Sorry for any mistakes and if the story jumps between past and present tense sometimes, for some strange reason I keep mixing them together and also it's 6:15am and I haven't slept yet because I wanted to finish this chapter. This chapter is a little longer that previous ones and I'm planning to go back and re-write the others adding detail and description and stuff before the end. I'll let you know before and after I re-write them as they will probably take a while. I'm planning to write a few more chapters before taking a break to re-write and then give you guys the ending. For now enjoy!
Chapter Eleven
Diva Fit
Her phone flashed on her bed side table, beeping repeatedly to gain her attention her unconsciousness. Reaching over to grab and stop the annoying tune Quinn found that she had a number of text messages from none other than Rachel Berry. The blonde laughed as she read over the messages half awake.
Quinn? Are you awake?
Quinn?
Hello?
WAKE UP QUINN IT'S 1PM!
Quinn Fabray wake up please I'm bored!
The blonde laughed as she sat up slowly and checked the time, 4:36pm, she had slept in and Sally had left her. This was her normal routine for the past week. Quinn would fall to sleep; she would then have another nightmare which would keep her up for the rest of the night until she finally passed out around 8am. Her foster mom knew about Quinn's new routine, Sal asked Quinn about it a few time but the blonde would just cut the conversation and say she was fine. Sally argued with Quinn constantly about counselling and that Quinn needed to talk to someone but Quinn refused to go, so Sally punished her. No going out, no seeing friends, no staying over Rachel's. Still Quinn refused to talk to anyone, so Sally gave in. She still tried to get Quinn to go to the sessions, she still told the blonde that she couldn't stay over Rachel's if she missed them, but she would always tell her that whenever she wanted, Quinn could always talk to her, and Quinn was grateful for her, she really was.
Although she wasn't allowed to stay over Rachel's and Rachel wasn't allowed to stay over hers, they were allowed to see each other during the day. Quinn opened a new message and typed out her reply to her girlfriend.
Just woke up, babe. I'll jump in the shower and then you can come over
Within seconds Quinn had a reply.
It's 4:39 in the afternoon, lazy ass ;)
The blonde smiled as she got herself out of bed not taking her eyes off her phone. Typing out another reply and sending it she placed her phone on her desk while moving to find something to wear for the day.
Hush! I couldn't sleep last night
Again, her phone rang within seconds with a reply.
Nightmares again?
Quinn thought about her answer for a while, leaving her phone on her desk as she found some clothes, thinking about how to reply to Rachel's message. Sally and Rachel were worried about Quinn's behaviour and had been pushing her for answers. Quinn picked up her phone to reply. After deleting three different messages she sent a simple answer.
Yeah, I just stayed up watching TV I fell asleep sometime early hours this morning
Quinn, you really need to talk to someone about these dreams, they're having a real psychological impact on you, you're not sleeping and I'm worried. Did you bother going to counselling yesterday?
She couldn't exactly lie to her girlfriend who would just ask her foster mother and be extra pissed at her.
… No
Quinn!
Rach, I'm okay. They're just stupid dreams, they're not having a 'psychological impact' on me, I'm fine. And besides, I hate talking to that counsellor, he's a dick. There's nothing wrong with me
He's not a dick, Quinn. He's just doing his job. I know there's nothing wrong with you but I still think like you should go and at least give it a try. I just think talking about these nightmares will help them stop. You know you can talk to me right?
Quinn's heart melted after reading Rachel's last sentence. She knew she could talk to the girl but she was just afraid. Afraid of what she might say, afraid of losing the girl, afraid of everything.
I know, Rach. I know
Can I come over now? I'm bored!
The blonde laughed at her excited girlfriend's change of mood.
Alright, but just to let you know I haven't showered yet and I look ugly
It's okay, you always look ugly.
The blonde laughed at her girlfriend's cheek.
You just wait, Berry
Oh, I can't Fabray ;) come let me in I'm outside x
Outside already? Little eager Rach ;) x
The blonde was at the door moments later and there also was her girlfriend standing before her, smiling up at her with the biggest grin on her face Quinn had ever seen. She watched as her girlfriend just smiled up at her and couldn't help her smile emerging itself.
She waited a moment to see if the brunette was actually going to do or say anything but she just continued to smile up at the blonde. "Are you just going to stand there smiling at me or do you wanna come in?" Quinn asked after giving in.
Rachel stepped forward into Quinn standing on her tip-toes to reach the blondes ear with her lips. She spoke softly, "take me up to your room and lock the door." Rachel was turned on, Quinn could see it in her eyes the moment she opened the door, but Rachel's voice and her command just confirmed it. The blonde's smile widened without control as her girlfriend leaned back to look her dead in the eyes. "Now," Rachel demanded.
