A/N: Apologies for my prolonged absence. Was MIA for a while due to life's unpredictability. Now, onwards with this story where there's some Britanna fluffiness and a very heated scene. Literally.
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The whirlwind known as Sue Sylvester ripped into the room as Santana barely made it out of the way.
"Where is she?" shouted the woman.
"Shhhhh!" hushed Rachel and Shelby.
Sue's eyes grew wide, surprised by the guts of the two who shushed her. After giving a warning glare to the two brunette women her eyes gazed over to the unconscious blonde in the bed. She stormed over to the bedside, "Fan-freaking-tactic Fabray! What have you gotten yourself into now?"
Sue huffed and decided to flick Quinn's nose. The young woman twitched from the touch.
"Susan Sylvester!"
"Coach Sylvester!"
Both Shelby and Rachel held furious looks that could kill towards the tall woman.
"First Sanatana, and now you. You're both so...argh!" cried out Rachel in frustration.
"Don't worry coach, Berry's just got her knickers in a twist," smirked out Sanatana.
Sue eyed Rachel carefully, "Looks more like her knickers got Fabray's life in a twist!"
Rachel leaped forward, ready to lash out at the Cheerios coach, but Shelby caught her in time. Rachel cursed under her breath and threatened Sue, "...I'll show you how much I can twist your life. Let me sing you a nice little song. Mum, let go of me!"
Sue stared Rachel down, "You can't hurt me. What, you and your tiny voice?"
"Sue, careful. Don't make her angry," warned Shelby.
Sanatana stared on at the commotion going in front of her, "Ay dios mio, you're all mad!" Throwing her arms up in the air in defeat, she attempted to exit the room.
"Boobs McGee! Use your magical wisdom and figure out a way to wake up Fabray," ordered Coach Sylvester.
"Look Coach, she's fine physically. It's all up to her now to battle herself out of this predicament. Kurt tried, but failed. Whatever's happening, all I know is there must be a war going on in that pretty head of Quinn's," stated Santana.
"It's my fault," whispered Rachel. It was soft, but loud enough for everyone to hear. All eyes shifted to her.
"What?" asked Sue.
"It's all my fault!" screamed out Rachel. Her hands flew to her face as she tried to hide her tears. "If I just hadn't been so careless none of this would happen."
"Honey, what are you trying to say?" Shelby gently asked. She tried to comfort her daughter by resting her hand on Rachel's shoulder, but her daughter shrugged it away.
"I was trying to protect her," sobbed out Rachel. "But...but instead...instead she threw herself in front of me and protected me."
Santana rolled her eyes, "No surprise there. If chivalry could be personified it would be Q right there."
"I have to fix this," Rachel pronounced as she turned back towards Quinn. "This is my fault. It's only going to get worse now that he knows I'm the key to the underworld."
Shelby took a step toward her daughter, "And how do you propose to fix this?"
Rachel turned back around to face the people in the room. She stared straight at Sue with determination in her eyes, "I need to be stronger."
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"Baby!" yelled out Brittany. Santana was furiously scrubbing away at her bloodied up clothes in the bathroom sink and failed to hear her girlfriend's calls.
"San!" yelled Brittany again. She was standing only a metre behind her holding fresh clothes in her hands, but was still ignored.
"Freaking psycho singing banshee. I outta kill that woman. I swear she's loco. Also, damn Coach for using me. Moving target my ass," Santana gritted out through her teeth.
Brittany stepped closer to the fuming Latina who was only clad in underwear. She wrapped her arms around Santana and felt the woman's body relax. "B, you can't keep stopping me from getting angry at the banshee."
A smile crossed Brittany's face. She nestled her nose against the back of Santana's neck. "You've got me S. You know I'll always be around to heal your wounds. Rach won't kill you, I won't let her."
Santana dropped the clothes back into the sink and turned around to face her partner. They spoke with their eyes as a reassuring understanding was communicated. Pushing away a stray hair from Brittany's face, Santana leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. Soon her lips kissed each closed eyelid of the blonde girl in front of her. A small giggle broke out of Brittany's mouth, "S, stop it tickles."
"I'll be doing more than just tickling if you keep saying things like that," she replied huskily.
Brittany threw her arms around Santana's neck and gave her a quick peck on the lips. Pulling back she smiled at the love of her life, "S, we have to go check on Q. We need to relieve Kurt of his watchdog duties."
"Dammit Q! What a twat-swatter."
"Santana Lopez!" huffed out Brittany.
