Rachel has just returned from her trip to New York with Kurt. They'd spent the weekend in their new apartment to learn how to navigate the city and see the sights before moving. She was incredibly excited to be back home to tell Brittany all about her trip. Brittany stares dreamily at her girlfriend from her spot on Rachel's bed, gently kicking her legs back and forth as the excited girl paces around while speaking.
"It was simply amazing Britt. It's like...being home." Rachel beams and Brittany nods, happy to see Rachel this way.
Sometimes when Rachel talks about New York it makes Brittany sad because they'll be so far away from each other but now that she can teleport, she doesn't think the distance will be that bad.
"I'm glad you like it, now come sit down. You're making me dizzy." Rachel smiles warmly as she sits next to Brittany.
"I'm sorry, I'm just so excited!" She squeals and Brittany giggles.
"I know. I'm excited for you, but I'm going to miss you. A lot." Brittany says softly. Rachel smiles at her before planting a kiss on her cheek.
"I'll miss you too but you can always come see me whenever you want."
"I know. It's just gonna be hard but it won't last forever." Rachel smiles, threading her fingers through Brittany's.
"Exactly. Besides, we'll both be so busy that you won't have time to be sad about missing me." Brittany shrugs lightly.
"I just thought about something. Quinn told us the flowers disappear when our powers go away, right?" Rachel's eyebrows furrow at the sudden change in subject but she answers anyway.
"Yes."
"Does that mean that when we run out of flowers, we run out of powers too?" Rachel hadn't thought about it but that Brittany might be right.
"I suppose so because there really isn't a way to replant them." Brittany looks away thoughtfully before nodding.
Later the two are cuddling in Rachel's bedroom, watching a movie of Brittany's choosing when Rachel hears voices from outside of her bedroom window. Curiosity getting the better of her, she eventually gets up to see what is going on outside much to Brittany's dismay.
"Come back." She whines.
"Give me just a minute sweetie." Rachel says as she gently pulls back her curtain to peak out of the window.
In her driveway she sees her father Leroy and what seems to be a tow truck driver having a very heated discussion which she can only assume is about his car being on the back of the man's truck. Rachel continues to silently watch until the man drives away with her fathers car.
"I'll be right back." Rachel tells Brittany without waiting for her response before heading downstairs to speak to her father.
"What's going on? I heard yelling." Rachel finds her father angrily pacing around the living room. Once Leroy's eyes land in his daughter, his face softens as he let's out a small sigh.
"Everything's okay, I'm sorry I disturbed you." He tells her with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"You don't have to hide things from me. I know you guys have been struggling lately and I haven't worked out all the details just yet but I want to help. I'll get a job to help pay you guys back and -"
"Rachel." Leroy places his hands on his daughters forearms, smiling sadly.
"All you need to do is focus on is enjoying your summer and preparing for NYADA, okay? Don't worry about us. We'll be fine." Rachel wants to believe that but she knows the truth.
"Okay." She quietly responds. The older man smiles before pulling her into a hug and kissing the top of her head.
"Your father and I are so proud of you. I love you."
"I love you too." Leroy gives Rachel one more squeeze before letting her go.
"Okay, now go back upstairs. I'll make you girls another bowl of popcorn." As Rachel looks at her father, she feels like she can see all the worry and stress that weighs on him but the look in his eyes breaks Rachel's heart. The only way she could describe it is a look of complete hopelessness. He could try to hide it all he wants but Rachel isn't stupid, she knows the car was just repossessed but she's afraid that won't be the last.
"When you said you were picking me up, I thought you meant in a car." Santana comments, glancing down to the ground as she pushes a strand of hair out of her face.
"Where's the creativity in that? I thought you'd appreciate the ride." Quinn says as her grip tightens around Santana's waist.
"What I don't appreciate is, you not telling me to wear pants." Quinn chuckles as they gently guide through the night sky.
"We're not even moving that fast, and besides," She pauses as her gaze shifts to Santana's exposed cleavage.
"I love this dress." Quinn husks, a lustful glint in her eye as she and Santana make eye contact. Santana smirks, shamelessly loving the attention.
"You love anything I wear if it shows off the girls." Quinn couldn't dispute that.
"Do you think we could have sex in the sky?" Quinn laughs, the question having caught her off guard.
"I'm serious. That would take joining the Mile High Club to a whole new level." Quinn quirks an eyebrow, considering the possibility.
"How about we revisit that after dinner?" Santana shrugs with a small huff.
"Fine, but whether it's in the air or in my bed, I'm getting some by the end of the night." Chuckling, Quinn shakes her head lightly.
"Is that all you focus on?" Santana raises her eyebrow.
"Says the woman who was just seconds away from drooling over my boobs." Quinn shrugs.
"You know I'm a boob girl, I can't help it."
"Just keep your eyes forward," Santana rests her head in the crook of Quinn's neck. "I don't need a pigeon slapping me in the face." She quietly finishes and begins softly pressing kisses to Quinn's neck, sending shivers down her spine.
"I can't focus if you're going to do that." The soft warm air from Santana's laugh isn't helping her situation.
"Fine. What about now?" Santana moves away from Quinn's neck and slowly outlines her ear with tongue.
"I will drop you." Quinn says playfully and Santana pulls back.
