I Don't Believe In Fairytales

*AU. Magic, royalty, romance, friendship etc. This one is Sam's POV

I had been awake for many hours. I couldn't stop thinking about her. Quinn was beautiful. She was kind, and it seemed as though she was smart. I truly felt bad for her as I tended to her wounds. This happened to her, everyday.

Somehow I needed to stop it. I don't know how, yet, but I will find a way. She doesn't deserve it. None of them do.

As I walked down to breakfast, I tried to think of a way to persuade my father to stop the beatings, period. He was really an awful man, and I'm not afraid to admit it.

I walked into the dining room and saw Tina, Mercedes, Brittany, Santana, and Quinn standing in a straight line. Quinn looked, broken. Her face was stained with tears and her eyes were red and puffy. And the other four kept glancing at her with concern written on their faces. What was going on?

Then my Father and Marcus walked in. Quinn stiffened and kept her gaze on the floor. So it had to do with Marcus.

"Chairs!" My father barked. Santana and Tina stepped out of the straight line and helped us. Santana helped me and she slipped a piece of paper onto my lap.

I looked up at her and she gave me a look. I nodded and pushed myself closer to the table.

Luckily, Marcus had decided to sit down next to Father so he wouldn't see the note either.

I put some food on my plate and unfolded the note at the same time so it wouldn't make a lot of sound. I looked down at my lap and stared at the note.

Come to our room after you're done.

I looked up at Santana and nodded then shoved the note into my pocket.

"Is that all, you're majesty?" Tina curtseyed

"Leave" He said sternly and they all obeyed quickly, not wanting to get in trouble.

I ate as quickly as possible, but trying not to be too fast, in fear of striking questions in Father and Marcus.

"May I be excused?"

"Yes," Father replied. I stood up and exited the room, walking toward the Servant's room.

I knocked on the closed door, and it flung open. Santana pulled me into the room and sat me on Quinn's bed.

"We have to hurry up and tell you this!" Mercedes said softly


"Because it's about Quinn and she's in the shower"


"Marcus came in when we were making breakfast, and he said something to her" Santana sighed. "We don't know what. But it must have been bad, because she collapsed to the floor and started to cry. She told us that she couldn't tell us what he said, or else he would hurt her more"

"She's been crying since" Brittany said

"What do you want me to do?"

"Well, she did tell us that she had to go at 8 tonight. We were thinking that you could stop Marcus from doing whatever he's planning on doing to her." Tina explained

"So you have no idea what he's going to do?"

"Well, I have a theory that he's going to rape her, because he was planning on doing that last night, but I was there" Santana stated

"Quinn's fragile" Mercedes said "She's really guarded too. We don't even know that much. All we know is that her dad put her here and her mother died"

I nodded. I had to find out what Marcus was going to do. I just had to.

"Do you think it will be in the normal room?"

"It should be" Tina said "I don't know why it wouldn't"

"Okay, I'll try my hardest to stop him"

"Thank you, Sam" Britt smiled. I smiled back and then the next thing she said shocked me "You know Quinn has a crush on you, right?"

"Britt!" The other 3 exclaimed in unison.

"Sh-she does?" I stutter

"Yeah, she does" Brittany grinned "I really hope you like her back because you guys would be like Barbie and Ken" She giggled

"I just met her"

"But do you find yourself attracted to her?" Santana asked

"Well, yeah, she's beautiful, but I barely know her"

"How about after you 'save her' tonight, you take her to your room and just get to know her" Mercedes suggested

"It depends on what happens to her with Marcus"

Suddenly the water shut off in the bathroom.

"Don't tell her we told you this! Just act like you were visiting!" Santana whispered quickly. I nodded in response

She came out about 5 minutes later. She was dressed in her normal outfit and her hair was wet.

"Oh" She looked startled when she saw me "Hello, Sam"

"Hello Quinn" I stood up and walked over to the door. "I should get going. I'll see you ladies later"

I left the room and went to my own room, waiting until 8pm arrived.


I must have drifted off to sleep, because my eyes flew open and I was on my bed. I looked at the time and scrambled to get up.

It was !

I ran out of my room and through the hallways. As I got closer I heard a muffled scream. That made me quicken my pace. Soon, I could see the door of the 'Beating Room' I sprinted forward and tried opening the door. It was locked.

I could hear Quinn. She was sobbing quietly. I shoved myself against the door over and over again. Finally, Marcus opened the door.

