The Fall

-Quinn-

He grunted one last time, before rolling off of me and lying beside me on the bed, taking most of the bedsheets with him, he rested his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling, a smug smile on his face. I rolled my eyes and sat up on the edge of the bed, making it a point to not look at the vile sweaty man.

'That was fun Morgana, would you not agree?' Puck chuckled proudly.

'I have told you before Puckerman, I prefer to be called Quinn.' I replied standing up and putting my clothes back on. I hated these sessions with the man, I always felt so dirty and used, it made me even more desperate to get my Sanny back.

'Where you going?' He frowned sitting up and trying to look at my face.

'I told you, I need to return to Sir Lancelot's chambers, as her maid, it is my duty to make sure she has what she needs at all times. The longer I am here the more I am betraying my duties. I tell you this every time.' I picked my way carefully through his mess, over to his looking glass and attempted to fix my hair once more before I left. 'But, I have good news, my... my love.' I internally cringed at the term of endearment. 'This evening is the celebration of the Kings return. This is the day that we put our plan into action, this day... begins the fall of King Arthur.'

Puck smirked and bowed his head. 'Excellent, my lady. I will wait for you in the courtyard at dusk, during the celebrations, aye?'

'Aye, and so it will begin.' I chuckled, bending down to give him a quick peck. 'Now, I must take my leave. I shall see you this evening.'

'Good day, Quinn.' Puck smiled and so I left the room, the preparations for today running around my head as I walked to Sannys quarters.

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-Santana-

I woke up with Brittany in my arms, she lay with her back to me, her back pressed against my chest, her lower body pressed into mine, my arms over her waist and resting on the bump of our child. I smiled tiredly as I pressed a soft kiss to her neck, all thoughts of last nights events far from my mind. I gently ran my hand over her stomach lovingly, she was carrying a child, our child, whether they were a son, or a daughter, I would not care, they were ours. I wish that they truly were mine, and not Arties, but all I could do was love as my own, and I planned to. I felt her shift and I knew she was awake, yet she said nothing. 'Britt...' I mumbled, carefully brushing her hair to once side and resting my chin on her neck as we lay, 'you okay, my love?' Again she said nothing, merely nodded. 'I love you.' I whispered into her neck, pressing one more kiss there before slowly getting up.

'San...?' She mumbled, carefully sitting up, her left arm supporting her stomach.

'Yes Britt?' I asked as I walked over to my table and picking up my discarded knife belt.

'What... what are we going to do?'

'What do you mean?'

'What I mean, is that Artie is back today. We cannot keep this a secret forever. I'm scared, I don't want to stop, to have to stay away from you, but we cannot carry on like this, it is not good for us, for you, me or our child. People are getting hurt Santana, and I cannot abide this. I think... I think we need to tell Artie.' She told me, looking down at her bump, refusing to look at me as I stood away from her. I held my knife in my hands while she spoke, staring at the blood that was still stained onto the blade, the blood of the guard I killed last night, who died as I tried to hide a lie from my best friend. I knew Artie should know. That he would know. But we could not tell him. The amount of trouble and heartache that something like that would cause? I could not do it, not to Artie, not to Brittany. Not to me. This was too far gone to tell him now. I did not simply just have feelings for his wife, I loved her, she loved me, we had been having a sordid affair behind his back. It was different to me just screwing random women I had met in the taverns, to me, making love with Brittany was everything I had ever wanted, she was everything I had ever wanted or ever needed. How was I meant to tell Artie, my best friend, her husband, the king that? We could not.

'Brittany. I am sorry. But it isn't possible. Even if we did tell him, it could destroy everything. Camelot needs a King. Someone who is kind, proud, courageous and most importantly, happy. If we tell Artie about our love, it will not only hurt him, but it would bring the destruction of Camelot itself. The entire city will be wrecked. He can never know.' I told her, turning around to face her at last, an air of finality in my voice.

