The Fabray name had always been associated with royalty. They were the epitome of grace, class, and most importantly wealth.
But the youngest of the Fabray's - Quinn - had always been and would always be so very different from them.
Of course, there were things she shared with her family that were purely genetics. Overachieving, for example. That particular trait could be associated with both her mother and father.
For instance, her parents both graduated from college early. They both received early admission to Ivy League schools and eventually went on to be proud Columbia University alumni.
Quinn's path was almost identical and by twenty-three she had completed her own ivy league education and gained an MBA in business.
It was just in her blood. And though she had accepted her fate, it didn't make her any less concerned about the stigma that came along with being an "heiress". She refused to just be given a job because of who she was related to.
So she did what her father would have done. She searched for other opportunities at other companies and excelled at them before ever stepping foot into her family's business. It defied the common belief that the company that Quinn Fabray owned, the company that had been in her family for years, was just handed to her.
No, Quinn Fabray earned the right to control every bit of what her family had worked so hard to build for her. Quinn Fabray was special, and she always had been.
Her mother always told her that. Before she was an honor student, before she was a billionaire.
Before she really knew who she was.
Her mother believed that Quinn possessed specific qualities that were blessed upon people through God.
"People are just different. They're special. They are chosen by God - or whoever you may believe in - to be different and most importantly to be very successful at the things they do. I knew the minute I was pregnant with you that you would turn out to be one of those people."
Quinn never really understood what her mother meant and she probably never would. She did however know that her father shared a similar opinion, although his thoughts were more of a combination of what her mother believed and a logical understanding of genetics and. He used that to raise her up in the way he wanted her to go.
Her father at the beginning would call her the perfect little girl. She was her mother's lookalike - born with natural beauty and poise that had been passed down through her mother's genes for centuries. Perfect blonde hair, flawless skin, grace. As superficial as it was, her father truly believed that those things would set his daughter up for greatness.
As beautiful as Quinn was - and she was truly beautiful - it was her intelligence and creativity, along with her ability to think through things even at an early age that God had actually bestowed onto her. That was what made her special. Quinn was a natural born leader. And she was willing and able to take control of whatever situation she found herself in.
This was a trait that had been developed and honed throughout her years at the insistence of her father.
Eventually - that trait would come in handy. And not just when it came conquering her profession.
Her personal life - thanks to a series of unfortunate and ill timed events - would cause her to actually apply the things that she had initially thought to be misguided compliments from her parents. She came to realize that in order to prevent herself from crashing and burning, she would need to take control.
Despite her upbringing, Quinn Fabray was no walking pity party. She understood that life tended to shit on everyone - for lack of better words - and despite the ridiculous amount of events that had she had been negatively affected by, there was nothing about her struggle that made her more tortured than the average person walking around with secrets of a painful past they hadn't quite moved on from.
That didn't take away from the fact that she did in fact have a painful past she hadn't moved on from.
She had a therapist once, when she was nineteen. It was no surprise that sitting on a couch and sharing her feelings didn't exactly bring her much peace. But the advice she had given Quinn turned out to be substantially helpful. She was told to channel her pain and sorrow into something. And while she hadn't begun working at that point, she managed to stumble onto a particular hobby that allowed her to refocus her energy.
It didn't come as a surprise to her that that particular hobby was sex.
When she was younger, Quinn never considered herself to be very sexual - despite the fact that she very well should have been. She had definitely been attracted to women for quite some time and harnessed certain desires in response to that though she hardly pursued those desires.
Luckily through a specific chain of events that she tried not to think about, she opened herself up to sexual exploration that would essentially shape her personal life from that moment forward.
She discovered a way to experience pleasure while staying in control of her emotions. A way to simultaneously be the person she was in her every day life while not being the person she was in her every day life.
Quinn realized that just as her therapist had predicted, if she channeled all of the aggression and sadness associated with her youth into something that would provide release for her that it would kept her bizarre range of emotions - emotions she wasn't sure she'd ever manage to work through - in tact.
