Part X

Notes: This concludes the fic. I have thought of making a bunch of side parts for this fic, mainly Santana and Quinn venturing more into the BDSM kink, but that's still uncertain. Until then, I should have a new fic up by next week, either Saturday or Sunday, my time that is. It's going to be a short story and after that I got another fic in the works. I also have another one shot. I have so many plans, but I'm releasing them one at a time or else I'll end up dropping a bunch of them, which I know will happen. Thanks for reading.

It had been two weeks since Santana's argument with Quinn. She refused to speak with her or do any of her chores. Kurt had taken it upon himself to tend to Santana, sending her food and water periodically throughout the day. He's returned a few times with the tray untouched and other times Santana managed to stomach down half her meal.

Around the second week Quinn had come to speak with Santana, knocking on the door and begging for Santana to speak with her. It had done nothing to get Santana to open up. Eventually Rachel had come to talk Quinn into walking away as she was sitting on the floor crying and begging, which would have brought too much attention to her father had he come down.

It was around the end of the second week when Kurt noticed Santana's sleep schedule had changed. She was often tired and fatigued. When he came to serve her a tray, Santana would stay in bed until noon and felt too sick to eat more than a bite of food.

Today, Kurt had arrived as usual to serve dinner. He requested the cook make something light but still kept some sort of nutritional value, so it was just a small bowl of soup with crackers on the side tonight. The broth had carrots, potatoes, and beef, mixed with thin noodles. He supplied Santana with two cups of water.

Kurt knocked twice before entering. As expected, Santana was laying in bed, exhausted. He placed the try on her vanity set and reached over to the bed to gently shake her. She frowned and stirred under the sheets.

"Santana?" Kurt asked. "How are you feeling?"

"Drained." Santana groaned, rolling over to face Kurt.

Kurt brushed back a piece of her hair and sighed. "I hope you haven't caught the flu. You should see Dr. Abrams. You've been like this for a week."

Santana struggled to sit up and with Kurt's help was able to lean against the headboard.

"I'll be fine. I can sleep it off." Santana assured.

"It will be difficult to do that if you don't keep your strength up." Kurt added. "I've brought over soup; maybe something light will help you."

Kurt retrieved the tray and placed it on Santana's lap. She looked over her meal and gulped down an entire cup of water. She picked up a cracker and mixed the broth of her soup around a bit with her spoon. She scooped up a piece of beef and carrots and cringed.

The strong smell of meat caused her stomach to twist and burn.

"G-Get it away from me!" Santana cried.

Kurt was swift to remove the tray just before Santana jumped up and made a dash to the bathroom. He felt a chill ripple through him as he picked up the sound of Santana vomiting into the toilet. It took a few more minutes before Santana stopped, but in a fit of tears sat next to the toilet sobbing on the floor. Kurt entered, picking up a towel from the drying rack and wet the tip.

He comfortably sat beside Santana, quietly cleaning her face and wiping away her tears. When she was clean she rested her had on his shoulder where he placed a hand on her back to soothe her. Kurt didn't have to ask what was wrong. He's heard about the argument between her and Quinn.

He could tell it bothered them both. Quinn was not her usual lively self and was often quiet in public, but would cry in her room with Rachel by her side.

"Oh Santana," Kurt cooed. "I'm so sorry you had to find out that way."

Santana's sniffling began to slow down. It was comforting to have someone hold her just how it was soothing to finally be able to cry because she was angry for so long. She was still angry. She was hurt, because Quinn had chose to keep a secret from her and something as big as that. It made Santana feel just like she has been in this entire society, a slave.

It wouldn't be unusual for a human to be used as a carrier. Demons needed offspring to carry on their lineage and keep their race in control. But for Santana to be caught in such a lifestyle was what hurt the most, because Quinn chose to not be frank about her choice with her.

Santana would rather have Quinn tell her the purpose of her existence and have sex the first day she got here to carry her child. Santana cringed, a baby. Santana wanted nothing to do with it. She would rather work herself to the bone than be forced to carry such an offspring.

"It's been long enough." Kurt continued. "Santana, you need to see a doctor. I'm taking you."

Santana didn't have enough fight in her to complain. She allowed herself be pulled to her feet, but Kurt continued to hug her as they made their way out of the bathroom. She gulped feeling another rush of dizziness hit her when she got on her feet, but it had quickly passed.

Santana nervously sat on the examination table, staring at the curtain the separated her from Kurt. He had agreed to stay behind at Santana's request. She had gotten scared the second she entered Dr. Abrams' office.

Dr. Abrams had been sensitive and kind to her as he could, sensing her distress. He had asked a few questions to Santana's general health and agreed to run a few test when the questions were over. She can't tell how long it has been, but it had been too long as Santana became very anxious.

She sat up when she heard the familiar squeak of Dr. Abrams' wheelchair as he entered the room. He came back in with his clipboard and stopped in front of Santana.

"What's wrong?" Santana asked.

Dr. Abrams nervously picked up his clipboard and tapped the tip of the board. The silence between them was making Santana nervous.

"You aren't sick Santana." Dr. Abrams notified. "You're pregnant."

Santana felt her heart drop to her stomach. Dr. Abrams put the clipboard down on his lap again. He wheeled himself away from the table and went over to his desk where he unlocked the first drawer. He came back, presenting a bottle of pills on to Santana's lap.

