"This is it." Quinn say herself, glancing at the building from her spot across the street.
Quinn looks out into the night sky, waiting patiently until her clock says 11:15pm. Once the time comes, Quinn quickly meets Rachel and Santana at the front door of the building just as Brittany opens it from the inside.
"Perfect timing B." Santana smiles as she walks inside the building, Quinn and Rachel following behind her.
"Thanks." She falls in line with them as they make their way to the basement.
"You're sure you tied the knots tight, right?" Quinn questions as they walk past the security booth.
All the girls play an important roll but Brittany plays a very vital part. Since she is the only one with the ability to teleport, her job is to get inside and take out each guard one by one as well as transport the money.
"Yep." Her lips pop to exaggerate her 'P'.
"Just like you taught me." She continues as the girls approach the stairwell, carefully shinning their flashlights at the floor to light their way. Santana was able to disable the power to the building as well as the backup generator.
"Perfect. Let's get to the vault." Rachel adds as she begins her decent to the basement.
Soon the girls are standing outside of the Titanium door that stands between them and their riches.
"Alright Q, you're up." Santana says, fixing the duffle bag straps on her shoulders.
Quinn nods slightly, standing in front of the door. They wanted to be as discreet as possible but without a fingerprint they wouldn't be able to get into the vault. Meaning, they had to result to brute strength. Quinn grabs the handle and takes a deep breath before twisting it with all of her might until it breaks off in her hand. They'd prepared for this though so she tosses the handle to Santana and takes her bags before swinging the door wide open. Rachel and Brittany follow her into the room as Santana begins unpacking some tools to weld the handle back on to the door.
"This is the most insane thing I've ever laid eyes on." Santana glances inside the vault at Quinn's words but continues working otherwise.
"Yes, though I have to say I expected...more. It seems a bit outdated to have money stacked on pallets, locked away in a vault." Rachel begins as the girls each pick a pallet, opening their bags and sitting them near pallets of neatly stacked currency wrapped in a plastic film.
"With everything being digital now, I'm surprised too but it works out for us." Quinn says as she unzips her final bag.
"How's the door coming San?" Quinn glances over to Santana.
"Almost done." Quinn nods as she, Brittany and Rachel begin quickly unwrapping the money.
Once they finish, Quinn glances at her phone for the time. 11:27pm. They needed to hurry. The sedative they were able to steal from a hospital works as well as any, but since they weren't sure how to use it, they only used small doses on the guards to avoid an accidental death. Money quickly begins filling each bag as Rachel manipulates their taking.
"Babe?" Quinn looks to the door again and smirks once she sees Santana jogging towards them.
"Have some patience Q. I'm not a welder." Quinn didn't care about the comment and honestly just wanted them to keep moving.
Santana grabs one bag and helps Brittany pick up another. The two then disappear and Quinn replaces the bags with 2 more empty ones and Rachel begins to fill them. This routine continues until the girls have taken 3 pallets worth of money and have cleared any evidence of their entry. Now standing in Santana's garage, Quinn can't help but smile as she looks at the bags sitting on the floor.
"We actually did it..." She says quietly, almost in disbelief. Santana smiles widely, shaking Quinn by the shoulders.
"We fucking did it!" Quinn smile as Rachel and Brittany squeal in delight, dancing around the garage.
"Oh my god!" Quinn laughs giddily, wrapping Santana in her arms.
The rest of the night is spent celebrating, the girls finding themselves too excited to sleep. The next day, they began their journey to count their take. They haven't heard anything on the news which helped ease their fears of being caught. It had taken exactly a week from that night for the girls to completely count every single dollar.
Rachel finally counted the last bill and wrote in her note book as the other girls watches her anxiously.
"So, how much is it?!" Brittany is practically vibrating with excitement. The two girls next to her seem to contain themselves a little more but not by much if their grins and fidgeting is any indicator.
"In total we have exactly, one hundred seventy million dollars." Unable to contain her excitement, Brittany squeals as she pulls Quinn into a tight hug. Quinn and Santana both are struggling to pick their jaws up from the floor as Rachel grins.
"Are you sure? Like really sure?" Santana asks to wish Rachel nods.
"Positive. We'll all receive exactly forty two and a half million dollars." She grins and gasps in surprise as she's pulled out of her chair and into Santana's arms.
"I told you we could do it!" Rachel chuckles softly as she returns Santana's hug.
"I'm buying you a fucking island Berry!" Santana pulls away but leaves her hands on Rachel's shoulders. Laughing, Rachel just shakes her head.
"Thank you but I can buy it myself." Santana laughs and hugs Rachel again.
"We should go to Disney World to celebrate!" Brittany adds.
"We'll take the private jet I'm about to buy." Quinn responds with a smile.
The girls decided it would be best to wait at least a month before they spent any of the cash, though it was hard for each of them. Quinn decided to use her time to figure out how she could plant the flowers that had granted them such magnificent powers but no matter what she tried, the flowers continued to disintegrate after 24 hours. It was frustrating knowing that this would all soon be over if she couldn't figure it out.
