He did it. He did it.
The police had shut the case. Her wife had told her not to dwell on it. Quinn Fabray was dead. There was nothing more too it, but Santana knew that was wrong. She knew Quinn's husband Noah Puckerman was responsible and she wasn't going to let him get away with it.
Este's a friend of mine We meet up every Tuesday night for dinner and a glass of wine.
They laughed at the memory of Santana's wife believing a stork had brought her a baby in high school. They always laughed. They'd been friends for years, they confided in each other, they told old stories, they laughed about their teen years. They shared stories of the people around them who they'd kept in touch with. Quinn and her husband Noah Puckerman, Puck, lived down the road from Mercedes and Sam Evans, their old school friends, and Santana and her wife Brittany saw Tina and Mike Chang on a regular basis. They used each other to check their friends were coping well, but above all they never missed a Tuesday together and they always laughed.
Este's been losing sleep Her husband's acting different and it smells like infidelity She says, "That ain't my merlot on his mouth" "That ain't my jewelleryon our joint account"
"The wine, the jewellery, he's having an affair Santana, I know he is." Quinn sobbed. This Tuesday was different, instead of being her usual glamorous self, Quinn had turned up in old clothing and a huge stain down the hoodie Quinn had worn in high school, her hair looked like it hadn't been brushed in days, and there were dark circles under her eyes. Never had she seen Quinn look like that. Never had she been so worried about her friend.
No, there ain't no doubt I think I'm gonna call him out. She says.
"That's it." The next week Quinn looked like her normal self, in a navy blue shift dress, not a hair out of place, and no dark circles, but she had a fire in her eyes. A fire Santana had only seen a few times. "I'm going home and I'm telling him exactly what I know." The determination made Santana smile, nod her agreement and raise her glass to her friend.
"I think he did it but I just can't prove it." I think he did it but I just can't prove it. I think he did it but I just can't prove it. No, no body, no crime. But I ain't letting up until the day I die. No, no I think he did it. No, no He did it.
"He looked me right in the eye and said darling I love only you." Quinn spat, as she sipped on her wine the next Tuesday. "As though I had gone mad." She put the glass down with a loud bang. "I have the evidence Santana. I know he did and even if I can't prove it now, I will and then I'll out him as the cheat he really is."
Este wasn't there Tuesday night at Olive Garden, at her job, or anywhere.
She checked her watch again. Quinn Fabray was never late. Never. She was worried. Really worried. So she began to call around Mercedes was her first call, but she'd heard nothing from Quinn and hadn't seen her, Quinn's boss said the same thing, so she called Puck. He told her his wife went to work on Thursday and never did come back.
He reports his missing wife.
The day after she'd called him Puck had gone to the police. She found that suspicious. It had been six days since he'd seen his wife and only now was he reporting it. He was guilty. She knew it.
And I noticed when I passed his house his truck has got some brand new tires.
She had to drive past. Just to check Quinn wasn't there. She saw no sign of Quinn, but the worn tires on his truck had been replaced with brand new ones. That wasn't right. Quinn was always complaining that he never would replace those tires. Now Quinn was missing and he'd suddenly replaced them.
And his mistress moved in Sleeps in Este's bed and everything. No, there ain't no doubt Somebody's gotta catch him out. 'Cause.
Mercedes had called her. Rachel Berry had moved in. Mercedes was disgusted. She was disgusted. They didn't even know Quinn was dead, well not officially, but Santana knew there was no way she was alive. If she was alive she would have made contact. If she was alive she wouldn't have missed their meeting. If she was alive Rachel Berry would not be living with Puck.
I think he did it but I just can't prove it. (he did it) I think he did it but I just can't prove it. No, no body, no crime. But I ain't letting up until the day I die. No, no I think he did it. No, no. He did it.
The police said without a body there was no case. It looked he was getting away with murder. He'd murdered her best friend so that he could start dating his mistress. She wasn't going to let him get away with it. There was no way she was going to let that happen.
Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen.
She knew what she had to do. First thing she needed was to secure the boat. Without the boat she couldn't do it and if she couldn't do it she couldn't get justice for Quinn.
And I've cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene.
The clean up was the easiest part, she knew exactly what she was doing, she'd thought it through. She'd brought the bleach and gloves over a series of store visits, this was the easiest part.
Good thing Este's sister's gonna swear she was with me. ("She was with me dude").
Mercedes Jones was the closest thing Quinn had had to a sister, and she instantly agreed to cover for Santana. She didn't know what she was covering. She made it clear she didn't want to know what she was covering, but she was willing to cover, giving Santana a rock solid alibi.
Good thing his mistress took out a big life insurance policy.
Rachel Berry had accidentally played right into her hands by taking out a life insurance policy on Noah Puckerman. Santana couldn't have manipulated it better if she'd tried.
They think she did it but they just can't prove it. They think she did it but they just can't prove it.
Watching Rachel Berry being taken away in a police car had been extremely satisfying. Rachel hadn't murdered Quinn, but she must have known something bad had happened to her. Santana hoped she received a life sentence.
She thinks I did it but she just can't prove it.
They had released Rachel without evidence to go on. She was still their main suspect and Rachel knew it, so she'd gone to Mercedes first to tell her she knew she was lying when she told police she was with Santana. Mercedes had laughed it off. So Rachel had come to her, but like Mercedes she just laughed it off.
No, no body, no crime. I wasn't letting up until the day he, No, no body, no crime. I wasn't letting up until the day he, No, no body, no crime.
She had done what she set out to do. She had gotten justice for Quinn and she'd gotten away with it all. The police never did find Noah Puckerman, but then they never found Quinn either. Rachel Berry had moved out of state to start over, they grieved Quinn, but with time it slowly got easier. There was one thing Santana knew she would never tell anyone what she had done to Noah Puckerman, just like he'd taken the secret of what had happened to Quinn to his grave, she would take the secret of what she'd done to Noah Puckerman to her own grave.
I wasn't letting up until the day he died.
Song: No Body, No Crime - Taylor Swift