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Chapter Eleven,

Quinn finds herself standing awkwardly at the door to Rachel's apartment, unsure how she should proceed considering how she left. Does she still have the right to use the key or should she knock and give Rachel the choice whether she wants her to come in or not. In the end Quinn decides to simply use the key.

Inside she finds Rachel in her kitchen, preparing herself some dinner. Rachel stares at her blankly for a moment, her eyes red and puffy from crying, before she moves forward and embraces Quinn tightly.

"Thank god. I was so worried" Rachel mumbles weakly into Quinn's chest.

Quinn allows herself a sigh of relief at the brunettes reaction as she returns the embrace. Suddenly Rachel pulls away from the embrace an angry expression now on her face as she slaps Quinn right on the cheek.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was!" Rachel shrieks "I thought you were dead".

"I'm sorry" Quinn mutters guiltily, bring her hand up to her stinging cheek. "Can't say I didn't deserve that".

Rachel turns away from Quinn as the tears build up again in her eyes. Quinn hesitates for a second before moving up and embracing the vulnerable girl from behind.

"Why won't you talk to me?" Rachel sobs out.

"I told you. I'm scared"

"And I told you I'm not going anywhere" Rachel tells her, turning in Quinns embrace to face the girl. "I chose to get involved when you told me you were an ex-con. I chose to stay when I found out about your drug habit. This isn't going to change anything, I…" She hesitates at her last words.

"I don't deserve to you" Quinn states sadly.

Nothing more is said for the moment. They just stand there in the middle of Rachel's living room holding each other. Soon holding turns to kissing, kissing turns to touching and soon they find themselves entangled together on Rachel's bed in passion.

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The girls lay side by side in the aftermath of their love making, both girls deep in thought.

"Me and Santana are drug dealers" Quinn blurts out suddenly

Rachel remains silent, she just shifts her position to face her, letting Quinn know she's listening and wants her to continue.

"Not just small amounts, we make a lot of money and deal with some dangerous people" Quinn checks Rachel's reaction, the brunette just looks at her expectantly, wanting her to continue.

"Thing is we're good at it and that makes our supplier both jealous and nervous. He decided we are a threat to his potion so he tried to have us killed".

"How dangerous is this man". Rachel asks, breaking her silence.

Quinn contemplates how honest she should really be but decides there's no point sugarcoating it at this point.

"Very, but I'm taking care of it. I don't stand alone".

"I don't like the sound of that. More people will just get hurt, can't you just walk away".

Quinn laughs "The chance to walk away has long past. It's nothing I can't handle.

Rachel doesn't respond, she just snuggles closer to Quinn, taking the comfort it brings while she can.

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Brittney offered for her to have another night or two off but Quinn needs something to keep her mind occupied and so she finds herself walking into 'Brits' at nine to start her shift. She is approached by Brittney not long after taking her post behind the bar.

"How's Santana going?" Brittney asks in concern

"Still unconscious but she'll pull through. She's tough".

Quinn continues with preparing her workstation for her shift while Brittney hovers awkwardly. After a few minutes Quinn quirks her eyebrow towards the blonde, silently asking what she wants.

"Jaxx told me what it's all about. Is this going to affect your supply?" Brit asks.

"Look Brit, I appreciate all you've done for me but the deal was your a silent partner. It's not your business". Quinn tells her, maybe a bit harsher than she intended.

Brittney looks hurt for a second before shrugging it off, turning on her heels and bounding a way a with her usual enthusiasm. Quinn just turns back to the task at hand, preparing for the inevitable rush.

Just as Quinn expected, a few hours later, once the rush had died down she is approached at the bar by Jaxx. Quinn places a cold beer in front of him without being asked and leans on the bar towards him expectantly. He takes a long drink before responding.

"Miguel Ortiz". Jaxx begins, sliding a piece of paper across the bar "Affiliated with the Latin Kings in NYC. He came to America in 1998, has ties to a particularly nasty drug cartel down in Mexico. We're talking a good 80% of the cartels imports in this city come through this guy. He's a real heavy guy, how exactly did you manage to piss this him off".

Quinn is shocked she knew he was a big player but she had no idea he ran this deep. Like all people Quinn had heard about the brutality of the cartels, on the upside it gave Quinn an idea.

"Perfect"

Jaxx looks at Quinn like she's lost it.

"You said you have no love for the Mexican's. I have a plan but I need your help".

"Mexican gangbangers are one thing, Mexican drug cartels are a whole different ball game".

"I'm not talking about taking on the cartel, I'm talking about taking out one guy who started this. The cartels understand brutality, I plan to show them brutality" Quinn explains seriously "Besides, with your help I can offer them something he can't".

"And what's that?" Jaxx asks, his interest piqued.

"High quality weapons, they're fighting a war down there right? I'm gonna take Miguel's supply line from right underneath him".

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The next afternoon Quinn gets a call from Santana's mother telling her that Santana was awake. She drives Santana's car to the hospital and twenty minutes later she walks into Santana's hospital room to see her best friend with tubes everywhere. Quinn didn't think it was possible to see the usually tough fiery Latino looking so frail.

Santana greets Quinn with a weak smile. The doctors informed Quinn before entering that she is still very weak and shouldn't strain herself.

