Rachel Berry picked up her phone, looking at the clock for a moment. Brittany was rarely, if ever late, and even if she was it was bordering on fifteen minutes now. She doubted Brittany had stood her up, but she was way past the point of being fashionably late. Dealing with Brittany's problems would at least help distract her from the gigantic mess that was her love life. Now that Finn was back from Texas, it meant that their shared nights, were no longer a possibility.

For a moment, however brief it may have been, it had felt like they were a real couple. But with Finn back, Quinn was back to playing the good Templar, and it was disheartening. She had seemed so indifferent to Sam discovering their relationship, she had thought that maybe it had marked a changing point. But Quinn still wouldn't give her a timeline as to when she planned to break up with Finn. And from her interaction with Finn, she knew that Quinn didn't handle ultimatums well.

Which meant her only decision was to break up with Quinn. It was a painful decision but it was the right decision. She wasn't going to be Quinn's dirty little secret any longer, it had been nearly two years of these clandestine meetings and sweet promises from Quinn, and she couldn't even break her relationship with Finn.

Rachel sighed and looked at her phone once more. She didn't want to be alone with her thoughts, that was why she had agreed to this last-minute meetup despite her gruelling practice schedule. However, if Brittany couldn't bother to be on time—

"Hobbit."

Rachel froze as Santana Lopez sauntered back into her life and pulled out a chair before sitting back down on it. As if her life couldn't get infinitely worse. She steels herself, Santana had a way of getting under her skin, and with her current feelings of vulnerability, she wasn't in the mood to end up as a notch on Santana's post. "Santana," Rachel said curtly. "I would prefer if you didn't levy such childish insults at me. Is Brittany around or—"

"Look at you, using big words again. This is why we weren't ever going to work," Santana said calmly. "Brittany has no idea that I borrowed her phone and set this meeting up. "Santana flashes Rachel a sly smile and leans forward, to grab Rachel's phone, before Rachel can react.

"What are you—"

"Rumor on the street is that you're fucking a Templar," Santana said as she unlocks Rachel's phone. "Can I just say you and Brittany really need to change the passwords to your phone," Santana said with a roll of her eyes as she headed to Rachel's photos. She looks up at Rachel who had gone rigid, "It's true isn't it?"

Rachel hesitated for a moment before looking away, "I've never told her about you Santana, I would never. I know our relationship didn't end on the best of circumstances and you've banned me from your bar—"

"You were never forbidden from entering Lost Saint's Rachel. You assumed that you weren't welcome and I never bothered to correct you because that would mean calling you and you might get the wrong idea." Santana corrected. She gave up after a few minutes of flipping through pictures. "I know you have a photo of Quinn Fabray, so show me."

"Why?" Rachel said crossing her arms over her chest.

"She came to my bar a couple months back, and there has been an increased Templar presence in our area," Santana lies with ease, watching as Rachel's eyes go wide for a moment. "My day staff, Marissa said she gave her name and when I went to look her up, I noticed that she had tagged you on Instagram. It was the only thing that stood out on her hipster page, where all she takes picture of is foods."

"Quinn isn't—" Rachel struggled to find the right words. Quinn did believe that her mission was a just and holy one, they had spent weeks arguing about it. It was one of their main points of contention because she didn't quite understand how Quinn could say all this and still want to be with her. Rachel manages to grab her phone back and glances down to see that Santana had been going through her photos. "Why do you want a photo of her?" Rachel presses immediately.

"Relax, hobbit, I have no intention of going to war with your girlfriend. I need a face to a name, and cursory information. Is she an only child? How many parents does she have?"

Rachel frowned, "Those questions sound like you want to do something to her Santana, and I can't allow that."

"So, you think it's okay for her to go around killing magic-touched?"

"Having a specialized unit to deal with dangerous magic-touched? Absolutely, I think they're necessary. Before you can give me that look, I said they're necessary for dangerous magic-touched, not all. I'm aware that they've began to crack down on magic-touched across the country. I see the news reports, I know they're starting to grab children as well in some parts of the country. But Quinn's not apart of that—"

"Because she'd tell you if she was?" Santana shot back. She takes a breath, "I know for a fact that the Templars are taking children to turn them into hounds to hunt us down Rachel. We need to look into it, and I need your help. I have no intention of hurting your girlfriend."

"That sounds outrageous, I know you don't like the Templars but where is your proof?" Rachel said putting her phone down.

"Proof? Are you serious? Why would I lie about this Rachel?" Santana snapped, years ago Rachel would have believed her. "Is the sex that good that you don't remember that the Templars used to burn people like me? You really think that they wouldn't?" Santana asked.

"I don't know what to think, personally I just think you're hoping to get to Quinn's father through her. They aren't exactly on the best of terms Santana—so if you think you can hurt her—" Rachel's phone rang and she looks down at it and immediately moves to cover the screen with her hand.

Santana couldn't help but look at the phone the moment it had begun to ring. Marissa hadn't lost her mind, that face it was the face that was currently living in her guest bedroom and eating all of her food. She wasn't sure if it was twins or if Charlie was some sort of clone. All this did was raise more questions than answers, but at least Rachel had given her some information to work with. She hadn't known that Quinn Fabray's father was a big shot in the Templars, but now that she had this information, she could look into it and possibly exploit it. She just didn't know how.

With the information burned into her mind, Santana stands up, looking at Rachel who scowled at her, "Like I said, I don't really care about your shitty love-life Rachel, I have no reason to lie to you, you're not worth that much effort." Santana said coolly. "But so, we understand each other, and you know where I stand. You're on the wrong side of history Rachel. I hope she's at least amazing in bed, otherwise it's certainly not worth it."

