"So," Sam turned to face her, as they walked away from her fathers house, Ryder was ahead of them, and insight but out of ear shot. "what's the deal between you and Ryder?" Sam asked running a hand through his blonde hair and biting his lip. Mercedes had always thought that Sam's lip bite was one of the most adorable things on the planet, and without being able to help herself she found herself blushing a little, under his gaze.

"He's basically my baby brother." She told him.

"So," Sam stopped, and reached out a hand to stop her as well. "you're still single?" He asked, a small smile tugging on his lips.

"Yeah." She couldn't help but smile as his face broke into a wide smile. She hadn't dated anyone since she'd dated Sam, but she had no intention of telling him that.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Sam leaned in and gave her a kiss on her cheek.

"Let's get drunk?" Kurt raised his glass into the air as the men around him shouted and hooted their agreement.

"To Jesse and Rach." An already slightly tipsy Blaine raised his glass and then dropped it again, very nearly smashing it to pieces and definately spilling half of it's contents.

"We'll be carrying him back." Jesse whispered to Jake who simply nodded with a small chuckle.

After a drink Jake noticed Rory slip away, curious he made an excuse and followed him out of the pub and into the woods until they reached a clearing where tall trees with thick branches made the whole path almost too dark to see, Jake shuddered a little, as he watched Rory slightly ahead of him, flashlight in hand, grab a spade and begin to dig. He frowned as he realised Rory had barely been digging for a minute and he had already unearthed, what he had been looking for.

Jake watched as he slowly produced the duffel bag from the yacht and unzipped it. Being careful not to fall over a rogue twig, he slowly took a step forward and cleared his throat. Rory whirled around, his eyes wide when he realised who was behind him. Jake took in Rory's appearance, noticing for the first time that his plaid shirt had a small rip in it and his trousers looked a little older then he had thought they were.

"If you needed money you could have just asked." Jake stated, with a light shrug, trying play it all off as no big deal.

"That's not exactly easy." Rory responded in his thick Irish accent.

"I thought we were..." Jake broke off as he felt an intense pain in his leg, he looked down to see blood dripping.

Rory looked like he was panicking as he frantically searched over his shoulder for the perpetrator of the wound. Rory only held the duffel bag, so quite clearly it couldn't be him. Anyway Jake knew that no matter what Rory would never hurt him.

"Shit." Rory cried out as Jake gasped and clutched his tummy feeling more intense pain. Slowly he looked down and gagged a little at the blood he saw spilling out of his tummy. Before he could understand what was going on, he felt his knees buckle.

Rory watched in horror as Jake's legs buckled and his knees hit the ground, his hand on his stomach, with a groan he slumped forward, making a light thud as the last breath left his body.

His friend was dead.

Rory didn't know who had fired the shot, he didn't know where the shooter was, but he did know what this was going to look like. Only he and Jake knew there had been a third person in that clearing. Everyone else would assume he had shot Jake for the money. The money he had promised to throw into the sea, when it's owners body had been thrown into the sea, the money he shouldn't have ever had. The whole thing had guilt written all over it.

And so he did the only thing he could think to do, he picked up a shovel and began to dig.

Jake was already dead, what difference would it make now where he was laid to rest?

"I'm so drunk." Kurt yelled, as he held his glass up, only for Mike to gently remove it from his hands before he could drop it.

Across the bar sat the bachelorettes, Rachel with a pink sash slung over her black dress, a glass of champagne in her hand.

"Should we go somewhere else?" Unique asked jerking her head towards the table where the bachelors sat, most of them looking very drunk already.

"No." Shelby raised her glass high in the air. "The only person we wouldn't want to be here is that husband of mine but he's on Jayne duty so we can get hammered!" She yelled before taking sip of whatever the purple liquid was in her glass.

Not interested in getting horrendously drunk, Mercedes made her way over to the bar where Quinn was on duty. She took a seat on one of the battered stools by the bar. "You look like you could use a whiskey on the rocks." Quinn stated, placing the glass in front of her. "On the house." She added.

"Thanks Q." Smiled Mercedes as she took the glass and downed the drink in one go.

"That bad?" Quinn questioned as she placed the glass on the bar.

"I went to see dad today and now I'm surrounded by drunk strangers." Mercedes responded.

"Well then," Quinn picked up the glass. "I guess you'll be needing another one."

Sam sighed, after he'd walked Mercedes to the bachelorette party, Ryder had said he was going to see a friend and so Sam had decided to go see Finn.

As ever Finn had been stubborn and rude and unapologetic for placing a deers head in a bride to be's bath. It was frustrating. Sam knew that Finn wasn't the bad guy the wedding party saw him as, but he also knew he would never grovel or apologise and so they'd probably press charges and his friend could be facing jail time.

He was about to go home when he got the call from Quinn. "Mercedes is extremely drunk." She informed him, clearly shouting over the noise of the bar. "The whole wedding party are, but you know drunk Mercedes." Quinn added. Sam winced a little, he'd seen Mercedes drunk twice and both times had involved projectile vomiting. "I have to work all night and I don't think anyone in the wedding party is sober enough to look after her and except one but he already took his girlfriend back."

Sam looked at the time. 10 PM. He chuckled at the fact that Mercedes was drunk so early, when he reached the bar it wasn't hard to locate Mercedes, she almost tackled him to the ground as she threw her arms around him, she reeked of alcohol, but he also had to admire the knee length navy dress she wore, and the way her hair had been lightly curled, she looked beautiful.

He exchanged a few words with Quinn, who sternly told him to look after Mercedes, before he helped her to the hotel, they'd just reached her room when she groaned.

"You okay?" He asked her as he used her key to open the room she was staying in.

"I don't feel so good." She moaned, as she clutched her stomach.

Suddenly Sam got the door open a whole lot quicker and hastily steered her into the ensuite bathroom, just in time. He could tell this was going to be a long night.

Rachel woke up with a pounding head, just how much had she drunk last night? She knew the answer was too much.

What she needed was some fresh air to clear her head, she threw on a hoodie and a pair of jeans and set out for a walk down the grounds of the hotel.

At the bottom of the the lawn outside the hotel, was a shed, and as she reached it she heard a women's voice.

"Free me." The women cried out.

At first Rachel stopped in her tracks, what was the best thing to do? And then she noticed a small window and made her way over to it, inside she saw her stepmother, Shelby, with her hands stuck through hoops tied to the ceiling. "Help me." Shelby called out again.

"You wanna break free huh?" She had to put her hand over her mouth to conceal her horror at the identity of her step mothers attacker.

"Almost as much as I like you." Shelby responded, leaning into to kiss her step daughters husband.

They both laughed, before kissing again.

Rachel felt sick, Shelby and Joe seemed to be having an affair.