I'll Be Your Safety (You'll Be My Lady) - Chapter 3
Title: I'll Be Your Safety (You'll Be My Lady) Chapter 3
Summary: Soon to be Queen, Quinn Fabray is set into an arranged marriage with Brittany S. Pierce. Little does her public know, she is not in love with Brittany, but is in love with her handmaiden Rachel Berry as Brittany is with hers, Santana Lopez. Faberry with side Brittana and Quitt.
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn, Brittany/Santana, Quinn/Brittany
Word Count: 2416
Rating: M
She stands with Rachel by her window as the Pierce’s coach pulls in front of the castle and the servants rush to greet them. Her arms wrap around Rachel’s waist and she pulls her close, pressing a soft kiss to Rachel’s neck. “That’s her?” Rachel asks softly, and Quinn glances down to see Brittany being helped out of the carriage, “That’s Brittany?”
Quinn nods and squeezes Rachel tighter, dropping another kiss to her shoulder.
Rachel says nothing for a while, then, “She’s pretty”
Quinn feels the waves of insecurity roll off of her and kisses her neck gently, “You’re prettier”
“And you’re certain she loves her maiden?” Rachel asks with uncertainty.
“I saw them. Professing their love for one another and kissing. I’m certain Rach”
Rachel nods and turns into Quinn’s arms, resting her head on Quinn’s chest.
“It’ll be alright,” Quinn soothes, pulling her closer, “She wants Santana, I want you. Everybody wins”
Rachel lets out what sounds like a murmur of agreement into Quinn’s chest and Quinn presses another kiss to her forehead, “I love you”
She feels Rachel’s smile against her collarbone, “Love you too” Is the mumbled response.
She pulls back and tilts Rachel’s head upwards pressing their lips together. Rachel sighs appreciatively and curls her hands in Quinn’s long hair, and with a final kiss to her bottom lip, she reluctantly pulls back, “You should go down and greet your guests” Rachel says as Quinn groans.
“But I’d rather stay with you” Quinn says, kissing her way down Rachel’s jaw, “The guests can wait”
“I don’t think your father would like that,” Rachel says gently, squeezing Quinn’s shoulders, “Come on baby, let’s get it over with”
Quinn sighs, and pulls away from Rachel smoothing out her hair, “Fine. Let’s go”
Russell is already giving them the tour when she gets downstairs; she finds them in the buttery, laughing merrily. “Ah, Quinn,” Russell says as she enters, “Your future bride awaits,” He gestures to Brittany and Quinn smiles at her, “Good evening Duke Pierce,” She greets politely, “I trust that all is well?”
“Better than well,” Duke Pierce beams at her, “Now my daughter shall wed the Queen herself!”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Judy cuts in, her smile strained, “She isn’t queen yet”
Quinn throws an irritated glance over at her mother and sees that her father is doing the same.
“Of course, Lady Fabray,” Duke Pierce says, “All in good time”
“Has she been shown to her quarters?” Quinn throws at no particular servant. “N-not yet lady,” One of them squeaks, “She still hasn’t seen the kitchens”
“Take her now,” Quinn orders, “I’m sure she’d like to get comfortable before the feast tonight?” She glances at Brittany who nods warmly, “Thank you Quinn”
The servant leads the way, Brittany and Santana in tow. Russell glances at Duke Pierce, “To the great hall, shall we? I trust you’ll stay for food and wine?”
“Of course!” Duke Pierce says, “Lead the way, sir”
They chat merrily all the way up the stairs until it’s just Quinn and Judy, standing in awkward silence. “Shouldn’t you be with your finance?” Judy asks wryly, clasping her hands together.
“Shouldn’t you be with your husband?” Quinn shoots back. Judy’s lips purse. “Best you go, Quinn” Judy says haughtily, “There are certain… expectations of you to follow now, you realize”
Quinn sneers down at her mother’s disgruntled expression, “Weren’t there always?” With a roll of her eyes she turns her heel and walks away. She doesn’t have time for mommy issues, not today.
She makes her way up the castle stairs and heads for her own quarters where Brittany had been given a room until Quinn inherited the King’s quarters. She marches into Brittany’s room, “Out!” She orders the servants who scuttle away at her command. Brittany beams at her, “Quinn, this room is magical,” She smiles.
Quinn slams the door shut and turns to face her. “Alright, let’s just get this out” She says turning to face both Brittany and Santana who are both looking slightly alarmed, “I picked you to marry me for one reason and one reason only”
Brittany cocks her head to the side, “Quinn, what do you-“
“You’re in love with your handmaiden” Quinn says abruptly.
