After she, Santana, and Quinn left the school, she told them she would meet them at Emma's house later. They didn't ask any questions, to which she was happy about, and she waited until they pulled out of the lot before she left. She drove in the opposite direction of Emma's house and pulled into a familiar driveway. Technically, she still lived there, but it was a solemn place. She saw the door wide open and figured walking in without announcing herself wouldn't be much of an issue. She stepped inside and wrapped her arms around herself. Hiram had begun to move the furniture, and the place was colder without the carpet and the sofa. It was starting to feel like Hiram was erasing her and Leroy from the house completely. The walls were bare minus a couple of generic paintings. Her movie shelf was standing strong, but it felt like it didn't belong. It was surreal. She took a deep breath and was about to make her way upstairs when she heard someone cough in the kitchen. Part of her hesitated, but she would rather get it over with before it became a thing.

Rachel found herself in the kitchen. She leaned against the door frame as Hiram stood over the sink. There was a half-empty bottle of gin next to him. Her eyes fell to his hands, his knuckles, and Rachel forced down that part of her that cared.

"You plan on standing there all day or you here to get the rest of your shit out of my house?"

"I haven't decided yet."

Hiram snorted and glanced over his shoulder at her.

"You're a real pain in the ass."

"The feeling is mutual."

He spun around and Rachel never flinched as he crossed the room in two steps. Mostly because by the time he took the third, he stumbled and crashed into the island. She stared at him for a long time as he recovered. There was blood on his shirt.

"Looking pretty good there."

"I woke up like this," he grumbled.

"You woke up like that? Seriously?"

"I had a few drinks last night and woke up like this."

"Guess that's what happens when you kick your husband and daughter out of the house, put it on the market, and decide to give up your duties as a father or husband. Kind of pathetic, honestly."

Hiram burped and pointed in her general direction as he tried to stand up straight. Rachel felt a lot of pity at that moment for a man she used to look up to.

"Why are you even here?"

"To get my shit, as you so eloquently put it earlier."

"No, I mean why today, why now? You had to know I would be here."

"I needed time to think. Too much is happening at once and being alone with you is something I know how to navigate."

"Oh right, that old boyfriend of yours died. Heard he took a bullet for you."

Rachel glared at him. "Don't speak on what you don't know," she said sharply.

Hiram smelled blood in the water. Rachel pushed off the door frame and turned on her heels. She had her foot on the first step when Hiram's next words stopped her dead in her tracks.

"Why didn't you pick up the gun?" he asked. "Had a friend who stuck behind on that stage. The gun slid to you before the preacher picked it up. Why didn't you grab it?"

Rachel closed her eyes and lowered her chin to her chest. "Like I said, don't speak on what you don't know," she said softly.

Rachel glanced at Hiram over her shoulder and saw the disappointment and anger in his eyes. It was obvious he wanted her to confess to something, to admit she made a mistake, but Rachel had enough sleepless nights about Finn's death. She wasn't going to give Hiram the satisfaction of having something over her. He already had enough. She walked up the stairs and left him standing in the kitchen.

Santana walked down the stairs alone. She told Quinn she needed to run home and get some clothes. It wasn't too much of a lie, but it wasn't why she left. She picked up her glasses off the table and shuffled to the room at the back of the basement. Santana pulled her keys out of her pocket and flipped to the silver one painted black. She unlocked the door and disappeared inside. Santana rubbed the back of her neck as she faced the wall of computers. Leroy's financial statements sat off to the side in a folder and she picked it up.

Flashback

"I need you to look into my finances. I need to know I can take care of my family without Hiram," he said, taking a seat on the couch behind her.

Santana shrugged. She didn't ask any questions. She typed something on her computer, her eyes focused on the screen as it loaded.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Is it the same question from last time?"

"Yes."

Santana sighed and rubbed her forehead. "My answer hasn't changed. I don't want them knowing about this."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not invincible."

"I don't understand."

Leroy watched as she typed in a code, her eyes roaming across the screen distractedly, and she rolled her neck and said, "There are things I've done for a quick buck that can come back and bite me in the ass. I want to protect the ones I love. Plus, I like the anonymity."

He smiled to himself at Santana's comment and went back to watching her work. She bounced her leg and Leroy couldn't keep up with the number of pages flashing in front of his eyes. Paperwork after paperwork, pages after pages, codes after codes. It was so much that he gave himself a headache just watching, but it was obvious Santana was in her element. He turned and caught sight of a couple of documents with the Mr. Miller's House logo on it. He frowned.

