Mistakes are mine.

Love you all,

RCV

No one said anything about the car found mangled on the side of the road near the edge of town. No one said anything about the body being so burnt that it merged with the melted plastic and leather. In fact, no one said anything. The town had already had a major death. What was a second?

Quinn left the hospital and Judy in Dr. Lopez's hands. She trusted the man to do his job. It was obvious Santana hadn't told him about their trip, so she wasn't going to mention it either. Quinn packed whatever clothes were at Sue's and double checked the hotel reservation. Emma sprung an extra hundred dollars to not only let them have an extra night, but also to make sure they were somewhere nice and not staying...well, somewhere not. Leroy approved after much badgering from Rachel, and only after she said she would take her school books with her. Santana got the car checked out by Puck, and once it was finished, she filled up the tank. The three were practically radiating with excitement that morning at school.

Until they almost weren't.

Rachel's mood soured immediately as Brittany came over to her and Puck in the otherwise empty hallway. Puck put a hand on Rachel's arm.

"Nice to see you're still around to keep her in check," Brittany said.

"I've been meaning to tell you that you're doing a good impression of Quinn. Though you're lacking pretty much everything that made her the HBIC," Rachel said with false sweetness.

"Oh don't worry. I don't want to be Quinn or Santana. I like to think I'm something different. Someone who can actually back up what they say."

"Don't test me, Pierce," she growled.

There was a pause.

"Or what? You going to hit me again like you did the last time?"

"Last time? What last time?"

Rachel paled at the smug smirk on Brittany's face. Brittany chuckled and looked behind Rachel.

"Oh, didn't she tell you? Your new friend here nearly pummeled me to death last year after one of those Glee parties."

"What are you talking about?" Santana asked.

Brittany looked down at Rachel. "You gonna tell them, or should I?" she fake whispered.

Rachel slowly turned to find Santana and Quinn a little behind Puck. Puck looked annoyed he didn't hear them coming while Brittany laughed.

"I'll let you all handle this. I have somewhere to be," she said, skipping away.

Rachel rubbed her face and said, "Look, what happened between me and Brittany was-

"We already know," Quinn interrupted.

"What?"

"I said, we already know," Quinn repeated. "Mercedes told me and I told Santana."

"Then why-

"Because Brittany would've known she lost her leverage over us. Plus, I like fucking with her," Santana said, shrugging.

"You're not mad?"

"I was back then, but I heard the rest of the story from Blaine and got over it."

"Blaine was there?" Rachel asked. "I thought it was just me and Puck."

"Nope. Blaine and Mercedes stayed behind to help Puck clean up. He filled in the blanks that Mercedes left out."

Rachel sagged against the lockers. "I've been dreading telling you that I beat up your ex-girlfriend for weeks."

"I've beat up your current girlfriend and she's beat up the other one," Santana said dryly. "It's a thing."

Rachel snorted and glanced at Puck, who seemed just as relieved as she did. He clapped Rachel on the shoulder and pointed towards the counselor's office.

"I need to talk to Emma. See you guys on Wednesday?"

"Sure thing."

"Yep."

"We'll call you when we get there."

Puck gave a thumbs up and walked away. The bell rang and the hallway was full of kids rushing to the lunchroom.

"Oh, hey. We came out here because we know you and Puck usually skip the end of your fourth period. We wanted to see if you wanted to eat with us?" Quinn asked.

"Alone," Santana added.

Rachel smiled and nodded. "I'd love too."

Sue stood in front of the mirror. Her hair fell in wet strands obscuring most of her face, but if one looked close enough, they could easily see the black shadows that crept along her cheekbones and jawline, edging towards the corner of her lips where she scowled. Her thoughts echoed around the empty space, the sound of Emma singing along to some song in the bedroom barely drowned out the regret and guilt and anger that permeated the mist from the shower.

But the regret wasn't for the murder. It was for not doing it sooner.

That's where the guilt came in. Should she feel happy about having her ex-husband murdered? Shouldn't she feel some sort of sadness at the fact his life was over? And that's where the anger came in. Why should she feel sad for a man who caused others so much pain and harm that it was physically impossible for her to care about him in any sense other than as a past mistake, a past lesson, a past-

Everything.

Sue sighed and dropped her chin to her chest. She gripped the counter and rolled her neck around, trying to relieve some of the tension in her shoulders, but soft hands did the job for her. She looked up and saw Emma standing behind her, staring at her through the glass. Nothing was said, but it just reminded Sue of why John needed to go. She had something she was working towards, a different type of happiness that most people her age already had or never found.

"I would say you'll get wrinkles frowning like that, but you already have them."

