you, old man" Jameson said. Hiram laughed and nodded. Quinn followed the captain out of the palace and towards their ship. Hours later and Jameson, Quinn, Puck, Finn and Santana were seated at the huge table. They all sat on pillows on the floor, making it all seems cosier. Everyone had put on their best suits or dress and the room was decorated festively. Finn looked sceptically at the chief of police who in return kept sending weird looks his way. Hiram, who sat next to a short man, stood up and rang a tiny bell.
"Long live the Queen" He spoke loudly, and two canon salutes sounded. Everyone followed and stood up. Shelby nodded her appreciation and smiled.
"So, this is your husband?" Jameson asked, trying to understand it all. He had been a tad confused when Hiram had introduced him but accepted it nonetheless. Hiram nodded.
"Yes. Fifteen years and still going strong" He wrapped an arm around the man. "Right, Leroy?" Leroy smiled and nodded.
"That's great! How are you by the way? Is it a nice place to live on this island?" Jameson asked curiously.
"It´s fantastic! Especially since we banned cannibalism. Our chief over there, sometimes gets a relapse when white people comes to the island" Hiram said nonchalant, like it didn't matter. Jameson frowned, not feeling better about that fact.
"What about the French then?"
"They are under protection throughout the year" Hiram replied. Jameson nodded and lifted his cup.
"That´s some interesting cups, you got here"
"It´s half a skull. We have twenty-four" Hiram said excited and took a long sip of the cup. Leroy chuckled from himself as he watched Jameson sitting with his mouth open in shock. Further down the table, Puck leaned into Finn.
"He´s looking at you" He whispered as he locked eyes with the big man. Finn looked scared as he watched him eat, not moving a muscle.
"He licks his slips everytime he looks at us" Finn whispered back. Puck nodded as he lifted his cup.
"Cheers" He said to the chief and gave a forced smile as Finn asked Hiram if he could get the plate with smoked eels.
"Oh, this is not eel" He said as he gave Finn the plate. Finn took it and was about to take a piece when Hiram continued. "It´s rattlesnake" Finn dropped the piece and swallowed hard.
"Do you want some of this?" He asked Puck with a tiny smirk.
"Yeah!" Puck said and took a big piece. He immediately began to eat it with delight. Finn´s smirk faded as he watched Puck eat it. He sighed as his plan failed. Both Quinn and Santana were seated next to the crown princess. Quinn was dressed in her best suit, with tie and all as Santana was dressed in a short red dress, showing more skin than necessary. The princess had arrived later than the others, so Quinn had missed her opportunity to learn the woman´s name before dinner. She wondered why not even her parents addressed her by her name, but in a language, Quinn didn't understand. The princess was dressed in a green dress, with her hair in a loose braid. She even carried a small gold tiara on her head and matching golden earrings. The princess took a sip of her drink, when both Quinn and Santana turned to speak to her at the same time.
"Please stop. I can´t understand when you´re speaking at the same time" The princess smiled. Quinn glared at Santana, who only lifted her eyebrow.
"Who gets to speak first then?" Quinn asked her politely. The princess blushed and shortly looked down before looking up and into hazel green eyes, which seemed mesmerizing for the young princess.
"You" She said to Quinn and smiled. Quinn smiled softly to her.
"What about me?" Santana tried, but got no response. She huffed and took a bite of her food. Soon dinner was finished.
"May I ask, if you want to join me for a walk this beautiful evening?" Quinn dared to ask the beautiful princess. The princess nodded eagerly and accepted Quinn´s outstretched hand. She caught her mother´s eyes, which spoke both approving and a "be careful". She nodded and followed Quinn outside. It was a warm evening and Quinn gracefully helped the princess down the stairs. She was ecstatic. The princess´s hand was so soft, and she could find herself hold it forever. They walked together away from palace, following a small path down the green hill. The princess told stories about the island and Quinn listened intensely.
"I often ran down that way to get to the beach" She said as she pointed to a small hidden path between some trees. "Sometimes it gets too much and even though I´m born here and understand their language, the citizens still get anxious around me" She sighed. "I had made a small hiding place down at the beach, not exactly hiding as mother and father always knew where I was, but they often let me be" She smiled softly. "Want to see it?" Quinn nodded and let herself getting dragged to the place.
A nervous Finn and Puck watched the chief play pool, thinking for the third time, why they agreed to play with him. The ball went in to a hole and the chief laughed manically.
"He´s cheating like hell" Puck whispered to Finn, who nodded.
"I´m not going to say it to him" He replied and shakenly took a mouthful of his drink.
"Me neither. Thank god, we didn't bet on anything" Puck added. The chief turned, ready to take another shot, when Puck took a steep forward "It´s my turn" He said and tried to take the cue from him.