"I have some medicine for the nausea, but I won't be able to get any vitamins until tomorrow." Dr. Abrams started. "If you feel worse or break into a fever, please come see me immediately. I will put together a list of what you should avoid very shortly."

Santana felt tears drip down her face. Her hand gripped on to her stomach. The thought of a baby sparked a throb of panic inside her. A baby. She was going to have a baby, but this time she didn't want it. She wanted nothing to do with it and she didn't want Quinn to be a part of it either.

"Santana?" Dr. Abrams called, ripping her of her thoughts. "Are you alright?"

Santana gulped and wiped away her tears. "I-How far along...am I?"

Dr. Abrams shrugged. "Not very long and you won't be able to get a sonogram to hear the heartbeat just yet."

Santana felt bile build in her throat. She glanced down to her stomach.

"I'll have those vitamins within 24 hours. The Mistress has great connections." Dr. Abrams assured. "Are you going to tell the Mistress?"

Santana flinched. Even he knew about them and Dr. Abrams spends his days down in the basement with Jake. Santana broke into a mess of tears. She felt Dr. Abrams watching her, wondering if he should comfort her or say something comforting. Taking a sharp breath, Santana willed herself to stop crying.

"No." She shakily answered.

"But she -"

"I said no!" Santana shouted.

Dr. Abrams nodded. "Okay. I'm sorry." He sighed. "You are free to leave. I'll send Kurt to give you the vitamins as soon as they come."

Santana quickly got down the table and rushed out. Kurt followed after her without a word. He had heard the entire conversation through the curtain. It would be wise for him to give her the space she wanted. When they reached her room, Kurt stood outside her door.

"If you need anything Santana, please don't hesitant to ask." Kurt noted. "I'll do whatever I can, so long as you let me help you."

"Thank you." Santana answered.

Kurt watched her shut the door and heard the lock click into place. He walked away with a shake of his head.

Santana continued to go through bouts of fatigue, dizziness, nausea, and puking. Kurt continued to feed her what she could stand, with the help of Dr. Abrams' list. The vitamins helped keep her energy up, but with the lack of food it was difficult.

Kurt kept by her side, cleaning up the mess she would leave on the floor when she couldn't take it to the toilet. He would give Santana a fresh pair of clothing and would always coax her to take a shower when she lost the drive to care for herself.

It went on for three days. Kurt said not a single word. He stayed by Santana's side when she needed him and held her when she cried. On the third night after Kurt had done all he could to get Santana to eat and comfort her, Quinn came by.

She had no intention of leaving this time.

"Santana?" Quinn called. "Santana, please, open the door. I have to speak with you!"

She was met with silence. Quinn pounded against the door again. It would be easy to break the door down. That's come across Quinn's mind many times, but she needed to do this right. She didn't need to be more aggressive than she was toward Santana.

"Santana I'm sorry! I know what I did was wrong." Quinn whimpered. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I had no way of telling you! I...just let me in so we can talk, please?"

She knocked again. That's when the door moved and Santana stood in the doorway. Quinn gulped, finding it difficult to see how tired and weak she was. Santana's eyes were puffy from crying. Quinn fought the urge to hug her.

Santana stepped aside, glaring at Quinn as she made her way inside. She closed the door behind her, while Santana staggered over to her bed. Quinn kept her distance, as it would be what Santana wanted.

"Please believe me?" Quinn started. "I love you. I wasn't lying to you. I wasn't using you. I'll break things with Finn! It's something my father won't agree with, but I'll do it for you and we'll leave! We'll find another -"

"I'm leaving." Santana sharply interrupted.

"W-What?" Quinn scoffed.

"If you don't let me go I will do everything I can to get out of here." Santana threatened.

Quinn looked Santana over, shifting to the distance between them and down to her own feet. She had never seen Santana this angry, so livid and overflowing with hatred. Santana let out a sigh and bit her bottom lip to control her strong urge to cry.

"I'm sorry." Quinn evenly said.

Santana froze. She glanced at Quinn the icy glare of rage breaking down for a second and Santana turned away. Quinn took it as her invite to step forward.

"I'm sorry." Quinn said again.

"Stop it." Santana growled. Sensing how close Quinn was she turned back around trying to hold on to the last pieces of her anger. "I've made up my mind!"

"I..." Quinn whimpered. "You can't expect me to agree with this! I can't just let you go."

"It isn't your decision." Santana defended.

"It's dangerous out there." Quinn insisted. "You have nowhere else to go."

"I can handle myself just fine." Santana snapped.

Quinn wiped at the fresh drops of tears on her face. She had no right keeping Santana against her will. She worked so long to build a bond of trust between them. But that started to matter less the more Quinn realized she was losing Santana.

But it would be what Santana wanted and if she found herself no longer being able to be here or stand Quinn, why else would she make her stay? Quinn wiped away a few more tears before feeling her shoulders drop and shake with her silent cries.

"Okay." Quinn sniffled. "Give me some time to put together your things along with food and medical supplies. It's the least I can do before you go."

Quinn quickly exited the room. She couldn't stand to be in there anymore, especially when she was agreeing with Santana's wishes. Quinn felt her heart about ready to break as she entered the hall. Santana closed the door, waiting a moment before she leaned against the door. She stood there until she broke into a heavy sob that nearly broke Santana's own heart. Quinn could hear the faint sounds behind the door.

