Fic: Leave Me Alone I'm Lonely
Chapter 52: At Last
Author: JR Boone
Rating: M for strong sexual themes and violence. Also I have the mouth of a sailor so every other word is a curse usually.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything having to do with it. I wish I did. LOL that would be awesome. It would be like The L Word only musical.
Author's Note: I am like Rachel Berry whereas she needs applause to live, I need reviews to write. So you review I go faster with this. Awesome huh? The song is "At Last" by Etta James. And if you've never heard it…well just…no! Go Youtube it now!
A/N: Dearest grammar Nazis. I love you. I really do. You are the people that keep the internet from descending into dark age chaos. Please for the love of god if I grossly misspell or use a word stop me. Correct me. Smack me upside the head with your metaphorical dictionary/thesaurus combo of vengeance. But please for the love of god lay off on the ideal/idea and hot/hott. I implore you. You are giving me a writer's complex that is making me concentrate more on the words then actually writing the story. Love always, J.R.


"I swear to god being this badass should be a crime," Santana said cockily as she tossed her, Rachel's, and Quinn's duffel bags to the floor and greeted the dogs that were jumping up and down in excitement.

"True that," Quinn giggled falling exhausted onto her bed.

"I'm just so amazed at how well we did!" Rachel gushed falling down next to the blonde. "Tonight we really showed everyone what our club can do when we are unified and prepared."

"Just keep saying the unified part when we start auditioning for Regionals pieces. Mercedes was already biting at the chomps about the solo," Santana said smirking as she plopped down on the other side of Rachel with Amy in her arms.

"Hey I'm a much better team player now," Rachel said hitting the girl's arm. "It's not my burden to bear that I'm just a more experienced performer and therefore will undoubtedly beat her in a fair aptitude based competition."

"The thing I love about you is that you're so modest," Quinn said laughing and rolling on to her side to face her girlfriends.

"That's the thing you love the most?" The diva teased raising a flirtatious eyebrow.

"Well amongst other things," Quinn said smirking as she leant down to kiss the girl only to let out a groan when her cellphone began to light up with a text.

"I'd lay down my autographed Amy Winehouse poster that this is Finn texting you," Santana muttered reaching over the side of the bed to extract the blonde's cellphone from her duffel bag. "And wouldn't you know," she growled tossing the phone to Quinn.

"What's it say?" Rachel asked looking at the device in the blonde's hand as if sheer will power would make it disappear.

"Hey Quinn, sorry about earlier with Rachel, I was just pissed. But look maybe you and me can hang out tomorrow and talk over lunch," Quinn read off in a monotone voice, rolling her eyes more than once.

"That boy is like a boomerang. Every time I get rid of him he comes back again," Santana growled angrily.

"Well to be fair. Finn does not realize that he is barking up the wrong tree so to speak," Rachel mused resting a comforting hand on Quinn's knee when she noticed a frown marring her delicate features.

"I think we need to tell the Club," Quinn sighed as she quickly responded to the boy with a simple 'Can't this weekend.'

"You sure Luce?" Santana said fixing the girl with a very serious expression. "That could very bad."

"I don't see any other way Tana," Quinn sighed. "They are going to find out anyways and Finn is not going to stop until he finds out."

"She has a point," Rachel mused from where she was still laying between her two girlfriends.

"Alright, if you're ready then we'll do it on Monday after Glee," Santana said reaching a hand across Rachel and setting it on Quinn's other knee.

"I am ready. I know what I want and this is the first time in my life that I'm actually happy. I don't want to have to hide that every minute of ever day," Quinn said smiling softly.

"Right then it is settled. Monday we'll tell the group," Santana said cheerily. "So what do we do now? Cause I'm so filled with adrenaline and not dopamine."

"It is really sexy when you use big words," Rachel giggled looking up at the Latina.

"You know it babe," Santana winked cockily.

"Hey San? You remember what we used to always do together after a big win? You know, before everything went to shit," Quinn asked shyly looking down at her hands.

"Of course I remember Q. You think I would ever forget that?"

"Okay," Rachel said looking back and forth between the two girls. "I forget sometimes that you two were frienimies for like ever, but you're going to have to clarify what ya'll are talking about, because I seriously doubt the two of you used to do what I'm thinking."

"You never know," Santana joked cockily licking her lips and winking.

