A/N So I wasn't gonna do an authors note at the beginning of these chapters, but I felt one was needed in case anyone else wondered about the Quinntana relationship. I will be revealing more about Quinn in this chapter let's just say her true persona has not yet been revealed. Santana just sees her as a maid and someone to have a bit of fun with when needed. :) I don't have a beta, so all mistakes are mine, if anyone is up for it PM me? Thanks to all who've faved/ followed and reviewed, greatly appreciated, please review again and enjoy?

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Stolen Glances

I met Artie in the courtyad in the late morning. He and Brittany had been there a few hours. Brittany. She was sat in the shade just outside of the training ring, her hair was still shining and her eyes seemed an even brighter blue than before, if that is even possible. She looked even better in daylight than by the firelight in the dining hall. She was reading a book, but looked straight at me when I arrived, she smiled and returned to her book. I too was grinning foolishly.

'Someone looks happy.' I heard Artie say as I approached him. 'Quinn show you how much she missed you last night then?' He winked and nudged me. I shoved him as he chuckled childishly.

'Aye, but that is not why I am smiling. Tis beautiful is all.' My gaze falling on the shade at the side of the ring where a beautiful blonde sat.

'Aye this day is remarkable, the sun is shining and there is not a cloud in the sky' He said smiling towards the sky. I was not talking about the weather, not that he was to know the true object of my affections.

I cleared my throat. 'Shall we then Sire? Perhaps I could aide you in improving you technique again, I see it has gotten a little better since we last sparred.' He nodded and we fought. He was still rather sloppy and as usual he often left clear shots to his back or sides. I ignored them though as I constantly found my eyes drifting over to the tall blonde. Everytime I looked over I found that she too was watching me. I grinned as a blush crept up her pale cheeks and she quickly looked at the book in her hands.

'Santana?' I quickly looked back to Artie, it seemed he had not noticed me admiring Brittany, thankfully, but still he looked a little sad and had removed his helmet.

'Sire?' I asked, curious.

'I need to speak with you. It is rather important.' He sat on the bench and shooed Rory away as I came and joined him, taking off my helmet also.

'Whatever is the matter Artie?'

He looked nervous as he wrung his hands together and glanced around. 'I trust you Santana, you are my closest friend.' I refrained from stealing a glance at Brittany again and listened. 'You and I both know that I am not a great fighter, if anything I am clumsy and often misplace my swings.'

'Aye, but that is nothing we cannot work on.'

'Nay Santana. I have problems. I-I find it difficult to see sometimes. Everything grows blurry and I cannot tell what is left or right or up or down. I am fearful, th-that if I truly fight, I-I...' He took a deep breath and looked at the floor. 'That I would be slain.'

I was surprised but happy at his honesty and how he felt that he could trust me. I felt a pang in my chest as I looked at Brittany and I thought about how I was lusting after my best friends wife. I pushed the feeling away and focused my attention on him.

'Artie. Do not worry, I had knew someone like you when' I sighed. 'When I was homeless, but her father created something. He called them spectacles... or something like that, perhaps we could pay him a visit this afternoon? And he might be able to help? We'll go before the celebration tonight. Aye?' He nodded and smiled.

'Thank you.' He hugged me. 'Are you ready for tonight then?' He asked.

'Nay. Your father told me he has a surprise for me, and knowing Uther it will not be very good, a jester picking fun at me most likely.' I chuckled.

'I know what the surprise is. You trust me?'

'With my life Sire.'

'Then you should believe me when I say that you will love it. If you will excuse me I must speak with my father about us leaving for town. Can you stay with Guinevere for me please? I will be very quick.' Who is Guinevere? Oh. Brittany. I gulped but nodded. I was going to be alone with her. 'Thank you, just make sure she does not wander off?' I nodded again as he left. I looked at Brittany and slowly made my way over to her.

'Good morning M'lady.' I said smiling at her.

'Good afternoon Santana.' She corrected, winking at me mischeviously. She placed her book beside her and I stood awkwardly shifting my weight from one foot to the other. My helmet tucked under my arm. 'Are you not going to sit down?' She asked. I looked around at sat beside her, grinning like a fool.

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-Brittany-

I had spent the past hour stealing glances at her. She fought so bravely and with such skill. I admit it was rather sexy.

What?

I did not mean that. I am a married woman, she is his best friend. No Brittany, push those thoughts from your mind. She came and sat beside me, placing her helmet at her feet. Almost immediately I was hit by the strong smell of spice and something sweet. I had no doubt it was her, I inhaled deeply and admired her, her strong features, her caramel skin, her raven black hair and how it fell to just below her shoulders when she removed her helmet. Her armour rattled as she moved and I noticed she was shaking her leg. Is... Is she nervous? I giggled and she smirked at me. I love that smile.