"You wouldn't dare." She challenges.
"Want to bet?" Quinn questions with a devilish smirk. Santana relents, knowing that neither of them are keen to backing down.
"Get me to some food woman. I needs to eat." Quinn takes her victory and obeys Santana's wishes.
Quinn had taken Santana to Chicago after the girl had mentioned she'd wanted a deep dish pizza. It was a hassle at first to get her to eat said item but Quinn won that battle. After walking around for a little while, they flew home but both girls were very surprised to find Rachel outside of Santana's house once they got there.
"What are you doing here?" Santana asks as Quinn gently sits her down.
"I've tried calling both of you but got no response so I thought since Santana lives closer to me, I'd drop by."
"Is everything okay?" Quinn asks concerned.
"Did something happen to B?" Rachel smiles softly to reassure them.
"Brittany is fine. I just needed to speak with you. Both of you. " Santana sighs softly, glancing at her phone for the time.
"Make it quick. It's my abuela's casino night and I've only got a few more hours before she come home." Santana brushes past Rachel to unlock the front door. The girls follow her in and Santana speaks again once the door is closed.
"So, what is it?" Rachel clasps her hands at her waist.
"Do you two remember that conversation we had at the clearing?" Their brows crease.
"You're going to have to be a little more specific Rachel." Quinn tells her.
"Of course. Specifically, I'm speaking about when Santana mentioned...robbing a bank." Both girls glance at each other before returning their focus to Rachel.
"What about it?" Santana asks.
"Well...after careful deliberation, I've decided I don't think it's such a horrible idea."
"That was just joke." Quinn adds and Santana turns to her.
"No it wasn't. I mean, yeah I was a little tipsy but I meant what I said." Santana turns back to Rachel.
"You want to do this? Because I'm game." Quinn watches them with a confused expression.
"Wait, are you two serious? You seriously think we can rob a bank?" Her eyes widening at the realization.
"With some detailed planning, I have no doubt this would actually work in our favor." Rachel and Santana carefully watch Quinn's expression go from pure shock to interest.
"Okay, let's regroup tomorrow. Sleep on it and if you feel the same tomorrow, we'll talk." This satisfies Rachel for the moment.
"Hold on. Why are you so interested now? I thought it was wrong and you were so 'above it all'". Santana folds her arms as she awaits her reply. Rachel's eyes dart to each girl before dropping suddenly.
"If you must know, my fathers...could use some financial assistance so since this is for a good cause, I am willing to set aside certain values. Just this once." The girls silently watch her, Santana's features softening just slightly.
"Q's right. Sleep on it." Santana says and Rachel nods.
"Okay. Enjoy your night ladies." And with that she's out the door.
Santana and Quinn's night didn't go exactly as Santana had hoped because Quinn now wouldn't stop talking about what Rachel had said but she kept good on her promise to get some by the end of the night.
"You literally just told us about this less than 24 hours ago. How the hell did you prepare an entire presentation?" Santana stares curiously at the green folder Rachel has just handed her.
"You didn't actually plan our crime and print it off, right?" Quinn opens her purple folder containing multiple handouts and sighs in relief at the handwritten outline.
"Of course not but after leaving Santana's house, I had some time to think so I came up with at least one strategy to give us a foundation." Rachel returns to the center of her entertainment room, clip board in hand as she stands before the girls in her basement.
"I hope you plan on burning these." Quinn says, tossing the folder into the empty couch cushion next to her. "The last thing we need is a paper trail." She continues and Rachel frowns.
"I suppose I may have overlooked that detail." Santana rolls her eyes, grabbing Quinn's and Brittany's folders then ignites them in her hand, closely watching as it turns to ash.
"Just tell us what you came up with." Santana says, wiping the ash from her hand on a towel Rachel had quickly gotten for her after seeing the flames. Brittany leans back against the couch, casually popping jelly beans in her mouth before Rachel clears her throat and speaks.
"Okay. So I thought, a bank sounds nice but what about a federal reserve instead?" The three girls look to each other.
"Go big or go home right?" Santana shrugs.
"Exactly." Rachel grins. "The closest location is in Cleveland but I wasn't too sure if that would be the best location seeing as we live in Ohio and have the ability to reach every other location."
"Well, if something goes wrong, we'll at least know the law since we're from Ohio." Brittany shrugs and Quinn nods.
"Great point Britt. Yeah, I vote we stay here." Nodding, Rachel checks off a box on her clipboard.
"That settles that. Quinn, you and I will need to go investigate the building. Gather how many cameras are in place, how often security patrols, how many officers and things of that nature." Quinn nods her understanding.
"Santana and Brittany, you two will need to get a picture of the blueprint for the building."
"And how are we supposed to do that?" Santana questions.
"Teleport. I'm sure you can figure out the rest." Santana sighs but nods nonetheless.
"What happens after we get all this stuff?" Rachel grins at Brittany's question.
"Once we have all the information we need, we're only one step away from becoming multi millionaires." One by one, each of the girls faces match Rachel's.
"This is gonna be fun." Santana smirks.
The next few days proved to be anything but fun for the girls. It was a lot of hard work, planning and re-planning until they'd finally put all the pieces together Two weeks of brainstorming to ensure nothing fails, they'd finally agreed on a plan and set a date to complete their task.