A/N: Hey guys, sorry it took so long but things got in the way and then I kind of didn't know where I wanted to go with this story, so, yeah. I don't know when the next update will be but I won't abandon this story, even if it kills me.

Rachel told her dads what happened when they returned from their trip and they reacted as she had expected: new locks on all doors and no more sleeping with the windows open. Quinn had already agreed to drive her to and from school, which is something she did most days anyway, and she was told to be extra careful. Her daddy, Leroy, handed her a can of mace and told her to keep it on her at all times while Hiram tried to give her a Life Alert button.

Quinn chuckled from her spot next to Rachel. She loved Rachel's dads and she loved when she could clearly see where Rachel got her dramatic streak from.

"Dad, no," Rachel said, rolling her eyes at Quinn.

Hiram sighed loudly, much to Leroy and Quinn's amusement, and put the button in his pocket. Rachel was sure he'd try to sneak it into her backpack but for now, she was saved from being reduced to a helpless senior citizen.

"I just want you to be prepared, Rachel. I can't stand the thought of someone hurting you."

"I know, Dad. You don't have to worry, I have Jamie's private number and Daddy's can of mace and my insanely protective girlfriend. I think I'm prepared."

Quinn smiled at Rachel and turned to nod at Hiram and Leroy. "I won't let anything happen to her, ever."

"We know, sweetheart," Hiram said. "We just can't help but worry."

"It's okay," Rachel said before she got up. "I love you guys." She opened her arms and hugged as much of the two men as she could. Before Quinn knew it she was being pulled to her feet by Leroy and was included into the family hug.

On Monday Quinn picked Rachel up and drove them to school. She could tell Rachel was nervous and she gently took Rachel's hand, holding it with her right hand. "What's on your mind, baby?"

"I'm just nervous, I guess. I know I said I didn't think Finn was capable of stalking me but, I don't know anymore. I-I feel like – Quinn, I trust you, okay? I trust you more than anyone and I'm-I'm sorry I didn't believe you right away when you told me a-and—"

Quinn softly squeezed Rachel's hand to stop her from rambling. "Rach, it's okay." Rachel shook her head but Quinn carried on. "You're a good person and you refuse to see the bad in people and that's a good thing. It really is and, yes, I wish you'd believed me from the start but I didn't want to push you."

Rachel lifted their joined hands and pressed a kiss to the back of Quinn's hand. "I love you."

"Love you, too," Quinn replied.

Once they got to school Quinn watched Rachel carefully open her locker, half expecting there to be another picture but it was mercifully void of any presents from her stalker. Rachel sighed in relief and smiled at Quinn.

Quinn returned the smile and left Rachel to go get her own books. She opened her locker and took a step back when she looked inside. She had bumped into a passing student but couldn't be bothered to apologise when there was a pile of rotting fish lying on top of her books. It wasn't long before Rachel noticed the commotion near Quinn's locker and she joined her girlfriend. The stench was nearly unbearable and everything inside the locker was ruined.

"Quinn..." Rachel started, helplessly.

"What's going on here?"

The surrounding students dispersed when Coach Sylvester approached, followed by Santana and Brittany. Both girls covered their noses when they came to a halt. Sue glared at Quinn.

"What is the meaning of this, Q? It is forbidden to turn one's locker into a fish market, it says so explicitly in the school guidelines."

Quinn frowned but quickly dismissed Sue's remark. "I didn't do this."

Santana raised an eyebrow and Quinn nodded.

"Clean this mess up, this is unacceptable. My head Cheerio will not smell like a fishwife!" And with that she turned on her heels and marched away, shoving several unsuspecting students into lockers as she passed.

With a sigh Quinn turned to Rachel. "I'm going to ask the janitor for a plastic bag, you should get to class."

Rachel firmly shook her head. "I'm not leaving you to clean this up alone, Quinn. I'll help."

"We'll help too, won't we, San?"

Santana reluctantly agreed and soon they were armed with rubber gloves and garbage bags. They looked at each other and after taking a few deep breaths they began to clean out the locker.

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During lunch Rachel took Quinn by the hand and led her over to the auditorium. It was, as expected, empty and they took a seat on the stage.

"Why are we here, Rach?"

"I just wanted to spend some time with my girlfriend," Rachel answered, grinning, while she unpacked the lunch she had made for the both of them. There was bacon for Quinn and vegan quiche for herself.

Quinn accepted the sandwich with a thank you and a quick peck on the cheek before she dug in. "Ugh, I don't think I'll get rid of this fishy smell anytime soon..."