Quinn wasted no time grabbing Rachel's hand and pulling her up the stairs two steps at a time, the diva tripped most of the way up but that didn't stop her from reaching the top into Quinn's room. Before she could thing she was being pinned up against her girlfriend's bedroom door, she heard it click lock behind her and smiled into the dominate lips attached to hers.
Their lips crashed together over and over again in desperation of needing each other. Rachel wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck as the blonde possessively gripped the brunette around the waist, pulling her closer as she seized her mouth again. Quinn sucked on Rachel's lower lip causing the brunette to moan deep in her throat before their lips met once more. Tongues invaded each other's mouths hungrily and Quinn forced Rachel's back into the door, lifting the diva's legs to wrap around her waist and her body pinned the brunette to the door for support, she squeezed the brunette's ass as she held her in place. Rachel's ardent moan was sweet music to the blonde's ear as she attacked the diva's neck, sucking and kissing as Rachel's head was thrown back into the door in elation, her eyes shut tight as she felt the throbbing between her legs grow stronger.
"Oh Quinn," Rachel cried out as she felt the blonde push her harder into the door, hitting her between her legs making the throbbing more powerful. Her hand ran through Quinn's hair gripping at golden locks as Quinn repeated her actions, causing the diva in front of her to catch her breath as she felt the pleasure run through her body. Quinn smiled into Rachel's neck as she again repeated her actions, marking the diva's neck as she continued her kissing and sucking against inflamed skin.
Quinn spontaneously stopped her attack and just held the brunette in place, watching the diva in her arms open her eyes and stare back at the blonde. Rachel silently searched passionate hazel eyes for the reason of stopping their make out session but found nothing. "What's wrong? Why did you stop?" Quinn didn't answer; instead she just smiled and continued to watch the girl in her arms, her benevolent smile forcing Rachel to smile and giggle. "What?"
"Thank you for existing." Quinn delicately spoke, almost like a whimper. Rachel's smile widened at her girlfriends pulchritudinous words. In that moment, Rachel Berry felt her chest rip open and absorb all of Quinn's love. In that moment, Rachel Berry felt invincible, extraordinary and undoubtedly loved; nothing like she had ever felt with anyone else in her life. In that moment, Rachel Berry fell unconditionally in love with Quinn Fabray.
"You're welcome," Rachel smiled as the blonde blushed before her. They smiled at one another for a moment until Rachel grew impatient and gradually leaned in to tenderly kiss Quinn's lips. The kiss was needy but gentle and to both girl felt like forever in just a moment; although the kiss only lasted a few seconds before Quinn pulled away and connected their foreheads as they staring deeply into one another's eyes.
"I really mean it," Quinn whispered. "I love you so much, Rachel Berry. So fucking much you don't understand." But Rachel did understand because she felt the same way about the blonde. "I would do anything for you," the blonde continued as Rachel smiled and closed her eyes as she pulled Quinn closer into a hug, Quinn's lips meeting the brunette's ear as she continued. "You're so beautiful and talented and sexy and intelligent and-"
Rachel pulled back to lock eyes with the talkative blonde, her hands on Quinn's cheeks as she cut the blondes words away. "Quinn, I love you so much, but shut the fuck up and kiss me." Quinn smiled as she crashed their lips together yet again, still holding Rachel in hands she walked her desk. Pushing her on to the messy desk, knocking everything off in the process, Quinn stood between the diva's parted thighs and she sucked on Rachel's lower lip causing the girl to moan once again. Rachel could feel the throbbing again and with a begging call of Quinn's name, the blonde knew what to do.
Quinn pulled at Rachel's jeans, ripping them open at the top and pushing her hand down to meet Rachel's wetness; not bothering to remove any clothes but just needing to feel how much Rachel wanted her. Rachel clung to the blonde as Quinn kissed her neck and rubbed her centre. "You're so wet," she smiled into Rachel's neck. The pace in her hand became faster as she massaged Rachel's clit. Rachel's panted at the pleasure, moaning when Quinn would press just a little harder.
"Quinn, please." Rachel called running her hands up Quinn's oversized t-shirt to hold onto the girl tighter. Quinn's fingers dropped lower to circle Rachel's entrance before running her fingers up and down Rachel's wetness. Rachel cried at Quinn's torment as the blonde continued the action. "Please, Quinn."
