Kurt felt nauseous. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God, no, what am I gonna do?"

"Well, I'd say twenty to life, but…" Rachel's voice trailed off.

"It was self-defense." Santana said firmly. "He attacked you and you killed him in self-defense."

Rachel nodded encouragingly. "Why did he attack you, anyway?"

"Blaine was getting suspicious…oh god, Blaine…and Tracy!" Kurt grabbed his hair in despair. "What am I gonna tell them?"

"Okay, wait…why not just tell the police that it was self-defense?" Rachel asked.

"They won't believe me!" Kurt exclaimed. "All they will care about is that I killed someone."

Santana sighed inwardly. "There's more. Kurt, I…heard what he said to you about…" She glanced at Rachel and swallowed.

"About what?" Rachel demanded.

Kurt glared at Santana and shook his head warningly. Santana ignored him. "Cody told Kurt he killed Finn because Finn confronted him about him raping Kurt and robbing all of us."

Rachel was stunned by the revelation. She turned around and fury welled up inside her. She took a few deep breaths. So, Finn was murdered in cold blood. She took a few deep breaths to control her anger, and turned back to her friends. "Well, I guess that son of a bitch finally got what he deserved. Okay, guys, what's the plan?"

Santana turned to Kurt. "Okay, see, Rachel's come around. Everything's gonna be okay."

"How-how is everything gonna be okay? I just killed somebody." Kurt breathed.

Rachel held her hands out. "Okay, shh."

Santana put a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "No, you did not kill someone. You protected yourself. You protected yourself. Now you're gonna have to pull it all together 'cause we have a lot to do. I know that no one saw me follow him here. What about you?"

"I think I'm good. What are we gonna do with-" Rachel glanced down at Cody's lifeless body.

Santana thought about that for a moment, then heard the rushing river nearby. "The river is really close by."

Kurt had a feeling of dread. "Oh, my God."

"Well, lucky for us he's skinny." Rachel said. She walked over to Cody's legs. "Santana, you and I will grab a leg. Kurt, grab his armpits."

"Okay, great." Santana put the bloody rock in her purse, and grabbed one of Cody's legs. Rachel did the same with the other, and Kurt reluctantly lifted Cody by the armpits.

The trio grunted and struggled as they dragged the rapist to the river. "Not as skinny as we thought." Santana huffed.

"One, two-okay-damn!" Rachel exclaimed.

"What? What's wrong?" Santana asked in concern.

"…I chipped my nail." Rachel said lamely.

Santana groaned in frustration. "For God's sakes." They both grunted as they half-dragged, half-carried Cody to the bank of the river.

"Ughh…I can't…with these shoes!" Rachel cried as she almost lost her balance.

"Oh, really? You wanna try spiked heels, Rachel? You wanna trade?" Santana growled.

Kurt was reaching full panic mode. He dropped Cody and started shaking his head. "No, I can't-I can't deal with this, I can't."

Rachel's head snapped up. "Okay, you know what, you have to. Okay, you have to deal with this for Tracy. Do you want to be there when she wakes up tomorrow, or do you want to be in prison?"

Kurt swallowed. He knew she was right, but… "Okay, let's just get this over with."

"Yeah, okay. You ready to do this?" Rachel asked.

'No.' Kurt thought. Aloud, he said "Yes."

"Okay." The trio grunted and reached the bank. The currents were already pretty strong. Rachel and Santana took a minute to catch their breaths and took off their coats. Dragging a body to the river was a workout all on its own.

"What if they find the body?" Kurt asked worriedly.

Santana sighed. She was getting really irritated with Kurts' pessimism. "Oh, my God, the current here is very strong, very dangerous, especially this time of year. People go in rarely."

"How do you even know that?" Rachel asked.

"I hear things." Santana said mysteriously. "I'm not innocent like you and Kurt."

"I am not innocent." Kurt snapped. "Look at what I did."

"Okay, Kurt, you defended yourself against a person who was sick and was dangerous." Santana said again. "You know, I for one don't mourn a man who treated people the way Cody did, okay? So now, look, you need to get yourself together, 'cause we're almost done with this. Okay? We're almost done with it." Santana grabbed a branch and brushed over their tracks.

"What-what are you doing? What are you doing?" Kurt asked.

"Just trying to cover our bases." Santana explained. "Kurt, get that rock, throw it in the river."

Kurt hesitated. "I don't know if I-"

"Just do it!" Satana snapped.

"All right." Kurt grabbed the rock from Santana's purse and threw it in the river.

Santana smiled in satisfaction. "Great. Our turn."

"Okay, okay, okay." Rachel knelt down to help Santana drag Cody closer to the waters' edge. Rachel groaned. "I don't think we're gonna be able to do this."