"Wait what?" Rachel asked suddenly a little panicked.

"Chill baby," Quinn laughed poking the girl in the side. "Remember I was a 'good girl' then," the blonde said actually using finger quotes.

"Then what did you two do?"

"Well after we won any Cheerio competitions or even after a highly successful day of being badass the two of us would keep the adrenaline high going with junk food and gory slasher flicks," Santana said smiling fondly.

"Gory?" Rachel asked wrinkling her nose in distaste.

"Hey you love Silence of the Lambs," Santana defended.

"I do, but that is a completely different genre. I prefer tasteful thrillers and paranormal horror movies, not ones dedicated to reaching the highest kill count."

"Saw," Quinn supplied quickly.

"Which one?" Santana asked rapidly.

"Hello all of them," Quinn said rolling her eyes.

"I have a feeling I'm being outnumbered here," Rachel said crossing her arms and huffing petulantly.

"Welcome to the wonderful world of dating more than one girl," Santana chuckled poking the girl in her side.

"I dislike you both right now," Rachel grumbled.

"It's okay Rach, we won't make you watch gory movies with us," Quinn said sounding a little disappointed.

"Yah I mean it was our thing, but I guess it was a long time ago," Santana added pouting her lip out unintentionally.

Rachel sighed looking between her two girlfriends for a moment before shaking her head. "I'll go pop the popcorn," she said standing up and rolling her eyes when the two girls let out whoops and dived for Quinn's movie collection. "You two had better be prepared to do some serious coddling though!" Rachel yelled as she headed into the kitchen.

Two hours later found Rachel with her head buried in Quinn's neck and her nails digging into Santana's hands as the Cheerios cheered on the mass murderer painting the walls red with blood on the screen. "You two are horrible," Rachel grumped as she peaked out from her hiding spot only to bury her head in Charlie's shaggy fir.

"And you're dating us," Santana quipped as she tossed a piece of popcorn at the girl and chucked when the massive Rottweiler laying across them snapped it out of the air.

"I'm claiming temporary insanity," the diva said shaking her head as she untangled herself from the bed and slid off of it.

"Where are you going?" Quinn asked glancing away from the screen.

"Bathroom, don't worry you don't have to pause it," she said sarcastically as she leant over and pecked both girl's lips.

"But if we don't you're going to be lost," Quinn whined reaching for the remote.

"I'm sorry baby, I've been lost since the very beginning when that poor blonde girl got decapitated by her own bra," Rachel said kissing the girl once again before heading to the bathroom.

Less than a minute later she came running back into the living room and had implanted herself firmly under the covers with an almost earsplitting screech that made all the dogs beginning barking in defense of their ears. "What happened?" Santana yelled over the barking dogs as Quinn paused the movie.

"There was someone outside the window looking in," Rachel said cowering beneath the blankets.

"I'll go check," Santana said warily as she jumped off the bed and headed over the window, Derrick by her side protectively. "Rach I don't see anyone out there," Santana said looking around the front yard.

"That's because they're probably already in the house," Rachel managed to cry and whimper at the same time.

"All right," Quinn said turning off the t.v. and putting the remote on the side table. "I think that is enough horror movies for tonight."

"Do not patronize me Quinn Fabray," Rachel growled from the beneath the blankets as a tiny hand reached out and blindly slapped for the girl's leg.

"She's not patronizing you baby," Santana said shaking her head. "I'm sure you think you saw someone out there but you know the dogs would have been going crazy if there was someone prowling around the house."

"Really?" Rachel asked incredulously sticking her head out from under the covers. "I love them to death but they have become a little lack on the security since everyone moved in," she grumbled pointing to the mass of fir that was indeed now curled up in a literal dog pile at the end of the bed for emphasis. "And they're getting a little chubby."

"Well we were all kind of feeding them like two times a day for almost a month before we realized it," Santana said defensively as she scratched Derrick behind the ear.

"I was feeding them three times a day," Quinn admitted sheepishly and then balked at the incredulous stares she received. "What? I've never had pets."

"You are so cute," Santana said leaning over and kissing the blonde. "Alright back on track though, I think we are safe from crazy murderers for the night."

"It's kind of late anyways," Quinn yawned stretching out her back.

"You two are trying to distract me," Rachel humped indignantly.

