Acceptance Letters

Quinn couldn’t remember the last time she felt so relaxed. She told herself it was the perfect reward for finally graduating and getting out of Roselle, for finding a submissive she felt compelled enough to collar, and for accomplishing everything she set out to do, including getting into Yale. It was hard for her to choose a favorite place on their trip around the world, though she probably felt the same as Celia, who claimed that each country was her favorite until they reached the next one, which then became her next favorite. Quinn was amused and couldn’t blame Celia for her indecisiveness. 

There was something unique about each country that stuck with Quinn. Germany, by far, was the most diverse country when it came to the arts and music. The very hotel her and Celia were staying at had the option to order a guitar or a keyboard through room service. Just in case a guest was hit with muse during the middle of the night. It was uniquely captivating and Quinn was tempted just to do so, just to say she did. There were worse ways to wake up Celia in the middle of night than by the sound of Quinn brushing up on her piano skills. 

Oddly enough Quinn found the constant bustle of the streets below their balcony window relaxing and she happily decided to join the submissive out there for dinner. It would be their last night and Belin and Quinn wanted to soak in the noise before they moved on to more rural parts of the country. She hoped there would be fireworks like the night before. 

“Day dreaming again, Princess?” Quinn asked as she silently directed the hotel employee to place the tray of food on the balcony table. She placed a small tip in the young man’s hand and thanked him before fully focusing on the blonde at the balcony’s edge. “I figured you’d be hungry after our day out on the town. I’m thinking a night in and a bath together. Would you like that?”

Celia jumped and turned around, her skirt billowing lightly as she hid her phone behind her back as if she had been caught doing something bad. Technically she hadn’t done anything bad, nothing like when she had been watching pornography on accident and Quinn had caught her. Celia didn’t think she had done anything bad but apparently there were rules about it and though she wasn’t really punished, Celia had pouted still because she still wanted to play a bit and maybe try some of the things she had seen in the video. 

She closed her phone and it clicked shut, the screen going dark and she nodded at Quinn’s question. “Yes, Miss.” Her attention was drawn by the dinner that had arrived and she set up the rest of the dishes as she had been doing since they left school. Celia already knew how Quinn took her coffee and what times she liked to eat and how she liked the silverware set up though that should have been no surprise to her; they had come from similar backgrounds and etiquette was everything. 

“Can it be a bubble bath?” She asked curiously, her mind blissfully packing away her previous thoughts in favor of the present conversation. She had always been good at focusing on the smaller things that weren’t unpleasant in favor of forgetting the bigger things that would no doubt cause her distress. 

A Proper Goodbye → Quelia

There wasn’t much Quinn could do, there wasn’t even anything Quinn could really say as Celia moved forward and fell to her knees in front of her mother’s grave. She just secured her spot, looking at the blonde hair that fell down Celia’s back, concentrating on the wind that blew through the golden locks. She tried not to listen in on what she was saying. It felt like a private moment and like she was intruding on it. As much as she wanted to back away and leave the other girl to her moment with her mom, she also didn’t want to disrupt her by moving from where she stood. Just a shift in the grass was sure to distract the submissive from her thoughts, with as quiet as it was, so she stood strong with her hands linked together in front of her body and focused instead on the trees that stood out by the outer gate of the cemetery. 

Her name on Celia’s lips brought her back to reality and she realized that Celia was holding her hand out to her and while she hesitated at first, Quinn stepped forward and took the girls hand, offering a smile as she did so. It was the first since they’d been there that she actually looked down at the tombstone and she felt her heart sink. Even though she didn’t know this woman, she knew how much she meant to Celia and she was saddened by the fact that this was the only way she would be able to meet the older woman. The kind words that Celia spoke about her to her mother caused Quinn’s chest to tighten in affection and it showed by the way she squeezed the other girl’s hand. 

The air around them, despite the wind, felt thick and Quinn wondered if it was just her. Celia’s words, especially about the way she carried her mother in her eyes, hair, and smile and Quinn made a note to appreciate those features more. More than anything she wished that Harrison could get Celia that picture, not only for the girls peace of mind but for her selfish reasons of seeing this woman that meant so much to Celia. 