'So what on earth do you expect us to do? Keep this up behind his back? Raise our child with two mothers and a father? To only ever be able to see each other, hold each other when he is away? To hell with Camelot, Santana. I am trying to think for the good of our family, are we meant to stay hidden until Arthur is dead? Keep a secret all that time?' She ranted, climbing out the bed and marching towards me.

'I do not know Brittany! I cannot simply think of a solution on the spot! We cannot tell him, my love. But I promise I will think of something. I cannot bear to lose you again. I will not lose you again.' I told her, putting the blade down, grasping her hands tight in mine and looked up into her eyes. 'You are my soul mate. My one true love and I will not risk losing you or our child. I will fix this. I promise. I love you.'

She sighed and nodded defeatedly. 'I love you too San.' I leant up and pressed our lips together, trying to convey my love for her in a kiss. I pulled away and rested my forehead against hers. She smiled a little before walking into my wash room, shutting the door softly behind her. I sighed and flopped down onto my bed, I was weary and this whole thing was a mess. I did not know what to do. All of a sudden, Quinn burst into my room with my breakfast. 'Morning Sire.' She smiled, placing the tray on my table, she eyed the knife warily before picking it up and examining it. 'I er... I heard about last nights... unfortunate events. Is her highness still here?'

'Aye. She is just cleaning up, she's still a little shaken.' I replied getting up again and snatching the blade from her grasp. 'Your assistance will not be need this morning Quinn. Take the morning off, just come and fetch me when Artie returns.'

'But Sanny-'

'No buts Quinn. Please do as I have asked.'

She frowned, 'Fine.' She snarled, 'I will see you this evening.' and with that she stormed from the room in a huff.

'Ugh.' I grunted again dropping myself on my bed, just as Brittany walked back into my room, looking a little happier than before.

'Were you talking to someone San?' She asked sitting beside me on the bed.

'Just Quinn. She brought breakfast if you want some. It's over there on the side.' I gestured to it and threw my arm over my eyes, sighing miserably, I closed my eyes and listened to her footsteps as she crossed the room, the wooden spoon knocking against the bowl as she ate, but otherwise it was silent as I lay there, thoughts swirling about my head as I tried to work out what the hell I should do about this mess.

'Santana?' She breathed softly. I grunted in response. 'Santana?' She tried again, and I heard her light footsteps walk towards me.

'What Brittany?' I asked, sitting up, crossing my legs so there was room for her to sit, which she did, her hand coming to rest on the swell of her stomach.

'I love you.' She whispered. She looked upset, scared almost, so I smiled at her, resting my hand over hers.

'I know you do. I love you too.' I frowned slightly, still smiling at her. 'Come up here.' I said, patting the space on the bed next to me. She shuffled up beside me and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close against my body and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 'Everything will be fine my love.' I mumbled into her soft locks, and I hoped with every tiny bit of my body and soul, that it would be.

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-Artie-

I embraced Guinevere happily. It feels too long since I have seen my wife, I quickly kissed her before turning to Santana, pulling her into a hug as well. 'Santana!' I chuckled, 'I thank you greatly for all you have done these past few days. You are truly the best-friend I could ever have.' I smiled happily, I had never felt better than I had these past months, a beautiful Queen at my side, a great, brave knight as my best-friend, peace in the lands at last, and a wonderous kingdom. Camelot was surely the greatest in all the territories. I was proud. As the sun was setting over the mountainside, I linked my arms with Guinevere and walked inside, Santana, Finn and Sam following me. I walked into the Great Hall, where all of the castle had congregated, in order to celebrate my return. I took Guinevere to the front of the room with me, turning to face my subjects, a beaming smile across everyones faces. I was proud to call this my kingdom. 'Welcome, everyone.' I began, 'Please sit.' I watched as they did, a sea of faces still looking at me, 'Thank you, it is with great pleasure that I announce a success in our expedition, upon conversing with the other kingdoms...' I gave my speech with pride, regaling them all with tales of victory, I may have made it seem more exciting than it was, after all peace negotiations are an awful lot of talking and not much fun but I wasn't about to disappoint everyone. After I finished, I was greeted with applause and as we sat down to eat, I turned to Guinevere. 'I have missed you so much my love.' I pressed my lips to the back of her hand and shot her a smile, before turning to my food.

