A few houses away from Rachel's…

"San," Brittany whined. "What are we doing here? We should be getting ready," she pointed out. At present the two girls were huddled in Santana's car. They had driven here under some unknown pretense and Brittany was getting a bit anxious. Sure, they were as prepared as they probably could be for their plan, but there was no reason for them to not double or even triple checks things. But instead they were here.

She received no response, her girlfriend too focused on watching Rachel's front door. Brittany frowned but followed Santana's gaze as she tried to figure out what she was waiting for. She squirmed in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable position which would still make it difficult for her to be spotted in the event that Rachel decided to look their way.

"Hey, is that…"

Rachel's house…

At extra bounce in her step, Rachel hurried downstairs excitedly. The previous night had been absolutely, amazingly perfect. It was a first date that she'd always remember, and one that she was certain would be difficult to top, not that Rachel was hoping to have any more first dates.

The previous night…

Quinn's hands tangled themselves in Rachel's hair. She gently pushed the smaller girl back so she was lying on the picnic blanket, their lips never parting. Rachel moaned softly into Quinn's mouth, her arms wrapping around her neck to pull her closer. Quinn's tongue slipped through Rachel's lips. Rachel whimpered at the unexpected, but welcome intrusion.

Not one to be easily outdone, Rachel eagerly sucked on Quinn's tongue, eliciting a groan from the girl above her. They battled for dominance within her mouth. The only sounds that either of them could be were the tiny whimpers and moans that escaped their lips. Quinn pulled back, slipping out of Rachel's mouth. She hovered over the smaller girl, panting heavily, their eyes locked. Quinn took her lower lip between her teeth, biting it nervously.

"We should get back to the stars."

Present…

The night had been magnificent, even better than Rachel could have hoped. She couldn't wait to see Quinn again, even if they had yet to plan a second date. And such a date would have to wait, at least for a bit as the two of them would be spending the weekend with Brittany and Santana. They'd just have to take advantage of whatever time they had before going over to Santana's place.

Rachel opened the door with a bright smile on her face, a smile which soon faded when she found that the person on the other side was not whom she was hoping for. "Finn," she said. "What are you doing here? And… what's that smell?" she asked, her nose scrunching up.

"That's uh… nothing," he answered, pausing to take a breath. He wiped his palms across his jean before shoving them in his pockets. "Look I just want to-"

"Finn," Rachel interrupted, raising a hand up. "Can we go outside?" she asked, gesturing past him. "I think I need some fresh air." He nodded quickly and hurried to the street, Rachel slowly following him. Rachel wasn't sure what it was, but she was certain that she had smelt something. Something that made her feel a bit sick. Perhaps it was in her head, disgust at the boy for how he had previously treated her precious puppy.

Rachel kept a relatively far distance from him, not wanting to give the impression in the event Quinn decided to drop by. She crossed her arms over her chest when she reached him and gestured for him to explain his presence when she clearly didn't want to see him. "So I…" He paused abruptly, looking down at his feet. Rachel looked down to find a dog sniffing at his shoes. He gave it a light kick to shove it away.

"Finn!" Rachel yelled, causing the boy in question to jump. "Is this how you think you can apologize for your cruel treatment of Tony?" She spun on heel and began stalking away. A hand fell on her shoulder which she quickly shrugged away. "Finn, I would very much appreciate if you left right now. Tony's probably wondering where I am, and I'm certain that he wouldn't like seeing you."

"But I-" Finn was suddenly cut off, his voice being replaced by the sound of barking. Rachel spun back around and screamed at what she saw.

"Oh my god!" Finn was on the ground, a couple of ravenous looking dogs on top of him. They appeared eager to sink their teeth into him. Rachel ran into the house screaming, "Dad! Papa! Someone, call 911, Finn's being mauled by a couple of dogs!" Her voice alerted her puppy who had previously been searching for her upstairs. Tony came running down, ready to greet her. "Close your eyes Tony," Rachel told him, noticing that the door was still wide open. "I don't want you to see." She placed her hand over his face.

Santana's car…

"Santana! That was not- hahaha, that was not funny- hahaha!" Brittany tried to chastise, but was not very convincing due to her failed attempts to stifle her own laughter. "I'm serious San- hahaha, Finn could have gotten hurt- hahaha."

"Sure thing babe," Santana panted out. "Sure thing."

Later…

"Dogs attacked him?" Quinn asked, pulling her phone closer to her ear. She was sure that she hadn't heard wrong and even though she had been present when Tony decided to bite Finn, Quinn didn't think that all animals had it out for him, could they?

"Yeah," Rachel answered quietly. "I still don't know why, they just did."

"You're not hurt, are you?" Quinn's worried tone made Rachel smile.

"I'm fine, Quinn. Thank you for asking."

"Cause if you're not, you don't have to go to Santana's later," Quinn continued, seemingly not registering Rachel's words. "I'm sure Brittany would understand, and I could come over to take care of you, and-"

"Quinn stop," Rachel interrupted, the blonde instantly complying to her request. "I'm perfectly fine Quinn," she repeated. "And as much as I'd love to spend some time alone with you, I think it'd be fun to hang out with Santana and Brittany."

"Okay, I'll see you later. Bye."

"Bye."