As soon as the submissive finished off the treat and stood beside her, Quinn was more than ready to go. She rejoined her hand with Celia’s and lead her back to the car. The walk back was a quiet one since Quinn didn’t want to disturb any of the other graves and she remained as so until they exited the cemetery. It was there that Quinn stopped in her tracks so she could turn to Celia and wrap her arms around her. She held the other girl for just longer than a moment before pressing a kiss to her temple. “What do you say to going to one of your favorite restaurants and grabbing a huge steak, hm? If we’re in Colorado, we might as well eat like we’re on a ranch right?” 

Celia felt better by the time they got to the entrance of the cemetery. She hugged Quinn back without a second thought and her smile spread a little wider when Quinn mentioned steak. “I know the best place...” 

With the hardest and most anticipated part of trip over, Celia was free to enjoy what was left of it. She knew she would visit from time to time like she said she would but after today it would be the start of her new life with her new Miss and maybe in saying goodbye to her mother, she had found a way to say goodbye to her old life too. 

A Proper Goodbye → Quelia

As soon as they stepped off the plane in Colorado, Quinn felt like she could finally breathe. The humidity in the air was still thick, but no where as thick as Baton Rouge. The plan was to go and meet Celia’s family at her ranch and sine family only included Mr. Clarington, Quinn was skeptical from the start. Three hours later when they were finally settled at the five star hotel on the outskirts od Denver that lay closest to Celia’s ranch, there were no plans to be made, only acknowledgement that they were there. This left a feeling of frustration within Quinn and while she wanted to demand they be recognized and seen, she could see the look of relief on Celia’s face as she told Quinn and that was enough for the Switch to let it go. Taking her blessings as they came, she settled on allowing Celia to show her around her hometown. 

Quinn wondered why she never set foot in Denver before. The vastness and the architecture kept her attention while they were in downtown but it wasn’t until they left the city to venture out into the more rural parts of Colorado that she saw how the wealthy were living. Ranches that took over hundreds of acres. With the open road being so empty, she was able to capture some stills of the passing views that were surprisingly beautiful. Other snapshots included Celia standing in front of her high school and imitating what she looked like while riding a horse. 

The last stop of the day was probably going to be the hardest and while the sun still hung high in the sky, there was still something about graveyards that made the hairs on Quinn’s arms stand on end. Usually one who didn’t show affection, the Switch grabbed hold of Celia’s hand as they stood in front of her mother’s grave, keeping her mouth closed so she didn’t ruin this moment. She could only imagine the emotions that Celia was feeling. She understood that this was one of those moments where she couldn’t say anything to make her feel better. Just being there was all she could do.

Celia had been a bundle of nerves for most of the trip to Colorado. She knew she needed to acknowledge her father. As much as she didn’t want to, she needed to in order to keep the peace but she was terrified of what she could imagine her father would do. After many more assurances that Quinn was protected, Celia breathed a sigh of relief when all her father said was that he received her voicemail. There were so many things that lay under the simple text. It meant that Celia was free and that she was still a Clarington. She showed Quinn her high school and the horses at the Switch’s urging but there was really only one place she had wanted to visit before leaving her home state once again. 

Usually much more open, it was a stark contrast for Celia to stand blankly in front of the marble that bore her mother’s name. She didn’t feel the urge to cry like she thought she would but she did sort of feel empty. It felt like those dreams where she could see herself and feel the same things her body felt without actually being in her body. Celia knelt in front of the headstone, putting down the flowers she and Quinn had brought. “Hi momma,” she said quietly. “I came to say hi cause I haven’t seen you in a long time. I’m hugging you super hard in my head so I hope you can feel it.” Celia reached forward to play with the petals of one of the flowers. 

“I don’t know if ‘Ary or ‘Unter came to see you yet but they are pretty happy I think. Well... maybe ‘Unter is happier. He has a boyfriend and he’s taking a trip around Europe so I think he’s happier than he was when he was at home. ‘Ary is still sort of sad because his boyfriend left so maybe you could maybe keep him company cause I think he might be lonely. Oh! I brought you something.” Celia reached behind her for her abandoned bag and the small box within it. She withdrew two tartlets, topped with a strawberry each. “They still had some left.” Celia closed the box and put one of the tartlets on top of it and put it in front of the headstone. She ate hers in silence, easily finishing it off in two bites and laughing when the crumbs stuck to her lips. She brushed them away and let them fall into the grass. 

