Santana walked back through the house ignoring the cameras that started to follow her the second she entered the door. She made her way to Rachel's office where she knew her diva would be. She smiled at the camera before closing the door in the camera man's face. Rachel looked up from her papers and began to laugh.

"San, I think that closing them out kind of negates the whole purpose of a reality show," Rachel commented. "Besides, I think that all the rooms are wired now except for the bathrooms and closets."

"They can blow me. If I want some privacy, then I gets my privacy," Santana said slumping into the chair across from her friend.

"Did she talk to you?" Rachel asked not able to contain herself any longer.

"Yeah, she did. Of all the girls in the world, you had to fall in love with this one," Santana commented.

"What do you mean?"

"She's just freaking about all the attention and is worried about our safety, as in ours not hers. Anyways, so I hired a few more guys from Bruce for the trip up to the tour. She better have settled down by then or she will need security from me," Santana finished with a smirk.

"San, she's being sweet and wonderful like always. That was good of you to play to her worries that way. We have dealt with stalkers and all sorts of crazies while we have been in the spotlight, she will get used to it," Rachel said turning back to her paperwork with a false sense of security.

Santana got to her feet and reached for the door. "No unnecessary risks for a while though okay? I know you hate the bodyguards and such, but you need to go along with this too, Berry."

"Scouts honor," Rachel replied with a smile holding up her fingers in a mock salute.

"I mean it. Not everyone in this world is as excited for high profile lesbian weddings. We are filming so the whole world is going to see it anyways, so try to follow my lead on this one okay?" Santana asked again with more urgency.

"Okay," Rachel said more than a little confused. "What's going on, San? Is there a viable threat that you aren't telling me about?"

"Everything's fine. Your woman just got to me," Santana said in a half truth. She hated lying to her best friend, but without an actual bad guy to point a finger at or at least verification on the story, she wasn't about to let Rachel go into worried diva mode with no exit strategy.

"Alright," Rachel relented. "Britts was looking for you by the way. She said something about no more pants and revenge is hers and I lost focus after that."

"See you aren't the only one with a confusing blonde fiancé," Santana said as she exited the door and all but ran into a waiting cameraman. "Jesus, stalk much?!"

The fired up Latina gave the camera man a death glare before stomping away without being followed. Making sure she hadn't been followed, Santana pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Satan, what can I do for you?" a male voice called out from the other end of the line.

"Puck, we may have a problem and I need some information and I need you to be discrete. No one hears anything about this until I tell you it's okay. This is non negotiable and if you break my trust we will be completely done and that's not just me, everyone," Santana warned.

"Whoa, Santana what's going on?" Puck asked.

"Do we have an understanding?" Santana redirected.

"Hey, we go back to the sandbox days. Your secret dies with me."

"I need you to dig up as much information as you can on Charlotte Quinn Anderson and the deaths of her parents and her brother Blaine," Santana said.

"You got it. Are we looking fast or are we looking accurate?" Puck asked.

"Both," Santana said as she hung up her phone and headed towards her bedroom where she knew Brittany would be waiting for her.

The days leading up to their departure were blissfully uneventful, as long as you don't count the ever multiplying cameras and technicians. Quinn found herself relaxing in spite of the intrusion into her life. True to her word, Santana had beefed up security. She felt safe, and knew that Rachel was safe, even though the tiny diva did find joy in eluding her security detail on any and most occasions.

"Rachel!" Santana yelled as she walked through the door slamming it in the face of her ever present camera man.

"Office," Brittany offered giving her fuming Latina a quick kiss. "Play nice, San."

Santana tried to keep her angered fueled as she walked up to Rachel's office and unceremoniously threw open the door. Rachel did not look up from her spot behind her desk, but Quinn jumped from her spot standing by the window.

"Jesus, Santana!" Quinn yelled.

Rachel simply held up a single finger halting Santana in her tracks. Her best friend had virtually stomped her fire with a single finger. Santana shook her head and slumped into her favorite chair. It was then that she noticed the tiny diva was on the phone.

"Who's she talking to, Q?" Santana asked.

"One of the producers came to her with a song that the label wants recorded before the tour which means…"

"We don't leave tonight," Santana finished.

"Right," Quinn answered.

"No the song is amazing, but it's not one that honestly suits me. It needs a grittier sound that just isn't me." Rachel was silent for a minute. "Yeah I agree, Joel, she is a better choice. That is an interesting idea and I would be on board. We will meet you at the studio." Rachel pauses for another moment. "Trust me, she will do it. Bye Joel."

"So which one of us just got signed up to do your cast off?" Santana asked rolling her eyes.

"Actually, you, but Quinn and I are going to sing back up on it. Trust me, this is going to be your signature song, Santana," Rachel said standing and pulling Quinn into her arms.

"Fine, whatever, "Santana said before remembering why she was there. "Rachel, what the hell? You promised me no funny business and you still can't seem to let the bodyguards do their job," Santana said shooting a death glare at Quinn.

"Well, they obviously aren't that good then are they?" Rachel countered.

Santana lifted a single brow, "So you want me to put hose three nice boys out of work so they can't feed their families?"
"Low blow, Satan. Fine, no more giving them the slip," Rachel promised again.

Santana was about to call BS when there was a knock at the door. The head of their security came into the office and started to fidget under Santana' gaze. Santana shook her head in wonder and then told him to spit it out.

"All of your tires were just slashed or they had to have been slashed. 3 of the 4 cars sustained damaged in the last half hour," he finished.

"Well, that's not the best of things now is it? How did this happen?" Santana asked trying to keep her cool.

"Someone cut the fence and the power to that camera before coming into the yard, but there was something off. Whoever did it left a message on one of the cars that just said "Hello, Charlotte." He said.

Santana's head whipped around and she locked her gaze on Quinn who had gone white as a sheet. "He found me," she whispered before everything went black.

A/N: I am so sorry for the long delay! What can I say, life happens. Once again, reviews are much appreciated and help me to stay a bit focused.