Finn Hudson, an island resident, had been arrested after admitting to putting the head in the bath. Jesse had told her he had grown bitter since the murders seven years ago and they thought he'd just lashed out. Rachel had put it behind her, ready for her bachelorette party that day. One person wasn't going to bring down her good mood.

"You look beautiful baby." Jesse kissed her cheek, before going to get a shirt from his wardrobe. She chuckled, before adjusting her pale blue dress. Santana had insisted she wear it, but it was shorter then she had expected, it barely covered her ass and she worried she'd be tugging it down the whole day. "Seriously," Jesse picked up on her discomfort. "beautiful." This time the kiss was too her lips.

Jake Puckerman threw a black, grey and white checked shirt over his white T-Shirt and looked to where Rory Flannagan slept on the twin bed beside his own.

It was no wonder Rory was still asleep, he'd spent the whole night banging on about Unique Adams and how much he loved her.

It wasn't that Jake didn't care, he did, it was more that after the first hour Jake had already heard the same sentence at least six times. He was only too aware that 'Unique was the most beautiful women on the entire planet.' He'd come close to murder, or at least knocking Rory out.

Slowly he slipped out of the room, careful not to step on a creaky floorboard, the very last thing he wanted to do was wake Rory, and have to listen to him ramble on for hours again. He breathed a sigh of relief as the door shut behind him. He loved his friend, but Rory needed to learn when to shut up.

"Yacht ready?" He asked as he entered the 'morning room' where breakfast was served. The room was bright and spacious, chosen as it caught the sun in the morning and full of round tables with white cloths layed out for breakfast. The glass ceiling above it made it feel like it was outdoors, which Jake loved. Mike, who was the only other guest in the room, nodded.

Grabbing a plate from the hotel manager, Emma Pillsbury, he walked over to where the food was. There was everything he could possibly want, but he always gravitated towards the same thing.

"Pop tarts really?" He turned to see Tina Cohen-Chang behind him, in a black dress with a white collar, wearing a large smile.

"Mike really?" He retorted, she responded with an eye roll as Mike, with a mouth full of pancakes, chipped in shouting. "I heard that."

"Anyway," Tina looked at him. "You're stood in front of the muesli." She stated, gesturing to a large Tupperware with 'homemade muesli' written on it in neat handwriting. Jake didn't move so Tina, having known Jake for years, just rolled her eyes and reached over him, grabbing the museli and then walking over to sit with Mike.

Jake shook his head, filled his plate, and went to join the pair at the table.

"Hen party." Unique screamed right into Mercedes ear as she came through the front door. Behind Unique stood a frowning Jesse as he took in his brothers presence and that of Sam. He said nothing just gave them a nod and carried on his way.

"I think you burst an ear drum." Mercedes rubbed her ear and shot Unique a glare. She was aware Ryder and Sam where chuckling behind her, so she turned around and shot them a glare, which succeeded in shutting them up.

"Stop everything." Unique squealed looking at the three people stood in front of her. "Were you with Sam last night?" She shouted at the top of her voice.

"Hell Unique shout louder," Ryder spoke up wincing a little. "I don't think the mainland heard you."

"You and Sam?" Jesse emerged from seemingly nowhere a smile tugging on his lips. His smile turned to a smirk when he saw Mercedes red tinted cheeks. "Was the sex that good he asked?"

"Hell Jesse," Ryder groaned. "I was with them all night."

"Oh." Unique wiggled her eye brows and Jesse gufawed. "It's like that is it?" Unique asked.

"No." Mercedes snapped. "Sam slept on the sofa," She turned to Sam, who nodded violently. "and Ryder slept in the guest room and I was in Sam's bed."

"Oh were you now." Jesse wiggled his eye brows and Mercedes rolled her eyes.

"Why do I bother?" She asked no one in particular, before walking in the direction of breakfast.

Jake Puckerman stepped onto the yacht his eyes wide. "Dude," He turned to face Jesse behind him, before stepping forward so everyone could join him on deck. "this is insane." He stated, before stepping forward and haulting in his tracks.

"What the..." Jesse began from behind him, but stopped as he took in what Jake was looking at. To the side, by the geer box, lay a blood covered body, covered by a small net. It was slightly disfigured, but it was human none the less. A red, blue and orange pin striped suit, also blood soaked, covered it and beside it was a duffel bag.

"Oh shit." Mike joined them on deck.

"What's the..." Rory winced as he joined them. "what kind of joke is this?" He demanded.

"I don't think that's a joke." Joe was the final person to speak. "If my wife had her way I'd look like that." He added. Jake wasn't sure if he was joking or not, but he also didn't want to know. Today had already been strange enough, Ryder had bailed on his brothers party and the stripper hadn't been able to get to the island. None of their plans were going well and this was the last thing any one of them needed.

"So erm what do we do?" Rory asked with a frown.

"You should be at the bachelorette party." Her dad stated, looking at her. "And you're..." He paused a moment, looking at Sam beside him and Ryder beside her. "reinforcements," He settled on. "should be carrying out their day."

Mercedes sighed. They'd met at her fathers house, once her house too, the wooden floors of the downstairs still creeked in all the places she remembered from sneaking in as a teenager.

The walls were the same shade of pale yellow her mum had once painted them, only they were covered with photos of her, her mother and Tesla, almost like a shrine to the people her father had lost. Not that he'd lost her. He'd sent her away.

The sofa that had once been stained with her sisters blood, had been replaced by a black leather one but, it looked like her father had never once sat in it.

Her old home was so familiar and yet so alien to her. She took a deep breath as she realised she was never going to get her childhood love of Lima Island back.

"Are you sure?" Jake watched as a net was tied around the body. The other men nodded as they hauled the body over the side of the boat.

"And this?" Rory asked, pointing at the bag they'd discovered to be full of money.

"We'll think about that later." Joe was the one who spoke. "Right now it's time to party!"