She kept strong, walking down the stairs in a calm manner. Quinn became calmer when she spotted Dr. Abrams making his way into the foyer. He looked up and made his way to the bottom of the steps.

"Mistress, may I speak with you for a moment?" Dr. Abrams asked.

"Is something wrong?" Quinn replied.

Dr. Abrams frowned. "I know it isn't my business to tell you, but you deserve to know." He started. "Santana's pregnant."

Quinn felt her knees buckle. Dr. Abrams nervously glanced at his lap. When he looked back up Quinn had a fresh strip of tears down her face. Was Santana never telling her? Did Santana expect her to let her go with her child?

"I've given her vitamins that have been helping her, but she will need more treatment later, especially when she enters her second trimester." Dr. Abrams continued. "I felt you should know, because Santana wasn't ever going to tell you."

Quinn wiped away her tears and sighed. "Thank you."

Dr. Abrams nodded and wheeled himself back in the direction of his office. Quinn took some time staring at the steps, wondering if she should go back to Santana and confront or walk away. She wouldn't be able to deal with Santana hating her if she made her stay, but Quinn couldn't let her walk away with her child.

Quinn wanted to be a part of the child's life and be there for the pregnancy. Quinn wanted nothing more than to raise that child and give him the right to know the parents that made it. She didn't want Santana to take away any of that from her.

Quinn walked back up the steps, but made the choice to not confront Santana. She needed space and Quinn needed her own after her recent news.

Quinn waited a day and a half before returning back to Santana. She knew she still had to give Santana an answer. As difficult as it would be to face Santana, knowing she was carrying her baby, Quinn needed to speak with her and hopefully buy more time for them.

However, Santana had never expected to see Rachel again. And it was upsetting to see that Quinn wouldn't be talking to her. Quinn had lost the courage to come back. The thought of their baby inside of her was too painful for Quinn.

"How do you feel Santana?" Rachel asked, taking a seat at the vanity set.

"What are you doing here?" Santana grumbled.

"I know you don't want to see me." Rachel sighed. "The Mistress asked that I come because you wouldn't want anything to do with her."

Santana could deal with Rachel more than Quinn at the moment. With the apology she gave Santana, it made things look a lot better than the secret Quinn was hiding from her. That was something Santana couldn't find herself to overlook.

"I know you want to leave," Rachel added. "But before you go the Mistress needs one last favor from you."

Santana scoffed. Quinn had no room to bargain. She had no right to want anything. She was the one who hurt Santana. She lied to her and kept the marriage a secret. Quinn had made Santana fall in love with her and Santana hated it, but not as much as she hated how much she was still in love with Quinn.

And while she wanted to act like she wasn't interested in what Quinn wanted, Santana couldn't lie to herself. She was far too much in love to just drop her feelings. Even Rachel knew that.

"Come with her on a cruise." Rachel announced.

Santana scoffed in disbelief. Her jaw clenching, she shook her head and stared back to Rachel.

"It's all she asks and in return you are free to leave." Rachel added. "You won't hear from her again and you can live your life however you choose. A free woman."

"You're serious?" Santana asked.

Rachel nodded.

"And if I refuse?" Santana cautiously replied.

Rachel shrugged. "It makes no difference. You'll leave on your own time. She sees no point in keeping you if you have no interest to stay with her as her companion. It's all she wanted from you."

"Okay." Santana agreed.

Rachel stood from her seat.

"You leave tonight at nine. Kurt will pick out a few outfits for you." Rachel instructed.

She left the room with no further words and Santana was left in silence once again. She had nothing to lose. Quinn had already destroyed what was left of her trust. Santana could easily change her mind if she wanted to leave.

That would leave her departure with Quinn with no closure, but that was something Quinn didn't deserve. She had everything she could ask for, being born in a class of wealth. She had power. Santana had nothing, not even her body and free will.

She had been stripped bare on such an emotional level Santana had started to feel so little. The only familiar feeling was anger, but that was something even Quinn took away. She gave her things like false hope and unrealistic love if she dared to even call it that.

At least anger was simple and so was hatred. Those were things Santana grew up with. The sorrow and the fear that later hardened to an icy exterior. Who was Quinn to try and take that all away and make Santana have the pleasant feeling be being wanted and cherished?

But she agreed and Santana had no reason to do so. A small piece of her still remained. A softer and more painful side that deep down wanted the love and affection of another once again. It had grown in size the more time she spent with Quinn.

Pushing away such a thought, Santana had talked herself into the reasons why she wanted to leave in the first place. She had nothing else to lose on this cruise. Quinn had no meaning to her life, much how she didn't have any significance in Quinn's. That was a fact now.

Kurt entered Santana's room two hours earlier and had been the only to help Santana in her choice of outfit for tonight. She asked nothing about Quinn, as it had been clear that Santana wanted little to do with

The more she thought about Quinn and the child she carried the more confused Santana became. Quinn wanted an heir, she had one. Santana, however, was no longer willing to do so.

Kurt eventually decided on the hairstyle he wanted on Santana and wasted no time dressing her up. Feeling nothing like a doll once again as Quinn had picked out all her outfits for her stay without little concern from Santana.

When Kurt was finished he decorated Santana in jewelry, once again, that Quinn had picked, and put on a fresh coat of makeup. The remaining outfits placed neatly on the bed had been carefully folded and put into a Louie Vuitton suitcase.