"What?!" The chief yelled, and Puck took a step back.
"It is me" He tried again with a small smile.
"It is him, not you" Finn tried. The chief looked confused.
"What is not me?" He asked. Puck pointed at the cue and back at himself.
"It is me"
The chief shook his head. "Yes, you are not me" He said confused.
Finn shook his head again. "It is not you. It is him" He pointed at Puck. The chief just looked at him and frowned.
"What is he?" Puck scratched his head as Finn replied.
"He is Puck"
"Who is Puck?" Puck sighed heavily.
"It is me!" He answered angrily.
"He is our Puck. He is not you" Finn tried.
"I am NOT your Puck!" The chief bellowed. Finn rolled his eyes and took a deep breath.
"You are not Puck. It is him. He is my friend" He said slowly, trying one more time to get the man to understand them. The chief slammed the cue down in frustration.
"I am not your friend!" Puck and Finn looked at each other and decided it was time to give up.
"Yes, it is your turn" They said and the chief smiled happily before he began to play again.
The princess had convinced Quinn to take a small boat trip down a small river, that went trough the town. A servant was standing behind them, directing the boat as Quinn and the princess was talking quietly together.
"We´ve been together all evening and I don't even know your name" Quinn dared to ask. The princess blushed. She hadn't even thought of that.
"My name is Rachel"
"Rachel…" Quinn said. "That´s a beautiful name to a beautiful woman" Rachel blushed even more. She wasn't used to this kind of attention. "Well, you know mine" Quinn said and smiled softly to her. Rachel nodded.
"You also have a beautiful name and it´s probably very true" Quinn looked confused.
"What do you mean?"
"Quinn means wisdom and intelligence. From what I know of you, it both seems true" Rachel smiled. "I´ve also noticed the small book you carried with you earlier. The Great Gatsby. Not a light reading" Rachel nudged her shoulder and smiled when she saw Quinn´s face getting red. Quinn took the book out and showed it to Rachel. She always carried a book with her.
"Not to offend you, but how do you know so much?" Rachel looked away over the still water, only interrupted by the small waves from their boat.
"When you´re locked on an island, you find other things to do or entertain you. I read a lot, if you must know. Our guests have brought lots of books and other stuff to us, so we know about the world around us" Quinn didn't miss the sad expression on her face and gently entwined their hands.
"Can´t you leave?"
Rachel shook her head. "No. Mother don't want me to. Have almost forbidden me to never do it. I´ve asked why, and she just told me I´m not mature or old enough" She sighed and looked longingly out on the sea before giving a sad smile to Quinn. Quinn squeezed her hand. "Have you been on the sea for a long time?" Rachel asked, trying to change to a lighter subject. Quinn took a deep breath before answering.
"Since I was twelve. I ran away from my family, hid on a ship, don't ask me why a ship because I don't know. Next thing I know, I´m out on the open sea. Jameson didn't like the fact that they had a small child and no less a girl on their ship. He must have seen something because he didn't kick me out on the next dock. He made me work and I busted my ass out to show those old guys that I wasn't weak. That old man grew fond of me and I of him and he took me under his wings. He´s like a father to me" She sighed and looked at Rachel who smiled softly at her.
"Why did you leave your family? If you don't mind me asking"
"My mom…" It was still a sore topic for Quinn even if it was years ago. "She died when I was about nine years old" Rachel´s breath hitched, and she held onto Quinn's hand with both of hers.
"Oh no…"
Quinn swallowed and nodded. "It was only my dad, sister and I left. My dad started drinking and then it went downhill" She sniffed, hating how weak she appeared. Normally she would never talk about her life, but there was something about Rachel that made her spill everything. "He berated me for everything I did, small things like how I forgot to pick up the mail or how I dressed. One night it escalated, and he hit me multiply times while my sister was in the room. She turned her back on me and left me there on floor, crying. I spent two years walking on eggshells around him, but sometimes that wasn't enough, and he would lash out. Never on my sister, always me and one night I had enough, I packed a few things and left" Rachel felt herself tear up by Quinn´s story. She surprised herself by wrapping her arms around Quinn and give her a hug. Quinn was surprised too, but quickly wrapped her arms around the smaller girl, even though they sat in a weird angle. Quinn loved the way, Rachel felt in her arms and noticed a faint scent of flowers from her.
"I´m so sorry, Quinn" Rachel whispered into her shoulder. Quinn unwillingly released the girl and leaned back to look at her.
"What for? It wasn't your fault" Quinn looked away from her. "By the way, I´m over it" She muttered. Rachel smiled sadly, knowing that Quinn wasn't speaking truthfully, but this wasn't the time to point it out. They sat quietly, enjoying the warm evening and the how the small boat moved from the tiny waves on the river. "It´s funny" Quinn spoke quietly as she looked down at their joined hands.
