I'm not advocating for any of the situations happening in this story.

Mistakes are mine

RCV

Rachel remained downstairs while LJ took Sue upstairs to figure out where the bugs were and how many there were. Emma escaped into the kitchen for a late night snack. Puck decided to go back to sleep, confident there was nothing for him to do at that moment. Santana and Quinn were still nowhere to be found, but Rachel knew better to ask about them with however many ears and eyes watching their moves. Tori was entertaining herself by looking through Emma's movies.

"I would have never pegged Emma for being a fan of Stephen King."

Rachel glanced at her sister and said, "Who said the movies were Emma's?"

Tori grunted and continued being nosey while Rachel reached down and rubbed Puck's back. She knew he would tell them what happened on his own time, but that didn't mean she was happy about someone attacking him like that. He was the sweetest person she'd ever met, and though he hid it with sarcasm and sleazy comments, Puck had a bleeding heart that Rachel saw on the daily. He would sacrifice everything for the people he loved without hesitation.

Rachel's head popped up when Sue came back downstairs, a pale look on her face, and behind her came Santana, Quinn, and LJ. Rachel wanted to pop up and make sure they were okay, but she settled for waving them over and pulling LJ down on the couch. Tori sat down on the floor, shifting Puck so that his feet were in her lap. The boy didn't move nor react to being adjusted, telling Rachel just how tired he truly was. Emma came in with a bowl of popcorn while Quinn and Sue whispered heatedly. Santana looked on in confusion.

"Tell them or I will," Sue exclaimed.

Quinn flinched.

"Tell who what?" Tori asked.

"Rachel," Sue said. "Well, all of you, actually," she corrected.

"All of us?" Santana repeated, her voice soft.

Quinn deflated and said, "I didn't know how to tell you. Especially with everything that was going on at that time. Eventually, I just forgot and moved on."

Santana frowned but said nothing. Rachel felt LJ shift on the couch, and she moved her leg so that he could have more space.

"Look, this is all that I know about any of this. Some answers I don't have, and I don't know why Finn told you to ask me as if I know anything beyond the bare minimum, but whatever. So, certain members of the Glee Club took an unsanctioned trip to Detroit under the guise of going to a choir competition. Everyone was invited except Santana and Puck. Why, I have no idea, but instead of it being a competition, it was a conference of sorts. Mr. Miller's House is the name of the man and the organization in charge of the conference. In short, Finn wasn't paranoid about people always watching. There are people in this town deeply connected to Miller's House, and some are more committed than others. I don't know who, I don't know what happened on that trip, but I know that when they got back, they were different. Like I told Sue and Emma, I still don't know what Mr. Schue said to get them to stay nor how he wrapped Mercedes, Mike, and Tina into all of it. They aren't exactly the type the organization lets in if you know what I mean."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What do you mean by that?" LJ asked.

"What do Mercedes, Mike, and Tina have in common?"

"They're annoying?" Tori guessed.

"They're people of color," Quinn sighed.

There was a beat before Santana exclaimed, "You went to a conference about race supremacy?!"

"No! I mean, yes, but I didn't stay," Quinn stammered, turning red. "I left early. That's why I said I don't have all the answers."

"Why'd you leave?"

"Why else would I leave?!" Quinn snapped, a little offended. "I don't believe in that kind of stuff."

Santana smiled apologetically but Rachel could see there was still some tension between them.

"Can we ask important questions, please? Like why the hell the Glee Club went to one of those things?" LJ asked. "Who the hell thought that was a good idea?!"

"Mr. Schue," Quinn muttered.

"I'm sorry, did you say Mr. Schue?"

"Yes."

"Mr. Schue took members of the Glee Club to a conference about white supremacy in Detroit?" LJ asked.

"Yes."

No one said anything, but Rachel saw Santana's face fall even more. Emma called everyone to attention and held out her hands. Everyone but Tori, that is. Her sister had her phone out, typing something onto the screen, but Emma continued as if she didn't notice.

"This isn't on Quinn," she said. "There were things that happened that neither she nor I spoke of out of confusion and wanting nothing more than to forget they ever happened. Shortly after Finn's, um, accident, I had an encounter with him. He was paranoid, and before he left, he asked me to keep an eye on Santana and Quinn. He pleaded with me to make sure they stayed safe. I still don't know why, and I haven't been able to figure it out with the information provided."

"Finn asked you to protect us? From what?" Quinn asked.

"I have no idea. That's why I never said anything. It was a strange encounter that I pushed to the back of my mind," Emma admitted.

"Look, I think that we can all agree that we've kept secrets from one another," Rachel said, sighing. "But that's in the past. The best thing we can do right now is settling down, come together, and figure out first what this House is-

"Done," Tori said, holding up her phone.

Rachel blinked. "What?"

"Mr. Miller's House started in the late 1950s, disappeared after the early 90s, and came back into the spotlight about ten years ago. They were particularly active during the sixties and the seventies, naturally, and they were responsible for many accused but not convicted crimes against African Americans, Indigenous peoples, Hispanics, and Asians. They aren't too fond of Jews, but they felt they were close enough to pass."

"Okay, I can see why that would be a problem with Tina, Mike, and Mercedes being invited. Rachel wasn't here so there was no reason for her to even be considered," LJ said.