"The Mistress is waiting for you downstairs." Kurt announced. "I will have Jake carry your suitcase into the car."

Kurt swiftly left, leaving Santana to join Quinn down in the foyer at her own time. She hadn't realized how nervous she was until she was left alone examining her gown as it had yet to feel comfortable to be adorn in such luxurious clothing. It may be something Santana will never like.

Taking a few deep breathes and easing her racing mind, Santana finally left her room. She kept her stance tall and poised, moving evenly and smooth as she walked.

"You look beautiful." Rachel smiled.

Santana felt a stab of rage in her. Rachel carefully walked over, pausing to consider coming any closer and reached out to take a hold of Santana's hand. She noticed the flinch at the contact and how stiff Santana's arm became.

"I'll make this quick." Rachel sighed.

"I don't want an apology from you." Santana hissed. "This is Quinn's doing."

Rachel gulped. "I figured. I just wanted to thank you."

Santana raised a brow in question.

"I'm glad you chose to go on this cruise with the Mistress." Rachel continued. "It's really important to her. Thank you for giving her the chance to have closure before you leave."

Rachel firmly squeezed Santana's hand.

"When you're on that boat, try to remember everything the two of you went through and who you are to her." Rachel reminded. "At least give her another try. You're special Santana."

Rachel reached forward, leaning up on the front of her feet to give Santana a firm hug.

"The Mistress loves you and that has never changed." She whispered, smiling before she released her and walked away.

Taking a moment to gather herself, Santana headed toward the stairs, her mind still left in a scrambling mess. Quinn smiled, seeing Santana make her way down the last step and immediately put her arm around the curve of Santana's hip.

"You look amazing." Quinn complimented. "The car is already out front. Let's get going."

Puck opened the door and Quinn lead Santana down the porch with a proud smile on her face.

The boat had turned out to be a beautiful 82 foot yacht with an amazing spacious deck and a full crew about the deck to work the engines when ready. Santana could only imagine that the interior design of the boat would be very similar to the house she shares with Quinn.

Santana was helped aboard the boat from the crew's captain and Quinn followed after.

"Hello Ms. Fabray." He greeted. "It's great to see you again. Welcome aboard."

Santana watched two men pull in their luggage and quickly disappeared below the deck in silence. Quinn's tug from her hip brought her back to the ship's captain.

"Hello Michael. This is Santana. Santana this is Michael Chang. He's been running my yachts for the past five years." Quinn introduced. "He's a good man. He'll take care of us."

Santana looked him over, not finding any oddity about him. He had been just an ordinary, hard working human, who had been most likely bought and put under Quinn's ownership for work. That didn't seem to bother him as he kept smiling at Quinn.

"Hi." Santana quickly replied.

The lack of warmth the greeting had, made no upsetting effect on the captain.

"Hello Santana. Please, call me Mike, everyone except Ms. Fabray does." Mike encouraged. "Is there anything I can do for you Ms. Fabray?"

"No, we'll be staying on deck for now." Quinn informed.

"Alright, I'll have a crew member inform you when dinner is ready." Mike answered.

He smiled as he said his goodbyes to both women and left. Quinn guided Santana to the railing of the deck. She made effort into keeping her arm still around Santana, but with less of a overpowering gesture.

Quinn kissed Santana's temple and positioned herself to stand behind Santana and circle her hips with both arms into a hug. It had taken effort for Santana to fight against the reaction at how close Quinn was.

"You look amazing." Quinn whispered.

A kiss shifted to Santana's bare shoulder. She gulped. A flood of warmth traveling through her legs on contact. Quinn nuzzled Santana's shoulder blade and sighed as she rested her hand on to Santana's back.

"Why are you doing this?" Santana asked, needing to find a distraction from her boiling emotions.

Quinn released Santana, feeling panic rise in her. The lack of contact and small inch of space had been enough for now.

"I wanted something to remember you by, if you were planning to leave me and start your new life." Quinn answered.

Santana sharply turned around and glared.

"I want to go to my room." Santana sternly announced.

"It's the lower deck down the hall and to the right." Quinn answered.

Silently, she watched Santana walk away, not giving Quinn a second glance when she reached the steps and disappeared from view. With a heavy sigh, Quinn took a seat to one of the tables on deck. She flagged a crewman down.

"Get me a bottle of wine." She instructed.

The crewman nodded.

Quinn sighed. She had twenty four hours the most to keep Santana on this yacht before she would demand to be sent back to shore. That was if she was kept in a good mood, which was quickly turning into a failure.

Quinn rested her chin on to her hand and pursed her lips. Hopefully things will change once dinner came around.

An hour later Quinn was informed that dinner was ready and will be served as soon as she reached the dining hall. She had left her wine bottle at the table, deciding that one cup had been enough, while she was craving to drown herself in the entire bottle. It wouldn't have been easier to face Santana, but Quinn wanted the buzz to break up the thoughts that plagued her.

When she reached the room and took a seat a chef came out placing her meal on the table and went back out as a second one came to hand her a cup of wine. She ordered for it to be taken away and switched for a cup of water instead.

Quinn spent thirty minutes of her meal alone in silence, only getting the attention of a passing server to ask about Santana's whereabouts. He told Quinn that Santana was told about dinner, but hasn't heard any word if she was on her way down.