"You're researching the Miller House?" he asked.

"I'm researching Chase," she corrected. "And no, I'm not going to tell you anything until I have it all."

"Is...Rachel in danger?" he asked.

Santana stopped typing. She sighed and said, "We might all be."

Leroy swallowed. Santana went back to typing and Leroy stayed quiet. Ten minutes later, Leroy jumped as Santana clapped her hands together.

"Finished."

Leroy blinked as Santana did a little happy dance.

"With what?" he asked tiredly.

"I have his money."

"Wait, what? What are you talking about?"

"I don't have all of it, just a healthy majority of it. I found where he's been holding it and how much he's been hiding from you. Though unlike him, I probably wouldn't have put it all in one spot. Arrogance is one hell of a drug."

Leroy shook his head and stood up. "Santana, this is wrong. You shouldn't be-

"He's hiding around twenty million dollars from you," Santana interrupted blandly.

"He's WHAT?!"

"Twenty million. Now, has the divorce proceedings began?" she asked.

"Not yet."

"Good. Ask for nothing in the divorce."

"Why?"

"Because. I can get you way more than whatever you ask for," she said.

"I don't know," he hesitated.

"Look, what do you want me to do? You want me to pretend like I haven't seen this or you want me to take it and put it to good use? You're the one who wants to support your family. With all three, plus college and rent, and a new house, you would be broke in a year without it."

Leroy frowned in thought. What bothered him was the fact Hiram was either planning this for a while or he was just being sneaky. Neither option appealed to him. He made his decision.

"Donate seventy percent to various charities, put ten percent in the account we made for Rachel, and if possible, can you make a private account for Sue and Emma along with LJ and Tori?"

"Duh."

Leroy nodded. "Then split the rest of that between you, Quinn, and those accounts. Leave nothing."

Santana grinned widely. "Cool! Thanks, Mr. B!" she said. "Now, about your other request-

"Draw up some adoption papers. I'll be mailing paperwork to my ex in Seattle. I think she would be happy to sign off on having Rachel be officially ours. Hell, she has our last name now, so it wouldn't be much of a difference."

"Good to know there's still decent fathers out there in the world," she muttered.

Leroy glanced down at her and said, "Yours is decent. Just misguided."

Santana ignored him and continued working. Leroy sat back down and listed all the charities he wanted the money to go to. If he was going to do something evil, then at least he wanted to make sure some good people benefited from it.

Quinn stirred the pasta and threw some pepper in the sauce simmering on the stove. She heard her phone ring, cursed, and stretched out to grab it off the island. She answered it without looking, putting it on speakerphone.

"Hello?"

"C-can you come and get me, p-please?" she heard her mother whimper.

Quinn paused and put down the spoon. "Judy? What's wrong?" she asked.

"P-please. I c-can't move, p-please."

Quinn saw Sue in the corner of her eye but focused on the call.

"Mom, I need you to tell me what's wrong. I can't-

"T-too far," his mother whispered.

"Too far what?"

Sue put on her jacket and LJ came into the kitchen. He glanced at Sue curiously and she jerked her head towards the phone call where there was nothing but silence.

"Momma? You still there?" Quinn asked.

The sound of louder whimpering filled the room. Sue left the kitchen with Quinn and a hesitant LJ, who stopped and turned off the pasta, who followed behind them. No one had an idea of what was happening, but there was obviously something wrong. Quinn couldn't hear anything other than her mother being in pain. No matter the hate she felt towards the woman, she would never wish her harm.

Sue, Quinn, and LJ arrived at the house on edge. When they walked into the house, they found a trail of glass and blood leading to the kitchen where they found a half-conscious Judy lying in a twisted heap on the floor. Sue knelt beside Judy while Quinn stood frozen in the foyer. LJ was already calling for an ambulance.

"Is she okay?" Quinn whispered.

"Uh," Sue hesitated. "I won't lie to you. It's rough."

"Ambulance is on their way," LJ said.

Sue brushed hair out of Judy's face. The woman's eyes didn't open, but it was obvious she was breathing. Thankfully so.

"What is wrong with this fucked town?" LJ muttered after he hung up with the ambulance.

"Questions no one can answer. Go look out for the ambulance. I'll stay with Judy. Quinn, go get more clothes and anything important. If this was Russell, you don't need to be here. If this was someone else, you still don't need to be here. Whoever this was meant to cause a lot of damage."