I Don't Believe In Fairytales

*AU. Magic, royalty, romance, friendship etc. Back to Quinn's POV :)

I was now walking back to my bedroom. It was now about 10 pm and it had been an eventful two hours.

I had been brought down to the 'Beating Room' and I was tied to a bed. Marcus then started to take my clothes off. I had flashbacks overwhelming me and I kept seeing Finn staring down at me, laughing.

But when Sam came in, I instantly felt…safe.

Then he told Marcus that he was choosing me for a bride and he took me to his bedroom…and we just talked. It was nice, until the end.

I know that Sam hadn't known. How could he? I had never told anyone. I didn't blame him; I blame myself for keeping it bottled up.

Then he told me he was going to do anything to keep me safe. Which meant he was serious about the marriage proposal. I accepted, knowing I would be safe and I would end up being sold to some dirty old man if I didn't. And it also helped that I have a tiny crush on Sam (Thanks a lot Britt).

What was I supposed to tell the others when I got back? That I was now engaged. That I wouldn't be beaten again, but they probably would.

This was going to suck!

As I opened the door softly and slipped in then shut it, I saw the lights all flicked on and I had 4 pairs of eyes on me.

"You didn't have to wait up for me" I walked over to my dresser and pulled out my pajamas. I put them on (Does it matter? We're all girls here) and then lay on my bed.

"What the hell happened, Q?"

"You've been gone for 2 hours!" Mercedes exclaimed.

I then started to tell them the story, leaving out the part where I spilled my secrets to Sam, and by the end, their jaws were dropped.

"So, you and Trouty Mouth are engaged?"

I nodded slowly and Brittany aww'd "I was totally wrong! Ken would never do something that nice to Barbie. I mean who would? She's a slut!"

We all laughed "Wait, how is he gonna tell the king?" Tina asked and we all went silent

"I don't know. We didn't talk about that"

"It's not going to end well, I can tell you that!" Santana exclaimed

"I know. I feel bad. He's doing this just to keep me safe" They all awww'ed again. I rolled my eyes "Come on guys, I'm tired plus we have to get up early tomorrow"

Someone shut off the lights and I was soon fast asleep.


I had woken up a little late, but I had a good reason. That was the best night's sleep I've gotten since I've gotten to this hell hole!

Marcus came into the kitchen, but he said nothing to me, he simply glared. I would've glared back, but I didn't want to push my luck.

The door swished open again, I was expecting to see Marcus, but I was happy to say that it was Sam. I threw him a small smile. I had asked him to keep my secret, and he agreed. He smiled back and I went back to work.

"Morning ladies" He nodded at us.

"What up, Froggy Lips?"

"Nothing Santana" He chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"Why are you here?" Tina asked

"I came to tell you that there will be a new servant. Apparently both her parents died so she was sent here"

"That's awful!" I stated. That poor girl.

"I know. She'll be introduced during breakfast"


Before I knew it we were standing against the wall in the dining room. Sam and I had been exchanging glances. His were full of worry and concern; mine were full of happiness and worry at the same time. I was happy because I knew I was safe. But I was worried that Sam was only doing this because he wanted me safe.

"Send her in" The king broke me out of my thoughts.

A tiny girl walked in. She looked like my age, but she was just skinny and short. Her hair was chestnut brown and it covered her face as she looked down.

"Look up, slave!" The king demanded. Her head snapped up in fear and my breath caught in my throat.

It was Rachel! I gasped softly, but it seems as though everyone heard it because I felt several pairs of eyes on me while my own were locked with Rachel's.

Her's were now happier. But then again, anything would make her happier. Her parents just died for crying out loud!

The King ignored my gasp and looked at her. "You will obey the guards, my son, Prince Samuel and me" His eyes were cold and harsh "Got it?"

Tears slipped down her face and nodded quickly. I wanted to run over and hug her. She was my best friend and she was sent here after her parents died. I felt so bad for her.

"Go stand over there!" He pointed toward the empty space next to me. I offered her a smile and she tried to smile back. She stood beside me and I rubbed her back in comfort, like I used to do when she had boy drama or family drama.

"Father, I need to talk to you about something" Sam said. But right after that, Rachel collapsed to the ground, crying.

I immediately sunk down beside her, hugging her tightly. She sobbed onto my shoulder but then suddenly, I was pulled away.

"Get off of her! She doesn't deserve comfort!" Marcus growled

"Let me go! That's my best friend"

At this comment, everyone turned towards me. Sam was now standing and Santana's jaw was to the floor.

"Marcus let her go!"

"No, do not listen to her, Marcus! Take her to the beating room" My eyes went wide and so did Sam's.

"You can't do that!" He barked "She's my fiancée! I demand you put her down this instant!" Marcus dropped me and I fell with a thud.

"What did you just say?" The king hissed

"I'm taking Quinn as my bride"

"You can't do that!" The King roared

"Yes, I can. You never said that my soon to be wife had to be royal" Sam retorted

"Why would you want to give your life to…that" He gestured to me and I rolled my eyes and helped Rachel up and hugged her tightly.