The room falls deadly silent as the color drains from Brittany’s face.
“That’s preposterous,” Santana says quietly, also visibly pale, “Don’t be absurd”
Quinn’s lip twitches in annoyance. How dare a slave speak to her like that?
“Did I ask you to speak servant?” Quinn spits impatiently, her anger flaring.
“Hey,” Brittany says sharply, and for the first time since Quinn has met her, she doesn’t look as if she’s about to go for a ride in a meadow full of baby unicorns. “Don’t talk to her like that”
Maybe she went the wrong way about it, Quinn thinks as the mood in the room completely shifts. Brittany and Santana are on the defence now, maybe she should have been kinder about it like Rachel suggested…
With a sigh, she tries again.
“Look, I saw you two the other day in the trophy room” She says gruffly, trying to be softer. Fear flashes across Santana’s face and Brittany’s eyes fill with tears, “We were just-“
“Hey, it’s okay, alright?” Quinn interrupts, “I get it”
Brittany’s face twists in confusion, “W-what?”
Quinn huffs, staring into the faces of the people she’s about to reveal her biggest secret to. The faces of two people she’s not sure she even likes, let alone trusts. She takes a deep breath, “Me too”
Brittany still looks as lost as ever and Santana raises her eyebrows.
She tries again.
“My… my handmaiden Rachel, she- we… we’re together… also”
“Oh,” Brittany says dumbly, “Oh!”
Santana just stares in disbelief.
“I don’t want a wife,” She rambles nervously, “I just want Rachel and I figured that what you have with Santana is the same so…”
“So you picked me” Brittany concludes. She shares a look with Santana.
“We’re in the same boat,” Quinn starts.
Brittany’s eyes widen, “I can’t swim”
Quinn frowns, wondering if that was an attempt at a poor joke. “I mean, we use each other right? As a cover. You can have Santana and I can have Rachel. Deal?”
Brittany just stares. Santana’s eyes narrow, “Is this some sort of trick?” She asks suspiciously, “What, will you send her to the stocks if she admits to it?”
Quinn eyebrows crinkle in frustration as she looks upon Brittany and Santana’s faces. She doesn’t have time to get them to trust her; her father will be expecting her downstairs in minutes, “My word is good,” She says finally, “And what choice do you have? If this were a trick do you really think I’d need proof to send you to the stocks?”
Santana’s eyes darken and she shoots a protective arm around Brittany’s waist. Quinn rolls her eyes, “Look, there’s no elaborate scheme alright? We need to help each other” She holds out her hand and looks straight at Brittany, “We continue as we have, you with Santana, I with Rachel. We will marry each other for the kingdom, but it will be an illusion for the people. Deal?”
Brittany looks at her, searching for a sign of anything dishonest, any sign of trickery. All she finds is sincerity. Slowly, she nods and takes Quinn’s hand, “Deal”
-
The feast is filled with tension; her mother won’t even look at her, while Brittany and Santana won’t stop looking between her and Rachel. In fact her father and Duke Pierce are the only ones keeping the conversation alive, chortling like the best of friends over goblets of wine. She throws in a fake laugh now and then to make it look like she’s participating and glances desperately over at Rachel, who is standing with the other servants by the door.
“I would like to make a toast,” Duke Pierce slurs, raising his goblet. Russell raises his heartily and glares at Quinn until hers is raised as well, “To the future of Lima, Queen Quinn Fabray!”
Quinn shifts in her seat uncomfortably.
“To her marriage with my daughter, may it be long and hardy. May their children be strong and worthy of the royal blood and eventually the crown”
Quinn’s stomach drops as she sees Rachel’s head snap up. She curses under her breath but keeps her goblet raised steadily, watching Rachel worriedly. Why did he have to talk about children? Why? Rachel was still processing the wedding, did he have to throw children into the mix?
“To love!” Duke Pierce cries out, “To marriage! To the throne!”
Quinn drinks easily, downing the entire goblet in one go. When she looks back over, Rachel is gone. With a sigh, she drops her goblet back onto the table.
“Speaking of children, Russell, how will that come about?” Judy asks icily, “As far as I know, both of them lack the required anatomy to conceive with one another”
An awkward silence fills the air as Russell stares down his wife. Quinn fidgets with the hem of her dress. “True, darling,” Russell finally says, his voice strained, “No matter, I have a solution in the making. But let’s not worry about that now, there is a wedding to plan, after all!”