"Would it make you feel better if we all slept in here tonight?" Santana asked, smiling inwardly at the hopeful expression that crossed Quinn's face.

"I suppose my odds would be better that way," Rachel admitted sleepily smiling up at the Latina when she to noticed the look on Quinn's face.

"So basically if murderer comes for us you're tripping me and Luce aren't you?" Santana joked sitting down on the bed as Derrick curled up next to his pack mates.

"Basically."

"So what about it Q? Mind sharing the bed?" Santana asked leaning her head on the blonde's shoulder.

"Do I mind sharing my bed with my two incredibly gorgeous new girlfriends? I don't know," the blonde said cocking her head to the side in mock consideration for all of a second before smiling widely. "I think I can squeeze you in."

"Gee thanks," Santana teased as she lied down on the bed and pulled the covers over herself.

"You're welcome," Quinn laughed as she crawled under the covers as well.

"I'm serious. If whoever was outside watching us comes in here you two had better protect me," Rachel grumbled as she curled up between her girlfriends.

"Goodnight Rachel," both Cheerios said in a sarcastic sing-song voice as they reached over and turned off the lamps on their respective sides.

Within minutes the three of them were asleep wrapped up in each other's arms.

No murderers came for them in their sleep. But outside on the dark street Stacy Johnson did slip into her car with a sadistically content smile on her face, carton of eggs completely forgotten. Revenge would be sweet.


"How's my champions?" Schue asked with a wide smile as he walked into Glee carrying their trophy.

"Boss as usual," Santana said cockily crossing her legs as she draped her arms over Rachel and Quinn's chairs.

"As usual," he said bowing shortly and smiling at the Cheerio. "You guys did amazing and I couldn't be prouder, but now we have to get on the road to Regionals."

"Where we undoubtedly will win again," Rachel said knowingly and earning a cheer from the rest of the group.

"Without a doubt," Schue said putting down his briefcase on top of the piano and taking a stool. "And I have the Regionals list right here."

"Well hot damn Mr. S, lay it on us," Artie called out as he high-fived Mike.

"Just a second, where's Finn?" Schue asked scanning the group curiously.

"Oh he had to stop off by Beiste's to ask her something about scholarships," Puck answered leaning back in his chair. "He said to go on and start without him and he'd get the fill from me later."

"Well I guess it won't hurt to go ahead and tell you guys the rules for Regionals this year. They seem to be sticking with themes this year," he said pulling a thick packet of papers out of his bag. "Regionals this year will require every school to bring a group number, a duet, and a solo; and the theme is covers."

"Just covers?" Kurt asked raising an eyebrow.

"Apparently we need to choose songs that have a distinctive music styling and then find a cover of it from a different genre."

"Well that seems easy enough," Dave said smiling from Rachel's other side.

"Not so fast guys," Blaine said wincing a little. "Covers are The Warblers specialties."

"And," Schue added. "The other school we're up against is Jacqueline Kennedy High. It's a new school and I know that they place a high emphasis on their extracurricular programs."

"I've heard that they all eat Wheaties for breakfast," Tina said shuddering in her seat.

"They're one of the schools we're competing against for Swim Sectionals on Wednesday," Rachel said biting her bottom lip, which quickly smoothed into a shy smile when Quinn reached across Santana's lap to squeeze her hand.

"What I'm saying is that even though we're not going against Vocal Adrenaline until Nationals we can't underestimate Regionals," Schue said seriously.

"Christ why can't we just go against the deaf kids and those old people again," Puck said shaking his head in disappointment.

"Because if we want to be the best we have to beat the best," Schue said pointedly.

"Alright Schue, way to get your Yoda on," Sam said smiling widely.

"Alright guys," he said chuckling. "No matter what we got this. I want you to all go home and consider the songs you would like to audition. And Brittany, Mike can I count on you two for choreography?"

"What does this have to do with the study of rocks?" Brittany asked cluelessly.

"He wants you and Mike to plan out the dances," Artie said kissing the girl on the cheek softly.

"Oh well why did he just say that? Why did you just say that?" She asked looking at Schue cluelessly.

"Um…I'm sorry?" Schue said shrugging his shoulders weakly before shaking his head. "Alright guys, so I know that this news might seem a little unsettling."