"Please if anything you're just as bad as she is, at least she has the law on her side," Rachel said standing up, but Santana had already walked out, leaving her to shout at her back. There was a cold chill that she felt and Rachel closed her eyes, she should tell Quinn. Warn Quinn that Santana was planning something, she recognized that look in her eye. But she couldn't bring herself to do it, it wouldn't just be Santana, it would be Brittany and Mike and all the innocent magic-touched. They would all get caught up in this. She could only hope that Santana meant it, that Quinn wouldn't be hurt.

"I think our best course of action going forth right now is actually getting our hands on the drug. None of our contacts have managed to get their hands on the drug, and by the time we roll in they've already out. So, we need to figure out which state they are going to be in next." Quinn said looking at the map carefully.

"Texas, New York and California—" Sam said looking at the three states carefully. "You don't think it's the same organization that is doing the work, just in different areas do you?"

"I do. They could be disorganized, but we can't find anything when we hit the streets, and the cops seem to be aware of it. No one is talking, the cops are just rounding up drug users now but no one is talking. Like absolutely no one, many people haven't heard of it yet, and we're not finding anything new." Quinn said with a frown. She was missing something, she just couldn't see it.

"Most of the people are tourists, not everyone but most of them were tourists, are we not looking in the right places?" Sam pressed, he had just finished going through all of the files to catch up.

Quinn sighed, "I believe we are, the cops have retraced their movements on the nights in question and we haven't gotten anything—but I do think you're onto something," Quinn said pulling out her phone. "Most of these happened during major tourist events. So, let's see what's happening in the US this month."

"The Kentucky Bourbon festival," Sam suggested.

Quinn snorted, "That sounds like something you'd be interested in going to, and while I imagine there'd be plenty of people who want to try out Kentucky Bourbon, I don't necessarily think that means that they'll want to try some new drug to go with it. Clearly they must know their product is being investigated—"

The age range for that would be too old, and far too cautious. There might be risk takers in that crowd, but certainly not enough to pay premium for a new magical drug. Not in Kentucky anyway, where she was certain more people would report it. New Orleans on the other hand was one of the few states where magic was celebrated. Their rich history of voodoo, their various festivals—the massive influx of tourists and transients—if she was in charge of distributing the drug that is where she'd set up shop. If they weren't already there. But there had been no unexplainable deaths so far. "I think we need to take a look at—"

"Since when do you two work together?"

Quinn and Sam stopped talking and turned to look at Finn who was standing behind them, with two cups of coffee in his hand, confusion on his face. "I formed a team with Sam, I was going to tell you but we've both been busy," Quinn said easily.

"I thought we were going to solve this case together," Finn frowned, that was why he had been feeding Quinn everything, she always knew what to do and he wasn't sure how he felt about her and Sam, they had talked even though he and Sam were roommates.

"We were, but then I heard that the powers that be wanted to see how I did without you," Quinn lied with ease. It was easier to say that then to let him know that Sue wanted her to stop working with him for his own safety. "I mean I just got cleared for light desk duty," Quinn said motioning to her arm. "So, I asked Sam so he could get promoted as well."

Finn turned to Sam for a moment and then looked down at both of the coffees that he'd brought and frowns slightly, "I didn't know," he said with a sigh before offering what was to be his coffee to Sam.

"It's fine," Sam said with an easy-going shrug turning to look back at the map, trying to give them both a little bit of privacy.

Finn nodded and handed Quinn her coffee, "The case has me stumped, you can't even give me a hint?"

"Burning man," Quinn said immediately with a simple shrug, "Check out Burning Man, we might honestly get lucky there. I suggest the bigger festival, but if you're going in, go undercover. No one is going to sell magical drugs to a Templar Finn."

Finn nodded, that made a lot of sense to him, he leans in and gives Quinn a kiss on the forehead, "Thanks for the tip. Good luck with Sam."

Quinn nodded, watching as he left before turning her attention back to the map, when Sam clears his throat, she looks at him. "They might get lucky with Burning man but I don't think that's the complete product. We need to cut the head off, and my gut is telling me we'll find the answers in New Orleans."

"Really your gut? That's why you have the highest closure rate?" Sam scoffs.

Quinn rolled her eyes, "We'll go together," she muses. "We've got a few days to prepare though—"

"We?" Sam said looking at Quinn, sure she looked okay but she hadn't been cleared and she had just lost the sling for her arm yesterday. "I thought we agreed, you're the brain and I'm the brawn in this."

"We did, and you are. But I'm still injured and they are considerably more likely to give me the harder stuff than to give it to you," Quinn explained. "Don't worry you'll be my fake caring boyfriend, who only wants me to get better."

"I'm not going to be responsible if anything happens to you, so we're not doing this until you get cleared Quinn to do this. Which means telling Sue your plan and getting her permission." Sam said crossing his arms over his chest. This was a shitty idea if it depended on Quinn going into the field.

"Sam—"

"Look, you clearly have trouble letting go or maybe it's control issues, but you haven't been medically cleared and if anything happens to you, it'll be on me. So, talk to the powers that be. Talk to Sue, or your father, or whoever can sign off on this, and then we'll go to New Orleans."

Quinn glared at him, she had probably picked the wrong person to work with. Finn would have taken her in a heartbeat, he was far easier to manipulate than this. "Fine."

"We'll go together," Sam smiled, there was no way that he was going to allow Quinn to trick him either. They may be working together but they were just getting to know one another and he wouldn't put it past her to get fake permission.