AN: So I decided to continue this story :)
I reread this story and I just noticed the mistakes from the previous chapters. I promise I will correct those as soon as I can.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
SPOILER: (Warning) Character death.
"That is not even a word!"
Quinn, Biff, and Rachel have been playing Scrabble for the past two hours. It's taking them a long time to finish the game because the young assassin is always being accused of making up words.
The petite girl stands up and glares at the two, who has been ganging up on her ever since the game has started. "I'm done with you two!" She exclaimed before stomping upstairs.
Quinn giggles and gives the heir a knowing look. "We shouldn't have pissed her off. Now she's having one of her diva moments!"
"Well, now is your time to follow her to her bedroom and redeem yourself. If you catch my drift," said Biff while wiggling his eyebrows.
The blonde frowns, "Why would I catch your drift?"
The brown-haired boy rolls his eyes, "Never mind. Just go upstairs and console that girl. I don't want to continue playing. I have to take a bath." Biff went to his room and left the secret agent by herself.
Quinn hesitantly went upstairs, still unsure if Rachel would want to talk to her. She softly knocked on the petite brunette's door and called, "Rach?" No answer. "Hey, you know we were just joking, right?" There is still no answer, but before she can knock again, the door slowly opened. She thought this was a sign to enter the room. She knew she was wrong when she realized the other girl is in a heated conversation with someone on the phone- and probably hasn't noticed her presence yet.
"...you can't come here tomorrow morning! I already told you: I have a-" Rachel cut herself off when she saw Quinn standing by the door, the blonde smiling at her sheepishly. "I will call you later." She quickly tucked the phone inside her pocket and raised an eyebrow, looking at the blonde.
"I-Uh, sorry if I interrupted your call. I'll just leave," the young agent said, her eyes downcast as she fiddles with her fingers.
Rachel sighed, "It's okay. I was about to end the conversation anyway." She watched Quinn just stand still. "You know, you can come in. This is basically your room for the night, so..."
Quinn gave her a blinding smile which made the brunette's cold heart thrash wildly. The blonde bounced to where the smaller girl stood and gave her a hug. "I know you've been through a lot of difficulties in your life, so I am sorry if teasing you like I did awhile ago deeply offended you."
"...a lot of difficulties? Wha-" Rachel's eyes widened at the realization. "Biff," she groaned, making the blonde chuckle. "What exactly did my dearest cousin tell you?"
Quinn bit her lip before staring intently at the other girl. "That you had your heart broken by a dozen of... girls before you moved here in Lima," she frowned as she said the last part.
"Really? You actually believed him?" The taller girl gave a small nod. "I'm only sixteen, Quinn. You actually believed him when he told you I've been with a lot of girls? That's just plain ridiculous!" The blonde seemed to falter at her tone. Rachel sighed, "I apologize. I just have a lot on my mind right now, and I shouldn't be letting my frustration out on you."
"So... it's not true? You've, um, never been with anybody?" Quinn mentally face-palmed. And you call yourself a professional defence agent.
Of course, Rachel is not going to tell her about that time when she pretended to be a prostitute as a part of a mission. A ruthless assassin should have nothing to lose every time she is on a mission, so that it could be accomplished no matter what the cost would be. She just shook her head and gave the blonde a small smile. "I've never been in a relationship with anybody."
"Really?"
Rachel shrugged. "I guess people are intimidated by me."
"I'm not," Quinn murmured. She thinks the smaller girl is like a minion from the movie Despicable Me, and she would hug the hell out of her if the brunette let her.
"What?"
The blonde took a deep breath, "Rachel, I know we've only been hanging out for a few months... excluding the time from when we were freshmen, but in this short time, I felt something for you. I really, really like you. I'm not in love with you... at least not yet, but- Oh crap, I'm really bad at this." The unreadable expression on the shorter girl's face made Quinn flinch.
"I think I'll just sleep in the living room," Rachel told the blonde. The young assassin grabbed her blanket and handed Quinn an extra one. "You can use this."
"No! I-I should be the one to sleep on the couch, since I'm the one who ruined our friendship," the blonde stated in a small voice as she put her head down shamefully.
The assassin raked her fingers through her hair. "Quinn, please believe me when I say you didn't ruin anything. It's me, okay? It's all me." Rachel bit her lip, as if contemplating something. "Truth be told, I also like you. I want to take you out on dates, hold hands with you in public... kiss you, and all those normal couples do."
"Then why? Why are you acting like... like you are disgusted by the idea of being with me?"
Rachel has no words for that. Well, she has, but she knows that if she told Quinn the real reason she's holding back, she'll probably run outside and endure the storm just so she can be as far away as possible from the brunette.
