Please remember that no one on Rachel's side is a good person. They're all just moderately better when it comes to morals and what not. Someone dies in this one. There is an uncomfortable, brief moment of a guy being a creep.

D19

Finn refused to accept the fact that Rachel was gay. He ranted, raved, and blamed Santana for tainting his future girlfriend. There were so many things wrong with his comments that most of the club, including Quinn, felt uncomfortable. Santana, however, stayed in her seat and ignored him for the most part. Certain statements got under her skin, but Santana learned a long time ago to breathe through her anger to stay calm. Unfortunately, Finn always knew how to twist the knife a little deeper.

"Look, there's no way you actually care about someone other than yourself. You're a slut, and all you focus on is who your next fuck will be. You're vain, self-centered, and care more about how you look than anything else. I mean, that's why you got the boob job, right? Why can't you just admit that you're pranking Rachel and save us the drama."

Santana looked up slowly. The boob job was for her safety, not for any of the multitude of reasons the rest of the school created in their sick and twisted minds. Many of them thanks to Quinn. After a few tense minutes, Santana turned her gaze to the floor. The neon yellow elephant created by Finn stomped and ran around the room, trying to steal the attention of anyone it could, but people were steadfast in their avoidance. Finn, however, decided to go for the kill.

"Rachel was supposed to be mine, and you took her from me!"

Santana growled and got to her feet. "I didn't take anything from you as she is not an object. If you even think of interfering in our relationship, I'll stick a pin in you and deflate your puffy ass."

"See? That's what I mean! There's no way someone like Rachel could ever be interested in you."

"Careful," she warned.

"Or what? Huh? You gonna beat me up like you did that guy earlier?" he mocked, folding his arms. "I'd like to see you try. I'm bigger, stronger, and I hit back."

"You are tap-dancing on thin ice and close to spending the rest of your life in a hospital bed."

"I'm only saying what everyone else is thinking. You don't care about her!"

Santana's temper flared, and she snapped, "And you do? You treat her like a damn prize when she is so much more than that. I'm not with her because I'm trying to show people I've changed. I'm with her because I love her. The I want to marry her and have a bunch of crazy kids running around our house kind of love. I shouldn't have to defend myself to you or anyone else in this fucking club. I…" Santana ground her teeth. "Just sit down and shut up. Because if you say another word, the janitorial staff will have to scrape your remains off the walls," she said.

Finn clenched his fists. The two shared a look, a million words passing between them, and Santana knew it wasn't over. Finn wouldn't give up on Rachel, and neither would Santana. Mr. Schue walked in and clapped his hands. The neon elephant retreated into its corner and slowly grew in size.

Rachel entered the room moments after Mr. Schue. He'd already written 'New Beginnings' on the board.

"Oh, good, you're here. I was just about to ask about you," he said.

"I was with Coach Sue."

"Not a problem. Go on and sit down. I was just about to ask if anyone has a song for today."

Rachel un-tucked her shirt and took off her blazer before she sat down. She stretched out her legs and leaned into Santana. Mr. Schue looked at her expectantly.

"Oh, I don't have song," she said.

"What?"

"I don't have a song today. I might on Wednesday."

"You don't… want to sing?" he asked.

"No, sir."

There was silence.

"Okay. Uh, does anyone else have a song? Except Santana, you're still on probation from your stunt the last time."

"I regret nothing."

No one else but Finn raised their hands.

"Alright then." Mr. Schue gestured to Finn. "Floor's yours."

"Thanks, Mr. Schue." Finn went over to Brad and whispered the song in his ear. Then he lumbered to the center of the room. He smiled crookedly at Rachel. "This one's for you."

"You've got to be joking," Santana muttered.

The opening chords to Treat You Better started, and Finn tapped the beat out on his thigh as he sang. He gestured to Rachel, that crooked grin stuck on his face, and Rachel felt Santana tremble beside her. She moved into Santana's lap. She waited until her eyes were on her.

"Hi," she whispered. "You with me?"