"Naw we still got this," Santana said smirking down at the joined hands in her lap.

"That's the attitude I want to hear," Schue said rubbing his hands together. "And it's exactly this week's lesson. I want you guys to pick some songs that express how good it felt to get that trophy without breaking a sweat. Sing about how happy you guys are!"

"I think he's running out of pages in his thought a day calendar," Santana whispered shaking her head.

"Mr. Schue I already have a song I would like to sing," Quinn said suddenly, releasing Rachel's hand with a soft smile as she stood up and smoothed out her Cheerios uniform.

"Already?" Schue asked smiling happily. "Well by all means take it away Quinn."

"Lately this song has just been on my mind," Quinn said softly as she let her eyes rest on Rachel and Santana a moment longer than anyone else in the group. "I think it expresses just how happy I am."


"Hey Finn," Stacy said sliding up next to the boy as he purposefully strode down the hall to Glee.

"Oh hey Stacy?" Finn said slowly as the door into the choir room came into sight. "I'm kind of in a hurry. Did you need something?"

"Oh Finn I just wanted to say I'm so sorry," Stacy said smirking as she stepped in between the boy and the door and leant against it with her arms crossed confidently.

"Um…sorry about what?" He asked scratching his head as he heard Schue talking about this week's assignment.

"It's just not fair that a guy as great as you are as lost yet another girl to Santana," She said shaking her head sadly.

"What are you talking about?" Finn said furrowing his brow and snapping his full attention to the ex-cheerio.

"It just seems wrong," Stacy sighed.

"What seems wrong?" Finn demanded, his face beginning to redden.

"Why I'm talking about Santana of course…and Quinn."

"You don't know what you're talking about," Finn said angrily, his voice tented with frustration and confusion. "Santana is with Rachel."

"Yes and," Stacy said raising her eyebrows and smirking. "She is also with Quinn. The three of them are together."

"Bullshit," Finn snapped defensively. "Rachel would never do that."

"I'm sorry Finn," Stacy said, her voice betraying the sentiment as it dripped with excitement. "Just listen and look," she said stepping aside and pointing into the room.

Finn stared at the girl for a second before cautiously stepping towards the door and peering in. As if on que Quinn nodded towards the band and began softly singing, her eyes glued to Rachel and Santana who looked back at the girl with unchecked attraction.

At last…my love has come along,

My lonely days are over,

And life is like a song.

Stacy leant up against the opposite wall as her eyes greedily drank in the vision before her. As every word left Quinn's mouth Finn's face turned redder and his body began to tremble as he watched the two brunettes watching Quinn intently, a red blush creeping lightly across their tanned skin for an entirely different reason.

Oh yah, at last…the skies above are blue,

My heart was wrapped up in 00000,

The night I looked at you.

Inside the room Quinn's hazel eyes shown with mistiness as she concentrated on making every word of the song heard and understood, Rachel and Santana could feel their hearts begin to flood with love for the girl, and around them the group let out small sighs of contentment as their heads rested on their significant others.

Outside the room Finn's breathing had became ragged as the neurons in his brain began firing off information to his body. It seemed as if a light bulb was flickering on and off as he struggled to fully understand what he was seeing. Had be been clearer headed he might have seen the love shining brightly in the girl's eyes, but at the moment he was as far from clear headed as he had ever been. All he could see was the look on Santana's face, one of pure happiness that he was unable of feeling.

Stacy watched from behind the boy, poised like a praying mantis waiting to strike.

I found a dream that I could speak too,

A dream that I can call my own,

I found a dream that I can press my cheek to,

A thrill that I have never known.

As Quinn wailed out the song with everything she had in her petite body Finn's hand tighten roughly around the door handle. The group was so entranced by the show of acoustic power and vulnerability pouring out of Quinn that they didn't even hear the door being pushed open, nor did they notice Finn walking into the room slowly.

Oh yah-yah you smile, smile,

Oh and then the spell was cast,

And here we are in heaven,

For you are mine, at last!

Quinn finished the song with an uncharacteristic show of power, her pale face turning red as she held the last note in a feat of Rachel Berry like strength. The group was on their feet cheering before she could catch her first breath and she was instantly swooped up in Rachel and Santana's arms to be congratulated.

"Way to get your Etta James on Quinn!" Mercedes cheered high-fiving the blonde over Rachel's shoulder.