"What are you doing here, your highness?" I looked over his shoulder and I saw Quinn tied down to a bed and she was only in her bra and underwear and her mouth was covered with duck tape. I looked back Marcus and he was smirking.

"What are you doing with her?"

"Punishing her"

"I demand you let her go"

"I'm afraid I can't do that. I was told by your father that I was meant to do something to her each day! I just decided to rape her today"

I clenched my fists and took a step towards him. "Let her go" I growled

"With all due respect, no, sir"

"You have to!"

"No I don't, you're only the Prince, and the King is in charge of me"

"Well…" Then it clicked. "You would have to let her go if I said she was going to be my bride" I saw Quinn's eyes widen.

Marcus' eyes flashed with worry "But your majesty, you don't want her! Look how awful she is!"

"I do want her, actually. I think she is beautiful" I smiled at Quinn and I saw her face redden slightly.

"Of course, sir. You may have her" Marcus walked over to her and untied her. He then threw her clothes at her. I turned away as she put them on. I am a gentleman you know.

Once she was done, she walked up to me and we walked out of the room and we started to walk to my room.

Once we were far away from the room, she stopped. "What's wrong?"

"How could you just claim me as your bride like that?"

"I was stopping him from raping you"

"That's happened to me before, I could handle myself!"

"I was saving you from more than just that. If you're my bride, they can't lay one hand on you or they'll be banished from this kingdom!" I exclaimed

"But, my dad told them-"

"Doesn't matter, they can't touch you"

She looked up at me with vulnerability. "Thank you"

"You're welcome" We started to walk again.

"Is that the only reason why you picked me?"

"Well, it was the major reason. But I also think you are quite beautiful and you're incredibly nice"

"But, you could have any girl and you chose-"

"You" I finished "I know, I could. But I'd rather have you be safe then have one of those girls"

She smiled slightly. By now, we were in front of my room. "Why are we here?"

"Might as well get to know each other" I opened the door and she walked in and I followed, shutting the door behind me

"It's huge" She gasped as she looked around.

"I know. I actually hate the size of the room"

"Too small for ya?" She teased.

I laughed "No, it's way too big"

She walked over to my bed and sat down. "This is so comfortable"

I laughed and then sat beside her. "So wanna play 20 questions?"

"Sure" She smiled

"Favorite color?"

"Yellow" She responded "Favorite animal"


"You can't respond with a question!" Quinn teased and I laughed again


"You should be" She giggled

"Okay, my turn…"

We went on for a while until we both had 2 questions left. I had figured out her birthday (February 13), her favorite movie (Sound of Music), her hobby (singing), and a lot of other things.

"Okay, so when I was in your guys' room this morning, Brittany might have said something"

She groaned "What did she say?"

"It has something to do with Barbie and Ken" I gave her a look and her eyes widened

"She didn't!"

"Oh I think she did!"

"I swear, I'm not a stalker, or something! I didn't say I liked you! I just said that you were attractive!"

I laughed "It's fine. I don't really care. I find you attractive too"


"Yeah, did you not here me when I called you beautiful earlier tonight"

She blushed "I figured you were just saying that"

I shook my head. "I wouldn't just say something like that" I smiled and she smiled back.

"So, why did you want to save me so badly?"

"I've seen girls die here" She went pale and I placed a hand on her shoulder "I wouldn't let anything like that happen again. Especially someone who doesn't deserve any of the beatings"

"Thank you" She looked down "You're turn she said softly"

"What did you mean when you said that 'it has happened before and you could handle yourself?'

She drew in a shaky breath "My ex r-raped me a couple years ago" I saw her eyes flood with tears. "I thought I loved him. We had broken up, but got back together and then a week later, he just attacked me. I told him I wanted to wait. I wanted to stay pure. But he took it from here"

I brought her close to me, hugging her tightly, stroking her head in comfort. "Have you ever told anybody about this?"

"No, nobody. Not even my best friend that I had before I came here. I didn't want to. I thought people would call me a slut. I didn't want that"

"You got raped! That's not your fault"

"Yes. I-it is, I didn't give him what he wanted, so he took it" She sniffled

"Quinn, you didn't deserve it. It's not your fault"

She continued to sob and I held her. I felt instantly bad for her. She had already had a horrible life to begin with, and then she got sent here.

There was no doubt in my mind, I'm going to help her no matter what my father says.