A/N: So TW for murder, nothing really graphic though. Blood is mentioned. A part might come off as racist but that was not intended to be hurtful or anything.
Quinn had two choices.
She could stay. Face the consequences of actions she wasn't quiet sure were her own. Possibly ensuring a life behind bars or worst.
Or she could run. Leaving her love behind without so much as a goodbye. Knowing she would never be able to return.
Her absence when the questions arose would only solidify her part. Condemn her with a punishment to equalize the carnage that was inflicted before her.
It was selfish she thought. As she took in the blood stained walls around her. Too leave this mess behind for someone else to clean.
Her home had always been a pristine one. Judy was the picture perfect house wife. Making sure things were up kept. The surfaces of their once home were free of grime and dust, and were wiped down almost twice a day. The floors smelled of a blend of bleach and various cleaning supplies. It gave off an antiseptic feel. The other housewives were sure to comment on the beautiful home, never plagued with impurities. Appearance had always been important to the Fabray's.
It was barely recognizable now.
And as Quinn ridded her body of blood that wasn't hers, she thought it funny the reaction on her mothers face if she were to see their dwelling now. She couldn't help the small chuckle that arose, echoing all around the eerily silent house. She was sure her mother would find a way to scold her even if the mess had not been entirely her fault. She could picture it now.
"Quinine," she'd chasten. "We must clean this mess before your father comes home. How could you let such a small mess grow so out of control?"
And Quinn scowled so deeply at the thought. The thought of her father returning to a home he hardly deserved and nip picking at all the things wrong. She could practically smell the stench of alcohol from when he spoke his words.
"I come home from a long day of work to this! This mess! I don't think it'd be too much for the woman to keep the home clean! What else do you do? Hmm? What else is it you do all day Quinnie? Surely your not talking to that spic." He'd say, in that all too familiar condescending tone that would have Quinn's hackles rising. Even if she couldn't do anything about it.
She thought it funny that he'd use that word, seeing as how the secretary he would defile in his office was of Latin descent as well. How many of his office romps weren't at all white. Maybe that was justifiable in his mind she thought sardonically.
"Never again." Quinn said hoarsely, as she surveyed the murder scene before her. And as she quietly stole off into the dead of the night, she could only pray for Santana's forgiveness.
"And in other news today, an Ohio couple were found brutally murdered in their home. Police seem to believe that the bodies had been there for at least four days before they were found. Lima police have officially issued a warrant for Quinn Fabray's, the couple's youngest child, arrest."