The blonde kissed a trail to Rachel's ear, biting her lobe when she arrived. "What, Rach?" She asked, her smug tone turning Rachel on even more. Quinn sucked on the diva's lobe and kept her hand rubbing Rachel at a constant speed; the brunette moaned and dug her nails into the blonde's shoulder blades causing Quinn to catch her breath at the painful pleasure. "Tell me what you want, Rach."
Rachel's threw her head back in euphoria, her arms shaking as they tried to hold onto the girl before her, trying not to collapse due to the overload of pleasure. She was panting as Quinn continued her torment, lifting her head to meet Quinn's ear she gave her command, "fuck me." Quinn's lips crashed into Rachel's as two of her fingers slipped into her entrance. Rachel's breath caught as she felt her girlfriend inside of her. The diva dragged her nails down the blonde's back as Quinn pushed and pulled her fingers in and out the diva. Quinn pushed her fingers deeper making Rachel vehemently moaned into blonde hair. Quinn pulled her fingers out of Rachel and rubbed the brunette's hard clit before adding a third finger and pushing back into the girl. Rachel's nails cut into the blonde's back as they jerked down Quinn's back. Quinn wailed at the masochistic pleasure and pushed into the brunette harder.
"Come for me, Rach," Quinn increased the speed of her fingers and felt Rachel's muscles clench around her fingers, the diva's nails cutting Quinn's back as she rode out her orgasm screaming Quinn's name. They held each other for a few minutes until Quinn pulled her fingers out of Rachel and bringing them to her lips to taste her girlfriend. Rachel watched mesmerized as Quinn sucked her fingers. "You taste yummy," Quinn smiled as she reached forward and kissed the hypnotised girl, Rachel sucked on Quinn's tongue as she tasted herself.
The girls loved these sporadic occasions that were filled with so much lust and desire that they can't help but control their need to feel and touch each other. After Sam's death something between the girls changed and one night when Quinn was staying over Rachel had kissed her and they knew that it was the right time. They needed each other to know how much they loved one another so they had sex and now they were getting more and more desperate for the other as the days passed. Quinn broke the kiss and smiled as Rachel licked her lips. "Your turn," Rachel smiled.
"Hey, baby," Rachel greeted her girlfriend with a kiss by her locker. It had been a long day in school; the usual classes, talks about a serial killer between students, and teachers explain how to stay safe during these dark and scary times. There hadn't been a murder in a while and people were worried who would be next, some even believed that the killings were over and that they were safe, but no one knew for sure what was going to happen next, not even Quinn.
"Hey," she smiled at the diva while she grabbed her books from her locker. She packed her things in her bag and closed her locker before turning her full attention to the brunette who had a beaming smile on her face. "Good day?" She asked as she took the diva's hand in hers.
"Yes, actually!" The brunette smiled lacing her fingers with Quinn's as they walked down the school hallways to the car park. The diva was chatting on about her day while Quinn thought about her day. She knew she should have been listening to Rachel but you just realised a harrowing thought about her day; she hadn't seen Santana for days. The girl was supposed to be in most of her classes but lately was never there. Quinn just assumed that she and Brittany were off doing it somewhere, too busy to come to class. She thought about phoning or texting but a voice in the back of her head always stopped her. She knew that if Santana needed her she would find her. There was something odd about not seeing or hearing from her best friend for days, however, and it perturbed Quinn.
They were around the corner from the car park exit when a flash of long black hair heading into the girls restroom caught her attention. Quickly making the decision to confront her best friend about her absence Quinn stopped walking and turned to the still talking girl beside her. "I'm sorry, Rach, but I really need to go to the bathroom. Meet you at the car?" The blonde reached into her bag to pull out her keys, when she finally grips them she tried to hand them over to the now quite brunette who just looked up at Quinn flummoxed. "Quinn, I'll just come with you," Rachel smiled and turned to walk towards the girl's restroom.
"No!" Quinn shouted before she could stop herself. Rachel stopped immediately and turned to face the confusing blonde. Quinn tried to recover, "I just mean you don't have to. I'll only be a minute," she smiled before giving Rachel the keys and kissing the bewildered brunette. "I'll meet you in the car, okay?" Quinn smiled down at the diva before heading for the girl's restroom not waiting for an answer.
She didn't hear Rachel's confused 'okay' behind her as she pushed open the door and entered the girl's toilets. She expected to see the Latina leaning against the sinks waiting for her, but there was no one in there. "Santana?" She called into the empty room. "Hello?" There was no answer. She waited a few minutes to make sure the girl wasn't going to jump out on her; after nothing came she leaned against a sink looking at her refection in the mirror. She turned on the sink tap and let the cold, refreshing water wash over her face, cooling her down before turning off the tap and reaching for a paper towel to dry her skin. When she looked up into the mirror she was found with her best friend's reflection behind her staring at her.