"I'm going to kiss you. If you don't like it, you can push me away and we can go back to being just... friends, or if you want, I'll never bother you ever again." The defence agent waited for the other girl to say something. When she didn't utter a single word, she took this as a sign to lean forward and press her lips against the brunette's. Quinn has no experience in kissing- this is actually her first- but a lot of romantic comedies she watched with Judy gave her a little insight on how to do it. And she may or may not have asked for Noah Puckerman's advice. She pulled away, but was immediately pulled back for a more passionate kiss.
Rachel broke off the kiss and rested her forehead on the blonde's shoulder. "I-I want to try this- whatever this is- with you, Quinn, but you have to understand there are some details about my life that I could never share with you."
The young agent was delighted to hear the first part of the sentence that she didn't think much of the second part. Quinn pulled Rachel for another kiss and only broke it off when a knock was heard from the door. The two saw the heir leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his face.
"Am I interrupting anything?" Biff asked with a raise of his eyebrow. He took in the position of the two. Rachels arms are around Quinn's neck and the blonde's hands are on the brunette's waist. He cleared his throat, "I just wanted to say goodnight to the two of you. Have a wonderful and eventful evening! And don't forget to wear protection, cousin!" He whisper-yelled the last part which made the two girls blush.
When the door was closed again, Quinn squinted her eyes and looked at Rachel. "Soo... you have a thing? Somehow, I am not even surprised. Is that one of your secre-"
"Quinn! I don't have a... a penis! Biff was just being his annoying self again," the shorter girl said with a huff. Inside, she is actually glad the tension from a few minutes ago is starting to fade.
"Shame. I would've been totally okay with that." the blonde shrugged nonchalantly. Quinn knew the brunette gets easily riled up when it come's to talking about anything which involves sex, so she enjoys doing it. Apparently, the assassin looks cute when she is pouting.
Rachel groaned, "Can we please just have a good night sleep? I am tired, and I'm pretty sure you are too."
"Sure, but you're not, like, going to wake up with a morning wood, are you?"
"I hate you right now."
Quinn grinned, "No, you don't." Rachel got on the bed and gestured for the blonde to follow. "Look who is moving fast. I just admitted that I like you and you're already bedding me." The agent complied with a smirk and laid down beside the brunette.
"Shut up and sleep."
Quinn woke up in the middle of the night just to see she is alone in the room. "Rach?" She called out. She sees the light coming from outside the room and stands up to check.
When the blonde got to the stairs, she hears three voices: Biff's, Rachel's, and another one she couldn't recognize.
"Rachel, I endured the weather to get here, because I found out from Mr. McIntosh you let a stranger sleep in this house?" The unknown voice spat out. She sounded furious. Quinn is sure the three other people in the house are talking about her. And who is Mr. McIntosh? Quinn only knows two McIntoshes: the one associated with those computers, and the one who owns the very first apple orchard in Pennsylvania.
"I am sorry, but she is not a stranger. She's my friend, Valerie." The agent felt kind of hurt when Rachel only referred to her as a friend.
There was a sound of a breaking vase. "Friend? What did I tell you about having personal relationships with anyone?"
"Miss Valerie, I apologize for interrupting, but I was the one who invited Quinn to stay here for the night. It was really bad out there," Biff explained.
"And if we let her go out there and something bad happened to her, the police might come here. I am absolutely sure that would be bad news," Rachel stated in a tone of voice Quinn has never heard before. Now, the agent is even more curious.
There was a few minutes of silence, then the blonde hears the door slam.
"Well... that was a first," said Biff.
"What do you mean?" Rachel asked.
"I've never seen you actually talk back to her."
"I talk back to her all the time." Quinn can imagine the smaller girl's frown.
"No, this time it's different."
Rachel sees Quinn emerge from the corner of her eye. "Hello, Quinn. I'm sorry if we woke you up."
The agent decided to subtly get answers. "I heard another person awhile ago."
"Jehova's Witness!" Biff blurted out. Rachel wants to slap him right now.
Quinn frowned. "At two in the morning?"
"Yes." The blonde is a hundred percent sure these two are hiding something from her.
Rachel cleared her throat. "I think we should all go back to sleep. I apologize for waking you up, Quinn, I promise the rest of the night will be spent without any interference."
At this point, the young secret agent is highly concerned of her crush's behaviour. They were joking around just a few hours ago, and now it seems like they are back from where they started. She needs some time to think alone and wonder what she had done this time. "It seems like the weather isn't as bad as it was awhile ago. I think I'll just go home."
Biff let out a low whistle. "Okay, goodnight to the two of you. I shall now resume my sleep." He walked away, trying to avoid stepping on the broken fragments of the vase which are still scattered on the floor.
