fic: Princess (5/?)
Title: Princess (5/?)
Author: awkwardllama
Rating: PG-13?
Word Count: 861
Pairing: Quinn/Santana
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story.
Summary: Response to the prompt king and queen at Glee Slash's Birthday Prompt Battle. AU. Princess Santana finds a match.
“And this is a really big statue of my famous ancestor… whose name I can’t remember. Oh! What’s this? Another huge statue of a random ancestor?” As they walk along the large gallery, Santana realizes she knows nothing about the castle. “Maybe this wasn’t a very good idea. I don’t remember anything Rachel told me about the castle and this is kind of boring.”
Quinn giggles and nods her head. “I thought maybe you had no idea what was going on. Especially when we took that wrong turn and ended up in that broom closet.”
Santana flushes. “No way. That was totally on purpose. I told you I needed those gloves!”
Quinn smiles and replies, “Sure you did. So what are we going to do instead?”
Santana thinks for a second. “Oh! I have the best idea! But can we go to the kitchen first? I’m starving.”
Quinn laughs. “We just ate! You’re such a pig.”
Santana gasps. “I am not! I just like eating.” The smirk Quinn gives in return makes her gulp.
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“So what do you think of our soldiers Noah? I believe that they have the tendency to be sloppy and uncoordinated, but Generals Chang and Rutherford have done a good job training them since the horrible raids two years ago. Of course they had help. I can’t even count the number of hours I spent writing out military strategies that after taught, benefitted the army immensely.” Rachel chattered endlessly as she and Puck wandered away from the training grounds. They had spent the last two hours touring the barracks and Puck was surprised and pleased that he didn’t want to rip his hair out. She wasn’t as bad as she’d seemed.
“Your army is in pretty good form from what I see. They need a bit of polishing, but they’d do well in a fair fight.” He rubs a hand over his shaved head.
Rachel grins. “But would we survive in a fight with the almighty Crusaders?”
Puck barks out a laugh. “Who said the Crusaders fought fair?” His forehead creased and a worried frown appeared on his face. But in the next second, it was gone, replaced by a smirk. “So what do you think Santana and Quinn are up to?”
Rachel glances down at the clipboard clasped to her chest. “Well by now they should be in Royal Gallery #3. We could meet them if you like?”
Puck shakes his head. “No. It would be good for them to spend some time together.”
“Exactly! I’m glad to see someone else sees the benefits of such a relationship! If the daughters of our two powerful kingdoms were involved with each other, that would be extremely beneficial to our peace treaty. And…I think they could make each other very happy.”
Puck’s smile looks awkward compared to his normal smirk, but Rachel has to admit she finds it just as attractive. He nods and says, “I’m glad we want the same thing.”
Rachel smiles and the begin walking in a random direction. “You should be glad. You would not want me as an enemy.”
“I’m sure I wouldn’t.”
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“Santana Lopez! You get back here this instant! Where are you taking all that food?” Head Chef Sylvester bellows from the back door of the kitchens. She is waving a rolling pin high in the air.
Santana and Quinn run at full speed, away from the kitchens. Their arms are filled with bundles of food. Their laughter echoes throughout the nearby mountains. Santana leads them toward the palace stables. “Israel! Where are you hiding? I brought you something!” She tosses one of the bundles at the short, curly-haired stable boy.
He stares at her with his beady, suspicious eyes. “Why are you being so nice to me? Are these poisoned?”
“What? No! I would never do that to you…buddy? Okay fine. I need a favor.” Santana glances at an amused Quinn. “If Rachel comes out here looking for me, I need you to tell her you didn’t see us.”
“Hmm. Why should I? All you’ve ever done for me is separate me and my one true love.”
“Ugh. Never mind. Can you just saddle up my horses?” Santana waves him away.
Quinn interjects. “Umm…I actually can’t ride.”
Santana gapes at her. “You can’t ride? How did you get here?”
Quinn bashfully answers, “I had a carriage.”
“Of course. Well it doesn’t matter; you can just ride with me. Israel! Just one horse!” Santana smirks when she hears a groan from inside the stable.
Soon, he’s leading out a beautiful black stallion that seems to tower over them. Santana wraps her arms around its neck and presses a kiss to its muzzle. “Heya boy.” She ties their bundles to his saddle and swings herself onto his back. She extends her hand towards Quinn. “Come on.” Seeing her hesitation, Santana smiles. “Hey. Don’t worry, I’m a good rider.” When Quinn steps forward, Santana swings her up behind her. “Hold on tight.” As soon as Quinn has her arms locked around Santana’s waist, Santana kicks and the horse rockets off.
As they gallop towards the forest, Quinn shrieks and Santana laughs.