Quinn spun around hasty to face the grinning girl. "Jesus, Santana! You frightened the fuck out of me!" Santana laughed as she moved the next sink and inspect herself in the mirror. Quinn just watched as she steadies her breathing. She turned to face her best friend, "where have you been?" the blonde asked.
"Here, there and everywhere." Santana didn't turn her attention away from herself when she answers. Quinn just watched as her best friend ignorantly ran her hands through her black hair and carried on checking herself out in the mirror. "I need to talk to you," Quinn tried to gain her attention but again fails. "About you know what," this did catch Santana's attention. Turning to Quinn, she leaned one hand against the skin the other on her hip. "Not now, Q. I'm in a rush," she smiled and Quinn rolled her eyes. "What are you doing later?" the Latina asked turning her attention to the mirror once again to look back over herself yet another time.
"I'm over Rachel's for the evening then back at mine by ten," Quinn answered not in the mood for Santana's attitude. The Latina swiftly turned to face the blonde grinning. "Okay, see you then." Before Quinn could explain that she only has now to talk to her friend, Santana was out the door and gone. Quinn groaned and ran out to catch her friend in the halls but when she looked around Santana was nowhere to be seen.
Quinn groaned louder, "where the fuck did she go now?" Quinn gave up searching for her friend and went to meet Rachel in her car who was singing along to her Broadway musical cd she made Quinn play whenever they were in the car. The blonde drove them home to her house, dropping off the car and saying a quick hello to Sally before they walked over to Rachel's to spend the evening together. There was something about the walk between Quinn's to Rachel's that the blonde loved, it was soothing and refreshing and even better when the girls walked together. It made her happy.
Quinn looked down at her phone as she relished in the graceful feel the evening walk home from Rachel's. The girls cuddled up on the sofa and watched some random movie with the Berry men. Quinn didn't remember what movie they actually watched because her mind was inevitably elsewhere. The blonde needed to speak to Santana urgently but was meagre with anxiety about confronting her friend.
Quinn's phone flashed her foster mother's names across the screen for the third time during Quinn's walk home. The blonde decided to finally answer it, "hello?" She answered waiting for her guardian to scream down the phone at her. "Quinn," Sally's voice rang through Quinn's phone speaker as the blonde predicted, her foster mother was annoyed for Quinn being late again. "Where the hell are you? I told you not to be late! Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to be out this late nowadays?"
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Sal, I'm walking home now. I'll be home in a few minutes." She promised while she turned down another street. Her foster mother lectured her about her behaviour before she told her to hurry home and be safe and cut off the call. Quinn did really love her foster mother for all she had done for her; she was, after all, the best motherly figure Quinn had ever had in her life.
Quinn took out her iPod as she strolled down yet another empty street, putting in her earphones she shut out the world as music filled her mind. She managed to listen to almost half a song before the world came rushing back to her with just a tap to her shoulder. Spinning around to find the source of the contact to her shoulder, the startled blonde came face to face with none other than her best friend Santana Lopez. "Jesus fuck- Santana!" Quinn shouted as she ripped out her earphones, stuffing them into her bag. "Can you stop fucking popping up on me like that!" The Latina laughed at her furious friend's words. After sorting everything into her bag Quinn looked as her smiling friend and giggled softly at her outburst. Together they took off down the street, "I thought you were at Brittany's."
"She's out of town, remember? Her parents dragged her to Florida after Finn was found, to get away from us." Santana informed the blonde. Quinn was confused as to why Brittany, Quinn and Santana's best friend, be forced by her parents to go to Florida to get away from her friends.
"What are you talking about?" Quinn asked as she pulled her coat closed and stuffed her hands into her coat pockets, the evening weather had suddenly turned exceedingly cold. "The killings," Santana stated. The girl didn't seem to be bothered by the change of temperature as she continued walking carelessly in her green dress and heals.
Both girls walked in sync down the street which Quinn checked to see for anyone who could possibly overhear the two girls, there was no one. The blonde swallowed down her anxiety and forced the nesacary conversation between the two. "I've been meaning to talk to you about them, S." Santana turned her attention to her friend at the mention of their killings, "oh yeah? Planned the next hit?" She enthusiastically asked. She watched as the blonde scrunched her face at the question, something was wrong. "Not exactly," Quinn confirmed.
