Under Covers

Author: Steppenwolf_20

Fandom: Glee AU, with aspects of canon

Setting: this starts off shortly before the beginning of season 3, but Quinn and Santana did not attend McKinley High.

Spoiler: Season 3

Pairing: Faberry, Brittana, Quinntana, minor Rachel/Finn, Santana/Puck, Quinn/Puck,

Rating: NC-17 overall

Additional warnings: There are lesbians in this. And sex. And sex between those lesbians. And a little violence.

Wordcount: 343

Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.

Summary: Going back to high school is hard, but going back in a wheelchair is even harder. But in order to catch a killer at McKinley High Quinn and Santana are willing to do it. Will they find the killer? Or will they find something else?

Authors note: I am aware that I'm bending the boundaries for police work here. A 21 year old cop would probably never go undercover, and I guess one doesn't simply lend his cops to another state. That would be work for the FBI. So don't sue me and just play along.

AN2: I plan on posting 1 chapter per week, I'm a few chapters ahead, so updates should be regularly.

Thanks to: apison for for doing the beta on this without even knowing me; to yellowsmurf6 for answering all my stupid questions about police work and stuff, and to MJ for listening to my crazy ideas and offering additional input.

The prologue is really short, the next chapters will be longer.

Prologue

Quinn moved cautiously through the dark, empty hallways of McKinley High. Her gun was tucked safely beside her, within reach should she need to get to it quickly. Since Graduation had been yesterday, there was really no reason for her to be here. She should be out celebrating with friends and family and looking forward to the future, but she had more important things to do. She had to get to the auditorium, to Rachel, and nothing was going to stop her. She had to make sure Rachel would have a long and fulfilled life-that she would live out her dreams, even if it was the last thing she ever did.

These thoughts were circling in her head as she reached the auditorium door and squeezed through as quietly as possible. Her eyes went immediately to center stage, and there she was in the spotlight, as usual. But instead of Rachel's beautiful, warm voice washing over her, there was complete silence. How Quinn wished she could hear that voice just one more time. Hear her belt out a song at the top of her lungs, or croon a ballad that would send chills down her spine. Or maybe just some whispered words in her ear...anything at all. But that wasn't going to happen. There was duct tape over Rachel's mouth and her eyes were wide with fear. Tears were rolling down her face and she was shaking, despite being secured to the chair by her wrists and ankles.

Every cruel detail was clearly visible in the harsh spotlight. Quinn noticed another person just out of the light, but couldn't recognize him, or her? She did, however, recognize the shape of a 9mm pistol pointed at Rachel's head. Hear heart stopped and fear threatened to overcome her senses. This was her worst nightmare come true. She was frozen. Suddenly, a shot rang out, echoing chillingly around the empty auditorium.

"Rachel, No!"

She felt sick and helpless as she watched the blood beginning to pool on the stage. There was so much blood...

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