Author: awkwardllama
Rating: PG-13?
Word Count: 861
Pairing: Quinn/Santana
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story.
Summary: Response to the prompt king and queen at Glee Slash's Birthday Prompt Battle. AU. Princess Santana finds a match.
“And this is a really big statue of my famous ancestor… whose name I can’t remember. Oh! What’s this? Another huge statue of a random ancestor?” As they walk along the large gallery, Santana realizes she knows nothing about the castle. “Maybe this wasn’t a very good idea. I don’t remember anything Rachel told me about the castle and this is kind of boring.”
Quinn giggles and nods her head. “I thought maybe you had no idea what was going on. Especially when we took that wrong turn and ended up in that broom closet.”
Santana flushes. “No way. That was totally on purpose. I told you I needed those gloves!”
Quinn smiles and replies, “Sure you did. So what are we going to do instead?”
Santana thinks for a second. “Oh! I have the best idea! But can we go to the kitchen first? I’m starving.”
Quinn laughs. “We just ate! You’re such a pig.”
Santana gasps. “I am not! I just like eating.” The smirk Quinn gives in return makes her gulp.
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“So what do you think of our soldiers Noah? I believe that they have the tendency to be sloppy and uncoordinated, but Generals Chang and Rutherford have done a good job training them since the horrible raids two years ago. Of course they had help. I can’t even count the number of hours I spent writing out military strategies that after taught, benefitted the army immensely.” Rachel chattered endlessly as she and Puck wandered away from the training grounds. They had spent the last two hours touring the barracks and Puck was surprised and pleased that he didn’t want to rip his hair out. She wasn’t as bad as she’d seemed.
“Your army is in pretty good form from what I see. They need a bit of polishing, but they’d do well in a fair fight.” He rubs a hand over his shaved head.
Rachel grins. “But would we survive in a fight with the almighty Crusaders?”
Puck barks out a laugh. “Who said the Crusaders fought fair?” His forehead creased and a worried frown appeared on his face. But in the next second, it was gone, replaced by a smirk. “So what do you think Santana and Quinn are up to?”
Rachel glances down at the clipboard clasped to her chest. “Well by now they should be in Royal Gallery #3. We could meet them if you like?”
Puck shakes his head. “No. It would be good for them to spend some time together.”
“Exactly! I’m glad to see someone else sees the benefits of such a relationship! If the daughters of our two powerful kingdoms were involved with each other, that would be extremely beneficial to our peace treaty. And…I think they could make each other very happy.”
Puck’s smile looks awkward compared to his normal smirk, but Rachel has to admit she finds it just as attractive. He nods and says, “I’m glad we want the same thing.”
Rachel smiles and the begin walking in a random direction. “You should be glad. You would not want me as an enemy.”
“I’m sure I wouldn’t.”
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“Santana Lopez! You get back here this instant! Where are you taking all that food?” Head Chef Sylvester bellows from the back door of the kitchens. She is waving a rolling pin high in the air.
Santana and Quinn run at full speed, away from the kitchens. Their arms are filled with bundles of food. Their laughter echoes throughout the nearby mountains. Santana leads them toward the palace stables. “Israel! Where are you hiding? I brought you something!” She tosses one of the bundles at the short, curly-haired stable boy.
He stares at her with his beady, suspicious eyes. “Why are you being so nice to me? Are these poisoned?”
“What? No! I would never do that to you…buddy? Okay fine. I need a favor.” Santana glances at an amused Quinn. “If Rachel comes out here looking for me, I need you to tell her you didn’t see us.”
“Hmm. Why should I? All you’ve ever done for me is separate me and my one true love.”
“Ugh. Never mind. Can you just saddle up my horses?” Santana waves him away.
Quinn interjects. “Umm…I actually can’t ride.”
Santana gapes at her. “You can’t ride? How did you get here?”
Quinn bashfully answers, “I had a carriage.”
“Of course. Well it doesn’t matter; you can just ride with me. Israel! Just one horse!” Santana smirks when she hears a groan from inside the stable.
Soon, he’s leading out a beautiful black stallion that seems to tower over them. Santana wraps her arms around its neck and presses a kiss to its muzzle. “Heya boy.” She ties their bundles to his saddle and swings herself onto his back. She extends her hand towards Quinn. “Come on.” Seeing her hesitation, Santana smiles. “Hey. Don’t worry, I’m a good rider.” When Quinn steps forward, Santana swings her up behind her. “Hold on tight.” As soon as Quinn has her arms locked around Santana’s waist, Santana kicks and the horse rockets off.
As they gallop towards the forest, Quinn shrieks and Santana laughs.