"What do you mean?" Santana asked more bitter than she intended. She watched as Quinn slowed her walk preparing for a long belligerent conversation. "I don't think I can do this anymore, S." Quinn confessed as she ducked her head and watched her feet taking turns hitting the pavement. "What?" Santana's voice was mournful and pulled Quinn's attention to make them look each other in the eye.
"I just don't want to kill anyone else." It felt like Quinn was apologising, being sorry for not wanting to kill her class mates with her best friend. It seemed crazy but Quinn couldn't help the rush of guilt she felt in her gut for disappointing her best friend. But Santana's disappointed look was gone, instead transformed into anger. "What the fuck, Quinn. We're almost done with the list and you want to pussy out now? Why?" The Latina demanded and she stopped and stood in front of the blonde, blocking her from making an escape for her best friend's question.
"San, I don't want to kill-" Quinn tried to explain but was cut off by the livid girl in front of her. "Cut the bullshit, Quinn. Since when have you not wanted to kill them fuckers? This was your idea remember?" The Latina crossed her arms across her chest as she stared Quinn down, waiting for an explanation. Quinn sighed and tried again to justify herself, "Listen, San-" but was cut off again.
"No, you listen, Quinn." Santana spat as she edged just a little closer to Quinn. "You back out and I'm gonna spill my guts about everything. I'll tell the school, I'll tell your foster mom, I'll tell the police everything that you've done." Santana watched the guilt drain from Quinn as she registered the girl's threat. "We, Santana," the blonde stated. "You mean what we have done, you were there too. You help planned and carry out the murders with me. We worked together." Quinn straightened her back bringing her to her fullest height as she watched the girl in front of her. "You can't threaten me, if I go down so do you."
Santana laughed at the blonde's threat, "my father is the best criminal lawyer is Ohio, what the fuck are you gonna do, ask Sally to save you?" Quinn's hands clenched into fists as she continued to watch the Latina laugh at her, forcing back the violent craving she began to feel. After a few deep breaths the blonde simply shook her head and her friend's behaviour, "you're such a bitch, Santana." The blonde moved to walk around the girl and go home, "you're not gonna force me to kill people."
Santana moved to cut Quinn's path again, the anger in her disappearing as she stared at the blonde pleadingly. "Look, Q. We can do this, okay." Santana smiled and she held Quinn's shoulders reassuringly. "You're my best friend and I can't do it without you." Santana fingered a blonde curl as she asked, "What are you so afraid of?"
The anger had vanished from Quinn as she looked at Santana stunned. "Are you serious?" She asked as she pushed the girl's hands off of her. "Santana, think of what you're asking me to do, you're asking me to kill our friends."
Santana rolled her eyes, "they are not our friends, Quinn." The Latina calmly stated as the girl were back to staring at one another. A moment passed as both girls thought of what to say. Quinn sighed, "San-"
"I'm not telling you it's gonna be easy, Q." Santana cut Quinn off again, waiting a beat to make sure she had the blonde's attention before carrying on. "I'm telling you it's gonna be worth it. Trust me, you can't resist that rush you get during a kill and you know it." Santana was being very persuasive, she knew that the feeling was indescribable, the feeling of holding someone's life in your hands and then ripping it away. "If someone finds out, S." Quinn tried to argue. She felt guilty again and didn't know why. She didn't need to be apologising and feeling bad about not wanting to kill people, right?
"No one is gonna find out, silly." Santana smiled as she fingered the same golden curl in her fingers again. Quinn crossed her arms over her stomach and looking anywhere other than the Latina but she didn't pull away from her affection. "San, things are getting harder." Quinn looked down to the pavement as she wrapped her arms around herself tighter. Santana's wicked smile grew as used both hands to play with Quinn's golden curls. "The police are just making it more interesting and fun for us." She whispered as she ran her fingers through Quinn's hair.
Quinn was silent for a while as she let herself feel the calming affection of the girl playing with her hair. The blonde wished that it was Rachel and not this crazy girl she calls her best friend. She wished that she was wrapped up in Rachel's arms as they lie in bed falling asleep. Quinn knew the only reason she couldn't continue with her kill list was because of that girl, because of Rachel. Quinn wanted to be good for her, to be better for her. She may not have regretted the things she had done, but she did regret the pain she caused Rachel to feel due to them. Quinn wouldn't do it again. "No, Santana. I won't-"
Santana ripped her fingers from Quinn's hair and stepped forward so the girls were almost touching nose to nose. "If you say no one more time and I'm gonna march over to Berry's house and tell her everything before I slit her throat." Santana spat out viciously, giving Quinn her last warning.