Sue pouted and said, "I am not that old."

"I never said you were old. I said you had wrinkles. Wrinkles are not indicative of age. They're more representative of experience," Emma responded.

"Nice save."

"Why are you upset?"

Sue chewed on her bottom lip as she thought about the way she needed to respond. She would tell Emma, naturally, but she couldn't tell her at that moment. She turned around and cupped Emma's face, kissing her on the forehead. "Sweetheart, I need you to trust me when I say that when the time is right, I will tell you the truth," she said.

"I would hope so. You can't go around lying to your spouse. What kind of example would that set for our kid?"

Emma pulled away quickly with a small smile and Sue scrunched her face. There was so much to unpack in that one sentence that it took her a moment to realize what Emma was saying. And that Emma was gone.

"Wait! Did you say our kid?" Sue exclaimed, coming into the bedroom.

Emma rolled her eyes and looked at her watch. "It took you longer than thirty seconds to ask me that. You're slipping, Sylvester," she said.

"I- huh?"

Emma pursed her lips and counted down from five. By the time she got to three, Sue was spinning her around the room. After a minute, Emma patted her shoulder and told her she was going to paint the room with her breakfast if she didn't put her down.

"Thanks for adding to my morning sickness," Emma huffed.

"Morning sickness?" Sue repeated. "But, that means-

"I've been pregnant for a while now. With everything that's been going on, I just didn't know how to tell you," Emma said hesitantly.

"Oh. Oh, boy," Sue said weakly.

"Not necessarily. We don't know the sex yet."

Sue glared at Emma for the comment and said, "Not funny."

"I wasn't joking."

"Emma!"

"What?"

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Seriously?"

"I'm not doing anything!"

Sue saw the small smile on Emma's face and flicked her future wife on the nose. "Thank you," she said.

"For what? I didn't do anything."

"For being you, for loving me, and for taking this next step with me."

Emma teared up and smacked Sue on the chest. "Don't talk like that. You know that always gets me," she said.

"I'm serious. I know these last few weeks have been hard, but for you to take this step with me means so much and I love you more than I thought was possible. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and when this baby comes, you'll both be the light of my world and –

Emma clamped her hand over Sue's mouth and inhaled deeply. She was fully crying, and her eyes shined in the setting sun. "You did that on purpose," she whispered.

Sue winked at Emma and moved Emma's hand from her mouth. "Sort of. I meant it regardless. Now, come on, let me get dressed and we'll wake up the monsters downstairs," she said.

"You mean the monsters that have been listening to this entire conversation?" Emma said wryly, pointing to the door.

Sue's head snapped to the side and she saw shadows disappear from beneath the door frame. She looked back at Emma in confusion and the redhead laughed.

"They've been there probably since I screamed when you picked me up off the ground. If I know them well enough, it was Quinn, Santana, and LJ. Puck and Tori wouldn't care enough to stay and eavesdrop. Plus, I told Rachel last night," she said.

Sue inclined her head at that and stomped into her closet, throwing on some clothes. She came back out and yanked open the door.

"Don't kill them!" Emma shouted as Sue closed the door behind her.

Rachel drank from her coffee as Quinn and Santana came into the kitchen.

"You got caught, didn't you?" she asked.

Quinn and Santana had their backs to the living room as they made their own cups of coffee.

"Nope."

"Nah."

Rachel saw Sue come down the stairs and smirked. "Yes, you did," she said.

They turned in unison and saw Sue heading their way. Quinn glanced at Santana, who glanced at Quinn, and Rachel continued to drink her coffee and read as if nothing was wrong.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't tear into you two for being nosy?"

"Because that's gross," Santana said.

"And because we're not afraid of you anymore," Quinn scoffed.

Santana added, "Well, I wouldn't say that."

Rachel snickered under her breath. Sue glanced at her and then the book.

"Is that my copy or yours?" she asked.

"Mine. I brought it with me for the ride," Rachel said.

Sue nodded and went back to Quinn and Santana.

"You do realize that I'm technically your teacher now. Right?"

Quinn and Santana paused for a moment.

"What do you mean?" Quinn asked.

Rachel flipped a page to her book. "Due to Sue being the Cheerio coach and the P.E. coach, as well as an immovable object, she can convince Figgins to take you out of your elective and put you into her class. Since you two are no longer Cheerios, you are no longer exempt from P.E. related activities. Therefore, she can make you run laps like us regular folk during class," she said.

"You didn't need to sound so smug," Santana muttered.

"Didn't I, though?"

"Don't you have P.E. with her?" Quinn asked.

"I do."