Having already finished her appetizer and ready for the main course, Quinn figured Santana wouldn't show up still angry and had refused to come out of sheer spite. Just as her main course came out the dinning door opened and Santana stepped through.

Quinn felt the fork in her hand wobble as she watched her take a seating beside her. The chef from the back darted back out from the kitchen and placed a bowl of soup before her. He offered her wine, which Santana declined. Then he was gone again.

The dining room was still in completely silence, with Santana trying to eat her soup as neatly as she could, while Quinn had tried to stop herself from staring so blatantly. More than once Santana had looked back at her, unable to ignore the staring, which had brought Quinn back to her food.

She had eventually agreed to focus on her meal as Santana was not willing to start any conversation with Quinn again. The room was filled with the clatter of their plates and the swishing of the kitchen door as they finished their food.

Quinn was given the choice of tonight's dessert and Santana was given her entree. That was when Quinn requested a cup of wine, unable to take any more of the lack of communication as she was starting to sober up.

"Are you enjoying tonight's dinner?" Quinn cautiously asked.

"Yes." Santana admitted, returning back to her plate.

A server entered and Quinn was given a piece of chocolate cake with whipped cream on top. Santana dropped her fork and called out for him before he went back into the kitchen.

"I'm done eating." Santana stated.

"Would you like a dessert ma'am? A cup of wine perhaps?" He asked.

"I'm tired." Santana declined.

"Alright ma'am." He smiled. "I hope you enjoyed tonight's dinner. Good night."

Santana watched her plate be taken away and she could feel the burn of Quinn's eyes on her when they were alone again. Truthfully she wasn't full, but the savory strong flavors of the food had left her stomach unsettled as she has yet to be accustomed to its rich taste. Santana had skipped meals often back in her room being that she was much too upset.

The immunity she once had was gone and it had showed physically as well. The stress of the situation back at home had caused her to lose a few pounds. She was sure Quinn noticed. It had to be why she kept staring at her the entire time that she forgot to eat once she arrived.

Smoothly, Santana stood from her seat, refusing to look at Quinn and bid her good night before leaving. She wanted little to do with her tonight and it was clear Quinn wouldn't push her as she was the one to insist they spend tonight on a yacht. Santana didn't feel obligated to be open to anything as she was sure if Quinn was really upset she would just force Santana to listen.

"Santana?" Quinn drawled, causing Santana to freeze as she turned around.

She looked over her shoulder to see Quinn's piercing hazel and red eyes.

"Good night Miss." Santana sneered, noticing the twitch in Quinn's jaw as her teeth clenched together.

Sharply, Quinn's hand reached out, taking a hold of Santana's wrist and pulling her back. The yank had been almost powerful enough to have Santana crashing on to the table had she not put her left hand out to break her fall.

"We have to talk." Quinn informed.

"Let go of me." Santana sniped.

Quinn didn't budge. "I need to speak with you."

"I don't want to speak to you!" Santana yelled.

Quinn gave another sharp yank, nearly pulling Santana off balance again.

"You agreed to give me closure." Quinn glared. "This is how I've chosen to do it."

Santana tried to get her arm free, but Quinn tightened her grip.

Quinn loosened her hold. "You don't have to speak."

Santana scoffed. "I would rather go back to my room."

Quinn stood from her seat, keeping her hand around Santana's wrist.

"Will you stop it?" She hissed. "I know you're hurting. I want to make this work!"

"And make what work?!" Santana snapped. "We have nothing! I'm your pet and you're my owner, who I'm supposed to brainlessly listen to."

"We have something." Quinn proclaimed.

Santana laughed and shook her head in disappointment. "This isn't a fairy-tale. I'm not some naive girl that falls in love with their 'savior'. How stupid do you think I am?!"

"But you are in love with me." Quinn announced.

Santana finally got her arm free, but at the sudden break Quinn reacted. Her arm went around Santana's hips and the other around her neck, pulling Santana into a kiss. It had taken a second before Santana realized the situation and the soft feeling of Quinn's lips.

She fought to back away, finding it impossible with Quinn's solid grip around her. She had pushed at Quinn's chest but she hadn't loosened her hold until she felt Santana finally kiss her back. The quick softened kiss gave Santana room to break away and send a hand in Quinn's direction. She felt everything around her come to a stand-still at the sound of Santana's hand against Quinn's fast.

The slap sounded a lot louder than she expected, but it had done little to physically hurt Quinn. A wall came over her face as Quinn's face became sterner and her eyes turned dark. A small tint of pink in the form of Santana's hand came to her face, but it was already starting to heal just as quickly as it came. Quinn swallowed, shaking her head before letting out a heavy sigh and a short clipped laugh.

"I suppose I deserved that, huh?" Quinn coldly said. "After all the things I've done to you. How I've tried to control and oppress you. I've treated you like filth. It's what I deserve, right?"

Santana felt her eyes brim with tears and had no control as they fell down her face. Quinn picked up her cake and chucked it across the room. Santana jumped as she heard the plate shatter against the wall behind her. Quinn picked up her wine cup, tossing that and painting the wall in a rich hue of blood.

"I want to change!" Quinn shouted. "I'm willing to change! And don't you dare lie to me about your feelings while you try to belittle mine!"

Quinn took a hold of Santana's face between her hands.

"I love you." She panted. "I love you and I don't want to let you go."

