A/N: so my last chapter got 2 reviews, and im taking that as maybe people don't like this as much as i thought they did, so i have decided to end it, thanks to all who read and reviewed. I know it was a silly concept, but i thought it would've been fun to write. So i leave you with chapter three, leaving this story open ended.

Mercedes never realized how much stuff Quinn had until she had to clean out her apartment. Quinn had so many outfits, and so much jewelry, Mercedes wasn't sure what she was going to do with it all. She was in her closet, putting her stuff in boxes when she noticed a box in the back of it. The box read "Good Memories". Mercedes took the box and sat on Quinn's bed and opened it. Inside was a cluster of things. Pictures of Quinn when she was still a baby. Pictures of Mercedes and Quinn in high school together. Mercedes started to tear up at the one she recalled taking of Quinn, under the stars in "Lima park" when they were only 18. Mercedes started remembering that day fondly.

Quinn and her quickly became best friends during Quinn's senior year. Quinn somehow joined the Glee club where Mercedes resided and they became fast friends as Mercedes helped her to hit the right notes while singing and Quinn helped her with the only subject Mercedes struggled with: Math. Mercedes had no idea that Quinn liked her as more than a friend, until that day in lima park. They were lying underneath the huge oak tree that was planted in the middle of the park, it also happened to be the place were you could see the stars the best. Mercedes recalled saying "Is there anything more beautiful than the stars at nighttime?"

And Quinn answered "You are." Mercedes then remembered Quinn coming closer to her and lightly kissing her lips for the first time. She also remembered how scared she got and how quickly she ran home right after the kiss was broken. She knew she had feelings for Quinn too, but it took her a long time to fully accept that. Sighing Mercedes put the picture down, and then looked at the small blue box with "Tiffany's" written across it. There was also a note attached in Quinn's hand writing. Mercedes took the note and read it.

Mercedes, I love you.. And knowing you I knew you were gonna find this sooner or later. I wasn't going to do it like this, in fact I had it all planned out... But since I'm in New York for three weeks I figured what the hell. Inside of this box is your engagement ring. I hope you love it, and I hope you will at least put it on before angry dialing me in New York for not asking you the traditional way. But... Did I mention that I love you?

P.S. You can't be mad at the way I proposed here, because it was you who agreed to marry me when we were only 21.

- forever yours, Lucy Fabray.

Mercedes looked at her ring finger confused. Quinn already gave her a ring. It was the small diamond of her grandmothers and Mercedes wore it with pride. She quickly opened the Tiffany box and saw a huge purple diamond ring with a sliver band. It was classic, and traditional. More importantly, it was Mercedes to the tee. Mercedes took of Quinn's grandmothers ring and put on the one of the box. It was the perfect fit. So utterly, perfect. Mercedes clutched the ring to her heart and began to sob out loud.

She cried openly, holding onto the diamond and their old photo from Lima park to her chest. She was crying so hard she didn't notice someone come in.

"Hey Chica you here? I got Quinn's stuff from the office..." Santana didn't get to finish her sentence, once she heard mercedes crying she followed the sobs to Quinn's room and she quickly tossed the box she was holding to the floor and grabbed Mercedes holding her crying form to her chest.

"She's gone!... Oh goddd... Quinn's gone!" Mercedes sobbed loudly to Santana.

Santana just pulled her close and said, "It's ok, Cedes' I'm here now... Everything is gonna be ok. Just... Let it out."

And let it out she did, for three more hours.

Sam didn't know why he was still rattled by the awkward conversation he had with that strange woman at the cemetery. She seemed so angry and it still shook him to his core. Going home all he could think about was her sadness, and despite her telling him that he couldn't relate he could. More than she would ever know. It had been two years since he lost Stacy... But it still didn't hurt any less knowing that she was no longer with him.

Him, Stacy and Stevie, that's all it ever was. His parents used to tell them they were like a tripod of fraternal aged triplets. Giving that Sam was way older than his brother and sister, yet they loved eachother and acted like they were all the same age. To this day Sam blamed himself for what happened to Stacy. Nothing could change that, he no longer felt like he was the one who killed her, but the guilt still stood in the back of his mind. Every decision he made from Stacy's death on, had been a precautious one. He chose to live close to his parents and close to his job, where he worked as an illustrator for the local newspaper there. He chose to date casually, never getting too close to a woman out of fear he could hurt her. Or he could be the cause of her pain. It had been two years and Sam still didn't trust himself to keep anyone safe. He couldn't, Stacy being dead proved that.

Sam sighed as he walked down the street to where he went every day for the past two years: group therapy. Sam didn't even know why he was still in the program, but he did know that it helped him heal and for right now, that's exactly what he needed... Or atleast his parents thought so.

Once everyone got settled Sam sat down and as usual once the question of "Why are you here?" got to him he began his story.

"Hi my name is Sam, and two years ago my sister was murdered in front of me..."

Quinn loved her new power. She got a surge out of throwing fire balls with her hands. But the creature said, even though she was skillful, she wasn't ready. How could she not be ready? They had been training for what seemed like months. Him teaching her the art of killing the innocent, her meeting creatures like him, once he introdued her as his progeny, those same creatures would bow down at her feet, telling her she would be evil's last hope in the final battle with good. Quinn had no idea what that meant. All she knew was she couldn't wait to see Mercedes again. All her training had put her in a position of absolute power and Quinn couldn't wait to show it off to her fiancé and tell her that nothing could hurt her now. Nothing could stop her, well.. No mortal could stop her. The creature told her she was a she-demon. One bred from the blood to blood bond he formed with her before training began. He taught her how to throw fireballs with her hands, how to teleport from one place to the next in a blink of an eye and how to use his ceremonial knife to kill. She started on animals, practicing killing them without leaving a trace of their bones behind, but she quickly became to advanced for that. So, he tested her wits, he needed to see if she could make the ultimate scarifice. He brought her a soul, a human soul and told her to kill it. Quinn hesitated for moments. Not knowing if she should or could kill someone. But once again his dark voice guided her, and she did it. She killed her first human soul.

After she killed her fourth, he knew he had done well, soon Quinn would be unleashed to the world as evil's final stand against the greater good.