A/N: YAY Violence!

Finn crept to the door of Santana's suite hoping not to disturb her as he tried to leave. He didn't leave yesterday because she had told him she wanted him to pick up a few things for her and he had a strange feeling if he didn't come back willingly he would come back because he was forced to.

Besides he needed to stay in with her, if he didn't he would never get this case solved. When he had come back, a blonde woman he didn't know, and another who looked awfully familiar were talking to Santana and she introduced them as Brittany and Quinn before shooing him to the hallway outside of her room. He tried to listen in but he couldn't hear anything, which he figured was intentional.

He had managed to get to the door before tripping over his own feet and landing face first on one of her carpets, which earned him a Tsk! From Santana, who, once he lifted his head, he saw was sitting up in her bed and smirking down at him.

"That was a rather nice wake up call Finn. It's nice to watch a circus clown in a simple setting but could you please not damage my floor with your enormous bulk?"

He didn't respond, instead he just got up and dusted himself off. He looked at her for a minute then muttered, sliding closer to the door.

"Sorry for waking you Santana…"

His hand brushed against the doorknob.

"Oh, I was awake the whole time," She stood up and sauntered toward him and he grabbed the knob, when she stood in front of him he gently twisted the knob.

"But I wanted to see how far you would get trying to leave, let me tell you, your not very good at it." She smirked again and grabbed his free hand. She met his eyes and he twitched nervously, noticing how beautiful they were.

He tried to open the door without tripping, which ended up a clear failure as he found himself falling to the ground with Santana pulled on top of him and he couldn't believe how unlucky he was, while at the same time feeling like the luckiest man in the world.

He was resisting the urge to wrap his arms around her waist but it was hard because her arms found her way around his neck and she was practically nose-to-nose with him.

"So, may I ask why you were trying to sneak out on me?" She said, although it didn't really sound like a question, more of a teasing challenge, as if daring him to say something wrong. He cleared his throat and pried her hands free from him, trying to get up.

"With all due respect, I have a job to get to, you know." He replied and tried to get up again but she climbed on top of him, trapping him between surprisingly strong arms and looking him in the eye.

"You could have left last night but you didn't, and tonight I request your services. I have everything taken care of so get your pretty self ready to come with me tonight back to the Oriental Swan."

Finn almost rolled his eyes then realized with a jolt, this was exactly what he wanted, she was starting to need him more, and that meant he was someone she might keep around, maybe he could earn her trust. He didn't even realize that Santana's own plan was working because of his. He was willing to stay because he thought he would be able to learn her secrets but would be her pawn in taking down her competition.

He pushed back a jolt of guilt and reminded himself that however beautiful and surprisingly sweet she seemed, she and her people were some of the most notorious law breakers and murderers in this country. He would be doing his city a great service and his wife could get to New York and she could be as famous as she wanted. And maybe they could finally be happy.

"Can you at least tell me why I'm coming with you tonight?" He asked warily, not quite sure why she was so willing to take him along to something that sounded even remotely important.

"That's my business and your not close enough to know my business… but your getting there, just be ready by six o'clock and we'll be there on time." She said her voice half a hiss before getting up and grabbing his hand, using that surprising strength to pull him to his feet.

He followed her into the house, pretty sure he would have to wear the same he had worn the last time he had went to that place when Santana tossed a bundled stack of clothes at him. Scrambling to catch it he looked up at her. She shrugged dismissively

"Like I was going to let you embarrass me by wearing same clothes so soon, you have to look presentable."

He looked at her for a second before nodding a little and going into her bathroom, to take a shower. He looked at her warily, he didn't want her seeing something she wasn't supposed to but she was clearly occupied with her clothing choice to try and pull any of her seductive tricks on him so he closed the door and began to undress.

-'-

Rachel didn't expect to hear someone knocking on her door, and she certainly didn't expect that person to be Noah Puckerman, nevertheless she brightened instantly when she saw him. Blame it on her husband for being gone these past four days! Once he got home he could forget about her speaking to him. She was furious with him and had every right to be.

"Noah! What are you doing here?" she smiled and stepped aside to let him into her home and he sat down on one of the chairs, putting his feet up on ottoman. Her joy turned to annoyance as she walked over and pushed his feet off. He simply just kicked off his shoes and put his feet right back up. She glared at him and lined his shoes against the wall, then sat in another chair facing him.

"So, mind telling me why you're in my home, behaving like a common street urchin no less? You have no manners."

"So I've been told Princess," He smirked then answered "I need a date for tonight, and you're just the kind of smoking hot Jew pistol that will be perfect on my arm."

She crossed her arms, and rolled her arms answering him as if it were obvious.

"I can't, I'm married first off and second, why should I anyway?"

He moved in closer and she found her cheeks getting hotter as he smirked, he was handsome but why should she accompany him anywhere? What if someone saw her?

"C'mon sweet cheeks, I bet it would be the most fun you've ever had! Plus, I don't exactly fancy walking you home every night but I do it so you owe me!" He insisted, giving her a look that said she should agree now, but she really had a hard time believing him, plus he needed her.