“I know you’re probably wondering who that is.” Celia turned and held out her hand to Quinn, opening and closing her hand a few times to get Quinn a little closer. “This is Miss Quinn, momma. She claimed me.” Celia paused as if she might get a response. A slight breeze blew, relieving some of the humidity. “She’s really nice to me, momma. I love her. You would love her too I think but you would probably hate the way she eats. It’s super proper and stiff sometimes like a robot. I remember you used to tease ‘Ary.” Celia sighed and just stared for a second. “We’re gonna take a trip before Miss Quinn goes to college. She’s gonna go to Yale and she wants me to go to school too.” Celia scrunched her nose. “You can’t miss me too much though okay? Cause I’m still going to visit whenever I get permission to. I should probably write down the stuff I have to tell you for next time so I don’t forget anything.” 

Celia leaned against Quinn, subconsciously showing her comfort with the other girl as she included her and introduced her to her mother. “I didn’t get to hold on to any of your stuff. Daddy kept most of it,” she frowned at that. “I asked ‘Ary for a picture of you if he can find one. We had a good talk after the last time we were here. I told him I was sad cause I wanted to keep some of your stuff. ‘Ary said I was being silly cause I got to keep your eyes and your hair and your smile.” Said smile pulled at Celia’s lips and finally the tears did come. “I’m gonna look in the mirror lots so I can see you and not miss you as much.” 

There wasn’t really much else that Celia had to say after that so she just sat with her weight leaning against Quinn for a while. It took a long time for Celia’s legs to start cramping and she knew they should probably go since she had nothing else to say and her tears had dried on her cheeks. Celia wiped her face and pointed to the tartlet still perched on the pastry box. “Are you gonna eat that?” She asked the silent stone. Celia reached forward and picked up the treat, eating it in another two bites. “Thanks, momma.” Celia dusted off her skirt and stood up after that, waiting for Quinn so they could go. 

Homeward Bound → Quelia

Quinn was caught off guard when the other moved towards her instead of the bathroom, but that didn’t stop her from wrapping her hands around the taller girl’s middle, pulling her even closer to her as she pressed her face into her neck. “I know, I’m tired too and I promise that once we’re done with dinner, we’ll be able to shower and get some sleep. Then tomorrow, it’s just you and me. I’m going to show you around my home town.” Quinn pulled Celia back with her hands around the other girl’s arms and offered a smile. “Now, go get ready. I have to get ready too.” 

Celia still pouted but went to change. She was scraping the bottom of her effort for the day and she tried not to drag her feet but that’s all that really ended up happening. She applied her lipstick and finger combed her hair before going back to Quinn’s room and sitting on her bed. It felt different here. Celia wasn’t entirely comfortable with the level of quiet between her and Quinn but she was much too shy in this new place where Quinn felt instantly comfortable but Celia did not. She followed Quinn downstairs for dinner, suddenly thankful that the flats didn’t make a sound against the floor like heels would have. She took her seat next to Quinn and tried her best not to fidget. 

Homeward Bound → Quelia

It seemed like a lifetime ago since she called this room hers and just as  Celia was doing, Quinn was scanning the room, re-familiarizing herself with her surroundings. Proud of her high school days, Quinn was hardly embarrassed as the submissive pointed out certain photos and even as there was attention brought to the framed picture in the girl’s hand, she simply smiled at the younger version of herself as memories of those days came flooding back to her. “That was my favorite one. There were days when my mother couldn’t get it off of me. But one word from my dad and it was off before he could even finish his sentence.”

Quinn plucked the photo from Celia’s hands and placed it back on the dresser before replacing it with her hands. “How are you doing, Princess? The hard part’s over so now let’s just enjoy ourselves, hm?” Quinn placed a kiss on the girl’s head before moving over to her suitcase, placing it on the bed and opening it so she could sift through the submissive’s dresses. Pulling out a cocktail dress, she handed it over to the other girl and pointed towards her personal bathroom. “Go freshen up. We don’t want to be late for dinner.”

