A/N: I'm SO SORRY! I have been sick, with many things for a while now, but I'm finally recovered fully, and looking back on this chapter I wrote while on my very literal deathbed, I think. Wow. What medicine was I high on? XD So this is the rewrite of that ball of suck. Enjoy.

The dim lights hanging lowly on the ceiling shadowed her eyes, her beautiful brown eyes. Only a tiny dangerous glint was lit behind them. Finn thought that this kind of suited her. He didn't even know her outside of a large rap sheet he received for an undercover job and yet, he could already see that this - life, was all a game to her. Where she would come out on top.

Okay, maybe his wife's melodrama babble was rubbing off on him. But heck, the girl in front of him probably loved making drama. Or at the extreme end of things, loved making the whole world her little game. He was surprised she seemed not to know who he was. Ahem… who he really was…

"Um, Finn…?"

He jolted out of his thoughts to see her stare changed into a combination of amusement and annoyance, she clearly had been trying to get his attention while he stood there like a dolt. Now he was embarrassed because he had been so occupied in his rather random thoughts surrounding her that admittedly didn't make sense.

"Sorry Miss, I was simply thinking about how beautiful you are…" He said, trying to properly channel this confident, charming guy that he was supposed to be. Even though he thought it was perfect, for some reason Santana had started smirking. Then she giggled.

"Just sit down Finn." She responded, resting her hand on her palm and looking up at him so he was looking directly into those, really distracting eyes.

He sat down, trying not to sit too close to her, she was tempting… that was an understatement actually, she was a regular vixen. Everything about her screamed sexual. The way she was looking at him through half lidded eyes, the way her fingers drummed softly against her cheek and even the way she rolled her eyes just now at how far he was sitting from her.

"Mister if I wanted a stuffy office transaction I'd have gone to a daytime jewelry store. Now face me already!"

She tugged his arm so he was up close with her and even went so far as to cross her ankles in his so he was stuck. Sure, he could have tugged away from the embrace, but oddly, he didn't want to. It would ruin his cover… yeah, that was it.

"Miss Santana, would you like to see the jewels now?" He asked, trying not to look phased at all by their close contact, especially at how somehow she had inched even closer and her knees were up against his.

"Mmmhmm…" She murmured softly brushing her hand against his hand and he was confused, and a little bit hot under the collar as she brushed her fingers against his wrist, up his arm and then into his jacket. He actually did a good job keeping a faux amused face while his insides twisted at his confusion and the feeling he dared not name for his wife's sake.

As she pulled her hand away, she opened her fist to reveal the very same velvet jewelry bag Sam had slipped him before he entered this place. He chuckled, partially out of relief.

"Clever… but how did you-"

"Years of practice my dear visitor, years of practice." She laughed in reply, and it actually sounded sweet and not at all like she was testing him. It was actually nice… As soon as the moment enveloped them, it vanished, as Finn remembered to do his job.

He emptied the bag and marveled at some of the stuff held inside. The little bag was pretty hefty for its size but he never imagined that it could hold all these beautiful and clearly real diamond, sapphire, ruby and tanzanite rings. Or the diamond necklaces, or the bracelets…

-P.O.V. Switch-

Santana eyed the choice picks she had herself stuffed into the bag without really looking at. She remembered when she had lifted the entire display at Premiere's Jewels. Honestly she just loved having jewels, she didn't really need them though, between gifts from suitors, gifts from Cousin Al, and of course, bribery to stay away from their stores, she probably had more jewels than England. However as a wise Cousin once said,

"It doesn't matter how much you need, it's that you never need to ask if you have enough."

Wise words indeed.

She looked through the pile, smiling a little. She picked up a little silver locket. Small diamonds were encrusted on the heart, the chain was thin but sturdy… She usually didn't like small jewelry. For one it was extremely tiring to replace them whenever they snapped off, like when she was making a drug raid and some idiot grabbed the little thing in their brute hands and yanked. Also it was kind of a safety hazard. For the exact reason she listed. Yeah. Jewelry cutting her would be a press field day.

However, if she kept this tucked in her shirts, it wouldn't get ruined, or, you know, cut her.

"I'll take this one." She said grinning, then trying to hide her uncharacteristically bubbly enthusiasm. And failing. She heard him chuckling and moved in even closer, just because making him hot and bothered and of course uncomfortable would make him shut up. She was the one who should be chuckling at his awkward moments!