Santana nodded and leaned her forehead on hers. She kissed her softly on the lips and Finn faltered in his song.

"Wait, Finn, don't!" Brittany shouted.

Finn tugged Rachel off Santana's lap and she fell to the floor. Puck leaped over two rows and tackled Finn to the ground. Santana helped Rachel off the floor while Puck yanked Finn up by the collar.

"Puck, let him go," Mr. Schue ordered.

"You put your hands on her again, and I'll break your fucking jaw, you hear me?" Puck shook Finn when he didn't respond. "I said, do you hear me?"

"I said, let him go!"

"Not until he apologizes."

Finn tried to knock Puck off, but Puck was a lot stronger than Finn. Puck raised his fist and was about to punch Finn when Rachel grabbed his arm. He spun around and looked at her. She cocked an eyebrow. Puck glanced back at Finn, then he huffed and got to his feet. Rachel released her grip on him and jerked her head to where Sam and Brittany stood off to the side. Mr. Schue helped up Finn.

"Now, I don't know what that was about, but Puck you were way out of line," Mr. Schue scolded.

"Tell that to your golden boy," Puck spat.

"Puck." Rachel glared at him. "Enough."

He ducked his head and shoved his hand into his pockets. Brittany squeezed his shoulder. Mike cleared his throat and caught everyone's attention.

"I think maybe we should cancel practice today," he said. "There's been way too much drama for us to do any type of performance."

"Mike's right," Kurt said.

"This has been a lot for one meeting," Blaine said, shifting uncomfortably at the admission.

"Maybe we can try again on Wednesday. There's no need in sticking around today," Mercedes grumbled.

"So, we're on the same page?" Mike asked. "No practice today?"

Everyone nodded, and though Mr. Schue tried to get a hand on things, the entire club started packing. Rachel noticed Quinn staring at Santana, something swirling in those green eyes, and she blocked her vision. Quinn sneered and got to her feet. She left the room behind Kurt and Blaine. Mr. Schue gave up and moved Finn into his office, whispering in his ear. Once they were alone, Rachel turned to Puck.

"Don't ever do that again."

"He touched you!"

"I'm well aware," she growled. "But it's one thing to go after some no-named jock. Going after Finn is bad news. He's the golden boy of the school. Even Figgins likes him. I don't want you getting suspended or expelled over him. Am I clear?"

Puck glowered and clenched his fists.

"Am. I. Clear?" she hissed, grabbing his shirt.

Puck stepped out of the grip and nodded.

"Go home."

Puck brushed past her without another word. Brittany jogged after him once she had permission from Rachel.

"That wasn't fair."

"Excuse me?"

"Puck was only doing what any of us would've done. You should've handled that better. You left. You weren't in here when Finn was saying some pretty fucked up things about you and Santana. If it wasn't Puck, it would've been me or Britt." Sam gave her a look. "You need to apologize to him."

Rachel stormed out of the choir room. Santana and Sam shared a look before heading out after her. They managed to catch up with her, and they were halfway down the hall when they noticed Puck and Brittany talking to Tina near Rachel's locker. Tina noticed them first and pushed off the locker. Puck refused to look at Rachel and went to the other side of the hall.

"Tina, I'm surprised you aren't with Mike," Rachel said.

"He's outside. Did my Uncle talk to you?"

"Uncle?"

"Wynman."

"That was your Uncle?"

"In theory. Let's just say he made a lasting impression on my father."

"You two want to fill in the blanks?" Santana asked.

Tina smirked and tapped the side of her nose with a wink. "Sometimes it's best not to know these things, Lopez, but if you all ever need new documents, names, or ways out of the country without getting caught, howl and I'll set you up." Tina twirled around and threw out over her shoulder, "Enjoy the rest of your evening."

As Tina walked out the front door, the five remained in the middle of the hallway. Rachel was both confused and irritated that Wynman forgot to mention that little detail. But first, she closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Noah, I'm sorry. It was unfair of me to tear into you for protecting me. I'm just scared you'll get arrested or expelled over him, and I should have been less of a bitch about it," she muttered.