Much Later…

Quinn's car came to a halt outside Santana's house. She smiled at seeing Rachel's car was there as well. The blonde quickly jumped out of her car, already so anxious to see the pint sized diva. She only took a moment to gather herself so as not to give Santana or Brittany any ideas, but mostly just Santana. Quinn was in no mood for her childish antics right now, she just wanted to see Rachel.

Two loud knocks and few seconds later, she was greeted by an overly giddy Brittany. The taller blonde was practically bouncing with energy as she took Quinn into a hug. "Q, you're here!" She squeezed Quinn tightly, lifting her off her feet momentarily. Quinn tried to hug back as best she could, but found it difficult to do so when her arms were trapped at her sides.

"Hey Britt, thanks for having me over," Quinn said, laughing at Brittany's eagerness for whatever she had planned for the weekend. Quinn had initially thought that it'd be like any weekend that she had previously spent with her two best friends, with the small difference of adding Rachel that is, but Brittany had been oddly vague and so there was no telling what she was in store for.

"No, thank you for coming over," Brittany replied. "We haven't spent as much time together since me and San got together and it's nice to hang out like we used too. And it's even better now cause we have Rachel." Quinn couldn't help but giggle. Things were so much better now with Rachel.

"Speaking of whom, where is Rachel?" Quinn asked, craning her neck around Brittany in an effort of find the brunette. "I saw her car outside so…" She tried to not sound too excited to see her and could only hope that she had done so successfully.

"Um… I think she's upstairs," Brittany shrugged.

Taking what help Brittany could give her, Quinn tried her luck upstairs. Having been here plenty of times before she quickly made her way to Santana's room which she thought would be the most likely place to find the brunette. And indeed she found a brunette… just not the one she was looking for. Quinn frowned, still slightly upset over the little prank that she was certain the Santana was responsible for. She knocked on the already open door to grab her attention from her laptop. Santana's head snapped towards her direction.

"Have you seen Rachel?" she asked, knowing full well that Santana would most definitely make some kind of snarky comment with insinuations of Quinn's secret, no longer so secret, feelings about the singer. What she got instead was very peculiar.

"Nope." Quinn quirked an eyebrow in confusion. She stepped further into the room

"You haven't seen her?" she asked incredulously. "But she's here, isn't she?" Santana made a sound of confirmation and returned her eyes to her laptop. "Okay, then where is-" A bang from the direction of Santana's closet interrupted Quinn's question.

Hazel eyes darted to the door. Quinn took one step, hearing a muttered, "Oh crap," before feeling herself pushed forward and pinned on Santana's bed. "Brittany, get over her!" Santana yelled over her, using her entire body weight to stop Quinn's squirming.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Quinn screamed. She thrashed underneath Santana, trying desperately to toss her off. Alone, Quinn could have overpowered Santana but with Brittany's well-timed assist, Quinn's attempts to escape were easily thwarted. She felt two pairs of hands working on her wrists and ankles, using silk ties to bind them. "What the fuck is this?!"

Even knowing that it was futile Quinn fought back against them. She struggled as they tried to calm her. "Just hold still! We're doing this for your own good!" Santana yelled, sounding liked she really believed what she said. Quinn would scoff if she wasn't otherwise preoccupied. She resisted as best she could but before long her ankles were tied together and her wrists were bound behind her back.

Santana tugged Quinn to her feet and spun her so she could look her in the eye. "I know this may not seem like it," she began. "But we're only doing this because we're you're friends." Quinn glared at her. Santana brought her to closet and tentative put a hand on the knob. "Britt, can you?" she asked, motioning to the closet. Brittany nodded an affirmative. Santana opened the door and Brittany darted inside before Santana shut it behind her.

A moment later Brittany reemerge and the two of them shoved Quinn inside before shutting the door once more. Quinn fell to her knees. She tried to spin around to stop the door before it closed fully but was quick enough to see it slam in her face. It was then that she noticed that the closet wasn't completely pitch black. There were two battery powered lamps on either side of her which provide some, if only a limited amount of light, enough at least to see.

From behind her, Quinn heard a stifled whimper. She spun back around to find another girl, bound similarly to her with the addition of a gag. "Rachel."

Rachel's house…

Tony was minding his own business, chasing his tail, which was undoubtedly the greatest amount of fun he could have on his own. It was all he could do until Rachel, and hopefully Quinn, came home. He was on top of the world. He had claimed victory.

And yet now he felt something was off. There was a disturbance.

He ran downstairs where the Berry men were busy watching one of their shows.

*bark bark*

Hiram was too entranced to notice him, but thankfully Leroy cast his eyes down upon hearing his pleas. "What is it boy?"

*bark bark*

"Is someone in trouble boy?" he asked, earning a laugh from Hiram.

"He's not Lassie Leroy," he told his husband, whom completely ignored him.

*bark bark*

"Okay boy, let's go." Leroy got up, shutting off the television. Hiram sighed but followed.

AN: Well this joy ride has almost come to an end, probably only one last chapter and an epilogue left. (doesn't mean I won't write one-shots or a potential squeal to this piece)

But I have to ask some once more, as I have no idea of the legitimacy of what I've heard.

Is there going to be a Lea Michele/Rachel Berry solo of "Don't Stop Believin'"?

I've wanted one of those for like ever, and since I don't actually watch Glee (I only watch Dianna scenes) I may not be able to find out if I don't ask.