...

-No POV-

The room was filled with all the nobles of Camelot, from the kings court, the Dukes and Duchesses and their manservants to the knights and anyone else worthy of dining with the King. The whole room filled with chatter and good spirits, there was music and laughter and everyone seemed happy.

Except for two people.

Brittany, being the Queen was seated at the end of the room, next to her husband, with Elizabeth standing just behind on her left. The two of them were at the head of the long tables, with a decrease in status further along.

Santana, being a Knight was seated as such, in between Puck and Sam on King Arthurs side of the room, not that far away from Brittany. But to them, even an inch was too far.

They had to keep up appearances though, so Santana, jested with the men, joking around and crashing her mug with theirs, the beer inside sloshing around. While Brittany remained dainty and ladylike, eating her food in small bites and making polite conversation with Duchess Motta, who spent most of the time bragging about how much land she owned. Both women, stole glances whenever they could, their hearts beating erratically when their eyes met, a small smile on corners of their mouths, threatening to take over their expressions, looking away quickly before anyone noticed, or so they thought.

Quinn was under the command of the head servant this evening, and was currently walking around the hall, refilling peoples drinks, her eyes flicking between the two lovers, watching their silent exchange with pure anger boiling the blood in her veins. She hid her distaste and spite behind a polite smile as she refilled some random nobles wine goblet before her eyes met with Pucks. The man sending her a subtle nod before turning back to listen to whatever it was Sir Anderson was saying. Remembering their earlier exchange in the courtyard, she knew that now was the time. Under the pretence that she needed more wine in her jug, she left to the kitchens, checking that no one noticed, she discreetly retrieved a small vial from her tunic and poured it into the glass goblet. The Kings glass goblet.

Arthur continued to celebrate, he was talking to Mike, who was sat beside him, his left hand falling to rest atop Brittanys knee, caressing it softly as he talked, oblivious to her discomfort or Santanas burning jealousy. As is from nowhere, Quinn appeared and replaced the Kings empty goblet with the one she brought from the kitchens. She stood back, and watched the man completely drain his cup, a disorientated, drunk smile on his face as he laughed. She was submerged in the shadows, observing everyone in the room, waiting for the opportune moment, when suddenly Brittany got up and excused herself from the table, informing Arthur that she was feeling unwell and that she was going to retire to their chambers for the night. She kissed him quickly on the cheek before leaving the Great Hall, saying her goodbyes as she left.

It was barely two minutes later when Santana too informed the table that she was tired and was going to bed now. Departing from the room as quickly as she could.

How strange. Quinn thought watching the Knight leave, Puck must have thought so too because they both shared a look. A look that said they both knew what was happening and that there was a change in plan. Puck immediately made his way over to Arthur as Quinn rushed from the room, attempting to follow her love.

'Your Highness!' Puck chuckled plonking himself down in Brittanys vacant seat, 'Sire, do you mind if I sit here? It is fine for me to sit here right? Good good, HA.' The man laughed not giving the confused King time to answer, grabbing an apple from a bowl and taking a large bite into it, the juice dripping down his chin. He chewed loudly and swallowed with a gulp, shooting Arthur with a cheeky grin.

'Mordred. What are you doing?'

'I came to talk to you Kingy boy.'

'Mind how you talk to the King, Lothianite.' Matthew, the Kings Guard said angrily.

'Woah, want to call off your guard dog there sire?' Puck chuckled, munching on another bite.

'Matthew stand down, Sir Puckerman has just had too much to drink. What did you want Mordred?' Artie asked frowning at the Prince.

Quinn caught up to Santana just outside of the West side of the building, hiding behind a pillar she watched as the young woman hurried to get to wherever she was going, stopping only to check she was not being followed. She obviously did not notice the blonde as she quickly turned back around and carried on, her destination clearly the only thing on her mind.