She picks at her meal for the duration of feast, watching the door to see if Rachel comes back in. She wishes desperately for the feast to be over already so she can run after her. She catches the eye of Rachel’s servant friend Mercedes and gestures her over as subtly as possible. Mercedes pours wine into her goblet as Quinn whispers quietly, “Is Rachel okay?”
Mercedes nods gently, mumbling something about a headache before moving back to stand with the other servants. It doesn’t make Quinn feel any better.
After what feels like months, they see Duke Pierce to the gate and watch him ride off in his coach before she manages to slip up the stairs into her bedroom only to find it empty. When Rachel had first been assigned to her, she had asked her father permission for Rachel to have a small bed in the corner of the room that had lain untouched since Rachel had moved in with her. Rachel slept with her, but the King sized bed lay empty. Quinn frowned.
Rachel didn’t have permission to wander around the castle by herself; a rule all servants had to follow according to her father, so there was only one place else she’d be. Quinn headed back downstairs and made her way down to the servants quarters.
More than a little out of place, Quinn navigated her way through the quarters, as the servants stared at her from their bunks. She glanced down the rows of beds for Rachel but found nothing aside from a few servants in the middle of dressing who looked absolutely horrified that the princess had seen them in such a state.
“Excuse me,” She pulled aside one frightened looking servant, “I’m looking for Rachel”
“She’s in there miss,” The girl pointed towards a door at the far end of the room, “I saw her come in”
The door leads to the upper servant’s quarters apparently, where the higher ranked servants lived. Quinn notices a slight improvement in the living standard; at least this room doesn’t smell like stale urine. Rachel’s on a bed towards the far right, sitting beside one of her mother’s numerous handmaidens, Tina. As she gets closer, Quinn notes her tear-stained face and feels her heart clench.
Rachel doesn’t see her until Quinn clears her throat and looks up, surprised, “Quinn? You’re done with the feast?”
Quinn nods and eyes Tina’s solemn face. She wonders what Rachel told her, “Are you alright?”
Shock flashes through Tina’s features at such genuine concern in Quinn’s voice but Quinn doesn’t take the time to care. She watches Rachel carefully.
Rachel nods, wiping her cheeks, “I’m sorry you had to come and find me. Forgive me”
Quinn wants to repeat her question but falters under Tina’s watchful gaze. Instead, she straightened, “Come then, to bed”
She watches as Rachel hugs Tina tightly and then makes to follow her. Quinn clutches Rachel’s hand in her own and tugs her forward, out of the servant’s quarters and into the stairwell, hurriedly making her way back to her room.
She closes her door and turns back to where Rachel is straightening herself up, “Rachel-“
“I’ve been so stupid,” Rachel says quietly, “Thinking this would be alright”
Quinn stands still, her mind racing. What does Rachel mean by that? Was she having second thoughts?
Rachel’s eyes well up again and Quinn moves to comfort her but Rachel pulls away, “You’re going to have babies together Quinn,” She chokes mournfully, “You’ll be married to someone else”
Tears spill freely down her cheeks, “I’ll be your mistress”
The word makes Quinn irrationally angry; how could Rachel think so little of their relationship? Did she not understand this is what she had to do? That she’d give it all up in an instant if it she could make Rachel her wife instead of Brittany?
“Mistress?,” Quinn asks incredulously, “Rachel how can you speak like that?”
Rachel sweeps away her tears with the back of her hand and collapses backwards onto the bed, “How can you not? We’ll be adulterers. The both of us”
Quinn crouches down and takes Rachel’s hand, brushes a strand of hair from her face, “I love you,” She says firmly, “Only you. Brittany is for the public. Our relationship will be strictly professional, you know that, right?”
Rachel’s head lolls into Quinn’s hand, “Professional, Quinn? What about the wedding night? Will it be professional when you have to consummate your marriage?”
Quinn sighs. She’d forgotten about that.
“Rachel, what else do you want me to say?” She says tiredly, “I picked Brittany because she’s also involved, she has no interest in me”
A sudden thought strikes her and she stands, slipping into the bed next to Rachel, “Why don’t you talk to Brittany’s handmaiden Santana tomorrow,” She suggests, “She’s going through this too”
Rachel contemplates it briefly, and smiles weakly, “Alright,” She agrees, “I’ll talk to her”
Quinn presses a gentle kiss to Rachel’s cheek and lies beside her, ignoring the pang of hurt when Rachel pulls away so their bodies aren’t touching. Santana better pull through, she thinks grimly, or else she may loose Rachel for good.