Rachel turned to look at Quinn and nodded. "I understand why you would like to go home. But I won't let you go out alone. The weather might have calmed down a bit, but it is still bad."
"You don't have to do that, but sure," Quinn gave her a small smile.
Quinn has not seen Rachel in a week now. The last time she heard from her was two days after her "sleepover" in the brunette's house. Classes will resume again tomorrow, which means she'll finally see the shorter girl again and ask her where she has been and what she has been up to.
"Quinn, will you come down here for a moment!" The young agent's daydreaming was interrupted by the voice of Russell. "We have someone we want you to meet!"
She groaned. She's not in the mood to interact with anyone, but the badge on the top of her drawer- the badge which should be hidden somewhere safe- reminded her of her duty as a secret government defence agent. "Coming!" She shouted back. When she reached the entrance of their living room, she saw her parents sitting on the couch and a guy, who looks like a supermodel, on the opposite chair. "Hello."
The brown-haired guy stood up and offered his hand. "Brody Weston."
Quinn's eyes widened for a millisecond as she offered her hand. "Quinn Fabray."
Judy stands up and gestures for her daughter to take a seat. "Quinn, Mr. Weston will be residing here in Lima for a few months to, maybe, a year. He will be needing someone to, say, act as a bodyguard. You know about the threats on his life, right?" The young agent nods. "Since it would be obvious if Russell, or I, were to bodyguard him, we have decided you will be the one to do it."
"You want me to bodyguard him? But I will be in school most of the time, and isn't he in college?"
Brody cleared his throat. "He was in college, but he will be taking a year off because of current events."
Quinn smiled sheepishly. "Oh, so where will you stay?"
"We got him an apartment a block away from our house. It's going to be suspicious if he starts living with us," said Russell as he took a sip of his scotch.
The youngest blonde frowned. "You're just going to stay here for a few months, or possibly a year?" The brown-haired guy nodded. "Aren't you going to get bored?"
"I will never get bored if I'm always anticipating someone to jump out of nowhere and kill me."
Judy put her hand on Brody's shoulder. "Well, no one is going to get killed with us as your protectors."
"Thank you, Mrs. F."
There is something unsettling with the way this Brody guy grins- something weird, but Quinn couldn't figure it out. She just shrugged it off. Maybe it's because I've been confined in this house for a week, and now I am not used to seeing other people.
"Quinn, darling, why don't you bring Brody to the mall? He informed us awhile ago that he needs to buy a few things to help him settle down."
"Sure, mom," said the youngest blonde before grabbing her car keys from the kitchen counter.
"Chicken nuggets are now my new favourite food."
Biff scrunched his face in disgust. "Do you even know what they put in that? I've heard it only contains five percent chicken and the rest are harmful chemicals or something."
Rachel and the McIntosh heir are currently in the food court in the mall. The assassin wanted to try a food from McDonald's because she always sees Azimio and Karofsky eating those by the bleachers, and they always look delighted.
"I don't care. I like how it tastes," the smaller brunette grumbled before stuffing more chicken nuggets inside her mouth.
"Holy mother of- Hot blondie at three o-clock!" Rachel turned to see Quinn holding a corndog, and a guy carrying several shopping bags. "That guy looks familiar," Biff commented.
The young defence agent spotted the Berry cousins and quickly approached them with a huge smile. "Hey guys! What are you two doing here? I thought you're not much of a mall person, Rach?"
Rachel huffed in her seat and wiped the corner of her mouth before saying "Someone wanted to buy a new Armani suit, even though he already has a hundred of those."
"Hey! I can't wear something more than three times! It's in the rule book!" Biff exclaimed.
Meanwhile, Brody is just standing still in his place. This guy who seems to be obsessed with suits kind of reminds him of someone. A certain someone who-
"Oh, by the way, this is Brody. His family and my family are friends. Brody, this is Rachel and Biff- they're cousins," Quinn interrupted his thoughts.
"Hey. I'm sorry, but Quinn and I have to leave early. We have somewhere else to be," Brody said before dragging the young agent away, not giving her a chance to say goodbye to her friends.
"What was that about?" Quinn asked Brody when they got inside her car.
"That Biff dude and her cousin are making me feel uneasy," he looked outside the window, as if trying to think of something.
The young agent snorted. "Relax. Those two are the nicest persons I've ever met in my life- excluding Russell and Judy, of course. They may be a little arrogant at times, but they are awesome."
The model turned his gaze towards his bodyguard. "Okay, if you say so."
The day before school starts, Rachel's special phone starts ringing. She presses the green button, but waits for the person in the other line to speak first.
"Good evening, Rachel."