Celia pouted at the dress. She had forgotten what came with living this lifestyle. Living at school meant she was able to eat all three meals in her underwear if she so chose. Most of the time it found her in her sweats and a sweater and it was a luxury that Celia couldn’t believe that she could take advantage of since being on her own. Now, with the dress in hand, she could feel her rigorous manners lessons sliding into place but she fought them, tired and cranky from both travel and the stress of the day. She just wanted to eat and rest; not put on a show all through dinner. 

The pout was the only evidence of her internal struggle. Celia knew how important this was for Quinn and she didn’t want to mess it up for the Switch especially on their first day but she was definitely cranky. Celia held the dress to her chest but instead of walking toward the bathroom she walked toward Quinn, letting their bodies collide and bump as she tried to make herself as small as possible to hide in Quinn’s shoulder. 

Homeward Bound → Quelia

Celia was beautiful, that was no secret, but it was the last thing that swayed Quinn’s decision to claim her and it annoyed her that it was the first thing that her father noticed. Not that it surprised her. Quinn caught sight of her mother passing by the open door of the parlor and without looking away from the submissive who’s hand he was still holding, called the woman in before she was out of earshot. Quickly the other woman joined them and without being prompted to, refilled his glass and placed it in his free hand. 

“Thank you Judy. What do you think of the new asset to the Fabray clan? You’re going to change her last name to Fabray aren’t you?” The last question was directed at Quinn and before she answered, she took the shuffle of his drinking his drink and dropping Celia’s hand to pull her back with her own. 

“We haven’t discussed it yet. But as long as she’s wearing my collar she’s mine, right Daddy? It’s not as if I’m marrying her.” Judy’s input was altogether ignored as Russell let out a boom of laughter before falling back into his chair. 

“No, you’re most certainly not marrying a woman. What country do you think we live in?” The man was obviously drunk and Quinn wished she came sooner in the day. She just didn’t know his drinking had gotten this bad since she’d last been home. 

“Why don’t you two go and get ready for dinner? Hm? It’ll be ready here shortly.” Quinn took that as a cue to leave and she pulled the other girl out of the room before her father could say anything else. Hopefully her mom could get him to sober up a little before dinner. It wasn’t as smooth as she hoped, but it could have been far worse. The initial meeting was always the hardest and the Switch was convinced that it would only get better from there on. Quinn pulled on her bag and watched as Celia did the same. Her room was the first on the right, which was the opposite of Regina’s and as soon as she opened the door, she could feel the sudden rush of nostalgia hit her. 

“Welcome to my old room, Princess.”

Celia’s blue eyes went wide. She liked her last name. She liked it when she could call herself CeCe like her brother’s did. It was a relief when she could sink into Quinn’s side again and she half hid her face against Quinn’s shoulder and instead took a minute to inspect Quinn’s mother without reproach. She had a feeling that the older Fabray knew that Celia was looking but she wasn’t acknowledged so Celia continued to look. She was pretty, Celia decided. Her eyes were really blue like her own and Celia was able to smile to herself that she seemed to share that Fabray quality while Quinn’s eyes were closer in color to her own mother. Quietly and as subtly as she could, Celia tried to mimic how Judy stood. 

Celia frowned at how loud Russell was. It wasn’t an excited loud but more like symbols crashing together like a toddler was playing with them. She was grateful for the escape and followed Quinn up the stairs to her bedroom. The first real smile she had all day finally pulled at her lips when she laid eyes on Quinn’s childhood bedroom. She giggled at some of the photos and pointed to a few of them with knowing and teasing looks as she followed Quinn’s awards and her various potentially embarrassing pictures with friends. “Hee,” she giggled. “Your tutu is cute.” Celia lifted a framed picture of Quinn in her ballerina outfit, grinning like she had just found blackmail gold. 

Homeward Bound → Quelia

Giving Celia’s hand a quick squeeze, Quinn pulled away from the submissive and crossed the room to her father as per his request. His arms were heavy on her shoulders, but she welcomed the embrace regardless. She could couldn’t on one hand the number of hugs she received from him in the last three years and she was going to milk this one as much as she could. The alcohol was strong on his breath and his cheeks had a tinge of pink but it seemed as though his mood was in a good place when he offered her a small smile as they parted from the hug. 