"You wanna say that again to my face?"

Rachel twitched and opened her eyes. "I'll break your nose," she said.

Puck smirked and folded his arms. "Apology accepted. You were right. I should've controlled my temper, but I won't apologize for protecting you."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"So we aren't going to talk about what just happened?" Brittany asked. "With Tina?"

"Later."

Outside, the five of them stopped when they noticed a mud-covered Jeep parked next to their cars with a gray-haired man hanging halfway out of the window. He had a bandana wrapped around his forehead and a snake tattoo on his neck.

"Who is that?" Santana asked.

"Oh God." Sam dropped his bookbag on the concrete. "The world is ending."

"Yo family!" he shouted. "What's cracking, Captains?"

Rachel stared in disbelief. "Xavier?"

"In the flesh, baby!"

"Wait, Xavier as in-

"Yes," Rachel sighed.

Brittany burst out laughing.

"Is this one of those moments we'll just have to wait for an explanation?" Puck sighed.

"Not even an explanation can do justice for the wonder that is Xavier," Sam said sarcastically. He picked up his book bag. "Damned chaos demon."

"Guess we're having a family dinner tonight." Rachel glanced at Santana. "You should invite your Dad."

"Why did you say that like it's a bad thing?"

Sam and Rachel both sighed in unison.

Xavier Morrow had a wicked tongue and an obsession with removing people's vocal cords. It landed him with the nickname 'The Vocalist.' It was a name that he hated but if you mentioned it around the right group of people they'd piss their pants. He was the fifth most sought-after mercenary before he retired. He'd befriended her Papa when they worked together, and he was the silent, third member of the group until the wedding. Sue told her he disappeared shortly after that. Rachel didn't meet Xavier until she was eight, and he taught her how to use a bow and arrow. He popped in and out of her life, which her Papa appreciated as Xavier had a bad habit of teaching her some of his more inappropriate habits. But she loved spending time with him. He taught her how to skateboard, how to swim, and how to hotwire a car. It was fun. When they moved to Brooklyn, he picked Washington State as a way to enjoy retirement amongst the mountains. She hadn't seen him in years, which unfortunately meant there was a lot he needed to catch up on.

Naturally, his first question was about Santana. "Alright, Ace. Tell me about this firecracker you're supposedly dating now."

"Don't call me that," she said. "And there is no supposedly. How do you know about her?"

"You know Sue gave me the deets when I called last week. She said you were seeing a girl. Mentioned I would have to ask you in person, so, voila, here I am."

"I find it hard to believe you drove all the way from Washington to ask me about my girlfriend."

"No. I drove from Washington because someone put a bounty on my baby girl's head, and I'll be damned if I let her fight it without her Uncle X by her side."

Rachel softened. "I missed you too."

"Don't go gettin' all sappy on me now, Ace. I ain't the sentimental type," he teased.

"Of course not," she said wryly.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doin'," he said. "Give me the details, darling. I thrive on these moments. Tell me about her. I saw her earlier, but I figured I'd wait before I bombarded you with questions."

Rachel grinned. "I can spend hours telling you about her," she said.

Xavier whistled and rubbed his hands together. Their conversation paused when the kitchen doors opened. Santana came out with Brittany and Jennifer. Santana came over and flopped into her lap.

"What's wrong, baby?" she asked, rubbing Santana's back.

Santana threw her hands in the air. "I still can't believe he tried to sway you with a song as if being a lesbian was predicated on your partner's ability to sing. It took every ounce of my restraint not to slam his face into the door a few times. I should go slice his dick into little, tiny pieces and feed it to him bit by bit. He's a self-righteous asshole who thinks he's God's gift to women everywhere. I don't even know where he got the idea that you and he were meant to be together."

Brittany and Jennifer laid back on the couch as if they'd heard the rant before. Xavier and Rachel glanced at one another, then back at Santana.