Santana was shaking and hiccupping uncontrollably. The anger gone and overcome with a strong sadness Santana had tried for so long to ignore. While she was angry, she couldn't hate Quinn. She loved her and the fact at how deeply she loved Quinn despite how much she hurt her had made Santana upset.

But being here, seeing Quinn cry and boldly say how in love she was with Santana, or how she was willing to fight for her to stay. Santana had never seen anyone fight for her this much in such a long time.

"Think about our baby." Quinn whispered. "Where would you go? How can you protect our baby?"

Santana turned away from Quinn in guilt.

"When were you going to tell me?" Quinn asked. "Why wouldn't you tell me?"

Quinn wiped away Santana's tears with her thumbs. She kissed her cheek, waiting for Santana to look back at her. As painful it was to see that Santana planned to keep her pregnancy a secret, Quinn was willing to make things between them work.

"I thought you didn't want me anymore." Santana admitted.

Quinn broke into a fit of tears and wrapped Santana into a hug. She buried her face into Santana's neck and wept. The sound of her sobs filling Santana's ears and the hot warmth of wet tears touched her flesh. Quinn kissed her neck, then her jaw, up to her cheek, where she cupped her hand under Santana's chin to make her look at her.

"I'll always want you." Quinn whispered. "You'll be the only person I want."

Santana gasped as she felt Quinn's lips hungrily press against her own into a passionate kiss. Santana gasped as Quinn pressed her body into her own, pinning Santana against the edge of the table Santana kissed back with as much passion and urgency. They were consumed by the feeling of teeth scraping and pulling against her mouth as they gripped and tugged at each others' clothes.

Santana yelped as she was quickly lifted off her feet by her thighs and slammed on to the table. Quinn pushed herself between Santana's legs and easily lifted her dress up her arms. Santana's hands threaded through Quinn's locks, pulling as Quinn's mouth moved to her neck and sucked her shoulder leaving another hickey.

Quinn's hand rested on Santana's thighs and pushed Santana down on her back. She moaned as Quinn swiftly slipped a finger inside and reached down to get Santana into another hungry kiss. Quinn moaned when Santana's hand cupped her breast.

Quinn stepped back, removed her own dress and took a hold of Santana's wrist and pulled her off the table. She put a hand around her waist and pulled her out of the dining room. They ran through the middle deck and Quinn brought Santana into her room.

Santana whimpered as she was pressed against the wall and Quinn kissed along her neck. She lifted Santana's leg and put it on to her hip while she used her left hand to search for the strap of Santana's bra.

Quinn picked Santana up and laid her onto the bed. Santana moaned as she felt the poke of Quinn's erection through her underwear. She sat up, allowing Quinn to remove her bra. Santana ran a hand through Quinn's hair, settling it at the back of her head before she pulled her into another kiss.

Quinn's tongue pushed through Santana's lips, seeking out her tongue for a slow and blissful kiss. The distraction of her tongue gave Santana enough time to flip them over. Quinn pulled away with a sigh. Santana grinned as she pulled Quinn's underwear down and rubbed the head of her cock with her thumb.

"Mmm, baby." Quinn sighed.

Quinn sat up, removing her bra and Santana yanked down her underwear to her ankles where Quinn easily kicked it off. Santana reached in for another short kiss and hastily reached back for the clasp of her bra.

Quinn grabbed her by her hips when she was naked and pulled Santana on top of her. She moaned when Santana kissed down her neck, coming back up to press their lips together again. They kissed a much slower pace, with Quinn curling her arm around Santana's waist.

Quinn sighed and closed her eyes as she felt Santana's tongue enter her mouth. Santana grind her hips against Quinn's causing her to moan. Santana whimpered when she felt Quinn's hand settle on her thighs and push her up.

Her legs were pushed apart and the tip of Quinn's cocked poked at her inner thigh. Santana pulled away from the kiss in with a gasp and shifted to have her forearms beside Quinn's head. The weight of her body was put to her elbows and forearms. The change had given Quinn enough space to direct her dick.

Quinn slipped her arms to curl around Santana's hips and grip her ass. She gave a sharp push and entered the head of her cock between Santana's wet folds. She switched speeds between slow and fast, pacing out the speed to keep her stamina.

Santana followed with her, moving her hips down at a much slower speed. The contrast of rhythm was a pleasant sensation while Quinn tried to contain herself. She had been so eager to be this close with Santana again. The three week distance had been painful.

And to have the soft touch of Santana's skin against her body was heavenly. Quinn caught Santana's bottom lip between her teeth and gently tugged before pushing her tongue inside. Santana whimpered.

"San," Quinn panted, directing her mouth down Santana's neck. "I love you."

Santana locked eyes with Quinn's and smiled, affectionately stroking a hand down Quinn's cheek. Quinn smiled, feeling more at ease and less distraught. While she knew now this close again that Santana wouldn't leave, the fear of Santana threatening to leave her life still had its heavy effects on her.

"I love you too." Santana repeated.

Quinn latched on to Santana and picked up the rhythm of her hips.

"Ah!" Santana cried.

Quinn pushed harder, waiting a second for Santana to adjust and catch her breath. Then the rest of her dick was thrust in. The pace was slow and started to pick up in speed. Quinn griped harder on to Santana and rapidly thrust her hips up, causing the bed beneath her to shake.

"Oh fuck!" Santana whimpered.