"So, wouldn't you be doing laps as well?" Quinn pointed out.

"Not anymore. I have an excuse."

"What excuse?" Santana exclaimed.

"That, my love, is none of your business," Rachel quipped.

"Bullshit, Berry!"

"What was that?" Rachel said, cocking her eyebrow at Santana.

"Nothing," Santana grumbled, folding her arms against her chest.

Rachel narrowed her eyes at Santana. Once the moment passed, Quinn saw Rachel wink at Sue.

"Wait a minute. What's going on?" Quinn asked.

"What makes you think something's going on?" Rachel said.

Quinn put her hands on the counter and looked Rachel in the eyes. "Because you just winked at Sue, you're reading a book –

"Are you saying I don't read books?" Rachel interrupted.

"I'm saying you only read those fantasy books where the princess gets rescued by the rogue outlaw much to the displeasure of her father. Not the slutty romance novels with the shirtless men on the front grabbing the ass of the woman in their arms. Especially not the ones about jocks and high school."

"Is that all?"

Quinn looked down and her eyebrow twitched. "Your outfit," she said.

"What about my outfit?" Rachel asked.

"You're wearing a pair of really short shorts and a tank top."

"I'm going on a road trip and I want to be comfortable," she said.

"To repeat our girlfriend, bullshit."

Rachel cocked her head and closed the book. She rose from her chair and poured the rest of her coffee down the sink. Santana made a sound, but Rachel ignored her. She walked up to Quinn and got close enough their noses touched.

"Let me make something clear to you, Quinn Fabray. You might think you know every little thing about me, but you don't. You know enough and from what you know, I only let you think you know more than that. I'm reading that book because I happen to like the author and I love how she portrays the characters in this novel. It goes beyond the stereotype, and it's about a girl who falls in love with two jocks. I relate to the story, funny enough. Second, I'm wearing this outfit because again, I'm going on a road trip, and I hate being uncomfortable while I'm in the car for longer than an hour. With the information I have just given you, are you still under the impression that something is going on or are you woman enough to admit you were wrong and want to apologize?"

The kitchen was so tense and so quiet that Rachel could hear the grinding of Quinn's teeth. She pressed her lips against Quinn's ear.

"Please remember that I'm not the same girl from before. It will make this trip a lot easier," she whispered.

Rachel lowered herself and backed away from Quinn, who was red in the face.

"I'm going to run upstairs and say bye to Emma," she said. "Then I'll be ready to go."

After Rachel left, Quinn exhaled and fell into the counter.

"You alright there, Quinnie?" Sue teased.

"What the fuck was that?" she wheezed.

"What the fuck was what?" LJ asked as he and Tori came into the room.

"Where do you come from?" Santana hissed.

"The darkest parts of hell," Tori deadpanned.

"You guys missed Quinn meeting that side of Rachel," Sue said.

LJ and Tori took a moment, but then they caught on.

"Oh. Wait, how do you know about that side?" Tori asked.

"I've seen her after she gets slushied or after one of those Glee kids would say something stupid. It's always been there. Guess she got tired of holding back," Sue said.

"Meaning?" Santana asked.

"Rachel likes to be on top," Tori said with a shrug. "Don't ask me why I know that, I just do. These are things sisters discover about each other after too many drinks and close quarters when we have respective partners over."

LJ nudged Tori in the side and she winced.

"Oops?" she said.

"Respective partners?" Quinn repeated.

"What do you mean by that?" Santana asked.

"Did you really think Rachel was a celibate during her time in Seattle?" LJ said. "She had a preference for a blonde or a brunette, sometimes both."

"At the same time?" Santana asked.

LJ and Tori said nothing as Rachel came into the room. She glanced at her siblings and said, "Must you torture them like that?"

"Duh."

They walked out of the room.

"Was that a yes or no?" Santana called out after them.

"You'll find out later," Rachel said.

Santana had no response to that. Quinn patted Santana on the shoulder in sympathy. Sue cackled.

"Ah man. I came down here to get on you all about eavesdropping, but this was way better than anything I had planned."

Quinn and Santana gave short, distracted nods, and Sue laughed at them again.

"Have a safe trip, kid," she said to Rachel. "Leroy wanted me to tell you to call him as soon as you get to Cleveland and as soon as you get to the hotel. He got caught up with the divorce lawyer."

Rachel nodded. She followed Sue into the living room.

"Do you think they were just teasing us about Rachel having sex with two people at once?" Santana whispered.

"Nope."

"Are we screwed?"

"Yep."

"Get a move on!" Rachel shouted. "I don't want either of you driving at night!"