Quinn also truly knew what she needed. It wasn't about having meaningless sex with women. It was about finding a connection with someone, earning their trust and being able to give them an experience that would create real pleasure for them. Because that created real pleasure for Quinn. And that was something that Quinn cherished, deeply.
No other experience in her life made her feel as free. No other experience truly gave her that much control. More control than she felt that she'd ever had in her life.
Her father had been onto something when Quinn was younger. He had seen something in her that she initially considered to be a burden. Because how could she ever function as a normal woman if she was incapable of giving up control? How could it be that something so shallow was so detrimental to how well she functioned? And more importantly how she achieved success...or peace?
She now understood that her mother and father had seen something in her that she would never understand until she was an adult. She was special, for certain reasons. She always had been. That wasn't a burden, but a quality that she would grow to appreciate and accept.
It actually did make Quinn Fabray every bit of the wonder that she was. Even despite her guilt from straying so far away from what her father deemed "normal".
She lived for it.
Quinn closed her eyes and took a deep breath, becoming a little lightheaded at the mere thought of it. Flexing her slim fingers, she lifted herself up on the balls of her feet and opened her eyes to the sight of the darkening skies of New York City.
Had she really been standing at her window that long?
It must have been a particularly uneventful day for her. She hadn't even noticed the amount of time that passed in the midst of her silent musings. Reaching a careful hand to the window, she allowed the tips of her manicured fingers to touch the crystal clear glass.
She had loved this city for so long. She often peacefully observed her thoughts while gazing out at the tall buildings. It often gave her tranquility outside of her personal life. A way to meditate, so to speak. Sometimes those musings would leave her longing for another means of distracting herself.
Thankfully, she had other plans for that evening.
A beep suddenly sounded and as the voice of her secretary came through the speaker, Quinn drew her hand back from the window almost as quickly as she had touched it.
"Ms. Fabray? I'm sorry to interrupt you, but it's five-thirty. You told me to remind you when it began to get close to the time of your reservation. If you want to make it on time, you should probably start preparing to leave. Your car is waiting for you downstairs. Is there anything else I can get for you?"
Quinn Fabray smiled.
"Thank you Renee', but I think I am set for the evening. Why don't you take off early and I'll make sure to lock up?"
"Thank you Ms. Fabray. Enjoy your evening." the woman spoke genuinely and Quinn pushed her bangs away from her brow.
There was something about being the last person to leave her building that helped affirm that she had put in as much work as she possibly could have. Quinn refused to be the boss that just sat behind a desk while nameless, faceless people ran her company for her. So every evening she would tie up all the loose ends that she could, meditate, and dismiss Renee' before locking up and heading home.
Tonight would bring a slight deviation from her normal routine though for good reason. She would be spending the evening having dinner with a new woman that she could possibly share her desires with and if it panned out correctly it could lead to a very promising opportunity.
It helped to know that Quinn normally didn't keep submissive's for long periods of time, so arranging a meeting to first make sure that she shared chemistry with the person was important so as to begin the relationship sooner rather than later. She often used an initial sit down to determine how passionate a woman was about submitting to her. It was also important that each woman understood that she was not looking for a permanent arrangement - via contractual agreement.
If Quinn was being honest with herself, she was still humoring the idea that someday she'd find the perfect woman; a perfect companion to meet both of her needs. Realistically, she knew that she wasn't anywhere near ready to be with someone in that way. She had attempted it once and it didn't really work out. Until she stopped shying away from her issues and was able to truly give herself emotionally to a woman - it was easier and safer to keep her relationships temporary.
She couldn't bring herself to drag something out that didn't truly satisfy her and most - if not all - submissive's understood that. Fortunately, there were no hard feelings and no vengeance. They all understood from the beginning that their time with Quinn would eventually come to an end. As gratifying as that routine had been so far, there was a part of it that was getting a bit old for her.