"You wouldn't dare." Quinn challenged through her teeth clenched tight. Santana grinned and Quinn held her hands in fists by her side. "I'll rip your fucking head off before you have the chance to say her name." Unexpectedly, Santana stepped back and started clapping and smiling. Quinn watched her surprised at her action. "There's the attitude I was looking for!" Santana beamed as she continued clapping. Quinn jaw hung open at the Latina's attitude change. "Now let's go prepare for the next kill, sweetheart." Santana smiled and held her hand out for Quinn to take. The blonde just looked are her in complete awe. "You're fucking crazy," Quinn stared at the harrowing girl before her. The blonde didn't move, she was stunned, absolutely astonished by what had just happened before her eyes. Santana dropped her hand and smiled sweetly at the blonde's words. "Thank you," she whispered.
"Hey!" Quinn's attention was pulled to the unexpected call of a man's voice behind her. She whipped her body around alarmed and caught her breath as she found herself standing before a police officer. He was sitting in his car, the window rolled down and just staring up at the nervous blonde. "What are you doing?" He asked suspiciously. He watched Quinn stutter over her words. "I was just-we were-I-"
"We?" The confused officer asked as he looked around the street for another person. "Yeah," Quinn turned to Santana for help but she was gone. Quinn's eyes widened as she realised that Santana was no longer behind her, "where the fuck did she go?" she asked herself quietly. She shook her head as she realised that her 'friend' had left her take the heat alone. The blonde turned back to the officer, "I'm sorry, I'm just late getting home and you frightened me."
"Get in the car," The officer smiled softly. "I'll take you home." Quinn did as she was told and sat in the passenger side of the police car. I was only a few minutes' drive but the officer told Quinn that she needed to be in by the 9pm curfew every night and that it wasn't safe for a young girl to be walking the streets alone. She apologised and promised to be more careful and then got out of the car, he watched her walk to the door and let herself in before he drove off.
Quinn sighed against the door as she closed it, she was overcome with relief that the police officer hadn't suspected her of anything and just dropped her home, getting her away from the preposterous behaviour of Santana Lopez. She couldn't believe the things Santana had said the girl was insane.
"Quinn?" The blonde jumped at the call of her name from another room. "Is that you?" Sally asked before she turned into the hallway and spotting the blonde. "Thank God," she walked to Quinn and wrapped the girl in her arms, pulling the blonde into a tight hug. "You frighten the life out of me, you know that?" Quinn hugged her foster mom and smiled at the woman's true care for her, something she wasn't completely used to from adult role models in her life. "Don't ever be late again, okay? If you want to stay later take the car." Quinn felt remorseful; she didn't want to make Sally worry so much. "I'm sorry," she whispered and leaned back to look Sal in the eye, showing that her apology was genuine.
Sally smiled and kissed the blonde's forehead before letting her go from the hug, "I'm not punishing you anymore, Quinn." Sally smiled weakly; Quinn raised her brows in question. "You can do what you please, but I'm serious when I say you need to go to these counselling sessions. They will help you, Quinn." Quinn smiled not knowing how to reply and Sal just sighed. She kissed the blonde's forehead again, "goodnight," she smiled and returned to the living room.
Quinn walked upstairs to her room, pushing the door open she only just forced down her scream as she found none other than Santana Lopez laying on her bed smiling back at her. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Quinn whispered as she closed the bedroom door behind her and marched over to her bed, staring down at the still grinning Latina. "I come to help you plan our next kill, silly." Santana sat up and tapped the spot beside her for Quinn to sit down next to her.
Something within Quinn forced her to sit next to the girl. "Okay," she ducked her head and stared at her lap. "What?" Santana asked next to her, the Latina bit her lip to hold in her excitement as she waited for Quinn to explain herself. The blonde didn't lift her head when she answered her friend but instead just watched her hands hold each other on her lap, "I'll do it," she whispered. The blonde didn't know why she had the sudden change of mind but unexpectedly she had the overwhelming passion for a kill. She wanted to plan the next kill, she wanted to cross another name off the list, and she wanted to do this with Santana.
The girl's planned their next kill all night in hushed whispers, after hours of work the girl's sat at Quinn's desk, the blonde sitting on her seat and Santana leaning against the desk. The two girls smiled at each other before glancing at the name of their next victim on their list.
Mercedes Jones.