"Absolutely not! What if someone sees me, I don't want my husband thinking I'm seeing you behind his back."

"And where exactly IS your husband princess? Besides I'll behave. And… I think I could make this worth your while."

Okay, this was curious what could he possibly offer her that she would take? Well, he could give her anything, but surely he wouldn't waste his time with that would he?

"If you come with me tonight, I'll make sure that you get a performance spot at the Oriental Swan for full price for a whole week. Primetime performances too." He smirked and she blinked a few times, then she nodded quietly, a full price primetime slot would be enough to get her some better costumes and perhaps she could get a job higher up in the industry! After all, exposure is the third best thing for a performer, next to talent and looks.

"I'll do it! But if I may, why exactly do I need to be there?"

"It's simple, I need someone to show off, you know. It's an ongoing thing with my "friend" and I; we always have to one up each other. Plus I'll look for any excuse for taking you out as my own." He winked and grabbed her hand. It took her several moments before she could remember to pull away.

"I'm married, but for the gig, I'll help you." She said curtly but that didn't stop him from smirking that arrogant smirk at her.

"Sure Rachel, sure. Be ready by six, I'll pick you up. Oh and dress appropriately, and by that I mean don't be afraid to show off those sexy legs of yours."

She threw his shoes at him and growled crossing her arms at that comment.

"Funny, your resistance of my charms only makes me want you more." He insisted, looking her up and down. She refused to look at him, not even when he said goodbye and left.

"Neanderthal." She said to herself and then went to get ready. Luckily she had at least one dress that worked out for this occasion.

-'-

"Finn! Come on! You made me late! And not the good kind of late that shows you don't care, the late that makes you look sloppy and unsure and I have a damned business deal to attend to!" Santana spat and yanked him by the arm; she was not losing this opportunity because he wanted to stare at the china in the store window.

"Calm down! I said I was sorry, but it wasn't my fault I didn't know how to tie the tie." Finn insisted and Santana couldn't help but fight a smile.

"Yes it is, you tied yourself to the bedpost. Now let's go."

She opened the curtain and walked downstairs, making sure her heels didn't make her trip. The tight black fabric of her skirt constricted her legs a bit and the suspenders connected to the blue ruffle shirt tightened when she walked but she looked as beautiful as she felt despite that.

She and Finn actually made it to the bottom without tripping over each other and she said the password when asked for it.

"New Directions."

The door opened and she stepped inside, looking immediately for Puckerman, who was sitting in a booth in the darkest corner of the bar. She went to him and sat, Finn sliding in next to her. She smirked at him noticing that the seat beside him was empty.

"What, you couldn't rope a desperate dame to come tonight? You're losing your skills Puckerman." She purred lightly and leaned against Finn, nudging her slightly so he got the hint to wrap his arm around her shoulders.

"Actually my little doll face is in the bathroom and she would make you look like a common face. She's that beautiful."

"Oh, well we'll see won't we dear." She said, smiling up at Finn and he smiled back, replying

"No one's as beautiful as my Santana is." And that comment sent little shivers up her arms but she ignored that warm feeling spreading over her and cleared her throat.

"So, Noah, Let's talk business."

"Well, I've agreed that we'll buy the amount of Blue Lady that you have permitted to us…"

Santana grinned a little, wringing her hands together under the table in success.

"For four bucks a gram." He finished, as if this was a fair deal.

Santana's grin was replaced by a feral look that made Finn cringe beside her but she wasn't about to be cheated out of her deal.

"Four bucks a gram? Good quality coke goes for at least twelve bucks a gram and you fucking know it! What the heck are you trying to pull!"

"Four is a good deal and you know it Santana! Especially for the amount were buying!"

Her voice rose a little.

"We lose all of the profit! For what we buy for we LOSE money! Absolutely not! Not for that price!" She growled and clutched the gun at her side, her group was closing in fast, she could see Kurt, Matt and Mercedes out of the corner of her eye and she could also see Blaine and Strando coming closer to them. However she also saw half of his cronies coming out of the woodwork, if she didn't get the money out of them, this could get messy.

"I'll make you a deal Santana, six bucks per gram or we get it out of you the hard way. That's a promise."

Santana looked at Finn for a moment, his life could be at risk, but at the same time Puck seemed to be trying not to start anything either.

"Are you really going to try and sell that horrible deal? Nope. I won't."

Karofsky and Azimio, two goons on his side came behind him and raised their guns as a warning and as a response, Blaine and Kurt came behind with theirs raised.

"So, will you take the deal? You look pretty outnumbered San-tan." He pointed out with a triumphant look on his face as several more people surrounded him.

"I'd say we're about evenly matched." She insisted, whistling though her teeth and instantly found herself cocooned by her gang members.

Santana stomped her heel into Puck's foot and he growled and lunged toward her, allowing her to duck and grab his legs, flipping the table through the force of impact and trap him under it. Quickly she shoved Finn to the side and grabbed the gun out, managing to get free from the two crowds before the gunfire started.