"Uh-

"Finn is the dumbest, rudest, stupidest motherfucker I've ever had the displeasure of meeting and I look forward to the day I can stick my heels so far up his ass my stiletto gets caught in his intestines. If he so much as looks at you the wrong way tomorrow, I'm putting a letter opener through his eyes."

There was a beat.

"So, other than that, you all had a good day?" Jennifer quipped.

Puck, Sam, and Sue entered from the living room.

"Oh, today was amazing," Sam said. "Santana probably rendered some jock sterile."

"Which I'm still not happy about," Sue said.

"He deserved it."

"I like this one," Xavier said, nudging Rachel.

Santana blushed. Brittany snagged a notebook off the table and flipped to a blank page. She reached over and took the pen from Sue's pocket.

"Ryan and Elyssa are coming by later with Warren. Santana's father said he was coming by as well. It's a real family dinner, but no one feels like cooking. So we're ordering a shit ton of takeout. Santana wants pizza, Jen put down Chinese, and I was thinking Italian. We need to know the exact order so we can call it in and have it ready."

"Hell no," Rachel said quickly. "You know better than that. For the pizza, order five pepperonis and five cheese. For Chinese, family orders of sesame chicken, noodles, dumplings, and Mongolian beef. For Italian, lasagna, breadsticks, and shrimp alfredo."

"I'll make salad," Santana said. When everyone groaned, she added, "Get over it. You're all eating a salad. That's too much fried and grease."

"Rae-berry, tell your girlfriend to calm down," Jennifer huffed.

"I like my life the way it is, thank you."

"Can we make brownies?"

"Sam, we had brownies last night."

"Your point?"

"I want pumpkin pie."

"Who the hell likes pumpkin pie?"

"Brownies it is."

"No!"

"So," Brittany said, raising her voice, "can someone come with me to pick up these things? They're all on the same block."

"I'll go," Puck volunteered.

"Me too," Jennifer said. "The beauty supply store is next door to the Chinese place, and I need more shampoo."

"Guess I'm going too," Sam sighed. "I'll grab the dessert."

"No brownies," Rachel warned.

"Fine."

"Okay. We'll take the Escalade for room." Brittany hopped up with the notebook. "We'll be back."

"Be safe."

The four of them left the room, leaving Santana and Rachel alone with Xavier and Sue. Rachel noticed Santana was lost in her head.

"We can always cut the brake lines from his truck," she whispered.

"Why are you so violent?"

"Says the girl that threatened to chop off his dick."

"I want him maimed not dead."

"Same thing."

"I'm dating a psychopath."

"You love me," Rachel said cheekily.

Santana grinned and nipped Rachel's earlobe. "I do. Very much," she said softly.

Rachel bounced for a little, and said, "So, about the brake lines-

"No," Santana interrupted.

"Why?" she whined.

"Because if anything happens to him, they'll suspect you or me, and I don't want you going to prison. I'm not ready to be a jail wife."

"Wife huh?" Rachel teased.

"I'm not interested in anything less."

Rachel stole a kiss, and it was only when her Uncle started clearing his throat did they break apart. She glanced at him, irritated he broke their kiss short, and he had his hands on his hips.

"Don't give me that look. You two were startin' to make these weird sounds," he said defensively.

"Well, I have dreamed about having sex in front of people." Rachel playfully ran her finger over Santana's lips. "This is close enough."

Santana smacked her in the stomach. "Maybe next week. My period started today." There was a pause. "Babe, my tummy hurts."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Guess I'm going to the store."

"Thank you. I want-"

"Mint ice cream, peanut butter, starbursts and lemonade. Yeah, I got it."

"Can you make sure the peanut butter is-

"Jiffy and not Peter Pan? Yes, I know."

"And-

"Starburst gummies because they are easier to chew. Santana. I got it."

Xavier picked up his keys. "Come on then, baby girl. Let's get her Majesty's special items for her special time."

"Ew," Santana murmured.