When Quinn woke up in the morning she was alone, which to her was strange because she was almost 100% sure that she and Santana had fallen asleep and the Latina had stayed the night. The blonde didn't bother questioning her best friend's whereabouts and decided not to mention anything to Sally when she went down stairs to eat breakfast; Sally had no clue that Quinn had a friend stay over and didn't mention anything about the Latina while they ate.
It was a usual day at school, Quinn and Santana's plan would activate in a few days and until then everything would be normal. Quinn picked Rachel up in the morning to drive them to school and only saw the girl during second period and lunch, after that she wouldn't see her until the end of the day. The blonde also hadn't seen Santana all day which didn't surprise her because it was like the girl had dropped out of school now so she didn't talk about and no one talk to her about it.
Quinn stood in the girl's toilets during her last lesson, watching herself in the mirror as she applied make-up on her cheeks. A sudden rush of anger hit her and she threw her stuff into her bag. The blonde inspected herself in the mirror and her mood changed from angry to sad, she felt guilty again and didn't know why. She sighed and picked up her bag, looking over herself one more time and deciding to go back to class. However, before her attention had left the mirror she heard voices and rushed to hide in the last toilet stall. She didn't know why she was hiding but she felt like she needed too, so she kept silent.
She identified the voices straight away: Mercedes and Kurt. They were discussing the killings, "Mr. Schuester had to shut down glee club, Kurt," Mercedes spoke. They both were standing in front of the mirrors examining their faces in the reflections. "The serial killer is targeting our glee club remember?"
Kurt scoffed and Quinn listened closer. "I'm telling you, I am sticking with my three suspects. I know one of them is the killer," Mercedes laughed and Quinn's heart started beating faster. "My first suspect, of course, is Sue Sylvester." Kurt stated and Mercedes laughed harder as she puffed up her hair. "Kurt, I know Sue wants to shut down the glee club but I don't think she's capable of killing the students to do it."
"You never know, she is crazy!" Kurt pulled some sort of cream out of his bag, putting some on his face and then handing it to the girl who copied his actions. They mixed the cream into their skin as they continued their inspection. "Second suspect: Jesse St. James. He had always hated this club and would do anything to win at Nationals."
"Hmm," Mercedes thought about the boy's accusation. "It's possible," smiled she looked Kurt and chuckled before turning back to the mirror. "Jesse is extremely competitive." Quinn listened to the pair gossiping standing ear to stall door waiting for the next name. "Third suspect," Kurt chirped, Quinn's hands were shaking with anticipation.
Please, don't be me. Don't be Santana. Don't think it's me. Quinn thought to herself as she waited in silence.
"Quinn Fabray." The blonde couldn't breathe as she heard her name be called as a suspect, she felt like crying. She heard Mercedes laugh louder at this name which made the blonde calm down a little. "Quinn Fabray? Are you freaking kidding me?" The pair were turned to each other now as Kurt tried to explain himself. "Yes, it makes perfect sense." Kurt stated in a giggle which made Quinn question if this was all actually serious.
"Think about it! She watched her family get butchered which fucked her up mentally leaving her disturbed in a cruel and inhumane world. She's fucking delusional and one day she just snaps, turning to homicide for a healthy therapeutic expression." Kurt smiled at the astonished Mercedes before him who just stands shaking her head from side to side. Quinn's heart was racing as the anger boiled in her veins. She wasn't scared at the boy's accusations anymore but livid at his explanation for suspecting Quinn. Holding herself back she listened to the other girl's response.
"Where do you come up with that shit?" Mercedes asked after a moment, the pair started packing their things away as they laughed. "What?" Kurt spat around his giggling and pushing creams into his bag. "That bitch has always been fucking psycho!" The pair left the restroom laughing together, leaving a furious Quinn behind.
"Fuck you both," The blonde said to herself in the abandoned restroom. Quinn gazed at her reflection as she spoke. "The plan starts tonight."
The blonde didn't inform Santana about the change of plan but instead decided she would do this kill alone. The blonde had told Rachel that she couldn't come over as she and Sal were spending time together. Rachel completely understood and told Quinn she would see her tomorrow. Quinn almost stopped her plan to kill the bitch Mercedes as she watched Rachel enter her house alone, but alternatively decided to stick to her kill.
After school Quinn rushed to her room to find her father's old gun stored under a loose floorboard with her black book full of information on each kill she and Santana had planned. Quinn thought about calling Santana and telling her to get ready but the two girls had decided that they would only speak about the kills in person just in case, so instead the blonde prepared alone.