“It’s good to see you and this must be your submissive. Come here, girl.” Quinn ushered the girl over and rested her hand on the small of the taller girl’s back. Quinn stood with her back straight and her head tall as she presented the submissive to her father. She was proud to be in this position and she felt as though she had more of a standing with the Dominant in front of her now that she had a submissive of her own. It was a feeling she wasn’t used to but she owned it and relished in it.

“Daddy, meet Celia, my submissive.” 

Russell took the girl’s hand in his and twirled her around, examining her as if she was a jewel up for appraisal. “She’s certainly pretty.”

Celia’s heart panged again when she saw Quinn hug her father and stepped forward reluctantly. She was definitely more afraid of Quinn’s dad. All she had to go on about what a father should be is what her own father was to her and she certainly wasn’t expecting this man to hug her like his wife had done. The blush came, unwarranted, to her cheeks. It was a compliment still and she said a quiet ‘thank you’ in response, remembering that her looks were her strength. She had been taught as much growing up and now it was both disappointing and relieving to have it be true. 

The skirt of her dress swished around her legs and settled back against her knees when she turned around to face him again, self conscious about her hand in his. She looked to Quinn, trying to figure out what to do and not really wanted to start any sort of conversation for fear of saying the wrong thing. Quinn tolerated her mistakes. It didn’t seem likely that her dad would too. 

Homeward Bound → Quelia

Quinn sighed with relief as she allowed herself to be taken into Judy’s embrace, but she made sure not to take too long, she wanted to get Celia into the house before her father made an appearance. Pulling her mother by the hand, she took the older woman to where Celia was hiding to present her officially. “This is Celia, Mom. My submissive.” The first thing the older blonde did was reach out for her neck, letting her hand trail over the silver collar that covered her neck, flicking the jewel that hung from it. 

“It’s lovely to finally meet you, sweetheart. You’re beautiful, as is this collar. Quinnie.” It didn’t surprise Quinn when tears started to leak from her mother’s eyes nor did it surprise her when she pulled Celia into a hug, even tighter than her own. “I’m so happy for the both of you.” The pride in her mother’s voice caused her heart to swell but she already knew that there was going to be a warm welcome from Judy. “You’re father is inside and he’s excited to see you and to meet your submissive. Come. He’s in the parlor having a drink.” 

Giving a nod, Quinn grabbed Celia’s hand in a grip that would not falter and followed Judy into the house. Their bags were neatly stacked in the foyer by the stairs as they entered into an elaborately decorated house.The ceilings were high in the front part of the house with glass windows that reached all the way to the top, fashioned after the French, a decor that was popular in Louisiana. “Make sure you’re on your best behavior, okay Princess?” Then with that, she lead her past the kitchen and the living room to the back of the house where her father was reading the paper and sipping on his afternoon scotch. 

“Quinnie. Come give Daddy a hug.”

Celia peeked out from her hiding spot, knowing that she shouldn’t hide but still trying to combat her shyness. She held her breath when Judy reached out and touched her collar. The blood rushing in her ears stopped her from hearing anything and she looked to Quinn with wide eyed panic when her mother started crying. She had no idea what she had done to make Quinn’s mother cry and she was pretty sure that was definitely a bad thing but suddenly she was pulled into a hug and Celia was too surprised to do much but hug back. 

She found solace in Quinn’s hand and half hid behind Quinn’s shoulder. For once she was thankful to have to wear the flats that put her on a more equal level with her Miss. She was reluctant to let go of Quinn’s hand when she was called to her father’s side. Celia squeezed her fingers and tried to fight the urge to hide behind the next wall. She fiddled with her fingers in front of her and kept her eyes on the nearest chair with her toe digging into the expensive wood flooring. 