"What? Q's been out cold for nearly a month already. Lady-boy Kurt has been trying to get into her head everyday. We've heard nothing on the whereabouts of zombie Fabray, aka. Russell. Berrycake has been killing me each and everyday with her training with Coach. A woman has her needs!" Santana exclaimed with frustration.
Brittany brought her hand to Santana's cheek and rubbed her thumb gently on the woman's skin. She tried to soothe Santana's frustration as her hand began to glow warmly, "Shhh San." Brittany spoke quietly and gently, "Q is our best friend. I want to make sure that she's alright."
Santana leaned her forehead against Brittany's, with the warm glowing hand still on her cheek. "Baby, sometimes I hate your gift, but I understand. I need to be selfless here and help Q out. I can see how hard Rach is working so I should try my best too."
"Good. Now put on these fresh clothes I brought you and let's go see Q."
"Brittany S. Pierce, are you sure you're Aphrodite and not meant to be Athena?" asked Santana with a light grin on her face.
Brittany smiled and took her hand to leave the bathroom.
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"Again Twinkletoes!" screamed out Coach Sylvester.
Rachel continued to punch into the focus mitts Coach was holding. Sweat poured down her forehead as she released strength from her core into her punches.
"Down!" ordered Sue.
Rachel dropped to the ground and started doing push ups. She controlled her breathing as she pushed herself up and down.
"Nine, ten! Now, sing!" yelled out Sue.
Rachel stood up and turned around to face an iron mannequin target. Opening her mouth she let out a silent scream. Though nothing could be heard the strong sound waves could be seen piercing though the air in a directed line and knocking the target over. The mannequin sprung back up as Rachel turned to face Coach again to hit the focus mitts.
"Come on Berry! You want to be stronger; you'll have to work harder! What you're doing is only 10% of what Q had to do."
"What do you mean only 10%?" Rachel asked while still focused on her punching.
"Besides chasing her on my golf-cart and shooting live ammunition at her, I sent her to the Himalayas to train with some monks," Sue stated pointedly.
Rachel paused for a second then continued punching. "I don't believe you."
"Ask her when she wakes up. She was even given a permanent gift."
Rachel dropped to the ground and begun her next set of push ups. "What do you mean permanent? And why the sudden Buddhist influence? Aren't we in the middle of some Greek mythological war?"
"It's on her skin. The world is full of many mysteries Berry. You and the rest are some of those mysteries. Sing!"
Rachel stood up again and faced the iron target. She knocked it over once again with her silent attack. After turning back to the focus mitts she spoke again, "Are you talking about that intricate lion tattoo on her back?"
"Yes," Sue replied as she held onto the focus mitts Rachel was punching.
"I only had a small glimpse of it while Brittany changed her out of her damaged clothes. What does the lion mean?" asked the brunette woman.
"I'll leave that to Q to tell you."
The metal door to the basement gym they were in swung open making a loud clang. An out of breath Santana came bursting in, blood dripping from a small gash above her left eye.
"Quinn and Kurt..." Santana struggled to speak as she tried to catch her breath.
"What is it Santana?" Rachel asked in panic as she rushed over to the out of breath girl. She pushed the Latina's shoulders up so she was upright. "Santana, tell me what the hell is wrong with Quinn?" she screamed out.
"Quinn's awa-"
Before she could finish her sentence Rachel pushed past her. Santana stood there mid sentence, blood still dripping from her cut, and looked over to Sue.
"S, what happened?"
"Kurt got through, but something happened. Something bad. Britt's trying her best to keep Kurt stable. Quinn woke up and let's just say Quinn isn't really Qui-Gon Quinn right now."
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A stone field. That's where Quinn found herself as she sat meditatively in her own mind's warped world.
"Well this can't be The Elysian Fields," Quinn spoke out loud.
It was silent, too silent. She felt constricted despite the vast emptiness around her. Standing up she took in a deep breath then focused her eyes on a small boulder jutting out a few meters away from her. Her irises began to glow golden as she raised up her fists. Throwing her right fist forward she sent out an electrified punch. Lightning left her balled fists and struck the boulder. She continued to do this, left, right, left, right, for the next hour. Then she dropped to the ground and began pushing her body up and down. Her right hand in front of her, left arm behind her back and legs spread out behind her, she breathed out steadily as she did push ups. She spent thirty minutes on her right arm, then another thirty on her left.
"I don't even know if this is even affecting my real physical body," she thought to herself. "Who cares, gives me something to do."