"We can go visit Taylor and the guards," Sue said.

"Whoopie."

"Right, better go. You're getting cranky."

"I am not!" Santana shouted.

"Yes, you are."

Santana narrowed her eyes. Xavier grabbed Rachel's arm and lifted her from the couch. He dragged her from the room and whispered in her ear, "Lesson number one. Never piss off your woman who's about to start her time of the month. You'll wake up with a knife in your cheek."

"Is that why you and Marlene got a divorce?"

"One of many reasons."

Somehow, Taylor, Reyes, Santana and Sue ended up at the liquor store. Santana couldn't buy anything, but she could browse and offer selections. Plus, no one was going to snitch. Reyes held up two various bottles of tequila. She picked the one in his right hand. Taylor stocked up on coke and sprite while Sue navigated the wine.

"Hey, I'm going to step outside. It's stuffy in here," she said.

"Stay close," Reyes ordered.

"Yes, Dad."

Reyes snorted while Santana left the store. She went to the car and leaned back against it. She watched her breath come out in fog and stared up at the sky. Best part about Lima was the stars at night. She wrapped her arms around herself and took deep breaths.

"Well, as I live and breathe."

Santana groaned under her breath. Drew, in a Yale sweatshirt, came up to her and shoved his hands into his pockets. "If it isn't Baby Lopez," he said.

"Drew," she sighed. "Why are you still in town?"

"I'm interning at the hospital for credit." Drew stepped closer to her. "What about you? Not exactly the type of place an eighteen-year-old should be hanging out in?"

Santana didn't bother correcting him about her being eighteen. He never was good at math. She looked around. She desperately wished Taylor or Reyes was here.

"Looking for your bodyguard?"

"I don't have a bodyguard," she said distractedly.

"You give any thought to my suggestion? I was serious about taking you out. I think a girl like you can spice my life up. No pun intended."

"I'm not interested."

"Come on, I'm a good guy."

"Good guy or not, I'm not interested."

Drew trapped her against the car. He bent down and brushed his thumb against her cheek. Santana froze. Drew became Derrick Hallows, and she started to hyperventilate.

"Or maybe we can have a little fun out here?" he whispered.

"Get away from me," she stammered.

"You're saying get off, but your eyes are telling me not to let go."

Santana closed her eyes and turned her head away from him. She wanted to scream for someone, anyone, but her scream was lodged in her throat. Drew moved his mouth down to her neck and kissed her.

"Ain't this cute?"

Drew stepped away. Santana could breathe again. She glanced up with teary eyes to find Reyes standing in front of them. He rubbed his chin and chuckled.

"I remember those days. Macking with my girl against a car at night. Highlight of my teenage years." Reyes clenched his fists. "Except back in my day, the girl was usually into it."

Drew tried to step back but ran into another solid body. One much bigger and angrier. Taylor pulled Drew away from the car. Sue appeared out of nowhere and helped Santana into the car. She didn't even notice they didn't have any liquor inside. She closed her eyes and curled up in the backseat with her head in Sue's lap.

Taylor looked around once Santana and Sue were in the car. There wasn't anyone else in the lot, and he already knew the cameras were busted. He put on gloves before he wrapped his arm around Drew's neck and dragged him over to the only other car in the lot.

"Hey! Le-

Taylor clamped his hand over Drew's mouth. He shushed him and whispered in his ear, "It's going to be okay. I promise."

Once they were in place, Taylor smashed Drew's head against the window, and Drew fell to the ground on his back. Reyes bent down and plunged the knife into Drew's stomach two times and once in the chest. Taylor dug around in Drew's pocket and stole his wallet and keys. Taylor handed the wallet to Reyes and unlocked the car door.

"Take her home. Tell Boss I'll be back once I take care of this."

"Need someone to come get you?"

"I'll call UK."

Reyes nodded and went back to where Sue and Santana waited. Taylor looked down at Drew. The boy was dead and gone. He sighed and shook his head.

"Wrong girl, kid. Wrong girl."