Title: I Know I'm supposed to Keep This A Secret… But

Summary: Rachel shares a secret with Quinn that doesn't faze Quinn as much as she thought it might.

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Rachel Barbara Berry wasn't just any Jewish girl, she was THE Jewish girl. Daughter of Hiram and Leroy Berry. Better known as the rulers of Holden Heights. Most notably she was the mafia princess of Holden Heights Lima, Ohio. Her family was respected. Well respected. And she was like an untouchable goddess that walked amongst mortals. She had a voice that people say was synonymous with an angel. But she also had a dark side that would rear its head if she ever felt like there was someone to be reminded of their place. But she really was just the sweetest girl.

Which is why it was so shocking when dropped her sweetness to pump a full clip into some worthless bastard who should have learned to keep his hands to himself during meetings. And now she's off to Peroki Island. A witness protection place of sorts for mob affiliates with none other than Quinn Fabray as her escort. Who surprisingly is clueless to the fact that such a sweet killer is in her midst and happens to be her best friend.

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"Rachel, Rachel stop trying to flag down the stewardess!" Quinn hissed as she grabbed Rachel's arm and pulled it down to the armrest.

Rachel huffed indigently, crossing her arms she leaned back in the seat. "I just wanted something to drink." She gritted out through her teeth before focusing on the clouds passing her by.

Quinn looked over at the brunette and rolled her eyes before internally sighing and calling the stewardess. "Can I get some organic apple juice for my friend?" she asked with a polite smile.

A tiny smile worked its way to the diva's face, "Thank you Quinn."

Quinn sighed shaking her head feigning indifference, "No problem Rachel."

Rachel sat back in the chair and began to hum a song from Wicked until Quinn's head turned to lull in her direction a look of impatience gracing her features causing Rachel to drift off and an awkward silence developed.

The stewardess approached with drink and handed it to Rachel but allowed her eyes to linger over an oblivious Quinn. However, Rachel caught sight of the look and issued a terse grin in her direction that surely got the message across since the attendant quickly scurried away.

"You didn't have to do that" Quinn stated with her eyes glued to the newspaper in her hands.

"Do what?" Rachel questioned innocently.

Quinn shot her a knowing look, "Glaring down the stewardess isn't exactly polite airplane manners."

Rachel shrugged nonchalantly, "She shouldn't have been starring."

Quinn just shook her head with a breath chuckle escaping causing Rachel to blush softly. "You really are just too cute when you're jealous Rae." She added with a small smirk.

Rachel tried to look everywhere but at Quinn which was saying much considering she had limited options while on an aircraft.

A thought suddenly struck Quinn causing her to fold her paper down and turn in her seat to face Rachel. "Rachel, why are we going to Peroki Island?"

Rachel looked at Quinn with peaked curiosity, "They didn't tell you?" she wondered aloud.

Quinn sighed, "Clearly not Rae otherwise I wouldn't be asking. So, are you going to tell me or not?"

Rachel looked around to make sure no one was listening in, she leaned in close to Quinn causing her breath to ghost over the shell of Quinn's ear, "I killed a man." She whispered before pulling back and looking at Quinn under a heated gaze.

"Oh. Well that sounds about right." Quinn stated plainly as she sat back and pulled the paper back into reading view.

Rachel just chuckled and leaned back closing her eyes for the remainder of their flight.

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