"I know, it's absolutely foul."

Principal Figgins had promised to 'investigate' but everyone knew nothing would come of that. Even Sue had been a better principal than him, which was saying a lot.

They made small talk while eating their lunch, both ignoring what was on their minds: was Quinn next?

Rachel helped Quinn to her feet and laughed when she was suddenly being twirled around by the blonde. "Quinn, stop it," she squealed as she held on a little tighter. Quinn gently lowered her until she was back on her feet and chuckled.

"You're incorrigible."

"And you're adorable."

They shared a tender kiss until the bell rang, signifying the start of their afternoon classes. After one last kiss they cleaned their trash and excited the auditorium, both heading in separate directions.

During glee, Schuester told them to work on their duets so Quinn was once again stuck with Finn. His eyes were on Rachel the entire time and it was starting to bother Quinn.

"Could you stop staring at my girlfriend?"

Finn smirked but didn't respond. He just kept looking over to where Rachel and Santana were sitting.

Her patience was as good as gone when it came to Finn. Proof or not, he's been allowed to be around Rachel for too long. "I'm talking to you, Hudson."

Finally he shifted his gaze from Rachel to Quinn. "Yeah?"

"I said stop staring at Rachel," she hissed.

"It's a free country; I can look at whoever I want to look."

"Not when it comes to Rachel. I'm not kidding, if I see you near her again..."

"Then what?" he asked, challenging her. "What exactly are you going to do, Quinn?"

The way he was looking at her made her skin crawl. It wasn't his usual dopey expression, nor his constipated look, it was much colder and calculating. Quinn didn't reply and he chuckled.

"I thought so."

They hadn't even settled on a song when the bell rang. Finn got up, grabbed his stuff and left the choir room. On his way out he brushed past Rachel, giving Quinn a pointed look. She grit her teeth and watched him leave before she got up.

"Everything okay?"

She tried to give Rachel a reassuring nod but her encounter with Finn had left her feeling uneasy so she shrugged. "I'll be fine. Why don't we go to my house tonight? My mom would love to have you over."

"Sure, I'll just call my dads and we can go."

Rachel dug out her cell phone and called her dad and soon they were on their way to Quinn's place. Rachel noticed how wound-up Quinn was and she knew something must have happened with Finn because she seemed fine before glee started.

"Did Finn say anything?"

"What? No."

"Okay, that was the worst lie ever, Quinn. Tell me?"

Quinn glanced at Rachel and sighed. "I told him to stop staring at you, he said he wouldn't."

"He said that?"

"Yeah."

"Why would he..." Rachel stopped talking. "Is he provoking you? Let's assume he's my stalker and he put those fish in your locker, and now he's just playing with you?"

"I don't know, Rach. Whatever he's doing, I don't like it."

"I think we should call Jamie."

"And tell her what? We have zero proof."

Rachel nodded in agreement. "For now."

Quinn raised an eyebrow in question.

"If we could get him to slip up..."

"Oh no, no, no, no. We are not baiting him."

"Just listen, Quinn. It's me he's after, not you, but because you're my girlfriend he'll want to, you know, dispose of you."

"Dispose of me?" Quinn shook her head, this was ridiculous.

"Yes, dispose of you," Rachel continued seriously. "And say he hurts you, I can't take that risk."

"Same here, Rachel. It is you he wants and who's to say he won't hurt you once your plan fails, which it will."

Rachel huffed but had to admit – to herself – that Quinn had a point. They arrived at Quinn's home in silence and entered the house. Judy was still at work so the two made themselves comfortable in the living room.

Quinn kept glancing at Rachel; she wasn't sure if they were arguing or if Rachel was just silent because she was thinking but she'd like to know. She shifted closer to the other girl and yawned, exaggerating lightly, and stretched her arms over her head. Already she could see the corner of Rachel's lip turn upwards at her not-so-smooth move. She put her arm around Rachel's shoulders and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek.

"You're not mad, are you, baby?" she asked, pouting slightly.

"No, I'm not. I am, however, worried."

"I know, but there's nothing we can do tonight so why don't we just, you know, enjoy ourselves until my mom gets back?"

Rachel rolled her eyes at her girlfriend but allowed her to straddle her legs. Looking up at Quinn, she smiled and placed her hands on the girl's thighs, tugging lightly at her Cheerios skirt.

"I'll take that as a yes," Quinn said smugly and lowered herself to kiss Rachel firmly on the lips.