"Quinn I had no idea your voice had such power," Schue said giddily as he clapped for the Cheerio.

"I just had to find the right inspiration," Quinn said smiling shyly as her breath began to even out.

"Well pass me some of that inspiration girl," Blaine said fist bumping her.

"What's your secret Quinn?" Schue asked happily.

"Well it's actually kind of something we wanted to tell the group about, but we want to wait for Finn," Quinn answered hugging Rachel and Santana to her sides.

"We?" Schue asked cocking his head to the side.

"Her, Rachel, and Sluttana," Finn growled angrily, causing the entire group to freeze in spot and look warily to the boy, who had seemed to materialize next to them.

"What the hell bro?" Puck asked carefully eyeing the boy's tightened fists.

"Finn please," Rachel said meekly to the furious jock.

"Don't fucking please me!" Finn roared causing the tiny diva to flinch back into her girlfriend's arms as she took in familiar rage filled eyes.

"Don't fucking yell at her," Santana shouted angrily at the boy.

"Finn you need to go calm down," Quinn pleaded as she and Santana stepped in front of Rachel protectively.

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do," he barked once sending the blonde an angry glare before turning the full power of his hate towards Santana. "It wasn't enough for you was it?" He shouted.

"This has nothing to do with you Finn," Santana said trying to keep her voice calm as she moved in front of Quinn as well.

"Oh bull fucking shit! First you had to take the person that I was in love with away from me and now this! Tell me you fucking whore! How long after you realized I was still interested in Quinn did you wait till getting in her pants too?"

"Finn she's telling the truth, this has been going on long before that," Quinn defended quickly.

"You expect me to believe that shit! Santana is a bitch who gets pleasure out of hurting people Quinn! You know that!"

"Stop Finn!" Quinn yelled angrily side stepping the Latina and glaring at the enraged boy. "This has been building for a long time. Just let us explain."

"Explain what! How that slut managed to dupe you into this the same way she duped Rachel!"

"Goddamnit Finn it's not what you think!"

"Then what is it Quinn!" Finn roared stepping forwards only to be held back by Puck and Mike, who like the rest of the group was slowly starting to catch onto the issue at hand.

"I've been in love with Rachel since Freshmen year!" Quinn screamed, her pale face turning red and her eyes lighting up with fury that made Finn stumble backwards with surprise.

"What?" He asked almost softly, his voice tinged with frustrated confusion.

"I've loved Rachel since Freshmen year, before I even met you," Quinn explained, her voice dropping almost to a whisper.

"That…that's not true," Finn said shaking his head and closing his eyes. "You hated her."

"No Finn…I didn't hate her. All this time…I've loved her," Quinn said cautiously stepping forwards and softly brushing off Santana's protective hand.

"What…what about Santana?" Finn asked dejectedly, his voice reigniting with anger as he tried to process the information.

"That…it just happened Finn. We all just happened," Quinn said softly.

"Things like that just don't happen Quinn! You don't decide one day that you want to date two people at the same fucking time," Finn said backing up against the wall in denial.

"But it did," Quinn answered stepping forwards until she was feet away from the boy. "We weren't looking for it, it just happened. The three of us became more."

"We fell in love," Santana supplied in a whisper, her eyes and Rachel's staring intently into the back of Quinn's head, hoping their message was heard.

And it was. Inside Quinn felt fireworks exploding in her chest, but she kept her face stoic and calm as she inched towards the boy. "I'm sorry Finn. I know this hurts you. But I promise you, we didn't do this to hurt you."

"I need to leave," Finn snapped breathlessly. And then not sparing anyone in the room a second glance he was gone.

The group stood in silence and the seconds ticked by until Rachel and Santana simultaneously moved towards their girlfriend and wrapped their arms around her. "We love you Quinn," Rachel whispered kissing the girl's cheek.

"I love you both too," Quinn whispered before the three turned around to face the stunned group.

"Did we just understand that right?" Kurt asked clearing his throat and looking at the three girls.

"I think ya'll probably got the gist of it," Santana said weakly shrugging her shoulders.

"When? How?" Schue asked cluelessly as he dropped into a chair and was followed by everyone with the exception of Brittany and Dave who went to stand by the girl's as they walked to the front of the room.