"Miss V? What made you call?"
The young assassin hears some rustling of papers. "You see, sources just told me a Weston is in Lima." The information caused Rachel to stand up from her bed. "His name is Brody. Brody Weston." The small girl frowned. How many guys are named Brody? "I sent you a picture. Go check your computer."
Rachel opened said device and clicked the icon which was flashing on the screen. Her eyes widened. I didn't know the Westons are friends with the Fabrays. "What do you want me to do?"
"Get rid of him."
"Why?"
"First you talk back to me. Now you question me? What is going on with you, my dear?" Valerie asked in a tone which made Rachel feel guilty in less than a second.
The brunette sighed. "I apologize."
"Since you have always been my favourite, I will tell you. You know about the rivalry between the McIntoshes and the Westons, right?"
"Yes."
"And you remember that European woman who was sent to assassinate Biff?"
Rachel will never forget about that. "I made sure she's dead."
"Well, in this business, it's either you kill or get killed."
"And you want me to eliminate Brody as a form of revenge?"
Valerie chuckles from the other line. "Bravo. You really are smart, my dear."
"When do you want it done?"
"As soon as possible." Then the line went dead.
Brody can't believe how easy it is to trick small town girls into sleeping with him. It turns out some people recognize him from that teenage magazine he once posed for. A girl named Monica- Monisha?- invited him in her place, and once she fell asleep, he put his clothes on and walked out of her house.
He checked the time in his phone. It read 4:00am. Quinn is surely going to throw a gasket when she finds out he stayed out this late. I'll just use my charm on her so she'll forgive me. His inner musings were interrupted when he hears rustling from the bushes. How cliché, right? He keeps on walking, thinking his mind is just playing tricks on him. A sharp pain on his back made him stumble to the ground. He reached behind him and felt a dagger digging inside his back.
"Oh my God, Brody!" Quinn came out of nowhere, concern evident on her face. She sees the dagger. "I'm going to take you to our house." Right now, the young agent knows even hospitals can't be trusted.
When Quinn tried calling Brody's home phone at eleven o'clock in the evening, and received no answer after a dozen times, she tried looking for him. She thought maybe he went to 7 Eleven by himself, then got lost. He is new in this town after all. She should have known something horrible like this was bound to happen.
"S-Someone attacked me... I-I didn't realize someone was following m-me...," he stuttered out.
"Shh. You got to help me out, okay? Let's try to walk to the car. It's not far away from here." They both knew they have to move fast. If the attacker is still out there, who knows what could happen next?
Meanwhile, Rachel is feeling mixed emotions: jealousy, rage, and some other indescribable ones. Quinn, showing out of nowhere, is not something she anticipated at this time. She was going to take Brody's body and dispose it as soon as she is done with him, but Quinn ruined that plan. Obviously, she wouldn't show herself now.
It did not register in her mind that she would have killed them both if the person who showed up wasn't Quinn.
The secret assassin grinned to herself when she realized the poison she put on the dagger will be working soon, and Brody will be dead in less than an hour.
Quinn is crying inside her room. The first person she was supposed to protect had just died. She feels like a disappointment. A disappointment to Russell and Judy, to the General, to the country. Sure, one of the trainings she has received taught her to be strong when it comes to something like this. She never thought it would affect her this much.
A knock on her door made her bury her head beneath her pillow. "Quinn?"Another knock. "Sweetie, please open the door." She hears Judy sigh heavily from the other side. "We are just in the dining room, if you are ready to talk, okay?"
Both Russell and Judy have been trying to get her to talk to them, after announcing the guy's death. They know how hard it is to witness the death of a person you are supposed to be responsible of.
Quinn's cellphone rings. She was going to press the red button, but seeing Rachel's caller I.D. made her do the opposite. "Hello?"
"Hey, Quinn! Why aren't you in school?" The young agent looked at the clock. Classes have started two hours ago.
"Um... I forgot."
"Quinn, are you okay? You never forget school, and your voice sounds raspy." Of course, Rachel knows exactly why the other girl is acting weird. She called because she knows how the blonde is holding up.
The secret agent sniffles. "I got sick. I might not be in school for a few days."
"Oh. Do you want me to bring you the homeworks that will be assigned to us?"
Quinn contemplated for a few seconds. Does she want the girl she likes to see her like this? "No, that isn't necessary. Santana and Brittany have already volunteered to do that for me."
"Oh." Quinn can hear the disappointment in her voice. "I'm here if you need me, okay?" Rachel will wait for the blonde to tell her about Brody's death, so she can be there for her.
"Thank you."
AN: This fanfiction is very loosely based on the movie Naked Weapon.
Oh, and I am not giving up on my other stories.