Homeward Bound → Quelia

Quinn had been preparing for the day she left Roselle for months but when the day actually came, she found that she was just as lost as ever. There was an endgame, one that was already in place. An apartment on the outskirts of the Yale campus and she’d already started looking into schools for Celia. Europe was on the agenda, as was a special trip to Disney World, a surprise for Celia, but Quinn decided that before they could get to the fun part of their Summer, it would serve them both well to get through the hard stuff first. The hard stuff including seeing both their families, in Louisiana and in Colorado. 

The Fabray household was first and two weeks after Graduation, Quinn and Celia were flying out of the Allen County Airport and headed straight for Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Despite the nerves that ran through her own veins, Quinn did her best to keep Celia calm, who was beyond anxious about meeting the Switch’s parents. Her mother excited, which was not surprising, but her father was far more unpredictable. 

“I trust you’ll be on your best behavior, submissive. My father is not one to toy with do you understand me?” The taxi had pulled into the driveway of the lavish three story house that sat on the end of cul de sac in quiet suburb of the Garden District of Baton Rouge, the wealthier end. She sighed and even though she was nervous, she was also excited about being home. Three years was a long time to be away, but it was as if nothing changed. Quinn ordered the taxi cab driver to move their bags to the door and followed suit with Celia on her heels. “Just take a deep breath, it’s going to be fine.” Judy was outside before she even reached the door and Quinn welcomed the older woman with open arms. 

Celia, for all her excitement, hadn’t left Quinn’s room for the last part of their school year. She was almost electrified with the idea that she wouldn’t have to see the campus unless they were coming back to visit and even then she hoped that Quinn wouldn’t want to visit any time soon. She knew that she didn’t want to in the least. 

Knowing that they needed to fly out, Celia wasn’t all that excited to go back to Colorado and see her father but she wanted to visit her mother’s grave at the very least. She leaned against Quinn in the taxi ride over, her nervousness making her swallow as her throat seemed to catch against the edge of her collar. The gem that hung from it like a tiny drop of blood pressed against her throat. Celia fidgeted with her collar again, trying to loosen it without asking Quinn for the fourth time to do it for her. She had nearly gotten in trouble for that. 

Celia shrunk in her seat at the way Quinn addressed her, hoping that wasn’t going to be how the entire trip would go. “Yes, Miss,” she mumbled, sinking down further into the plush seat. She followed Quinn from the car and took in the grandeur of the house before her, so much different than the ranch inspired housing of Colorado. She watched Quinn’s mom hug her and felt a twinge of jealousy and an ache of longing. Celia averted her eyes, looking down at her feet and subtly trying to hide behind one of the posts on the veranda. 

Graduation Night → Quelia

Quinn just nodded. She would have been unable to get a word in even if she wanted and it was entertaining to just let Celia ramble on the way she did. Quinn had her own plans for the Summer, ones that included traveling for sure, but also visiting her home in Louisiana as well as Colorado if that worked out for them. The rate at which the other girl starting rambling was the same at which she stopped and she was curious as to why. She didn’t need to ask, however, with what Celia let slip as she pulled herself into the covers and into Quinn’s arms. The Switch tightened her grip and allowed her chin to press into Celia’s shoulder and her lips press to her cheek. “No one can hurt me,” Quinn confirmed, tightening her arms even more so around Celia’s middle. “Don’t you worry, okay?”

Celia settled into Quinn’s arms. She nodded but was sure that Quinn could tell she wasn’t completely convinced. It would be better with time, she was sure. Maybe her father was just bluffing or he would figure that she was Quinn’s problem now. She needed to remember to transfer her money into her own account that didn’t have her father’s name on it. As much as she hated to admit it, Celia liked having money and she wasn’t too happy with the idea of her father trying to use its absence to make her unhappy. “Okay,” Celia whispered, her lips brushing against Quinn’s shoulder as she spoke. Her pointer finger curled around her thin collar, the metal warmed by her skin. “I have a present for you too, Miss. But I’m super comfy. Can I give it to you after we take a nap?”