Quinn clenched her teeth, lost in the feeling of Santana's walls wrapped around her dick as she moved. Santana gasped as she felt herself being picked up again and rolled on to her back. Quinn hovered over her and quickly picked up the rhythm of her hips.

Santana tied her legs around Quinn and desperately gripped at Quinn's hair. Quinn leaned up to meet Santana into a kiss before she gripped Santana's thighs and picked up the speed of her hips. The bed started to shake again.

"Mph," Quinn groaned, resting face down on the pillow underneath Santana.

Quinn sought after Santana's wrist and directed her hand between them. She let out a sharp cry and sighed. Santana's right hand stroked Quinn's shoulder blade as she heard her give out another moan. The way Quinn whimpered and flinched underneath Santana's hand indicated how close she was to her orgasm.

Santana kissed Quinn's temple and began rubbing at her clit. The friction between them a comforting grind. Santana quickly rubbed at her clit, sighing and moaning as she held on to Quinn. With a sigh, Quinn thrusts down hard and came. Santana came seconds after.

Lost in the haze of her orgasm, Santana didn't notice the faint sound of sniffling until she managed to get her ragged breathing to a steady tempo. Quinn moved to press her forehead against Santana's neck. Santana felt the drops of Quinn's tears. She affectionately stroked Quinn's hair.

Quinn looked up at Santana and kissed her. Santana felt the start of her own tears. Quinn lay on her side and stroked Santana's face. The sobbing eventually dying down. Quinn made room to grab Santana's hand and place it between their chests.

"I missed you." Quinn sighed. "And I missed this."

"I did too." Santana admitted.

Quinn placed a kiss to the back of Santana's hand. The action and contact enough to sooth Quinn. With a relaxed sigh, she closed her eyes. Santana couldn't stop herself from smiling.

Santana rested a hand on to her stomach. It had been a little over four weeks since the time spent on the cruise. Quinn had not wasted time to get a bunch of slaves to move Santana's belongings into her room. Santana has seen the blueprints for the nursery which will be across from their shared bedroom.

The closer it got to being complete the happier Santana became. She kept looking at her stomach, eager for it to round out. The bump was small, barely noticeable from a far. The sudden cravings were persistent and the constant naps were reminders.

Quinn had been overprotective with Santana, requesting all slaves keep a close eye on Santana as she traveled throughout the house. Santana was also immediately removed from chores. But she didn't want to spend her time locked in her room because Quinn was scared she'd upset the baby or give herself too much stress.

It took some time for Quinn to allow Santana to move around on her own, but with one condition, that Rachel is the one to watch and assist Santana at all times. This didn't sit well with Santana at all. It took some more talking from Santana until eventually she convinces Quinn to let Kurt be the one to accompany her. Santana was stubborn and uncomfortable with Rachel helping her around the house, all the more reason why Kurt was the most suitable to look after Santana. And so Quinn had eventually agreed.

Santana looked into the mirror as Kurt carefully brushed her hair. A few more strokes he placed the brush down and picked up a hair pin. He pulled a part of Santana's hair up and slipped the pin through before closing it.

Santana looked over the diamond flower-shaped pin and Kurt walked away to open up the closet. He took out a long cream colored cardigan and helped Santana slip her arms inside before it settled over her white strapless sun dress. Kurt had helped her put on flats.

"You look lovely Santana." Kurt complimented. "Give another month and you'll start to glow or sparkle, like a pixie."

Kurt chuckled. He stood up to help Santana back on her feet. Kurt walked ahead of Santana to open the door.

"Another walk in the garden this afternoon?" Kurt asked. "The Mistress has agreed to let you leave the house, but I only managed to talk her down to let Puck tag along. She wanted to have three guards with us originally."

"I want to eat first before we do anything today." Santana answered.

"Of course." Kurt nodded. "It's important to keep your strength up."

Santana entered the dining room, while Kurt headed to the back of the kitchen. When she entered a servant pulled out a chair and filled her cup with water. The servant bowed his head before leaving.

It never sat well with Santana to see other slaves treating her as a public figure when all she had been her entire life was a slave. But Quinn wanted to make Santana feel important much how Santana was to her. And to ask the slaves to speak to her informally would upset Quinn.

Kurt returned with a small cup filled with Santana's daily vitamins. A chef came back out with a bowl of fruit and promised to return with the main course. Santana picked up a slice of cantaloupe and took a bite.

"I came across the Mistress in the kitchen." Kurt informed. "She wanted to inform me that she's left money in your room and a credit card."

"Thank you." Santana replied, continuing to enjoy her fruit.

Santana returned home from shopping late afternoon. Quinn still couldn't understand why Santana wanted to go out and shop for the baby, especially since they didn't know the gender yet. But Santana insisted part of having a child was shopping.

Santana wanted to personally pick out the crib, toys, blanket, baby bag, bottles, she wanted to prepare as much as she could. The least she did was allow Quinn to have Tina make new outfits for Santana and she'll have to head down again for new measurements when her stomach was sticking out.

Puck carried most of the bags and Kurt took what was left. The heavier items were delivered to their home. Then a bunch of other workers took them to the nursery. Santana proudly clutched the teddy bear she picked out for her baby as she made her way up the steps.

Russell made his way down the steps. He was dressed in his office attire and was fixing the sleeve of his shirt as he made his way through. Santana felt uneasy heading in his direction. Kurt followed closely behind Santana.