"Come on."

Kurt was starting to panic again. He waved his hands frantically. "Oh, my God, no, no, no, this is not right. No, we can't do this. This is not right."

Rachel huffed, stood up, and walked over to Kurt. "Oh, God. Okay. Okay. Okay. You will go to prison for what you did. We will go to prison for helping you move the body. You need to concentrate on Tracy, okay? You think about that baby. She needs you, and she needs you to be tough right now. You can cry tomorrow." While Rachel was talking, Santana searched Cody's pockets. All of his pockets were filled with wads of cash.

Kurt nodded. "You're right. You're right."

"Good. Now, Kurt, you have to suck it up, because you are going to help us put that body in the river, okay?"

"Okay." Kurt sighed. He really didn't have another choice.

Rachel turned to Santana. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Check this out: there is like three hundred grand on him!" Santana exclaimed. "Who the hell carries three hundred grand in their pockets?"

"So we're grave robbers now?" Rachel threw her arms out in frustration.

"Hey, think of it as an eye for an eye." Santana shrugged. "He's dead, anyway. So, it's not like he needs it."

Rachel sighed, nodded, and turned to Kurt. "You grab his feet."

"Okay." Kurt grabbed Cody's feet, and Rachel and Santana each grabbed an arm.

"Okay. One... okay, push, push..." Rachel instructed. Cody's body was waist deep into the water now. "Almost there…"

Kurt rushed in between his friends to help them push Cody in the river. They completely submerged him, when all of a sudden, Cody came alive, resurfaced and grabbed onto Rachel's arm, pulling her in. Kurt, Santana, and Rachel all screamed in alarm. Kurt grabbed Rachel's torso and Santana grabbed Rachel's shoulders.

Cody turned away. "Help! Help!"

"No!" Rachel banged her arm against the edge of the bank and pulled out of Cody's grip. Kurt helped her up, and they hugged each other. The current carried Cody away.

Kurt panted for breath. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God. He's alive."

"Not anymore." Santana pointed out.

"Oh, my God. He's drowning. We have to-" Kurt pulled away from Rachel and headed back towards the edge, but Santana stopped him.

"No!"

"We have to do something." Kurt threw his arms out.

"Stop it! Do you see that current? You go in there, you drown too." Santana pointed out.

Shivers were running up and down Kurt's spine. He was finding it harder and harder to control his emotions. "Oh, my God."

Rachel dusted off her grey, short-sleeved, leopard print dress and put her black coat on. "Santana was right, Kurt. Santana was right. The water's high, and it's freezing. He is gone, Kurt. He's gone."

"Oh, my God, but he's alive and he's in there! When you let him go, that-" He whirled around, facing Santana, who straightened out her red leather dress and put her coat on. "you told me that he didn't have a pulse and he was dead!"

Santana winced. "Yeah, about that…"

Kurt and Rachel looked at her in dismay. "What?"

"I kinda lied about him being dead." Santana admitted.

"You what?!" Rachel exclaimed.

"Oh my God…" Kurt turned around.

"Santana, you…you tricked us into killing someone?!" Rachel cried hysterically.

"Oh my God, that means he was alive when we were dragging him and-and when we dunked him in the river!" Kurt cried in the same tone. "How could you do that to us?!"

"I would have thought you'd be relieved." Santana shrugged. "I mean, for God's sake, he killed your brother," Santana pointed to Kurt, then to Rachel "and your ex-fiance who you were still in love with!"

"I'm sorry, you must have us confused with Regina Mills and Dean Winchester." Rachel said sarcastically.

"Didn't you just say that he got what he deserved?" Santana raised an eyebrow. "And those two weren't even on the same damn show!"

"Whatever!" Rachel snapped, huffed, and turned around.

"Murder is not the answer, Santana." Kurt replied, a little calmer.

"And what is, Kurt?" Santana folded her arms. "This isn't high school! Challenging Ted Bundy over there to a singing contest would not have worked! Paul Bunyan didn't just need surgery- he was dead!"

"And since you seem to be allergic to calling the cops when you witness a crime…" Rachel added.

"You're on her side, now?" Kurt looked at Rachel in betrayal.

"No, I was simply stating a fact." Rachel said calmly.

Kurt huffed and turned around again. He couldn't believe these two! Santana continued. "Look, it's too late to do anything about it now. And to make you guys feel better…" She pulled out the three hundred grand she stole from Cody and divided it. "One hundred grand for me…" She stuffed her portion into her purse, and held out another portion to Rachel. "One hundred grand for you…" She held out the last portion to Kurt. "And a hundred for you."