"What is?" Rachel asked softly.
"I´ve never spoken of this before with anyone else than Jameson" Quinn looked up and into Rachel´s eyes. "One look at you and I want to tell everything" She chuckled lightly. "You make me feel at ease" Rachel smiled.
"I´m glad to hear that. I usually never speak about my dreams with anyone else. Practically everyone here knows about my life. The perks of being a well-known character, not that I complain" Quinn smiled to her as she caressed her hand gently.
"What are your dreams?" Quinn asked. "Besides getting away from here" Rachel sighed.
"It´s not like I want to run away and never come back. I just want to see the world and sing"
"Sing?" Quinn asked softly. Rachel looked down as she blushed.
"Yes. I love to sing. It´s my passion and the thought about standing on a scene…" She trailed off, losing herself to her thoughts.
"I understand" Quinn said. "Would you sing for me?" She asked tentatively. Rachel looked at her with a wide smile and nodded. Quinn waited patiently, but soon found herself speechless as Rachel began to sing.
Give me a kiss to build a dream on
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A kiss to build a dream on
It was like hearing angels sing and Quinn was deeply mesmerized by the small woman next to her. The sunset behind her made it even more perfect and kind of romantic.
Give me a kiss before you leave me
And my imagination will feed my hungry heart
Leave me one thing before we part
A kiss to build a dream on
She listened intensely to her and found herself blushing as Rachel locked eyes with her and kept it throughout the song.
And when I'm alone with my fancies, I'll be with you
Weaving romances, making believe they're true
Oh, give me your lips for just a moment
And my imagination will make that moment live
Give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on
"That was beautiful" Quinn whispered breathlessly when Rachel had sung the last of the song.
"Really?" Rachel asked shyly. Quinn swallowed and nodded. Rachel bit her lip as she felt Quinn´s soft hand cup her cheek. The moment was perfect, and Rachel leaned toward Quinn, who did the same. Quinn felt herself getting excited and felt her heart flutter. Their lips were almost touching, and Quinn could just about taste the sweet cherry lipstick, Rachel was using. Both closed their eyes, as they were about to close the small distance between them, when a cough interrupted them. Quinn sighed heavily as she leaned back and looked up at the person who had prevented the best kiss ever to happen for Quinn. Without noticing it, they were back at the small dock and now Santana was standing in front of them with a small smirk on her lips. Quinn muttered angrily to herself and Rachel couldn't help but giggle at her. She was sad that Santana had stopped them.
"What do you want?" Quinn asked Santana.
"The Captain wants to speak with you" She replied and took the last drag of her cigarette before throwing it on the ground. Rachel looked distastefully at her. Quinn nodded and looked apologetically at Rachel, who smiled to her. She stepped out of the boat and walked down the dock. Santana held her hand out for Rachel, who accepted it and stepped gracefully out of the boat. Quinn looked back at them as she walked away back to the palace. She watched as Santana rested her arm around Rachel, who shrugged it off as she walked down to the beach. With a heavy sigh, she walked up the stairs and found the Captain sitting with Hiram, Leroy and Shelby, laughing about something.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" She said as she stood in front of them. All four locked up at her.
"Me?" Jameson asked confused. "No, you must have heard wrong. I don't need you right now" He shook his head and continued his conversation with the others. Quinn frowned and then something clicked.
"I see…" She bowed for them. "Excuse me" She said and quickly left the room. She almost ran down the stairs, trying to get as fast as she could to the beach. As she neared it, she heard a scream and saw Rachel trying to push Santana of her.
"No! I don't want to" Quinn heard Rachel say as she came closer to them.
"It´s just a little kiss, relax" Santana tried. Quinn grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back. Santana stumbled away from Rachel and landed on her ass in the sand.
"Quinn!" Rachel shrieked.
"Are you okay?" Quinn asked Rachel and quickly giving her a once-over. Rachel nodded, and she breathed out relieved. She hadn't noticed the angry Latina, before she felt herself getting pushed forward. She landed on her stomach and rolled around to look at Santana who attacked her with a fist. She dodged it, but wasn't as lucky with the next one, which hit her right cheek. Rachel was screaming at them, trying to get them to stop, but without any luck. She watched them rolling around in the sand, pulling punches at each other. She decided to run after help and ran up to the palace.
"They´re fighting!" She yelled when she found her father and mother. She stood frantically in front of them.
"Who?!" Hiram asked and stood up.
"Quinn and that girl Santana. Do something!" Shelby was about to say something before Jameson interrupted her.