"Wait, what about Puck?" Rachel asked. "Why was he not there?"

"Because his biological father is half-Hispanic," Quinn muttered.

"Biological?" Tori repeated.

"His Dad died when he was three," Santana said.

"Oh."

Tori looked down at that and continued to read, "Um, right. Well, it says here that there's been a change in leadership. Only for the last three years have they started to integrate, um, colored people into their ranks in hopes of understanding how they work and the best way to figure them out."

"That sounds a lot like a war tactic," Santana pointed out stiffly.

"Indeed," Sue said. "And I hope that's not the case."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but naturally, this group believes a race war is on the horizon, and that they need to be prepared," Tori spat in disgust.

"Great," Santana said sarcastically.

Rachel rubbed the bridge of her nose and asked, "Who is the leader this time? You said there was a change in leadership."

Everyone waited patiently for Tori to scroll and search for the name.

"Uh, the name on here is Chase A. Miller."

Rachel tensed at the name and asked, "What does the A stand for?"

"Let me see." Tori chewed on her lip while the page loaded, and Rachel winced when her sister's frown became a look of disbelief. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" she exclaimed.

Rachel chewed on the inside of her cheek when Sue asked what was on the page.

"His full name is Chase Alexander Miller, middle child from the Alexander family of Alpena, Michigan."

The room descended into silence.

"To clear up any suspicions, Rachel, you mind filling us in here?" Emma asked carefully.

Rachel looked down at her fingers. "Chase is my Uncle. He's about two years younger than Hiram, and I've only met him once. Rumor is Chase got involved in some Neo-Nazi group while he was in college. When he came back from college, everything changed. Hiram and Chase were almost best friends, but when my father came out of the closet, Uncle Chase became violent. He threatened to kill Hiram many times, which is how Hiram ended up in Seattle. He was running from the family. Anyway, fast forward a few years, we had just moved to Lima. One night, me and Daddy were having a movie night. I remember there being a knock on the door, and Daddy opened it, thinking it was someone else. But it was Chase. He had all the typical tattoos and shaved head. When Chase saw Daddy, he lost it. He pulled a gun out and...he put it against Daddy's head. I panicked and started throwing movie cases at Chase's head. It distracted him long enough for Daddy to wrestle the gun away from Chase. He eventually won and pushed Chase off the porch. Chase warned Daddy that he would be back, and he ran off."

"Where was Hiram in all of this?" Sue asked.

Rachel sniffed and wiped at her tears. "At work. Daddy made me promise not to tell him," she said softly.

"You never told Hiram that his insane brother showed up to the house and tried to kill Daddy?" LJ huffed.

"I was six!" Rachel shouted.

"It doesn't matter!" LJ shouted back. "You should have told him and-

Rachel stood up and yelled in her brother's face, "And what! What, LJ? Tell me what my father would've done? You think he would've cared? Huh? You think he would've done something about it? You and I both know that man wouldn't have done SHIT."

"Get the fuck out of my face!"

LJ pushed Rachel. She stumbled back and LJ was too caught up in the moment to see Santana and Quinn take a step forward. Sue grabbed them and shook her head. Rachel had tears in her eyes and that's when Tori stepped in. She smacked LJ across the face and he was too shocked to do anything but stand there.

"You're a fucking idiot, you know that?" she hissed.

"What? You're taking her side?"

"There is no side! Daddy was the one who told her not to say anything. Who's to say he never told Hiram, huh? It's not fair to put that on her," she said. Tori then smacked him on the back of the head as she added, "And you just put your hands on her. On Rachel, our sister."

LJ's eyes widened as he looked at Rachel. "Shit. Rae, I'm sorry. I wasn't-

"Drop it," she cut in.

"Rae-

"I said drop it," she snapped.

Rachel turned back to the group and folded her arms against her chest. Her voice was decidedly more bank and monotonous as she spoke, "I'm not surprised Chase is a leader of some white supremacy group. He's a nutcase. And if there's one thing I've learned from rumors and off-handed comments Daddy's made, Chase Miller is one of the vilest human beings I have ever met. Trust me, if you ever run into him, and you're not white, you'll find that the Devil sometimes walks the Earth as a human being."

"Are you saying Chase is interested in starting a race war?" Emma asked.

"It can't be just that," Sue said.

"I can't say I'm too interested in finding out," Tori muttered.

"Me either," Santana said.

Rachel shrugged. "No need in figuring it out tonight," she said.

"Agreed. You all go home or go upstairs and get some rest. It's late," Sue said.

Rachel nodded distractedly. She wanted to know how Mr. Schue got caught up with someone like Chase.

"Rachel?" Emma called out hesitantly.

Emma broke her out of her thoughts. The room was empty sans the four of them.

"Santana took Puck home," Emma said. "And Quinn went upstairs with Sue."

"Oh, sorry. We'll get out of your hair."

Rachel, Tori, and LJ said their goodbyes. Once they got to their respective cars, Rachel paused with her hand on her door. She looked across the driveway at LJ, who was slowly getting into the passenger's seat of the other car.

"Hey, LJ?" she called out.

LJ glanced at her warily.

"You pull some shit like that again, brother or not, you'll be on your way back to Seattle in a body bag."