Summary: Soon to be Queen, Quinn Fabray is set into an arranged marriage with Brittany S. Pierce. Little does her public know, she is not in love with Brittany, but is in love with her handmaiden Rachel Berry as Brittany is with hers, Santana Lopez. Faberry with side Brittana and Quitt.
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn, Brittany/Santana, Quinn/Brittany
Word Count: 2416
Rating: M
She stands with Rachel by her window as the Pierce’s coach pulls in front of the castle and the servants rush to greet them. Her arms wrap around Rachel’s waist and she pulls her close, pressing a soft kiss to Rachel’s neck. “That’s her?” Rachel asks softly, and Quinn glances down to see Brittany being helped out of the carriage, “That’s Brittany?”
Quinn nods and squeezes Rachel tighter, dropping another kiss to her shoulder.
Rachel says nothing for a while, then, “She’s pretty”
Quinn feels the waves of insecurity roll off of her and kisses her neck gently, “You’re prettier”
“And you’re certain she loves her maiden?” Rachel asks with uncertainty.
“I saw them. Professing their love for one another and kissing. I’m certain Rach”
Rachel nods and turns into Quinn’s arms, resting her head on Quinn’s chest.
“It’ll be alright,” Quinn soothes, pulling her closer, “She wants Santana, I want you. Everybody wins”
Rachel lets out what sounds like a murmur of agreement into Quinn’s chest and Quinn presses another kiss to her forehead, “I love you”
She feels Rachel’s smile against her collarbone, “Love you too” Is the mumbled response.
She pulls back and tilts Rachel’s head upwards pressing their lips together. Rachel sighs appreciatively and curls her hands in Quinn’s long hair, and with a final kiss to her bottom lip, she reluctantly pulls back, “You should go down and greet your guests” Rachel says as Quinn groans.
“But I’d rather stay with you” Quinn says, kissing her way down Rachel’s jaw, “The guests can wait”
“I don’t think your father would like that,” Rachel says gently, squeezing Quinn’s shoulders, “Come on baby, let’s get it over with”
Quinn sighs, and pulls away from Rachel smoothing out her hair, “Fine. Let’s go”
Russell is already giving them the tour when she gets downstairs; she finds them in the buttery, laughing merrily. “Ah, Quinn,” Russell says as she enters, “Your future bride awaits,” He gestures to Brittany and Quinn smiles at her, “Good evening Duke Pierce,” She greets politely, “I trust that all is well?”
“Better than well,” Duke Pierce beams at her, “Now my daughter shall wed the Queen herself!”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Judy cuts in, her smile strained, “She isn’t queen yet”
Quinn throws an irritated glance over at her mother and sees that her father is doing the same.
“Of course, Lady Fabray,” Duke Pierce says, “All in good time”
“Has she been shown to her quarters?” Quinn throws at no particular servant. “N-not yet lady,” One of them squeaks, “She still hasn’t seen the kitchens”
“Take her now,” Quinn orders, “I’m sure she’d like to get comfortable before the feast tonight?” She glances at Brittany who nods warmly, “Thank you Quinn”
The servant leads the way, Brittany and Santana in tow. Russell glances at Duke Pierce, “To the great hall, shall we? I trust you’ll stay for food and wine?”
“Of course!” Duke Pierce says, “Lead the way, sir”
They chat merrily all the way up the stairs until it’s just Quinn and Judy, standing in awkward silence. “Shouldn’t you be with your finance?” Judy asks wryly, clasping her hands together.
“Shouldn’t you be with your husband?” Quinn shoots back. Judy’s lips purse. “Best you go, Quinn” Judy says haughtily, “There are certain… expectations of you to follow now, you realize”
Quinn sneers down at her mother’s disgruntled expression, “Weren’t there always?” With a roll of her eyes she turns her heel and walks away. She doesn’t have time for mommy issues, not today.
She makes her way up the castle stairs and heads for her own quarters where Brittany had been given a room until Quinn inherited the King’s quarters. She marches into Brittany’s room, “Out!” She orders the servants who scuttle away at her command. Brittany beams at her, “Quinn, this room is magical,” She smiles.
Quinn slams the door shut and turns to face her. “Alright, let’s just get this out” She says turning to face both Brittany and Santana who are both looking slightly alarmed, “I picked you to marry me for one reason and one reason only”
Brittany cocks her head to the side, “Quinn, what do you-“
“You’re in love with your handmaiden” Quinn says abruptly.