"I'm not taking that. That's blood money." Kurt waved it off.

Santana shrugged. "Okay." She divided again. "One-fifty grand each for me and the Jew, then."

Rachel took it and stared at the money. Shivers ran up and down her spine. It's true, it was blood money…but…she couldn't help but feel a little vindictive. She smiled. "You know…I think I know exactly how I'm going to spend this. Or rather…donate it."

Santana noticed the vindictive glint in Rachel's eye and smiled. "You know…I do, too."

"Guys, seriously- let's get the hell out of here." Kurt spoke up, folding his arms against the cold. "I can't stand it out here any longer."

"You're right. Let's go." Rachel tugged on Kurt's arm and they walked off. Santana picked up the branch and started covering their tracks. Rachel and Kurt silently walked to the edge of the woods arm in arm. She sighed and turned around to face her best friend. "Look, I…I know this wasn't the…it wasn't my proudest moment when I agreed to this. But…look on the bright side. He won't hurt you or anyone we care about ever again."

Kurt swallowed and nodded. "Yeah."

Santana came up from behind them. "Okay. I covered all our tracks. Now, let's get out of here before someone finds us."

XXX

The trio headed to a quiet and almost empty coffee shop and sat at a table with hot chocolates. Kurt just silently held his mug in both hands and stared into it.

"Look, it's starting to snow." Santana noticed. Flurries were floating down outside the window. "That means the river's gonna freeze overnight. Cody will be a popsicle by spring."

"Yeah…" Rachel gave a short, humorless laugh. "Unless some poor ice skater finds him frozen dead underwater."

Santana shrugged. "Well, all DNA and evidence will be wiped clean by then. We're in the clear. Just as long as we all take this to the grave. Okay, Kurt?"

Kurt exhaled sharply. "Fine. I don't want to go to jail any more than you do. I just want to go home and hold my baby."

"Okay, great, you do that." Rachel squeezed Kurt's arm. "You go home, hold that precious little baby in your arms and remember what the stakes are."

Kurt nodded and stood up. He left the coffee shop wordlessly. Rachel sighed and turned back to Santana. "Do you think he'll be okay?"

"He'll be fine." Santana waved a hand and sipped her hot chocolate. "I just hope he won't snap and tell Blaine…or act suspicious."

Rachel nodded and sipped her own hot chocolate. "I just feel like any moment now, his family is going to come after me with pitchforks and guns in revenge for killing him."

Santana chuckled lightly. "So, what are you going to do with all the money?"

"Donate it to McKinley." Rachel replied. "The auditorium looked a little run down when I was there last, so…"

Santana smiled and nodded, impressed. "Donating the money we stole-"

"You stole." Rachel corrected.

"-from the guy who murdered Finn in cold blood to the auditorium named for Finn." Santana chuckled. "Way to go, Thelma. Who knew you were this vindictive?"

Rachel smiled and sipped her hot chocolate. "What about you, Louise? What are you going to do with your half?"

"I am going to donate it to Kurt's dad's tire shop." Santana smiled at Rachel's surprised expression. "I figured Kurt and Finn's parents should get some payoff as well."

Rachel scoffed. "Some payoff. Blood money that you stole."

Santana stood and cleared her throat. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going home."

"To have victory sex with your wife?" Rachel guessed.

"You know it." Santana flounced off.

XXX

Rachel quietly walked through her front door and hung up her coat.

"You're home early." Rachel turned and smiled up at her husband. "Yeah, well, the party was getting kind of boring, so, Kurt, Santana, and I just went for coffee, then headed home."

"What- no singing?" Jesse asked in surprised.

Rachel laughed. "No. Anyway, I'm gonna go ahead and start my nighttime ritual."

"All right. I have a few more papers to go over for the new Frozen musical." Jesse said.

"I still cannot believe there's a Frozen musical." Rachel laughs and shook her head. "You know I'm gonna be Elsa, right?"

"I do. But, you do still have to audition." Jesse smiled. "You know, I still say she sounds exactly like your mom."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Jess. Seriously? They sound nothing alike!"

"Okay. Keep telling yourself that." Jesse shrugged.

Rachel headed upstairs and sat at her vanity. She started brushing her hair and froze in horror when she realized she only had one earring on. "Oh my God." She looked down her shirt, around the floor… "No…" She carefully and slowly walked down the stairs, but still couldn't find it. She looked outside, it still wasn't there. "Oh, God, no." She ran her hands through her hair frantically. She hoped the earring was either in the lost and found at the cab company or the café, or at the house the party was at.

XX

On the bank of the river, snow fell onto a sparkling, silver earring. A gloved hand picked it up and the mysterious person examined it.