It seemed that the same types of women sought her out, women that she sometimes felt held her back from the possibility of something real falling into her hands. Though, she never tired of their enthusiasm.
She needed it.
She so needed the routine in her life to stay sane. However, she couldn't help but wonder if 'the one' - the woman that she liked to think of as a diamond of sorts - would be the person who would absolutely wreck her.
Somehow, Quinn both feared and hoped for it.
So, on the surface she embarked on this dinner for the opportunity to meet a fresh face but deep down she held onto hope that maybe she'd be sitting down with her future. At the very least, the woman was Quinn's type: short exotic brunette, brown eyes, and long legs.
She never strayed from her pattern nor did she plan to. It was in her genetics to never settle for less and she believed that she'd never have to even consider it. The woman she would be meeting that evening seemed like she had potential. Nice laugh, good personality, and fully willing to meet all of Quinn's needs.
Her only downfall was that she had belonged to someone before Quinn and Quinn Fabray did not touch a sub who previously belonged to someone else.
Unless there was an exception.
The dinner was to determine if there could be an exception made and to say Quinn was curious about it would be an understatement. She was hoping to find someone special. It was a yearning that had never been fulfilled.
Quinn hoped that tonight that would change.
As usual, when entering the restaurant Quinn was met with stares from all over.
This had been the norm for her from the minute she took over her parents company. It could be attributed to the size of the business and the fact that by taking actual leadership within the company versus only holding the majority of shares she went from being just another spoiled heiress to one of the youngest, wealthiest people in the world. It was so rare that it was bound to make a major headline or two.
Most of the time it didn't affect her, though she often wondered what it would be like to introduce herself to someone who didn't already know her name.
The host greeted Quinn with a knowing and slightly nervous smile, another thing Quinn could live without. She disliked the intimidating fear people felt because of her wealth and influence.
"Ms. Fabray, it is wonderful to see you tonight…your guest arrived fifteen minutes prior to yourself and is waiting for you at your reserved table."
She follows directions well, Quinn thought. She had indeed informed the woman to be as obedient as she could tonight – as sort of a test.
Since Jessica - the woman Quinn would be dining with- had informed Quinn that she would not be requesting a 'twenty-four seven' relationship, the instructions regarding her behavior weren't necessary, but for Quinn it would reveal several things about her.
Aside from that, Quinn hadn't embarked on a relationship of that type of intensity in a long time, nor did she plan to at this point. She was only looking for something to fulfill her needs for the time being.
"Fantastic." Quinn uttered softly with a small smile, and the host led the way to her table. They were always so formal to her at these kinds of places and although she didn't always have the patience for it, she made sure to respond with respect.
"Might I add that you look absolutely stunning in that gown." He spoke and Quinn smiled at the compliment. "Thank you." Quinn said calmly, before she spotted her table. Jessica was sitting with her eyes cast downward, her hands in her lap and her shoulders back in the short red dress that Quinn had specifically request she wear.
Upon approaching the table, Jessica stood. The man looked at her curiously but chose not to respond. Instead he turned to Quinn, but before he could speak she had already cut him off. "Let's start with a bottle of Chardonnay." She said firmly.
"As you wish, Ms. Fabray."
He hurried off to give the order, and Quinn touched the smooth cheek of her potential lover. "Very good Jessica. Eyes up."
Brown eyes looked up at Quinn, "Tonight will be a test. You normally will not be required to accompany me anywhere in public. That is not the nature of the relationship I have requested from you. However, I would like to see how well you can follow directions. You have done exceedingly well so far." Quinn smiled.
The woman smiled softly in return and Quinn allowed her eyes to sweep down her body appreciatively. Jessica fit the dress that Quinn had purchased for her perfectly.
"You look exceptional, Jessica." Quinn complimented and Jessica smiled.
"Thank you, Ms. Fabray." She said lightly and Quinn nodded her approval. First names were not an option, not yet. So Quinn was pleased with the way Jessica was addressing her.