At 6:30pm Sally was leaving for work, "Quinn!" she called up from the bottom of the stairs and waited for the blonde answer. Quinn appeared at the top of the stairs smiling down at her foster mother seconds later. "I'm going to work, see you later." Sally waved and Quinn returned the gesture shouting her goodbye as Sally walked out the front door. Quinn returned to her room to finishing packing her black backpack with all the things she would need to complete her kill.
The girl collected her things and walked to the kitchen downstairs. She took a bottle of water from the fridge before leaving the house and walking to her car. It was Tuesday which meant that Mercedes would be at the mall shopping with Kurt. The blonde checked her phone for the time as she turned the key to start her car, 6:47pm. Kurt and Mercedes would be finishing around about now. Kurt normally left earlier than Mercedes because the girl would go to find some tatter tots and Kurt's dad would come to pick him up.
Quinn arrived at the mall at 7:03pm, the exact time Mercedes walked out holding bags of shopping and pushing tatter tots into her mouth. The blonde drove her car through the car park and pulled up in front of the ignorant girl who carried on eating her tots. Quinn beeped her horn which frightened Mercedes and made her drop her tots to the floor.
"Fuck!" Mercedes yelled as she eyed her tots on the floor and looked up at the car stopped in front of her. "Quinn?" the girl said to herself as she watched her friend step out of her car with her blonde hair hidden completely under a grey beanie and dark sunglasses cover her eyes. The blonde smiled over the roof at her. "Get in," Quinn dropped her smile as she stared at the startled girl. Mercedes didn't move but just watched the blonde from the other side of the car. She swallowed the lump in her throat before she spoke up, "I-I'm good, thanks, Quinn. My car's just over there, I think-"
"Now, Mercedes." Quinn cut her off with a smile while Mercedes started breathing heavier. "Put your bags in the back seat." Quinn watched as Mercedes nodded and opened the back seat. She pushed her bags into the back and closed the door before getting into the passenger seat. Quinn smiled beside her as she pushed on the accelerator and drove out of the car park.
The girls sat in silence while Quinn drove, the radio playing music over their uncomfortable silence. Mercedes felt her pockets in search of her phone only to find she had left it in her bag in the back seat and she was too scared to reach of it. All of Kurt's accusations were now running through her head. After a few moments the girls were leaving Lima and Mercedes started to panic. "Quinn, where are we going?" Mercedes asked as she looked out her window watching the 'you are now leaving Lima, come back soon' sign disappear behind her. "You don't have to talk," Quinn said not taking her eyes off the road, Mercedes heart raced as she watched the blonde drive. She turned to look at how far away her bag was in the back seat.
"I just need to call my mom and tell her where I am," Mercedes reached for her bag not taking her eyes off Quinn who still didn't take her eyes off of the road. Just before Mercedes' hands reached the bag handle she felt a cold pressure on her chest. She froze and looked down to see Quinn holding a gun to her chest. "Sit up," Quinn commanded which Mercedes followed slowly with her eye glued to the gun. Her tears came all at once and she started sobbing.
"Q-Quinn," Mercedes muttered through her tears, "w-what are you d-doing?" Quinn's attention was still to the road as she held the gun in Mercedes direction. Quinn didn't answer but kept driving, after a few minutes Quinn pulled off the main road down a dark lane and Mercedes cried louder. "Quinn, please," she begged hold her hands together. Quinn pulled the car to a stop after driving far enough into the deserted lane and cut off the engine. She turned to Mercedes and smiled, "get out."
Mercedes was shaking as she tried to find the door handle behind her keeping her eyes to Quinn who just smiled as she copied the girl's actions. Mercedes closed the door and ripped open the back door diving for her bag to get her phone and phone for help. She was being dragged back by the painful pull of her hair before she grasped her phone on her hand. Quinn pulled her back and threw her to the floor; she pointed the gun to the girl's head who just cried into the dirt.
Quinn kicked her leg to gain her attention; Mercedes looked up through her tears and watched as Quinn aimed her gun in the direct above her into the open trees, "that way," the blonde said. Mercedes got to her hands and knees and crawled until Quinn pushed her foot on her back and forced her into the dirt. She screamed for help as Quinn pushed the gun against the back of her head. The blonde laughed at the girl in pity and pulled the trigger sending a bullet straight through Mercedes brain. The screaming and crying were silenced and Quinn just watched to make sure the girl was dead. After a moment of satisfying pleasure of her work Quinn walked to her car boot and pulled out a towel to clean the blood off her face and arms. Then she pulled the dead girl's bags out of the bag seat and dropped them to the side before driving back to Lima.
Seven down, six to go.