Graduation Night → Quelia

It didn’t dawn on Quinn how excited she was until she saw that excitement mirrored in Celia’s face. The smile on her face broke out even wider until it was occupied the entire bottom half of it and she shook her head as if trying to calm the submissive down. She attempted to further sooth her by pushing her fingers through her hair and laughed at how incredibly ready the other girl was to leave Roselle behind. “No, it’s not a trick and we’re not leaving just yet. You’ll have plenty of time to pack. Our claim still needs to be approved and we still have to plan out our Summer.” As much as she wanted to take Celia and leave Roselle the next day, Quinn wanted to do this right and with no immediate plans, she was looking forward to being able to relax and really let being in a claim settle in. “For right now, why don’t you join me in the bed? I really just want to hold my submissive.”

“What kind of plans? Can we travel? Paris and Germany are really nice... I can show you my favorite deli in Italy!” Celia didn’t stop herself from fidgeting this time. She rose higher on her knees, her posture almost unable to contain her excitement. “We could go swimming in Greece! The water is so blue... Once when I went with my daddy...” Celia’s eyes dimmed slightly. She hadn’t thought of her father. She would have to tell him and tell him before Miss Roselle announced it. He would be angrier if it didn’t come from her. Celia stopped talking abruptly and climbed into bed and under the covers. “No one can hurt you right?” She had asked the same question before but she needed to be sure. 

Graduation Night → Quelia

With her mood in such high spirits, it was impossible for it to be interrupted and Quinn took the other girl’s playful banter as it was an offered a small smile in return. Quinn clasped the collar around her neck and made sure that it was secure before dropping the collar from her hands. That didn’t stop her fingers from tracing it however and took the silent moment as her chance to really let the moment sink in. Talking about it and actually placing the collar around the girl’s neck were two completely different things and it was such a long process to get there that it hardly felt real. Admiring the way the metal pressed against Celia’s pale skin, Quinn felt an air of relief and a lightness that was indescribable. Celia’s voice broke through her thoughts and she looked back down at the girl in her lap and her fingers pushed their way through blonde tracks of hair that tickled her leg. Quinn nodded and allowed her eyes to catch blue ones as a twinkle of sadness accompanied the happiness that was just there. “But I’ve made a decision about that and I wanted to talk to you about it.” Quinn paused for a moment, rethinking her decision before going on. “Would you be terribly torn up if I took you away from here?”

Celia’s face exploded in a smile for a second before she was able to reign it in and she shook her head. She didn’t trust herself not to shout her answer. Now she was excited. She could feel her sadness leaking from her body as it was replaced with new excitement for travel and companionship. If she could, Celia would be bouncing on the bed but as it was she found herself increasingly fidgety in her place on the floor. “Can I pack my stuff please?” Her eyes darted around Quinn’s room, noticing that not much of Quinn’s stuff had been packed either. “This isn’t a trick right?” Worried blue eyes refocused on Quinn. 

Graduation Night → Quelia

Quinn couldn’t help but give a smile of her own at Celia’s reaction. She nodded and and sighed with contentment as she pulled the silver collar out of the box. She had been staring at it for weeks, but the urge to see it wrapped around the other girl’s neck was far too strong and she almost gave in early and presented it to her long before graduation. “You’re welcome, Princess, and yes. This means you’re mine now.” Pulling her legs away, she pulled open the clasp and motioned for Celia to turn around. “I take it that means you’re accepting my collar and me as your Dominant?” Quinn didn’t need to say he words, this was something they talked about at length and it shouldn’t have been a surprise to either of them that Quinn was presenting her with a collar. But for Quinn’s peace of mind, she just needed to hear the words. 

A small bit of Celia’s mischievousness leaked through despite her sincere smile. “Depends... does that mean I can play with Simba whenever I want?” Celia had the decency to look a little sheepish as she nodded and replied with a quiet yes. She gathered her hair over her shoulder and moved it up and out of the way for Quinn to place the collar around her neck. She thought it would be tight and constricting. Celia had always noticed that her mother’s collar would move when she spoke and when she swallowed and when she was younger she was fascinated with wondering how food ever made it past. The collar held lightly at the base of her neck and just above her collarbone. It was light enough that she almost couldn’t tell it was there. She pressed on it until it made an indent in her skin just in case. Satisfied that it was real and solid, Celia released her hair, letting it fall back over her shoulders as she put her head in Quinn’s lap again. “Do you have to go?” She whispered quietly, her puffs of breath disturbing the fold of Quinn’s dress where it folded in a dip between her thighs. 