"What?" She hissed a little, then stopped the whole hostile thing once he patted her knee softly, in an apologetic gesture.

"Sorry, the grin was actually, really… cute. It's nice seeing you without the hellish smirk on your face."

She raised her eyebrow and looked at him, as he continued, thinking he had offended her more.

"I-I mean not that your smirk isn't really sexy it's just as intimidating as it is sexy… Not that that's a bad thing I just meant that I just like when your honestly smiling—is all."

She looked at him.

"Are you done with the idiotic babbling?"

He nodded, and Santana actually smiled for real, he could be cute, you know, when he wasn't just staring. It was as endearing as it was creepy.

"Good. And I understood what you meant the first time I just wanted to see you squirm a little."

He gave her a look then growled playfully, he didn't quite know what he was doing and frankly neither did she, until he felt probing fingers at her side.

"F-Finn, stop-p it!" She giggled, not knowing why but actually enjoying this, it was far from what she imagined it, but since he was warming up to her, things weren't all bad. Well at least if he could stop with those offending fingers.

She giggled and squirmed helplessly under him and finally pushed him off, breathless from laughing so much, noticing finally that she was actually on top of him, her hands on his chest and their eyes meeting.

The plan was back on track.

She was surprised that he warmed up to her so quickly as he whispered into her ear

"Nice to see you squirm a little…"

She blushed, then shook her head, she was enjoying this in an entirely different way than she intended and it was annoying her to no end. She leaned over and smirked again, his hands were on her waist, not quite pushing her off but not quite letting her leave him either, they were a hair's length apart, her eyes meeting his again and she had time to admire the clueless expression in them before mentally chiding herself and finally leaning in.

-P.O.V. Switch-

He didn't understand what had changed in him, but all thoughts of Rachel were blurring in his head, it was almost as if she was literally and purposefully making his brain hazy. He certainly hoped to get close with this mob boss, but this wasn't what he had in mind.

The smell of her light floral perfume hung between them like a cloud. His hands wouldn't let her go, but kept her just far enough away to hold her up instead of having her body pressed into his. He closed his eyes quickly so he wouldn't be hypnotized by her charming looks but that only made it worse… he felt a pair of warm soft lips pressing against his, gently at first but as he made no moves to leave, they bore down harder on him, leaving a taste of liquor, sugar, mint and matte lipstick in it's wake, he was released and he was about to open his eyes, when the feeling came back as Santana pressed her lips to his again, he knew she was pleased when he responded, kissing her back, reluctantly but losing all reason when her hands trailed down his chest and made a tiny fist in his jacket, keeping him close.

He suddenly realized what he was doing and had to pull away, of course but she made the decision, freeing her lips from his and gently pressing them to his cheek, then trailing kisses along the top of his neck. He couldn't help but let out a noise of satisfaction, Rachel never did anything like this with him.

He instantly felt guilty as a picture of his wife flashed in his mind and he wondered what she was doing, right now, and tried to focus on that instead of the warmth and pleasure spreading through him as the fiery young woman pressed kisses along his neck.

I'm doing this for you Rachel… I'm so sorry…

Although he had to wonder if he was sorry enough.

-Quinn and Sam's apartment-

Sam smiled as he held Quinn in his arms on their couch, watching Beth play with the little glass horse figurines Quinn's mother had so kindly given to the little cowgirl. He gently placed his hand on his wife's belly, smiling at her, then gently kissed her forehead. All the guilt he had over betraying Finn vanished as soon as he held this beautiful blonde angel in his arms.

He didn't want to, he really didn't. He didn't even want to be in this business, or persecuting these people, but he had met Quinn when she bowled him over to avoid a stray bullet, then led him into a safe place. She had once said that honestly, she wasn't struck by his looks then, she simply didn't want a crime scene on Santana's head.

"Look Mister, just keep quiet and stick with me, or your blood will stain the pavement, and that's too messy for us."

However, looking into those eyes, he was hooked from that moment. So, when Santana saw them and said he had to die, cause he knew too much, he had offered to join her mob. Not really over the threat of death, so much as wanting to get to know the beautiful woman who vouched for him.