"Well done, you may sit."
The woman waited a beat for Quinn to sit down, before she took her seat and placed her hands on her lap, smiling at Quinn.
"Do you drink white wine, Jessica?"
"No, Ms. Fabray. I've never tried it." She responded quietly. Quinn clucked her teeth, "Hmm, that is unfortunate. You will have your first glass of white wine with me tonight, is that alright with you?"
As the confusion passed in her eyes, it looked as if Jessica had never been asked if anything was alright with her and was struggling to find the correct response to the question. That left Quinn curious to find out if Jessica would turn out to be a bit of challenge.
She loved challenges.
"If it's alright with you, it's alright with me, Ms. Fabray."
It seemed that Jessica had all of her ducks in a row, a fact that only slightly disappointed Quinn. Jessica appeared perfect, only because she had perfected the art of being submissive. She had already been taught how to be obedient and although that seemed like exactly what Quinn would want, she had hoped for something different. Someone fresh. She reveled in the thought of having a woman who was absolutely and totally clueless when it came to the lifestyle but passionate about being submissive to her.
Quinn was looking for something she'd only find in a woman that was head over heels in love with her, or vice verse. Sadly, Quinn could not trust many women enough to allow that kind of relationship to take place and she hadn't in a long time.
Considering those circumstances she figured that though Jessica wasn't exactly what she was looking for - she would just have to do for now.
"It does feel good to have a first with you, Jessica." Quinn continued, unable to keep some of the bitterness out of her tone. She was annoyed with the idea of having someone else's submissive. Because there was something that did feel a bit sloppy to her about not being someone's first. She knew how ridiculous it sounded, but it was something that she had grown to accept about her preferences over time.
The woman across from her lowered her eyes at the remark, feeling the instant condemnation from Quinn's comment.
"Eyes up, Jessica. Surely you aren't hurt by what I said? Is there something you would like to share with me?" Quinn said giving Jessica a curious look and Jessica looked her in her eyes.
"No, Ms. Fabray I -"
Jessica's words were cut off in a gasp as Quinn's hand disappeared under the table cloth and quickly up her dress. Quinn let her fingers caress the girl's thigh, watching her face go a little pink at the touch.
"Something wrong?" Quinn spoke calmly. Jessica shook her head.
Second mistake in less than five minutes, maybe she isn't that perfect.
Quinn squeezed her thigh, before sliding her hand upward...towards a place that caused an audible stutter in Jessica's breathing. Quinn couldn't deny her own arousal at the reaction she was pulling from her.
"Use your words, Jessica. I can't read minds." Quinn spoke firmly and Jessica stared into the hazel orbs before speaking.
"I-I apologize; there isn't a-anything wrong with me, Ms. Fabray." Jessica said, her voice shaking.
Quinn stared at her for a moment her hard eyes looking through her rather than at her, before she smiled and removed her hand. "I will overlook your mistake."
All that could be heard in the silence was the soft heaving of Jessica's chest. It seemed that she hadn't been expecting such a thing from Quinn. That caused Quinn's interest in the woman to grow considerably.
She glanced around the restaurant in interest, amused by the way the servers bustled around to please the rich people dining around them. Of course, the wealthy patrons ate it up. It constantly annoyed her how they used their influence to boost their own egos. She wasn't into being sucked up to and would prefer people to just treat her normally. She was just a woman, desperately trying to further the company her family built and remain in control of her life.
It would be nice if anyone would truly see her for who she was.
Suddenly, Quinn was being pulled from her reverie by the sound of a loud crash and cold liquid being splashed into her lap. Standing quickly, Quinn glanced down to see what she would guess was the white wine she ordered dripping down her dress and into her heels.
"Oh my God! I'm-I'm so sorry…I tripped and...and I'll get something to clean that up! I'm so sorry!"