The room falls deadly silent as the color drains from Brittany’s face.
“That’s preposterous,” Santana says quietly, also visibly pale, “Don’t be absurd”
Quinn’s lip twitches in annoyance. How dare a slave speak to her like that?
“Did I ask you to speak servant?” Quinn spits impatiently, her anger flaring.
“Hey,” Brittany says sharply, and for the first time since Quinn has met her, she doesn’t look as if she’s about to go for a ride in a meadow full of baby unicorns. “Don’t talk to her like that”
Maybe she went the wrong way about it, Quinn thinks as the mood in the room completely shifts. Brittany and Santana are on the defence now, maybe she should have been kinder about it like Rachel suggested…
With a sigh, she tries again.
“Look, I saw you two the other day in the trophy room” She says gruffly, trying to be softer. Fear flashes across Santana’s face and Brittany’s eyes fill with tears, “We were just-“
“Hey, it’s okay, alright?” Quinn interrupts, “I get it”
Brittany’s face twists in confusion, “W-what?”
Quinn huffs, staring into the faces of the people she’s about to reveal her biggest secret to. The faces of two people she’s not sure she even likes, let alone trusts. She takes a deep breath, “Me too”
Brittany still looks as lost as ever and Santana raises her eyebrows.
She tries again.
“My… my handmaiden Rachel, she- we… we’re together… also”
“Oh,” Brittany says dumbly, “Oh!”
Santana just stares in disbelief.
“I don’t want a wife,” She rambles nervously, “I just want Rachel and I figured that what you have with Santana is the same so…”
“So you picked me” Brittany concludes. She shares a look with Santana.
“We’re in the same boat,” Quinn starts.
Brittany’s eyes widen, “I can’t swim”
Quinn frowns, wondering if that was an attempt at a poor joke. “I mean, we use each other right? As a cover. You can have Santana and I can have Rachel. Deal?”
Brittany just stares. Santana’s eyes narrow, “Is this some sort of trick?” She asks suspiciously, “What, will you send her to the stocks if she admits to it?”
Quinn eyebrows crinkle in frustration as she looks upon Brittany and Santana’s faces. She doesn’t have time to get them to trust her; her father will be expecting her downstairs in minutes, “My word is good,” She says finally, “And what choice do you have? If this were a trick do you really think I’d need proof to send you to the stocks?”
Santana’s eyes darken and she shoots a protective arm around Brittany’s waist. Quinn rolls her eyes, “Look, there’s no elaborate scheme alright? We need to help each other” She holds out her hand and looks straight at Brittany, “We continue as we have, you with Santana, I with Rachel. We will marry each other for the kingdom, but it will be an illusion for the people. Deal?”
Brittany looks at her, searching for a sign of anything dishonest, any sign of trickery. All she finds is sincerity. Slowly, she nods and takes Quinn’s hand, “Deal”
-
The feast is filled with tension; her mother won’t even look at her, while Brittany and Santana won’t stop looking between her and Rachel. In fact her father and Duke Pierce are the only ones keeping the conversation alive, chortling like the best of friends over goblets of wine. She throws in a fake laugh now and then to make it look like she’s participating and glances desperately over at Rachel, who is standing with the other servants by the door.
“I would like to make a toast,” Duke Pierce slurs, raising his goblet. Russell raises his heartily and glares at Quinn until hers is raised as well, “To the future of Lima, Queen Quinn Fabray!”
Quinn shifts in her seat uncomfortably.
“To her marriage with my daughter, may it be long and hardy. May their children be strong and worthy of the royal blood and eventually the crown”
Quinn’s stomach drops as she sees Rachel’s head snap up. She curses under her breath but keeps her goblet raised steadily, watching Rachel worriedly. Why did he have to talk about children? Why? Rachel was still processing the wedding, did he have to throw children into the mix?
“To love!” Duke Pierce cries out, “To marriage! To the throne!”
Quinn drinks easily, downing the entire goblet in one go. When she looks back over, Rachel is gone. With a sigh, she drops her goblet back onto the table.
“Speaking of children, Russell, how will that come about?” Judy asks icily, “As far as I know, both of them lack the required anatomy to conceive with one another”
An awkward silence fills the air as Russell stares down his wife. Quinn fidgets with the hem of her dress. “True, darling,” Russell finally says, his voice strained, “No matter, I have a solution in the making. But let’s not worry about that now, there is a wedding to plan, after all!”