"Like she said," Rachel said ringing her hands slowly. "It just kind of happened."

"So…the three of you are together then?" Puck asked cocking his head to the side.

"Yes," Quinn replied nodding her head sternly.

"And…how does that work?" Mercedes asked rather awkwardly.

"It just does?" Santana said weakly.

"So like all together?" Puck asked sounding slightly in shock.

"Yah…all together Puck," Santana said rolling her eyes.

"They're kind of like the three really hot musketeers," Brittany chirped, her bubbly voice serving to break everyone out of their spell and a rain of questions to fall down upon them.

"Okay whoa!" Santana said holding up her hands and silencing the group. "Look I know this is…a lot to deal with. We wanted to tell you guys in a much calmer explanative way, but obviously that didn't work out."

"I'll say," Lauren supplied rolling her eyes and popping Puck in the back of the head, much to the boys protest.

"What was that for?" Puck asked indignantly.

"Stop imagining the three of them getting it on," Lauren said shaking her head.

"Can you blame me?" Puck mumbled slouching down in his seat.

"Alright kids," Kurt said crossing his legs and addressing the rest of the group. "Last time a bomb was dropped on us like this we all ended up with metaphorical egg on our face when Pezberry turned out to be real, so in order to protect my new Dolce and Gabbana blazer I'm going to vote that we rather awkwardly just accept this. All in favor?"

"Here?" The group answered in a mix of confusion, shock, and mild arousment.

"Right with that settled how exactly are you three expecting to survive the storm heading your way when the student body finds out that three fourths of the school's ruling leaders are making the beast with two…three backs?" Kurt asked looking at the girls.

"Actually we want to keep this in the Club right now. We just didn't want to lie to you guys," Santana said grabbing both of her girlfriend's hands.

"Well then it stays in here," Mercedes said still looking a bit shocked.

"Thank you Cedes," Quinn said bowing her head slightly.

"We've got your backs," Puck said confidentially.

"Thank you Noah," Rachel answered smiling at the jock.

"No problem Jewish Princess," the boy said winking as he stood up from his chair.

"Where are you going Puck?" Schue asked as the boy began walking towards the door.

"I'm gonna go talk to my boy Hudson."

"Noah," Rachel said stepping forwards and resting a small hand on the boy's bicep.

"Don't worry Rach, I'll talk to him. It'll be okay, he's pretty smart when he needs to be."

"Thank you," Rachel said leaning up on her toes and placing a soft kiss on the boy's cheek.

"I think it's time we all go home and erm think about this," Schue said awkwardly grabbing his briefcase.

"It just keeps getting better and better around here," Kurt said rolling his eyes and hugging the girls once before he followed the rest of the group out.

"So ladies…home?" Dave asked shrugging his shoulders lightly.

"Definitely home," Santana nodded as they headed towards the door with Brittany in tow.

"I think that went well," the bubbly blonde said happily as she linked an arm through Dave's.

"Well Finn didn't throw anyone into a wall so yah altogether not that bad," Santana said shaking her head and holding Rachel and Quinn both a little tighter as the five exited the Glee Room.

"Awe shame, I was counting on that," Stacy said suddenly from where she was leaning up against the wall filing her nails.

"Oh I should have fucking known," Santana growled stepping quickly towards the girl.

"Uh-uh Sluttana," Stacy said quickly holding up a piece of paper in the girl's face. "This is an article that is going to be handed over to Jewfro by yours truly if you lay a finger on me."

"What the fuck is this?" Santana snapped pulling the paper out of the ex-cheerio's hands and scanning it quickly.

"Oh just a lovely article informing the school that their fearless leaders are fucking each other silly," the girl said smirking as she took back the paper.

"Fuck you Stacy," Quinn growled fixing her with her best HBIC glare.

"Oh please that doesn't work on me Q. At least not after I've seen the softer side of the HBIC," Stacy teased pouting her lips mirthfully. "You guys want to know the great thing? No?" She asked looking between Santana and Quinn. "I originally went to your house to egg it the other night. How pathetic is that? But I just happened to peek in the window and what did I see? You three of course. Revenge is sweet, or it will be when I tell the entire school what perverts the three of you are."

"What do you want Johnson?" Quinn snapped stepping into the girl's face after making sure Dave and Brittany were in front of Rachel.

