Suspended
Santana had to be strong. She had to hold it together. Her kids were there. She had to set an example.
A noise like the air being slowly let out of a balloon filled the car.
Rachel flicked her knee. "It's not funny, Santana!"
She couldn't hold it in anymore. She burst out laughing. "A fucking guillotine?"
"Yes, what on earth made the two of you think that was a good idea?" Quinn asked.
"It wasn't like it was a life-sized one!" Ares insisted.
"And it was totally relevant to my chosen period of history," Ava huffed.
"How did you manage to make a guillotine without us knowing?" Rachel asked.
"Oh, that's what we were doing when we visited Uncle Dave last weekend."
"I'll be giving him a call tonight," Rachel grumbled.