Quinn continued her faux-training for the next few hours when she heard a timid voice behind her. "Quinn?"
With her silence broken she turned around in shock, throwing a harmless bolt of lightning at the person just to scare them. Kurt uncovered his head as he looked straight back at a shell-shocked Quinn.
"Kurt? What the hell are you doing here?"
"Oh my goodness, I got through," he whispered out excitedly. He bounced toward Quinn and held her shoulders. "Incredible! It worked!"
"What worked?" Quinn asked the young man in front of her bouncing from his recent achievement.
"I was able to get past your crazy mental barriers and project myself fully into your sub consciousness. It's incredible! And now I know why all your muscles kept twitching. Even in your unconscious state you can work out, you're a mad woman. I can't believe I did this! I can even touch you!" Kurt stated as he poked at Quinn's left arm.
"And I can still hurt you," Quinn replied pinching his nose softly. A small smile crossed her face to be able to see a familiar face after so long. "What's happened to me Kurt?"
Kurt looked straight at his friend, "To be honest Quinn, I have no flipping clue. I don't know what Russell has done, but it's like he's disconnected your mind from your physical body. I mean, it's all still intact. It's weird, like you exercising in this state is actually working you out outside. Seriously, I tried to look for antiperspirant for you."
"Okay, you just threw my mind in a loop there. I've been trying to wake myself up, but I keep hitting this huge locked gateway, literally."
"Literally?" asked Kurt.
"Here let me show you," Quinn replied taking Kurt's hand. Suddenly the world around them shifted. The stone field disappeared and was filled with a bright golden light instead. The ground beneath their feet shone a pearly white then in front of them a giant golden door appeared.
"Oh my Streisand," gasped out the young man in awe. "What a beautiful door."
"And an annoying door. It even mocks me," Quinn said pointing at a sign.
Kurt read out loud, "REALITY. Someone has a sense of humor."
"Yes, someone does have a sense of humor," said another voice.
Quinn pulled Kurt behind her as she faced the owner of the voice. "Russell," she growled out.
"Oh my darling daughter! Have you no respect to call me father?"
"You are not my father," she replied back angrily as her eyes began to glow and lightning threatened to leave her finger tips.
"Ah, Kurt Hummel," spoke the man as he noticed the younger man hidden behind Quinn. "I'm quite surprised that you made it past all my protective walls and into this mental labyrinth of Quinn's."
Kurt kept quiet.
"A man of few words are you?" questioned the older man menacingly. "Let's see, if I do recall, you tried to get into my head a few weeks ago didn't you. Have you told Quinn?"
"Told me what?" she asked her friend not taking her eyes off Russell. "Told me what Kurt?"
"About Rachel," Kurt replied quietly.
"What about her?" asked Quinn again, but her eyes continued to remain on the smug face of Russell.
"She's a key Quinn."
"A key? What the hell are you on about Kurt?" Quinn asked confused.
"A key!" laughed out the evil man before her. "Oh Quinnie dear, how can you not know that you possess someone, something, so precious. She is my key, a key to infinite power."
"You leave her alone! Nobody is taking her," warned the blonde woman.
Suddenly the man appeared between Quinn and Kurt. Quinn spun around and came face to face with the man who was once her father. "Here, let me show you. Let me show you both."
He swiftly lifted his hands and leaned them against their foreheads. "Let me show you what will happen."
Quinn's eyes rolled backwards as she was suddenly hit with a gut wrenching force. Her mind began to fill with vivid images. She could hear screaming, she could feel the despair, she could smell burning flesh. Soon the images became much clearer and much more haunting. She saw Rachel standing a few meters away from her. She was chained and dressed in a torn golden blood stained robe, a large open scroll at her feet. Her eyes were red and from her back were her black feathered wings, but they were destroyed, as if they had been burned by flames. She looked as if she were in a trance. Her eyes looked into empty space, but her hands seemed to try to reach out to something. Then Russell appeared behind Rachel's standing battered body. His hands caressed her bruised cheeks and his tongue flickered out as he ran it up the girls neck. Quinn lurched forward, but her feet wouldn't move.
Kurt, who was standing next to her, screamed out in agony and dropped to his knees. The feeling of despair, pain and death was too much for him to handle. He threw his head up and screamed even more, tears streaming from his eyes, down his cheek. He fell forward, still on his knees, and wretched. He tried to compose himself and stop the tears, but instead he wretched again. Kurt's whole body broke down and He crumpled into an unconscious heap. The experience was too much to bear.