Graduation Night → Quelia

Quinn noted right away that Celia was unusually quiet. And it wasn’t just tonight, but the nights leading up to graduation. For Quinn to ask her what was wrong was foolish, the Switch already knew that the somber mood came with Quinn inevitably leaving Roselle and in turn leaving Celia but she refused to think about that when there was so much to celebrate. The end had come quicker than she anticipated and it was sad to think about leaving, even though it was something she’d been wanting for a long time. What made it impossible was when she was in such close proximity to Celia. In the weeks leading up to graduation, her desire to claim Celia only grew with intensity each day and with each scene and with the way things have been going successfully, it was impossible for Quinn not to go out and shop for what would make this arrangement a more permanent one. And in true Fabray fashion, she couldn’t present it on any night. It had to be a big night. A memorable night.

Slowly, she opened the night stand table and pulled out the black box that was sitting inside. It felt heavier than it did on the day she purchased it but she was sure that was about to change. Quinn took the time to really confirm her decision, even though she didn’t need it and pulled Celia’s face up by her chin with a free hand. then without any other words, Quinn hung the box in front of Celia, prompting her to take it. “This is for you, Princess. You may open it.”

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Celia wasn’t as dumb as other people and sometimes she liked to think. She knew what it was. It was too big to be a ring or earrings which meant it was a necklace and she was unable to resist the small smile that tugged at her lips in excitement. She opened it and felt her stomach flip from bottom to top and she flicked the little jewel to watch it move. It was hard to be happy and sad at the same time, she noted.

Celia finally gave in to her urges and leaned heavily against Quinn’s leg. “Thank you,” she said quietly. She lifted the open box and balanced it precariously on Quinn’s knee, pushing it forward and hoping Quinn would take the hint to put it on her. “Does this mean I’m yours now?” Her blue eyes peered up at the other girl from behind the hem of Quinn’s dress. 

Graduation Night → Quelia

Quinn was elated and even though she’d done her fair share of celebrating her accomplishment, there was something that was pulling her back to her suite and the girl that was waiting for her there. After giving her hugs and promising to join the rest of her fellow alumni for lunch the next day, Quinn pulled herself away from the celebrations and made her way back to her room. It was a silly thing to think, but with her time at Roselle coming to a close, she wanted to spend as much time as she could in her suite. Room 431 was home to her for the past three years and while Roselle wasn’t always a pleasant place, her room was. At least for the most part. She hadn’t even started packing it up like the rest of the alumni and she was sure she wasn’t going to be able to until she was ready to leave. And right now she wasn’t quite there yet. 

As she opened the door, Quinn was met with a blonde kneeling at the door and she was impressed that she was found waiting exactly like Quinn asked her to. As she entered, she moved towards the other girl immediately, dropping her gift bags by the door and placing her hand on Celia’s face. “Good girl for waiting for me just like I asked you to.” She gave her a small smile and pointed her head to the bedroom to signify that the submissive follow her. “Tonight’s a big night, Princess.” Quinn moved into her bedroom easily, leaving on her heels for good measure. Besides it complimented her cocktail dress perfectly. Sitting on the bed, Quinn pointed to the floor in front of her with two fingers pressed together.

For the most part in the days leading up to graduation, Celia had stayed out of the way. She didn’t like the implications of what graduation would mean for her with her brother and Quinn leaving. Secretly she would wish that something drastic would happen and graduation would be postponed indefinitely but unfortunately Celia did not possess those powers. She tried to be happy for the people graduating and clapped along at the ceremony and even had a small present waiting for each of her loved ones for when the time was right. It came as a surprise then, that Quinn would summon her to her room but Celia followed the order anyway both eager to spend what remaining time she had with Quinn and dreading the prolonging of a goodbye. 

Celia didn’t reply to Quinn’s rambling. It was odd for both of them. Quinn usually quiet as Celia muttered and mused out loud but Celia couldn’t quite find it in herself to talk when she could concentrate on the uncertainty of her future. She knelt in front of Quinn and waited patiently, trying not to give in to the urge to lean forward and rest her head against Quinn’s lap like she wanted to.