Chapter 2: The Secret

It's been two weeks since that night. Two weeks of watching Finn having panic attacks in Glee whenever Rachel's name is brought up. He can't even look at me. I don't blame him, but he's a liability. The minute he opens his mouth my life is over. I was so stupid! I should have just waited. Waited to have Berry's blood splash against her own bedroom walls, wait for the warm liquid to splash onto my shirt. If I had just waited everything wouldn't be about to fall apart!

Flashback

It was pouring outside by the time I had stabbed Rachel in her abdomen for who knows how many times when I heard a strangled cry from her bedroom door. There stood Finn freaking Hudson staring at his beloved Rachel Berry's guts (literally). His eyes shot to me then the knife then back to me. He then jetted down the hall way as fast as a clumsy gigantic human could. I snapped out of my state of shock to catch up with him. He had ran out in the pouring rain then stopped and starred at me as if he didn't know who I was. I wish everyone would just stop looking at me like that!

"How could you! She was nothing but nice to you! What happened to you Quinn?" He yelled in my face, his voice filled with hurt and anger.

Tears threatened to spill as I yelled over the howling wind and pounding rain, "I did this for us! She was going to take you away from me! Like she takes everything! She doesn't deserve to take what's mine, not again!"

"So you kill her? You need help Quinn, serious help." I shook my head, stepping forward but he took a step back looking at my shirt. I looked down to see blood soaking my white tank top, the knife still in my hand.

Looking back at Finn, I lifted the knife up, pointing at him, "You were going to leave me! I had no choice. It's your fault she's dead, your fault entirely. You couldn't keep doing this to us, breaking our hearts. So I got rid of her so you have no other option but me. You can finally love me!" I yell. All the sudden my world didn't revolve around this one conversation, I realized were outside where anyone can see and hear this whole thing.

"Just stop talking and help me clean up the evidence. You were right when you said I need serious help. Rachel is stronger than she looks and it took me forever to kill her, which made a huge mess. Since I did all this for you you're going to help and you're not going to say a damn word. I'm smarter than you Finn; I'll tell them it was you. I was just trying to save her but she just kept bleeding!" I started to fake cry.

Without looking at me, jaw clenched, he started to storm into the house. I quickly called after him, "The bleach is under the kitchen sink, you do the kitchen, and I'll clean the room." With that I followed suit. We were done three hours later, two hours to spare before her dads got home.

End of Flashback

Someone slammed my locker shut, almost slamming my hand in the process. I looked over to see an angry Latina. Normally when someone approaches me in such a manner I would make their life a living hell, but this was Santana. She's not as tough as she looks but she can give an ass beating when truly necessarily. Plus, something tells me not to bark back as it seems she knows something.

"What is it San, I'm late for History." I say adjusting my book bag on my shoulder.

"Well Q, after grieving for about one point two seconds over Berry, I realized that you're the only one that would have enough lady balls, besides me of course, to execute her. I mean really Q are you that threatened by those argyle sweaters?" She asks with a smirk and quirked eyebrow.

My heart stopped for a millisecond before the adrenaline kicked in. Was it that obvious? If I say one wrong thing Santana is going to hold this over my head for as long as she can. Before my body made an involuntary twitch of some sort, I arched my eyebrow and smiled. I actually smiled and it hurt.

I gave a small laugh, "Are you out of your mind S? Berry told me to come over that night, but when I got there no one answered. I just assumed she went with her dads and the meeting just slipped her mind. I may have disagreed with Rachel on something's, actually her whole life, but I would never murder someone. It's tacky and I can't risk my parent's reputation over Berry." I finished, my heart beating a thousand miles an hour.

Santana eyed me for a minute before giving me a small smile. I almost breathed a sigh of relief but then she'd know something was up. "You're lying your ass off Fabray. I don't care that you can't seem to remember what really happened that night. I just want in." I almost ran down the hall. What does she mean she wants "in"? I couldn't tell if she was just fishing for a confession or wanting to go on a killing spree, which is so not what I planned. But thinking about it, I had a few ideas…

"E-excuse me?" I stutter.

"Look, Artie has been getting all up in Britt's and I's grills, he needs to back off. I can't put my hate in words when it comes to four eyes. So I say that you and I do something about that." She whispers, leaning in. My heart starts to slow down, and once again I realize that we are in a much too public place to be talking about murdering someone.

I lean in further, our foreheads almost touching. "Meet at my house tonight, don't mention this to anyone. Not even Brittany." I whisper fiercely back before adjusting my book bag and walking toward my History class.


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