When Santana went passed him, Russell took a deep breath and grunted. He swiftly turned around and glared at Santana.

"What is this?" Russell spat.

They froze. Russell marched over with a scowl. He stared at Kurt for a moment and settled back to Santana. He took another deep breath through his nose and hissed.

"You're pregnant?!" He spat.

Santana took a step back.

"I can't believe this!" Russell snarled. "Get out of my sight! The both of you return to your room. I don't want to see any of you again!"

They ran down the hall with Russell glaring at them before they were gone from his sight. A flare of rage pooled through him. He shook his head in disgust.

Quinn entered the foyer at midnight. As much as she hated leaving Santana's side, she had been neglecting her duties and her father noticed. To keep his suspicions down, Quinn did more drug trades and network with other high status figures to please him.

But it would make her feel better to spend time with Santana in cased she needed her as much as she trusted Rachel. Quinn wanted to enjoy the experience of the pregnancy herself. The lamp on the hall table turned on and Quinn was staring into purple eyes.

"Dad, what's going on?" Quinn asked.

He glared at her before letting out a heavy sigh. Russell folded his hands on to his laps. Quinn didn't dare to come closer. The way he growled showed how angry he was.

"She's pregnant." Russell stated. Quinn gulped. "I thought I was clear that Rachel was supposed to carry on our family line?"

"Rachel is infertile." Quinn answered.

Russell scoffed. "So you go behind my back, buy a new slave, and get her pregnant?!"

Russell stood up, making his way over to Quinn. She refused to step away, knowing that doing so would give him pleasure in seeing Quinn uncomfortable.

"She's getting an abortion." Russell hissed.

"No!" Quinn snapped.

"Do I have to remind you that this abomination of a child is illegal?!" Russell screamed. "You have no permission to have this child! It is law and I don't see that happening any time soon."

"I am not killing my baby!" Quinn declined. "There is nothing you can do or say to change that."

Russell chuckled and grinned.

"You may be my daughter, but I say what goes and if you will defy me then I will take care of this problem myself." Russell threatened.

From the lounge room, two guards exited with Rachel and Santana in their arms. Quinn felt herself become stricken with fear. Santana was struggling in the arms of one of the guards, screaming, cursing, and crying. Rachel was less vocal, completely taken over from terror.

Russell walked over to Rachel and grunted. From his pocket, he pulled out a knife.

"You've become such a spoiled brat." Russell noted. "Finn told me about what happened. Then I find out about this! You don't deserve any of them. I'll start with this one."

Rachel flinched when she felt the knife against her neck.

"Stop it!" Quinn grumbled.

Russell looked Rachel over. "You're right. She probably hates herself being unable to carry any children. Useless."

The knife was directed to Santana's neck before it slid down to her stomach. Santana's struggling ceased as she stared at the knife. She looked back at Quinn in tears. The knife traveled up and down her stomach before stopping at her belly button.

"This is the one that should be put down." Russell laughed.

"Please?!" Santana sobbed.

"Shut up!" Russell demanded.

Quinn felt tears touch her cheeks. Russell pulled back his knife. Santana screamed and looked back to Quinn. The look of fear and despair paired with her distraught face, pleading for Quinn to help had been enough for Quinn.

A strong wave of rage went through her. The feeling was so strong Quinn felt every muscle in her body tighten. She felt a sharp pain in her arms first as if her muscles were pulling apart and swelling. An ache came to Quinn's head next and her legs began to lengthen. From her arms, Quinn's hurt the most and also began to grow.

Quinn stared at her arm to see her skin peel and fall off with green and scaly skin beneath. Quinn let out a scream as her jaw widened and popped and her teeth jutted out into sharp fangs. With a deep breath, Quinn let out a roar. The sound startled Russell. He turned around to stare into a beast that was a staggering nine feet, long limbs, horns, a row of razor teeth, and snake like skin. The guards released Santana and Rachel before making a dash out the front door.

Quinn let out another roar before lifting her hand and swiping her claw. A splatter of red decorated the floor and Russell fell to his knees. Santana staggered back in complete shock. The pool of red rapidly fell to the floor.

Russell looked up to Quinn with a hand on his stomach. Quinn walked closer, snarling as she watched Russell. A flash of fear filled his eyes.

"Lucy?" He called.

Quinn swiped her claw horizontally and severed Russell's head. She watched it fall to the floor and blood sprouted from his neck. The body fell after with a thump. Quinn let out a primal roar and noticed Santana.

With a low growl, Quinn walked over, causing Santana to coward back. Rachel took a hold of Santana's wrist.

"Quinn?" Rachel whimpered.

A purr emitted from Quinn's mouth. She dropped to her knees and whimpered as the pain from earlier ripped through her. The skin was shrinking and pulling back together. The bones popping back into place. The screaming stopped and Santana was staring down at Quinn, naked and human.

Quinn's hands rested on to Santana's hips and pulled her into a hug. Santana let out a sigh and ran her hand through Quinn's blond locks. She swallowed back a sob and felt a fresh wave of tears run down her face.

"It's okay now." Quinn whispered. "We're going to be okay."

Santana glanced back at Russell's body then back to Quinn. A sigh of relief filled the room. Quinn's hand rested on to Santana's stomach. The action sparked a flush of tears from Santana.

"It's over." Quinn whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll take care of us."

Santana wiped her tears away. Quinn's tears smeared her stomach as she cried.