Glee

Berry. Office now.

Rachel was nervous, she shouldn't be but she was. She walked down the empty halls of WMHS before reaching her destination. She placed her hands on the cool glass of the door before taking in a deep breath to calm her frantic nerves, and then she pushed the door open.

Mr Figgins looked up from some papers on his desk. His face didn't give anything away as he gestured for her to take a seat. "Miss Berry, do you know why you've been summoned today?" He asked softly.

Rachel maintained eye contact and prayed that her face was neutral as she answered "I don't sir,"

"You've served your country well," Mr Figgins began "You've been one of our best students within this programme, you've never jeopardized your cover which is why it saddens me to say that we have to let you go…" he said trailing off.

Rachel was taken back "Let go? As in…" she couldn't finish the sentence. She'd heard rumours. How previous spies had never been seen or heard from again.

"I'm afraid I can't let you walk out of this place with the knowledge that you have, we've relocated you to a family in England. It's safer for you and best for us too." Mr Figgins explained.

Rachel exhaled, relief flooding through her. She wasn't about to be killed. Thank the heavens. "England?" she asked, it was too far for her liking.

Mr Figgins looked down at his hands which were balled into fists on his desk before looking back at her. "It really does sadden me to let you go but you have a shot at a normal life now," he said before bringing one fist up and opening it up.

Rachel watched curiously as to what he was doing. He blew something into her face, all she saw was blue, she had to close her eyes to stop the stuff from getting in her eyes but she couldn't help inhaling it. Soon she felt dizzy and moments later felt herself drifting off in the chair.

"It was good to know you Agent Berry," she heard a distant voice say just before she was fully asleep.

Quinn looked down at her phone and sighed, no texts or calls or anything from Rachel. She hadn't seen her all day and she was desperate to talk to the brunette. She'd had a bad feeling all day and not seeing the short brunette seemed to feed that bad feeling which made her take it out on a poor nerd who'd done nothing to provoke her.

She was lingering by her locker hoping to catch Rachel nearer the end of the day when something caught her eye. A blonde haired teenager maybe a year younger than Quinn herself was using Rachel's locker. He put a code in and it opened for him.

Quinn slammed her locker shut making the guy jump. "What do you think you're doing!?" she demanded glaring at him. He looked slightly terrified, she almost felt bad for him.

"I'm… I'm getting something f-from my… my locker," he stammered out.

Quinn crossed her arms and rose her eyebrows at him "This isn't your locker. I know that. You know that. So why don't you tell me the truth about why you're breaking into Rachel Berry's locker." She said to him.

"Rachel Berry?" he asked looking confused "This is my locker. Look." He said as he retrieved a bit of paper from his pocket with a slight shake to his hand before he handed it over.

Quinn snatched the paper from him ready to point out that he was indeed in the wrong and would probably take a bit of pity on him when the locker number matched. "No, there has to have been a mistake here." She muttered to herself as she re-read the paper over and over again.

"I'm sorry about this mix up," he said softly as Quinn took a step away from him feeling a bit light headed.

"No…" Quinn murmured more to herself than to him.

A/N: So this idea hit me as I was walking home and I just had to write it. I'll aim to update when I can but I promise to not keep you waiting for too long.