While focusing on the wine sloshing around in her shoes Quinn allowed herself to focus on the person frantically apologizing at her feet. A short, tan brunette was scrambling on her knees now to pick up the glass that had fallen, along with the broken bottle of Chardonnay and Quinn watched in amusement as she fumbled with everything - including her words.
"I am so fired, damn it…" She mumbled, before shaking her head, "I mean...I mean...excuse my language...I just need to get this, get this glass up a-and..." She rushed to her feet again and finally Quinn had the opportunity to get a look at the waitress who ruined her dress.
Upon laying eyes on her everything seemed to slow down.
Quinn's heart actually fluttered as she shared a gaze with the woman. She hadn't had a reaction like that to anyone in so long that it actually shocked her. Where were these butterflies in her stomach coming from?
She watched the brunette falter for words, mouth hanging open as she stared back at Quinn.
She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her long brown curls were pulled back into a high ponytail, preventing her hair from obscuring her face. She had smooth skin, defined cheeks, and plump lips that looked absolutely delicious.
Without shame, Quinn allowed her eyes to glance down at the body of the woman. She was tan and exotic. She seemed to have really nice figure, despite wearing the standard waitress uniform: white button down top and black slacks. Though Quinn didn't understand how her legs managed to look so long underneath her slacks - it was obvious that this woman was particularly small in stature. Quinn finally tore her eyes away to look back up into the woman's eyes.
She was absolutely stunning. Quinn swallowed, feeling her mind and body strain against both her composed expression and the fabric of her expensive dress.
The waitress finally spoke again and broke Quinn's stare, "I am so sorry miss, I didn't mean to…listen I can clean that up if you'd like? I don't know how much wine a napkin can take out of a dress, but I can try." She offered a nervous smile and raised a napkin to the material but Quinn caught her wrist before she could press it to her body.
"It's ruined, actually." Quinn spoke with a smile and the girl suddenly looked like she was about to cry.
"I'm so sorry…listen-"
"Berry!" An angry voice cut her off and Quinn watched as she wrung the hand not in Quinn's grasp like she was about to have a nervous breakdown.
"Oh god, listen miss I'm really sorry, I'll have someone clean all of this up. I'm really sorry again…" She pulled her arm from Quinn's grasp before hurrying off, offering one last look over her shoulder before she was out of Quinn's sight.
Quinn couldn't wipe the smile off of her face as the woman's features burned themselves into her brain. A man who Quinn assumed was the manager suddenly appeared, and instantly she snapped out of the haze she was in.
"I want her name."
"Ms. Fabray, I am so sorry! The girl is new and in training but consider your evening on us-"
"No, give me her name."
Quinn didn't even look at the man, still watching the spot where the girl had disappeared to. She was entranced by her, having never seen a woman so…perfect in her life.
"That won't be necessary Ms. Fabray. She will be fired immediately." Quinn's gaze snapped to the man, her patience beginning to thin.
"You will not fire her, you will not pay for my evening, I only request her name." Quinn said with finality.
He looked at her confusedly, "I don't under-"
Quinn leaned forward. "I don't see how I could make myself anymore concise. Either you give me her name as I've requested or I will call the owner of this establishment and get it myself, but not before letting him know that because you refused to rectify the situation to my standards, I have made the decision to withdraw my patronage from this restaurant and will encourage my friends and colleagues to do the same. Your choice." She said lowly, her hazel eyes ablaze with promise.
Quinn hated intimidating people purposely, but she had no other choice. She needed that name.
"Her name is Rachel Berry."
Quinn couldn't immediately explain why, but there was a distinct feeling rising within her. It wasn't something she felt regularly. But rather, when she was in the midst of discovering something extraordinary.
Like a rare diamond someone would pay millions for, simply to be able to stare at it.
And then Quinn realized that this woman was rare.
The very woman Quinn never thought she’d find had been standing right in front of her. Despite only having the memory of her beautiful features and her name, Quinn was sure about one thing.
She wanted her.