"You're really cute when you're focused but I can literally feel your frustration. What's up?" Santana asks, sitting next to Quinn on her bed with a mug of hot tea.
"These stupid flowers." Quinn grumbles from behind her computer screen. Santana sighs, grabbing the machinery and sits it on her nightstand.
"Take this and let me take all that tension away." Santana licks her lips hungrily as she glances over Quinn's body. She isn't wearing anything special but Santana isn't focusing on that. Quinn blushes slightly under Santana's gaze as she takes the mug.
"And how are you going to do that?" Quinn smirks as she brings the cup to her lips.
"I'm going to fuck you until every ounce of tension leaves your body." Quinn leans back against Santana's head board, sitting her cup on the nightstand as Santana slowly crawls on top of her.
"I like the sound of that." Quinn wraps her arms Santana's neck, pulling her into passionate kiss. Once they come up for air, Santana's lips move to Quinn's jaw line then down to her neck. Quinn's hand threads through Santana's hair.
"Hey." Quinn says softly. Santana lifts her head, her bottom lip tucked between her lips and eyes half lidded with desire.
"Yes?" She husks.
"What are you going to do with all of this money?" Santana lifts a brow.
"This can't wait?" Quinn's silence is enough of an answer for Santana, who sighs softly.
"Be the bad bitch that I am, duh." Santana smirks and Quinn giggles.
"I'm serious." Santana settles between Quinn's legs and rests her head on her chest, looking into her eyes.
"I don't know. I'm definitely not going to college." Quinn now looks at her curiously.
"Why not?"
"You know I never really wanted to go anyway so now I don't have to." Quinn nods.
"What about you?" Santana asks.
"Me? I still want to go to Yale. Yeah, we don't have to think about money anymore but what the hell else would I do with the rest of my life?"
"Travel the world with me." Santana smiles lovingly and Quinn matches her expression as she cups her cheek, stroking it gently.
"I can't wait to do that San but I still want my degree." Santana nods understandingly.
"Guess we're heading to Connecticut then."
"We?"
"Hell yeah, we. My future baby mama isn't going to a new state on her own now that I can actually keep her company." Quinn laughs softly.
"Future baby mama. While I love the idea of a family with you, future wife has a better ring to it." Santana chuckles before leaning into Quinn's hand.
"I'm definitely putting a ring on that finger. Don't worry." Quinn playfully rolls her eyes.
"Right." She sarcastically adds.
"I'm serious Q. Take this as an informal proposal. I'm going to marry you one day. Whenever you're ready, just let me know." Santana winks.
"Oh, and I'm buying a motorcycle...and a Lamborghini." Quinn chuckles and shakes her head.
"Okay, now get back up here and make good on your promise." She smirks.
Rachel was ecstatic about being able to help her fathers but she wasn't exactly sure how to give them the money without raising their suspicions. She also feels extremely guilty for what she had done to acquire the funds to help her fathers. When she'd suggested they'd seriously consider their heist, she'd convinced herself that some times you have to do bad things if it's for a good cause and it worked for a while. Rachel found that her conscious was clear but she still wonders who she hurt in her own selfish act.
"You could tell them you found it. Like buried treasure." Brittany shrugs. Rachel had come over to her house a few hours ago and hasn't stopped talking about how to give her fathers the money.
"They would only have me take it to the nearest police station." Rachel tells her.
"You won the lottery?" Rachel considers this briefly before shaking her head.
"They won't take it from me no matter how I acquired it." Brittany huffs, crossing her legs.
"I've got it!" Brittany's head turns towards the smaller woman near her dresser.
"What?" Rachel turns to her with a smirk.
"How well of an actress do you think Quinn may be?" Brittany's eyebrows furrow before she shrugs.
"You want me to what?" Quinn questions. Something told her Rachel wanted something from her when she invited her to go shopping Santana would argue that Rachel has never been shopping a day in her life and wears the hand-me-downs of her great-great aunt Gertrude but Quinn knows that's not true.
"I know it may be asking for a lot but it's the only solution I have." Quinn glances at the girl as they walk towards an empty table.
"It's not a lot. I just didn't expect it." Quinn comments as they sit. "But, I don't mind helping. When do you want to do it?" She continues.
"Whenever you have the time but the sooner the better." Quinn nods.
"All I'd need to do is pretend to be a lawyer?" Rachel nods with a grin. Having a friend who can shapeshift has its perks.
"Yes. Some distant relative I'll create will have passed and left them a small fortune. You just need to make things seem official." Quinn nods her head since it seems simple enough.
"I could do that. Tomorrow work for you?" As Rachel responds, Quinn hears her phone ring. Quickly glancing at the name on the screen, Quinn answers the call.
"Hey Britt."
"Quinn, they took San!" Brittany frets and Quinn's heart skips a beat.
"Who took her?" Rachel watches her with confusion and concern.
"The cops! They just took her!" By this point Quinn is already standing from her chair, jogging towards the nearest exit with Rachel quickly following behind.
Thanks for reading, take care of yourselves. Til next time.