'I was just curious about something is all?' Puck threw the apple back and forth between his hands, not looking at the other man.

'What are you curious about?'

'Guinny and Sanny.'

'What in Gods name are you talking about?' Artie spat.

Santana heard a noise from behind her and quickly span around, only to see that there was no one there, a small plant pot, that had been resting on a plinth, had fallen to the ground, seemingly by accident, and lay broken and smashed on the ground. It was suspicious, but she had no time to stop and check, she only had a short amount of time with her lover tonight, and she was going to make the most of it.

'Well Sire, you ever noticed how your wife and Lanceypants seem to disappear at the same time?' Puck said, a cruel smirk on his face.

Quinn stood up slowly and looked at the plant she'd knocked down, before ignoring it and taking off after Santana.

'Because, Sire, if you do not mind me saying... I think that it is rather, strange. Would you not agree?' The apple had seemingly disappeared into thin air as he spoke.

Santana hurried into her chambers and ran into Brittanys arms, wrapping her up in a tight embrace. The other blonde stood outside the room, peeking her head around the slightly opened door, her hand flying up to stifle her gasp.

'Pfft. It is nothing Mordred, merely a coincidence, you've had too much to drink. I suggest you retire for the night, I am sure we can jest about this tomorrow.' The King replied, waving his hand at him in an attempt to dismiss him. Puck grabbed his wrist and within milliseconds Matthew had drawn his knife against Pucks throat, causing the entire room to freeze in shock and stare at the scene and the Knights to rise from their seats, hands on the hilts of their swords.

'Then tell me, Arthur. Where are they both now?' The prince whispered darkly, a scowl on his face.

Quinn had suspected it, but she had hoped that it were not true. Her Sanny, in love with the Queen. That harlot! She thought wickedly, the darkness inside of her growing.

'I've missed you San.'

'Britt, we've only been apart for a few hours.'

'I know, but anytime feels like a lifetime when I am not by your side.'

Quinn rolled her eyes in disgust and tried to mentally connect with Puck, using the dark magic.

Arthur watched in horror as Pucks eyes grew black, and he bared his teeth, a cruel laugh spilling from his throat. His voice seemed deeper as he whispered. 'Lancelot's chambers.'

'Matthew.' Arthur mumbled.

'Yes Sire?' The guard frowned, his knife still against Pucks throat.

'Release him, tell everyone to remain calm and to get back to their celebrations. Mordred and I are going for a little walk.'

'But Sire-'

'Do as I have asked.'

'Of course.'

The two women kissed passionately, their bodies pressed close as they could. Their love for each other filling the room and warming their hearts.

After the room was settled, The King and the Lothian Prince walked from the hall, followed by Matthew and a few more of the guards and headed towards Lancelot's chambers with great haste.

Quinn chuckled darkly as she felt Pucks presence nearby, knowing that the King was with him, while the two women inside the room enjoyed each other company, believing themselves to be safe and alone. Quinn left, leaving it up to Puck, trusting that the man could handle the plan.

Arthur and the others approached the door slowly, apprehensive to discover what the King hoped was not true. But the tell tale sounds of moans and gasps confirmed it and as they burst through the door, their entire world came crashing down.

'Artie!' Santana cried, jumping away from Brittany who was beneath her on the bed, the game was up and they knew it.

Arthur felt his heart in his throat and tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, threatening to fall at any moment as he looked between the women in disbelief.

Puck stood just behind him, a cruel smirk on his face as he watched the emotions on the Kings face distort from heartbreak to anger as he shouted. 'Arrest them.'

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A/N Hey everyone, long time no update I know, there's no point me making excuses for not updating, but summers coming and I have nothing better to do than write so who knows what will happen, thanks to everyone who's read, reviewed, favourited, followed etc, you're all awesome. Hit me up on my Tumblr, (awkwardteenagenerves) my twitter, (snixyandiknowit) or even just PM on here if you have any questions. Peace out ya'll.

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