Quinn tried hard to reach out to Rachel even screaming her name, "Rachel! Fucking stay away from her you sick bastard!"
The man's eyes flicked up to look at Quinn, his hands still around Rachel's waist. A sickly smile crossed his scarred face as he slowly moved his hand up and into the front of Rachel's robe. He slowly pushed the left side of the robe off her shoulder to reveal what he was doing to the young woman's body.
Quinn's eyes changed. They started to glow like hot embers instead of the magnificent gold. She tried to throw bolts of lightning at the man, but they bounced off an invisible shield. Her anger boiled even more as the man continued his perverse assault on Rachel's body.
His thumb grazed the taught nipples on the breast he was fondling over and over. A tortured, yet erotic moan left Rachel's lips. Her knees seemed to buckle a little. His tongue continued to lap the side of Rachel's neck. His legs moved between Rachel's, spreading them apart slightly. His left hand held her up, wrapped around the side of her neck under her chin. His other hand trailed down Rachel's taught abdomen and down to the waist of her robe. He stopped just above the sash that was holding it up.
Quinn's lightning soon turned into flaming bolts. Her feet turned into pillars of flames as she began to break out of her invisible locks and move towards Hades.
"That's it. That's my daughter there," laughed the man. His hand moved lower into Rachel's robes, past the sash. He pushed his hand down and a loud gasp left the woman's lips. His hand moved back and forth over the sensitivity of the writhing songstress.
Quinn couldn't take it. Rage took over and soon her body was engulfed in flames and lightning. She ran towards them, but stopped merely a foot away; her body wouldn't go any further. "Stop!" she demanded, her voice was powerful and shook the ground. She knew this was all merely a mirage, but it felt very real and she could feel her heart being torn. She tried to reach out and tear Rachel away from the man, but she couldn't. Her father stared at her with a wicked smile on his face and evil in his eyes.
He kept his eyes on Quinn's as he whispered into Rachel's ear, "You like this don't you?" His hand continued to move beneath the robe and started to pick up in speed. The brunette's breath hitched as she let out another soft moan. Russell continued to stare at his daughter, watching her suffer and seeing the demon in her take over.
Quinn tried to look away at the facade the demon was showing her. Tears stung her eyes, but she couldn't look away. Something held her head there and she could feel her body going on fire. Her blood was boiling and all she could think of was tearing into that man's face, dismembering all his limbs and feeding them to the hellhounds. Her teeth were gritted and her fists curled so tight that her nails cut into her palms causing them to bleed. She could feel something moving within her. It was a darkness and she could feel it enveloping her as more thoughts of killing Russell Fabray crossed her mind.
"That's it Quinnie. Let it take over. Let the real you come out to play," he whispered out wickedly. His hands started to move deeper down the front of Rachel's robe. Soon the garment fell to the ground revealing what he was doing. The young brunette woman's mouth hung open and her eyes closed tight. The man's left arm hooked around Rachel's chest and his hand groping her right breast. He tweaked her nipple between his index and middle finger while his right hand was three fingers deep inside her. A loud moan left the singer's lips every time he pumped his fingers into her. His eyes never left Quinn's burning stare. Soon the woman in his arms whispered something. "What?" he asked, hoping for her to speak up. His hand continued to pump roughly in and out of Rachel and soon her little moans picked up as her knees began to tremble. Hades, as he is now known gave one last wicked grin at Quinn as his teeth turned into a row of sharp fangs. He roughly added one more finger inside the woman in his arms and reveled in the control he had. Her breath was getting shallower as his fingers continued to push deeper inside her. "Aren't you lucky Quinn that it's just my fingers inside your precious treasure?"
Quinn could feel the darkness continuing to take over her as she stared helplessly.
"What?" he asked the woman in his arms as he heard her pant a name out. He could feel her muscles twitching around his fingers on the verge of climax. "Say it!" he demanded and then bit down roughly on her neck, pinching her nipple painfully between his fingers. The Rachel in his arms took in a sharp breath as he felt her walls tighten around his fingers and a gush of moisture run down his palm. She finally screamed out, "QUIIIIIIIIIIN!"
Quinn snapped. Whatever light she had left in her disappeared. Her body was no longer restrained and she leaped forward. The darkness engulfed her as rage took over and all she wanted to do was tear the man apart.
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A/N: Hope that made up for my lack of updates. R and R. To be continued.