Santana fired a shot toward one of the goons trying to grab her and he fell, allowing her to get to the side just to avoid Puck lunging at her. She practically snarled as she jumped on top of him and slapped him as hard as she could.

"Try to rip me off will you?"

She got out her gun, but before she could fire, Puck stiffened and lifted his head looking at something from across the room. Confused, she steadied her hand and readied to shoot. Puck suddenly threw her off and ran, not outside to someone across the room.

Santana sat there for a moment then stood, smiling in triumph.

A shot rang out clearer to her than any of the others and suddenly there was a sharp, hot pain on her side, she fell to the ground, her gun shooting the ceiling and stopping the noise. Her people raced over and formed a semi circle around her while Puckerman's people noticed the distraction and left, not wanting to be around when their rivals were so furious.

Finn's pained face was the last she saw before the darkness overtook her vision.

P.O.V. Switch

Rachel shuddered, the violence around her was crippling, and she was so terror-stricken that she could barely move. Of course, someone had to do that for her. A tall fellow, who was getting people to safety pulled her toward him and before she could see his face, he pushed her in the direction of the exit.

"Go!" He ordered and Rachel wasted no time in following his order, not even noticing how familiar his voice sounded.

She barely made it with one foot out the door before Noah raced over and she instinctively hugged his side, looking up in fear. His face had a long scratch on one side and a vicious red slap mark on the other, he also looked as if he was bruised in several places and blood was oozing out of his left arm.

She gasped but he managed to shake her out of her daze and growl.

"We have to get you out of here!"

He grabbed her arm and they ran out of there, just as a very piercing shot rang out and a very pained screech followed suit. People that she had noticed following her and Noah to the club left without a word.

She got into the drivers side.

"What are you doing Princess? Get out of there so I can drive!" He said, grabbing her arm with the hand that wasn't bloody.

She lightly pulled his hand off.

"You're in no condition to drive. Now sit down and shut it, I'm taking you back to my house."

He grumbled but clearly saw the sense in her words and sat in the passenger seat, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, one of them was clearly bruised.

She drove back in silence, stopping only when she needed to and stealing glances at him when she could. Silently, she prayed that he would be all right soon. And for some reason, the voice back in the club was ringing in her head, trying to find the picture of the man that matched it.

-'-

(P.O.V Switch / TiMeSkIp)

Finn was watching Santana, his stomach in knots as the heavily pregnant woman was pressing a wet rag on her side. Santana made a little noise in her sleep but was that good? Finn didn't know, all he knew was that he was worried sick, and he wasn't even going to pretend he wasn't.

He tapped the beautiful blonde woman's shoulder and asked softly,

"Is she going to be okay?"

She didn't look up from her work but she did answer him,

"Well she has a fever from the infection and the wound needs to close but if her temperature goes down and I get the wound clean and dress it tonight then she should be fine."

She lifted the red soaked rag from Santana's side and Finn very nearly fainted himself, but he managed to take a breath and stay upright. He sat down on a chair and waited, his hands clasped together.

Time passed and he watched the woman wrap the gauze bandages around Santana's waist until she was satisfied. She got up and cleaned her hands then sat on the edge of the bed, visibly calm. Finn couldn't help it, so he asked.

"How do you know how to do that?" She looked barely older than him and he was to turn 19 soon.

"Well during the war I accompanied my mom to a Red Cross station that helped injured serviceman. I learned some useful things." She replied, casting a glance over at the quiet, unconscious woman.

"It's a good thing you got her here so quickly. It could have been worse." She said softly "Thank you for helping my friend, we fuss and fight all the time but she's like a sister to me."

He nodded softly, looking at Santana as well. He thought she looked more peaceful now than when she was in the car, her body twisting and writhing in the car even though she was clearly unaware. Then he looked up at the woman, something was familiar about her. He could have sworn he had seen that admittedly gorgeous, sweet looking face before. The voice was even more familiar, almost as if he had spoken to her before.

"So, I never did give you my name. I'm Finn. Finn H-McClain" He remembered his cover just in time.

"Nice to meet you, although we had met briefly when Santana shooed your snooping little self out of here during our chat. I'm Quinn, Quinn Fabray."

Quinn… now he knew he had seen her before! And he thinks he knows where too. Her eyes met his and he was taken back to a get-together. The workers and their families, She was there, with her little girl and her husband! She was not Quinn Fabray, she was Quinn Evans! Why that had escaped him, he didn't know. Maybe because he had met her for all of two minutes a year ago or maybe he had been a little too deep in the hooch but he knew now.

"You're not Quinn Fabray, you're Quinn Evans, and your Sam's wife!" He cried out, amazed at his discovery.

A/N: Hahahaha, Cliffhanger! :) So, this is the longest chapter EVAH! Well so far :) I'm kinda happy, even though my violence left a lot to be desired. It was better before but it was also bad in writing terms so… Better violence one-on-one next. R&R.