"No, those girls got something to fix. Let them get it out of their system. They´ll stop sometime" Four sets of eyes looked at him incredulously.
"Are you sure?" Shelby asked. Jameson nodded, and Rachel let out a huff before she ran back to them. She couldn't believe he wouldn't do anything. Who in their right mind let someone fights, just to "get it out". Quinn and Santana were both wearing matching black eyes and a split lip, when Rachel found them again. Santana was straddling the blonde, fist ready for another strike when Rachel found a coconut and hit her head with it. She immediately fell of Quinn with a loud groan and a hand holding the sore spot.
"Ouch" She mumbled as she laid down in the sand.
"Are you alright?" Rachel kneeled next to Quinn, who were lying in the sand with her eyes closed. She let out a groan as she nodded slowly.
"Yeah…" She muttered as she sat up with Rachels help. "I think so" She stood up wobbly on her legs. "Thank you" Rachel wrapped an around her body and held her close.
"Come on" She spoke softly and guided Quinn towards the palace to get her stitched up. "You shouldn't have done that" She said as they walked. Quinn chuckled lowly but regretted it as her stomach clenched in pain. She looked down at the small girl and smiled.
"Yes, I should have. She was about to do something you didn't want too, and she deserved it" She shrugged and looked forward. Rachel looked questionably up at her. "Another story". Rachel nodded in understanding,
"Quinn! There you are" Jameson spoke loudly and drunkenly. "Did you get it out?"
"Yes, sir" Quinn said. Jameson nodded.
"Good. We´re leaving for tonight. I promised to come back tomorrow" He said and smiled knowingly at them. Quinn nodded but looked sadly at Rachel. She didn't want to leave. Rachel felt the same way and didn't want to let go of the beautiful blonde next to her. Finn and Puck came down the stairs and stood next to them, ready to leave. "Let´s go!" Jameson said, already on his way down to their boat. Quinn stood behind and stepped out of Rachel´s grasp.
"I guess we´re seeing each other again tomorrow?" Quinn asked the princess hopefully. Rachel looked up at her and smiled widely.
"Of course, we are" Quinn smiled and felt a deep urge to take the girl in her arm and kiss her senseless, but this wasn't the time.
"Quinn!" Jameson yelled. Quinn looked up at him and nodded quickly before looking down at Rachel again. Rachel leaned up and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.
"Goodnight, Quinn" She said softly and blushed. Quinn also blushed and smiled.
"Goodnight my princess" They yelled out for Quinn again and she unwillingly walked away. She looked back to see the brunette wave sweetly to her. Quinn waved back and walked down to the others. She scowled as she saw Santana, who in return glared at her. It was a small boat and unfortunately, they were forced to sit next to each other on the way back to the ship. Jameson chuckled at the two women. As the boarded the ship, they quickly parted ways and went to their own cabins, tired from a long night. Quinn had decided to do something and dug into her drawer to find the item she needed. She looked at the picture of Brittany but felt nothing. Why she had kept it, she didn't know, but was glad as she could use it now. She found an icepack for her cheek and marched down the hallway to Santana´s cabin. She didn't knock but stepped inside and found Santana sitting in front of a small mirror, tending to the split lip she had.
"What the hell do you want?" Santana yelled furiously.
"Shut up" Quinn hissed at her and threw the picture on the table in front of Santana, whose eyes widened when she saw the girl on the picture.
"How? What?" She asked bewildered.
"She was my girlfriend" Quinn said. Santana picked up the picture. "Then you came" She looked shocked up at Quinn.
"I didn't know…" She whispered.
"Well, now you do" Everything clicked for Santana. She knew why Quinn had been so hostile towards her, and now she felt she had somewhat deserved it. "She´s madly in love with you and you just left her" Santana felt tears forming in her eyes.
"I don't deserve her. She´s too good for me and that's why I left her" Santana whispered, feeling her heart hurting. She missed Brittany so much and she had been a grade A bitch to her, because she was afraid of her feelings.
"She is" Quinn sneered, but sighed when she saw how Santana´s shoulders dropped. "But she thinks the world of you and as I said, she´s still very much in love with you"
"Even after all that crap I put her through?"
"Brittany´s a tough woman. She can handle a bit of everything. Even your shit" Quinn spoke softly. "Take a chance with her. She deserves it" She turned around and walked out of the door. She closed it and went back to her own cabin. Quinn stripped down and laid down on her bed. She winched as she felt a sore spot on her back. She turned on her side and smiled when she thought of the beautiful princess. She wished they hadn't been interrupted and had the chance to kiss those soft lips. She put her finger to the spot where those lips had touched her cheeks and sighed happily before falling asleep, dreaming of brown eyes.