'What?'

'N-nothing.' I replied. She was adorable. She smiled again and I saw a small dimple in her cheek. I love that smile. I smiled bigger.

'You are very beautiful, Britt.'

'Britt?' I asked blushing at both the compliment and the nickname.

'Shit, I am sorry, Brittany. Guinevere. Princess. Mrs Pendragon.' I winced at the last name.

'Please, it is fine, I like that you called me that, it was nice. I do not have a nickname for you is all...'

'That is fine Britt,' She said obviously trying out the nickname again. 'You can just call me Santana.' She smiled. I could call her sexy. What? No. Stop.

'How about San? It suits you.' I asked. She smirked again and nodded agreeing. I love that smile. We sat in silence for a few minutes, it was not awkward, but felt rather comfortable.

'So, what do you think of Artie?' She asked, a twinge of something that I could not name in her voice.

'Arthur is very nice. I guess.' I was not going to talk about last night. Arthur was most definitely not nice when he is drunk and has only one thing on his mind. I shook the memory from my head and turned back to her. 'He is your best friend I gather?'

She nodded. 'Aye. He saved me, I have been in his debt ever since.' She seemed sad so I changed the subject quickly.

'You have travelled have you not?' I asked her.

'Aye, why?'

'Have...' I was going to sound weird. 'Have you ever seen a unicorn?'

She blinked a couple of times and I expected her to burst out laughing but she did not. She just smiled again. I love that smile. Then shook her head. 'Nay, but I promise, if I ever do, you will be the first person I tell.'

'Pinky promise?' I asked offering my pinky. She glanced at it confused, I smirked. 'You link your little finger with mine, and that makes a promise that you can never break.' She linked hers in mine and we were both grinning stupidly at each other.

'LANCE, PRINCESS!' I heard a voice call, I was instantly annoyed at the interruption, I turned and came face to face with that irish squire, Roy or something.

'Sire, Arthur says he will meet you at the stables to go into town, and Princess, your friend Miss Elizabeth was looking for you. She told me to ask you to meet at your chambers' He bowed to us both.

'Thank you Rory.' Santana said. 'M'lady, should I escort you to your chambers?'

I blushed and nodded, thanking Rory we both left.

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-Quinn-

I could not help but glare at that bitch.

How dare she talk to my Sanny. She thinks that she is so perfect, just because she s a Princess, just because she is married to the future king. Just because she is beautiful. I am just as beautiful as her. Nay. I am more beautiful. Santana told me so herself, that I am the most beautiful woman she has ever seen. But now she was lost in Guinevere. I need to rid Sanny of her, and I knew just how to do it.

'Good morrow to you.' I heard a gruff voice say. I rolled my eyes and turned around to face it. The voice belonged to one of those Princes from Lothian.

What was his name? Sanny only called him Squirrel boy...

'Good morrow to you Sire' I said curtsying. He took my hand in his own pressing a wet kiss to it.

Ew.

It was gross, but I also welcomed the contact, my plan to get rid of Guinevere quickly returning. I looked into his soul and saw only darkness. I smirked. Perfect.

'I am Prince Mordred Noah Puckerman of Lothian, and you are?' He bowed and arched an eyebrow at me.

Sanny was wrong, it was not a dead squirrel, more like a badger. 'Charmed, I am but a lowly maid to Miss Santana Lancelot.'

'Lancelot eh?' He asked, I nodded. 'She is rather beautiful, tis a shame she prefers the soft touch of a woman. Much like myself.' He winked at me.

'Sire! Are you suggesting something?' I feigned shock. Again. Ew, but I will do anything to keep my precious Sanny.

'Maybe I am. A man could go crazy when near such a fair maiden.'

'Well Sir Puckerman, perhaps I can help you. Are you busy this evening?' I asked batting my eyelashes and biting my lower lip. He shook his head vigorously. 'Then meet me in the gardens at midnight, but for now I must go. So will I see you tonight Sire?'

'Aye and please call me Puck. I did not catch your name...?'

I smiled.

'My name is Morgana. Morgana Quinn Le Fay'

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A/N2 Hello again, I just wanted to give people the opportunity to submit a name for this fic, I myself don't really like the name and thought maybe one of you lovely readers might have a better idea? OR if you are more arty then perhaps you could submit a cover? Either link me in PM or send it to my tumblr (which is on a past chapter and in my author profile) many thanks for reading and I will try and update soon. :)

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P.S I hope the whole Quinn thing has been explained a bit now? REVIEW. please.