"It's either trust him or kill him, and frankly I didn't go through all that trouble to start killing innocent bystanders… well ones I stuck my neck out for anyway." She flashed him a dazzling smile and Santana shrugged and had been pretty okay with it, besides if I was a weasel they would just kill me on the spot.

He would have even been fine living this life, then going home to a date with Quinn, who at this point had been impressed with both his kindness and my resilience. It wasn't as simple as he thought. Santana had the oh so brilliant idea to plant a mole in the feds, to give them leads and make sure no one was on their trail.

It was a job, certainly, and she said this was the only thing I could do to earn her trust. Quinn had been hesitant though, which made me absolutely sure that I was doing this for her.

"Santana! Are you crazy! Your making him do this to prove his trust! Your risking his life, and it's already on the line enough as it is! He'll be a moving target for our rivals!" Quinn looked distraught, and he thought this was a far cry from the girl who had been so calmly leading him through a battlefield when they first met. Before Santana could reassure her, I stepped in.

I softly took her hands, liking how she curled her fingers around mine, it was one of the things I love about her.

"Quinn, sweetheart, you know we're already in danger as it is. Everyday. This is good, I could warn you of danger, keep you safe. I'll do this for you Quinn, and I'll be fine. I mean, who could ever guess this face was the face of a mobster?" I made a silly face purposely and she gently tightened her grip, pouting a little.

"Fine… but I don't like it."

"Me neither sweetheart."

He was shaken out of his thoughts by the feel of cool metal of Quinn patting his hand, her wedding ring shining as beautiful as one year ago when they had married in a secretly protected ceremony, attended by Santana, Brittany, Puckerman, Judy Fabray, Fran Fabray, Connie Evans, Jack Evans and of course Kurt, Mercedes and Tina had to be there giving input on every little detail. Who was the flower girl of course? Little Beth, toddling down the aisle led by the hand of her father.

Who now that he was looking up he saw was standing there, looking down at him with a cool contempt that Sam actually jumped a little. He narrowed his eyes as Quinn came up behind Puckerman and looked at him strangely.

"Your back? I thought you were leaving!" She said indignantly and Sam stiffened, Puck was here tonight?

"Yes honey, he paid an unexpected visit to me while you were with that man at that place." For all her mob like tendencies, she detested speakeasies.

Before either of them could reply, Puck said sheepishly almost embarrassed.

"I found something for Beth's room, the pawn shop was still open and I thought she would like it. Wouldn't you?" His voice turned soft as he turned to Beth who ran over on unsteady legs and jumped up to meet Puck's arms.

"Daddy!" She cried, sounding muffled since her two front teeth weren't fully grown in yet.

"Kiddo, I got you a little present-"

She did the cute thing of tilting her head to the side and grinning from ear to ear. Quinn found the painting, giving a look of pure affection to Puck and Sam couldn't help but feel many stabs of jealousy, was she actually showing affection to him?

"It's perfect."

It was a picture of a little farm, a horse, lines of ducklings following their mother, even a little barn cat coming from the side of the barn. Sam almost smiled, Beth would love it. Almost. He wasn't above petty jealousy… he tried to be but when it came to Quinn's previous suitor, he couldn't help but feel left out.

Puck smirked, almost sensing his exact thoughts, Sam knew it by the look in his eyes, mischief and evil, rolled into one guy that the ladies went wild for.

"I've got to go, but I can't wait for tomorrow night Q, good night." He kissed Quinn's cheek softly, then Beth's little forehead and whispered, "Night Kiddo."

And left.

Sam had to say it, jealously clearly oozing out of his voice.

"Tomorrow night?"

A/N: Horrid Chapter is HORRID! I promise to do better for our first Artie chapter! However, it's not as bad it was. Actually eons better. Haha, Sudafed makes me too bad a writer J Now, I'm not a review whore but please review! Because I want to know what you think of this chapter, and you have to admit, I delivered on my promise for a large chunk of Finntana. And snuck some Quick/Fabrevans drama Next chapter preview: Artie shined the ring on his corduroy pants, grinning like a fool. It was simple, but then so was she, brilliance in simplicity. Well, brilliance was a stretch, but certainly quite the sunshine in his life, from her hair to her witty one-liners. It's not too late to guess what this guy may be and what his role in the story is R&R