She tapped her foot and fiddled with her fork as she waited for Santana who was already late for their date. Rachel had been giving vocal lessons and Santana had gone to work as a substitute teacher, and even though their schedules were not too conflicting they still liked to plan out date nights. Recently Santana had been showing up late and coming home later; she said it was because she was now a maternity leave sub but Rachel wasn't convinced. The waiter had come by a second time asking Rachel if she was ready to order, and she was about to say yes but then Santana finally showed up.

"I am so sorry Rachel. I just had trouble finding the place." Santana began to say, but Rachel was still less than thrilled.

"It's fine." Rachel lied.

"Are you sure?" Santana asked, "Because I understand I haven't been the best at showing up to our dates on time, and have been coming home later."

"You came home at midnight last night, and the night before that you came home at ten." Rachel said looking down at her menu.

"I told you I was-"

"You were at the school. Yes well that would be fine, but the school closes at nine and you hate working there anyways. Is it another woman?"

"What no of course not! After all we've been through how could I ever leave you?"

"Are you guys ready to order?" The waiter asked intruding on their conversation.

"I'll have the steak." Santana said without looking at the menu.

"I'll have the soup and salad special." Rachel told him, and the waiter walked off.

"So why are you staying so late then?" Rachel asked again.

"You look really nice tonight." Santana said trying to turn the conversation around.

"Santana I rarely curse but this is one of those occasions where I must say, why the fuck have you been coming home so late and where the fuck have you been?" Rachel growled. I am in the fucking doghouse. I knew it was only a matter of time... Why does Rachel have to worry about everything all the time, and it's not like telling her this is going to make her worry any less. Santana thought to herself as she took in a deep breath.

"I can't get access to the money." Santan's voice got even quiter, "Q's money." Rachel's jaw dropped. "It happened last week I was going to withdraw some cash and the thing wouldn't take, and when I finally did figure out how to get access there was only five hundred dollars in it. I've been doing some hustling in the city which is about a 30 minute drive one way."

"Okay well my bank account isn't frozen, why didn't you just tell me?"

"There is something else... When I was figuring out how to get access to it I called Kurt. He told me he didn't know anything about the bank account, but he did some digging around with Quinn's old files and figured it out. The pin number had changed to the date she had killed herself."

"So what are you saying Quinn is back to haunt us?"

"No, what I am saying is there is probably someone out there who is making sure we do as Quinn would have wanted us to do. She wanted us to get revenge on the guys who attacked me. I don't know why, but I know she did."

"It just seems odd that Quinn would want us to get revenge on someone else, especially after what we did to her." Rachel said after a long moment of silence, "I think we should get back at them."

"Why? I mean I forgave them for what they did a long time ago; the anger wasn't good for me." Santana said. The food came and the two of them changed the subject for a while. Rachel brought it back up as the check came to them.

"When exactly did you forgive them?" She asked Santana.

"The day you showed up to my cell. Before then I was taking advantage of the other girls, and starting fights and just causing trouble. I felt like I had this right to hurt other after what had happened to me, and people just didn't understand. When you showed up you were pissed at Quinn, but that was it. You were open with me, and you were kind hearted. And one day I had this revelation that by letting go to everyone who had hurt me, I could start to enjoy the one's who are there to stand by me." Santana said squeezing Rachel's hand. Rachel paid for the meal and they started heading towards their cars.

"You know Santana you could at least swing by to see where the guys who hurt you are now. I mean, they think you're dead so you could just pull off some fake persona of being an old friend or something." Rachel said opening her car door.

"What's odd is I think that there is a different reason for why Quinn would want me to get revenge on these guys. Even if it isn't Quinn I just have this strange feeling about them, like they still deserve it." Santana said.

"Well I feel like you deserve to be spanked when we get home." Rachel said smiling and then sped off.

"Oh fuck yeah." Santana said under her breath and followed right behind her.