"Oh calm down Captain," Stacy chuckled. "I just want my life back, the life that you two and that tranny back there took from me."

"Watch your fucking mouth!" Quinn shouted at the same time Santana did.

"No you watch you mouth Preggo. I want back on the Cheerios by tomorrow or I'm going wide with what I saw."

"No one will believe you," Santana sneered angrily.

"Please, you know how this school is. I could say you three were secretly witches and those morons would believe me. Now like I said I want back on the Cheerios and as an added bonus I want both of you and your little faggot spawn back there to publicly apologize to me in the Quad for kicking me off in the first place."

"I said watch your fucking mouth!" Quinn screeched making the girl actually back away for a second before smoothing out her shirt and slipping by them. "I'll expect my uniform in the morning," she called over her shoulder as she walked down the hall.

"Fuck!" Santana roared as her fist connected with the locker Stacy had just been standing in front of.

"Baby calm down," Quinn said resting a hand on her shoulder and nodding towards Rachel whose face was pale and body was trembling slightly in Brittany's arms.

"I'm sorry Rachel," Santana said pulling the girl towards them.

"It's okay, it's just been a bad day," she sighed as her tense muscles loosened.

"You know we wouldn't let anyone hurt you right?" Quinn said staring into the girl's chocolate eyes.

"I know," the diva whispered as her girlfriends pulled her into a hug.

"Well that is rather touching," Sue Sylvester barked as she appeared out of nowhere in front of the girls, making both Dave and Rachel squeak in surprise.

"How goes it Coach?" Santana asked grimacing at the rather incredulous look on the woman's face.

"Well seeing how I have just discovered that Barbara here has managed to turn another one of my Cheerios into a love sick puppy I have been better."

"I…I'm sorry?" Rachel asked grimacing apologetically.

"Don't be sorry Barbara. As annoying as you are I find myself admiring you as well. If we could bottle your latent Sapphic powers into a weapon we might be able to win the war with Canada," the Coach said sternly, earning what the fuck looks from everyone, even Brittany. "But all that aside what do my Co-Captains plan to do about Johnson?"

"We…we don't know Coach," Quinn said weakly to the woman.

"Of course you don't," Sue said rolling her eyes. "Barbara you're the intelligent head on this three headed lesbian correct?"

"Um…"

"Tomorrow at six a.m. I'm planning on bringing in my trained blood hounds to sniff for the Tater Tot menace. Any student found with them in their locker will be subjected to public ridicule on my locally broadcast news corner."

"Uh…okay?" Rachel asked looking at the woman cluelessly.

"Jeckle and Hyde are retired Police Dogs that used to sniff for drugs. If they were to find any drugs while searching for the deep-fried devil…well then that student would be expelled instantly."

"Erm," Rachel stumbled for words for a second before the proverbial light went off in her head. "Oh…oh!" She said quickly.

"Glad to see you have caught on," the woman said smiling widely before throwing the brunette a spare set of school keys. "I hope you and Lopez drown at the ill-conceived joke of a Swim Sectional on Thursday," she said narrowing her eyes before almost disappearing into thin air.

"That woman is creepy," Dave said shaking his head as he dislodged his nails from Brittany's arm.

"Hey guys…what did I miss?" Cliff asked cautiously as he turned the corner and walked down the hall to the group.

"I'm not sure because we all missed it as well. What the hell was that Rachel?" Santana asked looking at her girlfriend curiously.

"I think it was Coach Sylvester helping us," Rachel said slowly before pulling out her phone and striding down the hall. "Eagle Wire this is Star Bright…I have a favor to ask."

"Do you ever think maybe you don't really know who you're living with?" Cliff asked cluelessly.

"Can I have a code name too?" Brittany asked happily as she began pushing the stunned group down the hall. "Can it be Twinkle Toes?"


The next day three things happened.

Stacy Johnson was found to be in possession of over a pound of crack cocaine at six a.m. before the rest of the students even arrived. Anything she did say after her subsequent arrest was written off as the delusional ramblings of a crack head.

Rachel Berry shrugged her shoulders and reminded her girlfriends that she did know where crack houses were, so it was only logical that she knew where crack itself was. And if she was willing to send a girl to a crack house to protect her voice, what made them doubt she would be willing to send a girl to military school for her love life.

Finn Hudson did not come to school.