She picks at her meal for the duration of feast, watching the door to see if Rachel comes back in. She wishes desperately for the feast to be over already so she can run after her. She catches the eye of Rachel’s servant friend Mercedes and gestures her over as subtly as possible. Mercedes pours wine into her goblet as Quinn whispers quietly, “Is Rachel okay?”
Mercedes nods gently, mumbling something about a headache before moving back to stand with the other servants. It doesn’t make Quinn feel any better.
After what feels like months, they see Duke Pierce to the gate and watch him ride off in his coach before she manages to slip up the stairs into her bedroom only to find it empty. When Rachel had first been assigned to her, she had asked her father permission for Rachel to have a small bed in the corner of the room that had lain untouched since Rachel had moved in with her. Rachel slept with her, but the King sized bed lay empty. Quinn frowned.
Rachel didn’t have permission to wander around the castle by herself; a rule all servants had to follow according to her father, so there was only one place else she’d be. Quinn headed back downstairs and made her way down to the servants quarters.
More than a little out of place, Quinn navigated her way through the quarters, as the servants stared at her from their bunks. She glanced down the rows of beds for Rachel but found nothing aside from a few servants in the middle of dressing who looked absolutely horrified that the princess had seen them in such a state.
“Excuse me,” She pulled aside one frightened looking servant, “I’m looking for Rachel”
“She’s in there miss,” The girl pointed towards a door at the far end of the room, “I saw her come in”
The door leads to the upper servant’s quarters apparently, where the higher ranked servants lived. Quinn notices a slight improvement in the living standard; at least this room doesn’t smell like stale urine. Rachel’s on a bed towards the far right, sitting beside one of her mother’s numerous handmaidens, Tina. As she gets closer, Quinn notes her tear-stained face and feels her heart clench.
Rachel doesn’t see her until Quinn clears her throat and looks up, surprised, “Quinn? You’re done with the feast?”
Quinn nods and eyes Tina’s solemn face. She wonders what Rachel told her, “Are you alright?”
Shock flashes through Tina’s features at such genuine concern in Quinn’s voice but Quinn doesn’t take the time to care. She watches Rachel carefully.
Rachel nods, wiping her cheeks, “I’m sorry you had to come and find me. Forgive me”
Quinn wants to repeat her question but falters under Tina’s watchful gaze. Instead, she straightened, “Come then, to bed”
She watches as Rachel hugs Tina tightly and then makes to follow her. Quinn clutches Rachel’s hand in her own and tugs her forward, out of the servant’s quarters and into the stairwell, hurriedly making her way back to her room.
She closes her door and turns back to where Rachel is straightening herself up, “Rachel-“
“I’ve been so stupid,” Rachel says quietly, “Thinking this would be alright”
Quinn stands still, her mind racing. What does Rachel mean by that? Was she having second thoughts?
Rachel’s eyes well up again and Quinn moves to comfort her but Rachel pulls away, “You’re going to have babies together Quinn,” She chokes mournfully, “You’ll be married to someone else”
Tears spill freely down her cheeks, “I’ll be your mistress”
The word makes Quinn irrationally angry; how could Rachel think so little of their relationship? Did she not understand this is what she had to do? That she’d give it all up in an instant if it she could make Rachel her wife instead of Brittany?
“Mistress?,” Quinn asks incredulously, “Rachel how can you speak like that?”
Rachel sweeps away her tears with the back of her hand and collapses backwards onto the bed, “How can you not? We’ll be adulterers. The both of us”
Quinn crouches down and takes Rachel’s hand, brushes a strand of hair from her face, “I love you,” She says firmly, “Only you. Brittany is for the public. Our relationship will be strictly professional, you know that, right?”
Rachel’s head lolls into Quinn’s hand, “Professional, Quinn? What about the wedding night? Will it be professional when you have to consummate your marriage?”
Quinn sighs. She’d forgotten about that.
“Rachel, what else do you want me to say?” She says tiredly, “I picked Brittany because she’s also involved, she has no interest in me”
A sudden thought strikes her and she stands, slipping into the bed next to Rachel, “Why don’t you talk to Brittany’s handmaiden Santana tomorrow,” She suggests, “She’s going through this too”
Rachel contemplates it briefly, and smiles weakly, “Alright,” She agrees, “I’ll talk to her”
Quinn presses a gentle kiss to Rachel’s cheek and lies beside her, ignoring the pang of hurt when Rachel pulls away so their bodies aren’t touching. Santana better pull through, she thinks grimly, or else she may loose Rachel for good.