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(Rachel POV)

I sat in the crowded restaurant waiting for Quinn to show up, I don't understand why she's always late, it's not that hard to be on time for once in her life.

Someone grabbed my hand from behind and refilled my glass of champagne, I could tell it was Quinn from the familiarity of her hand wrapped around mine.

"I thought of a number of lines for this moment, hey doll, thanks for giving me the shaft."

"Nice, so what did you decide?"

"I want a divorce" It shouldn't have hurt but it did, I don't love her, I don't love her, I began repeating it in my head.

"I like it, you proposed to me here so it has agreeable symmetry."

"Cool" She handed her coat off and went to sit on the other side of the square table. "Can I sit?"

"No" She pulled the chair out and sat anyways. I pulled my gun to my lap and covered it with a napkin, she did the same only a lot more obvious.

"Champagne sir?" The waiter asked.

"No champagne is for celebrating, i'll take a martini." Once he left I began my questions.

"So what do you want?"

"We have an unusual problem Rach, you obviously want be dead, and I'm less and less concerned for your well being. So what do we do? Shoot it out here? Hope for the best?"

"That would be a shame because they would probably ask me to leave once you are dead." I smiled back at her.

She leaned across the table "Dance with me."

"You don't dance"

"That was just part of my cover sweetheart."

"Was sloth part of it too?" I took her outstretched hand and followed her to the dance floor.

She bent my wrist backwards and forcefully pushed me into her "Do you think this story will have a happy ending?"

"Happy endings are stories that haven't finished yet." She pushed me into a mirror, I paused for a moment fighting off the pain. She dipped me and felt my ass for weapons "Satisfied?"

"Not for years" she flung my thigh knife across the room as I felt around her crotch. I slid down and took the gun from her ankle holster and slid it across the dance floor. She helped me back up.

"Why do you think we failed? Was it because we were leading different lives? Or was it the lying that did us in?"

"I have a Theory, newly formed"

"I'm breathless to hear it" I said sarcastically.

"You killed us"

"Proactive"

"You approached our marriage as a job, something you recon planned and executed."

"And you avoided it."

"What do you care if I was just a cover?" I could see the hurt in her eyes.

Time for me to play the guilt card "Who said you were just a cover?"

"Wasn't I?"

"Wasn't I?" I asked back. "I have to- excuse me" I walked up some stairs to get out of the room.

"No exits up there Rachel" I heard her say from behind me.

I told the two ladies that a bomb was about to be set off and they ran from the room like a bunch of scared mice, I never said it would hurt them. I walked out through the hole that I just made and walked into the mass of people rushing to get away from the smoke. When I turned around I saw her standing on the stairs, she saw me so I turned and walked out calmly. I watched from my car as he threw his jacket into the mail box and it exploded.

"Rachel Fabray" I answered my phone.

"This is the second time you've tried to kill me."

"Oh come on it was just a little bomb."

"I want you to know, I'm going home and I'm going to burn everything I ever bought you."

"Oh I'll race you there baby." I hung up only to answer when she called again. "You there yet?"

"First time we met, what was your first thought?"

"You tell me"

"I thought, I though you looked like christmas morning. I don't know what else to say."

"And why are you telling me now?" I asked.

"I guess in the end you start thinking about the beginning. So there it is, I thought you should know. So how about it Rach, hmm?"

"I thought" I took a deep breath and hit my head on the head rest. "I thought you were the most beautiful mark I had ever seen." I lied feeling bad immediately afterwards.

I heard what sounded like a mix between a sigh and a sob "So it's all business yeah?"

"All business"

"Thank you that's what I needed to know, okay"

"Okay" I quickly pressed the end call button. Why did I have to be such a bitch sometimes?

I rammed my car into her as she pulled in the driveway, pushing her to the side enough to squeeze my car through.

(Quinn POV)

I sat at the end of the driveway stunned for a few moments, after I regained thought, I jumped out and tried the front door. "Hey Quinn!" I turned to find one of our neighbours waving to me from the street.