"Because she's beautiful and sweet, and most importantly, she's in danger, and I need to save her"

"From what?" The King asked

Sam slammed his fists down on the table "Are you serious? She's miserable! They all are! You beat them! You beat Quinn everyday because her dad told you to! You are awful people! I cannot believe that I'm your son! I know mom would never have let this happen! I know she's ashamed of you, because I am too!"

This obviously got to the King and he stood as well, tipping his chair over in the process

"How dare you bring your mother into this?" He hissed. "Slaves leave!" he growled "You can't see this!"

We started to walk, but Sam stopped us. "Stay, I want you all to see how much of a coward my father is"

The King's face was beat red. I walked over to Sam and placed my hand on his bicep. His head snapped toward me, his eyes fierce. I backed away and his eyes softened.

"Calm down" I say softly. I know I didn't know him that well, but I needed to help him

He stared at me, and I stared right back, praying he wouldn't try to make his father angry.

He nodded and I smiled softly. The smile was wiped off my face as I was shoved down to the floor. I let out a gasp as the rough hands shoved me. It had to have been Marcus.

I looked up and my eyes were met with blue ones. A lot like Sam's, but the kindness was wiped away from them. They were filled with coldness, like he was missing something. Then something clicked.

The King wasn't upset with anybody but himself.

I took Sam's hand when he stuck it out to me and he pulled me up. I walked over to the king and looked him in the eye. "I'm sorry"

"W-what?" I have seemed to catch him off guard.

"I'm sorry that you are angry with yourself"

"What the hell are you on about?"Everyone was now looking at me as I calmly spoke to the King.

"I know why you are doing all of this" I paused and his eyes suddenly had a different emotion in them: sadness. "I just figured out why you want to cause others pain"

"And why is that?" He choked out.

"You want everyone else to feel what you feel. But you don't feel it physically; your pain is inside of you"

"Quinn-" I held up my hand to Sam, telling him that I was no longer in danger. I had caught the King's attention.

"How would you know?"

"My mother died when I was 9. My dad went through this as well. He started yelling at me every night, even tried to kill me once. But I don't blame him. I blame his sorrow. I blame what he has been keeping inside him, bottled up until he finally exploded." The King's eyes filled up with tears. "I have also felt the need to keep it bottled up until the right moment, but I know that it will only hurt others." I smiled at him. "I forgive you for what you and your guards have done to me and my friends. I do not blame you at all. You're pain has just overcome you and it has changed you"

"How dare you?" Marcus roared and lunged for me. I felt someone step in front of me, actually two people.

Sam smiled down at me and I smiled back. I looked over to see who was beside him and saw his father standing slightly in front of us.

"You will not harm this girl!" The King shouted. Marcus' eyes went narrow as they focused on me.

"Your highness!" Marcus barked "This is an outrage!"

"No it's not! She's right! These people don't deserve this!"

"Seriously, your majesty?"

The King laughed a harsh laugh. My smile dropped from my face "Of course not! That was sure fun to do though!" Marcus began to laugh as well

"There you go again" I sigh "When are you going to learn that hurting others is cruel. Hurting others for your reasons is even crueler!" I exclaim

He spun around and glared down at me "You little bitch" Sam pushed me behind him

"You know Mom would be disappointed in you if you hurt my fiancée!"

The King stopped and stared down at Sam. "Leave the room" He stated angrily "From now on you may eat with the servants, since your obviously so fond of them"

The King, followed by Marcus, stomped out of the room.

"Why did you do that?" Sam asked me

"Because I know what I'm talking about! You're father is just too stubborn to admit it!" I said to him "He knows I'm right, I know he does. He just doesn't like to be wrong. My dad was just like that"

"Q, I hate to interrupt your little 'Lifetime Moment', but we need to get her to our room" Santana said and pointed at Rachel

"Right" Sam nodded. I walked over to Rach and squatted down beside her.

"Rach, come on, get up, we'll get you to bed" She took my hand that I held up for her, and I helped her up.

"Thank you Q" I smiled softly at her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"Come on"


An hour later, Rach and I were lounging on my bed. Sam and the others were talking in the corner about what had happened with the King.

"How was life after I left?"

"Fine. It was lonely." Rachel responded.

"I'm sorry"

"It's not your fault, it's your dad's"

I smiled at her. "I'm sorry about what happened to your parents"

"It's fine." She sighed softly "I guess it's better to know that they would never put me here"

I smiled at her "I wish you wouldn't have to be here… you don't deserve it"

"Well neither do you"

"Yes, I do" I sighed "I'm an awful person"

"Well for one, Sam's giving up his freedom for me to be safe"

"So, he wasn't lying" She smiled "You two really are getting married"

"Yeah," I sigh again "Then I haven't been honest with anybody really. I hate it. I live with guilt everyday because I didn't tell people after it happened"

"What happened?"

"I'll tell you about it later, I don't want to discuss it right now"