"Hey" Quinn greets gently, taking the seat next to the bed.

"What happened" Santana rasps out, sounding even weaker than she looked.

"That bitch you were seeing was paid to set you up. Miguel took a hit out on both of us. I found the guy who shot you and took care of him, and we're now entering a war with Miguel".

"Dammit" Santana mumbles attempting to sit up.

Quinn immediately rushes to Santana's side, gently pushing her chest to get her to lay back down.

"Jesus Christ! You just had spinal surgery you gotta take it easy".

"No you don't understand who Miguel is. He'll kill you, chop you up into little pieces like it's nothing. I know him I gotta talk to him". Santana says desperately.

"He tried to kill both of us Santana, the time for talking is passed. I got it covered, you just worry about getting better". Quinn assures her.

Quinn can see Santana's eyes getting heavy as he fights consciousness, the excitement obviously being too much for her in her weakened state.

"I just stopped by to make sure your OK, you just focus on getting out of here".

With that Quinn leaves her to rest. On the way out she runs into Puck on his way into visit Santana, they stand there awkwardly for a few moments, both unsure of what to say.

"I'm sorry" Puck says, breaking the silence. "It was just a shock, I over reacted. We go way back, I'm not gonna leave you alone with this. Tell me when and where and me and they boys will be there, I got your back 100%".

"Thanks" Quinn says warmly with a smile, glad that Puck wasn't going anywhere, it felt like a weight was lifted from her shoulders.

"How is she?" Puck asks changing the subject.

"Awake. She's pretty tired, but she'll be alright".

"Well I better" Puck mumbles, motioning towards the door.

"Yea, umm, I got something in motion I'll call you soon with the detail".

With that they say their goodbyes and Quinn makes her way out of the hospital.

"Quinn Fabray?" Quinn hears an authoritative voice call out.

She turns to find two uniformed police officers walking towards her.

"Fuck" she mutters to herself as she braces herself for what is coming.

"Miss Fabray, we just needed to ask you a few questions about the incident involving your 'friend" The shorter of the two cops tells her.

Quinn rolls her eyes, not missing the way he said 'friend'. Criminal accomplice is what he really meant. The officer takes Quinn silence as a go ahead.

"Where were you at the time of the incident?" He asks, pulling out a pen and paper.

"Fucking my girlfriend" Quinn answers bluntly.

"And she will confirm this?" He asks unaffected by Quinn's crass answer. After taking Rachel's details he continues.

"You and the victim met in prison correct?"

"You already know that, let's not waste our time with stupid questions". Quinn responds, clearly not happy having to be talking to the authorities.

"Do you have any idea why someone would target Miss Lopez?"

"Why the fuck would I know that?" Quinn barks, getting fed up with this whole tirade.

"No need for the hostility ma'am, we're only asking questions. Now do you recognise this man?".

The officer hands Quinn a small wallet sized photo depicting the man she had tortured and killed. She shakes her head in the negative.

"His name is Thomas White, witness reports say he was the shooter, but he has since disappeared. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"

"No I don't and if you don't mind I have to go home to get ready for work" Quinn says with confidence.

Quinn only gets a few steps away before the cop calls out to her again.

"I'm sure you parole officer wouldn't be happy to know you're associating with known criminals. Be careful who you hang with Miss Fabray, we'll be watching. Have a good night".

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Surprising nothing happens over the next twenty four hours and with Santana out of commission Quinn decides she needs to finally get her license. Which is why she finds herself walking into the DMV as soon as the doors open at 9am.

It's a full day event and after waiting in line, doing a driving test and hours more waiting in line Quinn walks out a licensed driver. Hoping in Santana's car, she begins to drive aimlessly thinking of what to do with the rest of her day.

After a few blocks Quinn notices an El Camino that she swears she seen before trailing her from a few car spaces back. To be sure it's not just her paranoia kicking in she begins doing circles around the block. After a few laps it becomes clear that she is being followed. She places a call to Puck.

Twenty minutes later she turns into an alleyway, and sure enough thirty metres or so behind her the El Camino follows. Once the car is halfway down the alleyway Quinn abruptly applies the brakes and begins to reverse, before the driver can react Puck pulls up behind him, blocking the exits.

Like clockwork Puck and three of his boys jump out, guns out, pointed at the vehicle while Quinn does the same to the front of the vehicle. Realising their predicament the two men in the car raise there hands in surrender. After disarming and binding the two men Puck approaches Quinn.

"It's obvious who sent them, what do you want to do with them?"

"We can't show any weakness right now, they have to die". Quinn tells him, apprehensive about Pucks reaction.

Puck sighs not looking too happy "You're right, I'll take care of them and burn the car. You go rest up Quinn, you're looking a bit run down".

"I don't have the luxury of rest right now" Quinn confesses, running her hands through her hair wearily "This should be over soon though then I'm taking a fucking vacation".

The both laugh at this before Puck returns to his boys. They gag their captives and puts them in the trunk of their own car. One of the boys who came with Puck jumps in the driver's seat and both cars drive off, one never to be seen again.

Quinn followed not far behind, thinking enough is enough it's time for a preemptive strike. So she decides to go see Jaxx to iron out the details of her plan.

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