"Hey Mel"

"Are you alright?" he asked me sounding like Kermit.

"Yah" I tried the windows.

"Okay, by the way Quinn, your car is hanging over the sidewalk here"

"Yeah thanks Mel" Do I look like I want to be talking right now?

"Have a goodnight"

"Night!" I answered running across the driveway to take cover in the bushes.

The garage was open so I grabbed a small shovel and hid behind a tree as she looked out the back door. I dashed across the path once she locked the door and walked away. I pulled on the basement doors but once again, they were locked.

I climbed the trellis and got into my den through the window. I grabbed the gun and ammo I had hidden a while back. I walked through the hall cautiously not wanting to alert her.

I used the picture of her and I in the bahamas as a mirror and looked around the corner for her. As soon as I got sight of her she aimed at where she guessed my head with me and pulled the tigger three times.

"You still alive baby?" she called from the stairs. I groaned and pretended to drop my gun, then I jumped up and started shooting at her. I walked away with purpose in my step as she shot at empty space.

As I was walking through another hall my elbow bumped into a china jar she got from her mom or something. I caught it with my superb reflexes, but the lid decided to hate me and slip off the jar. She shot thought the wall with amazing accuracy.

I crawled into the kitchen and opened the fridge to protect myself, once she paused for a moment I ducked behind the island and grabbed a knife from the drawer, throwing it at her. She left the kitchen to reload I'm assuming, so I unhooked a hose from the stove and aimed it at her so when she shot it blew up in her direction. The plan was a success and it sent her flying from the kitchen.

I jumped from the flames and kneed her in the stomach a few times until she managed to get under me and elbow me in the back. She tried to hit me over the head with a vase but I blocked it with my elbow, and threw her against the wall a few times and finally over a chair.

I stood in a fighting pose once she got up, to my surprise she hit me over the head with something wrapped in a cloth, head butted me and kicked me into her china cabinet.

She ran from the room and tried to pick up a fallen gun but I kicked it out of her hand. We rolled on the floor for a few minutes and when I tried to stand up she had a death grip on me. I finally got her off when I smashed her into a mirror.

I loosened my tie and we threw a few jabs at each other. She pinned me on the couch and tried to hit me but I blocked them all. When I got out from under her I started kicking her until she sacked me.

We both got up and looked at each other for a moment before jumping over the couch to get guns. Then we held each other a gun point. I could see her trying to hide her emotions, but with eyes that big, it's pretty much impossible. I lowed my gun.

"I can't do it"

"Don't! Come on!" She said through gritted teeth, blinking back her tears. "Come on!"

"You want it, it's yours" She was about to cry so I did the only sensible thing I could think of at that point so I knocked her gun away and kissed her. To say we were rough would be an understatement. I sat her on a desk and fucked her senseless, once she regained mobility she did the same to me and we collapsed on the floor. I turned to look at her but she punched me in the face and started giggling. She straddled me and we started again.

We were about to go for round four when someone knocked on the door. I opened it a crack, not wanting them too see what became of our house since the police were behind them. "Yeah?"

"Is everything okay? We heard an awful ruckus"

"No everything is fine here"

"So you guys are fine?"

"Yeah, couldn't be better." Rachel pulled the door open wider.

"So you guys are-" Martin started stuttering though his words.

"Susie, Martin, have a nice night" Rachel said.

"Officers" I grabbed the door handle as a hint for them to go.

"Its like you're redecorating, shame about the red oak though" Martin tried his hardest not to look and the two semi dressed females in front of him. I shut the door in his face.

(Santana POV)

I woke up to a light shining in my room, I looked over to my phone where it showed a warrant for the arrest of Rachel. "Tempting but I don't get out of bed for less than half a million dollars" I shut it off, but it lit up a few moments later. I glanced over to it, but instead of saying Rachel, it now said Quinn. My friend was fucked.