'It's confession time now, Santana.' He slammed down on the desk and Santana jumped slightly. The light on the desk wobbled and Santana frowned frightened. 'You killed Quinn! Didn't you?' He shouted again.

'What? No!' Santana retorted sharply. 'We've been through all this already, why did you pull me out of school to question me again?' Santana stood up turning back to the man.

'Because there's been another murder and this one had your name written all over it.' He said in a flat tone, she knew he was trying to provoke her into shouting or something that would get her in trouble.

She turned around sitting back down. 'I didn't kill anyone.' She said shaking her hard sadly.

'Then explain this…' He said hitting a button and a voice machine message started up.

'Hi I need the police.' Santana could hear Will, he sounded very distraught.

'Ok calm down sir, can I as….'

'No I need them now! Quinn, she's after me and Santana's going to try and blame me for the murder. I can't anymore I need to go, oh crap!' And then the line went dead. Santana stared at the phone wondering if she had heard right, was Will getting messages from Q too?

*l

Rachel and Quinn ran up the stairs looking around for the source of scream and then they saw Shelby wonder out of one of the rooms clearly drunk. She was clutching her hands close to her and it looks slightly red. 'Mom, are you ok?' Rachel said walking forward Shelby pushed her away.

'You good for nothing…' She said stumbling forwards.

'Hey!' Quinn shouted watching Shelby as she stopped at the top of the stairs. 'Don't talk to her like that.'

Shelby smiled and slapped Quinn across the face. 'Don't tell me what to do, I know what you are you little bitch!' Shelby spat turning around and Quinn pushed her down the stairs. Rachel looked in shock horror as her mom crashed down the stairs and to a heap on the floor.

*l

'Ms. Lopez where were you at 4am this morning?' The officer was still questioning her.

'Umm… I was asleep.' She said thinking it would be obvious.

He sat down in the chair folding his arms. 'And you were asleep, at Quinn Fabray's house the night the murder took place?'

'Yeah…'

'You know Mr Schuester was killed in the same way at the same time, and we have a whiteness that said you slapped him earlier that afternoon.'

'What whiteness?'

'They wanted to remain anonymous. Are you denying this claim?'

'No. I slapped him. He was a pervert.' Santana said getting angry and scared.

'That's a harsh claim to make, Ms. Lopez.'

Santana stared slightly. 'He was having a relationship with Quinn…'

The officer leant forward. 'Isn't it surprising you suddenly have this information now after they are both deceased?'

'We only found out after Quinn's funeral. We saw pictures.'

'Really, because that whiteness also sent us a picture,' He said pulling out the same picture Will did the night before. 'See how I see it is that Quinn spurned your advances you told her you loved her and she said she was seeing someone else and she didn't care for you. You got angry and disposed of her, then went back to bed and left the scene of the crime before she was found. You say you found a picture of her and Mr Schuester, he was failing you in Spanish and you hated him for it so you were going to make it look like he had killed her but when he showed you what he knew you decided to get rid of him. Does this ring any bells Ms. Lopez?' He stopped talking glaring at her across the table.

Santana sat there blinking back the tears of what he was accusing her of. 'I would … I would never do that to someone! I am not a sick person, how do you know what happened to Will, he said Quinn was after him on that message that doesn't sound like a sane person to me.' Santana didn't know what she was saying all she knew is she couldn't stop. 'Before you start accusing people that were being blackmailed by their teachers get your facts straight.' She stood up and he watched her. 'Please can I leave?'

'You may be called for more questioning,' He said indicating the door to her. 'Have a good day.' He said in a flat tone. Santana rushed out of the and out of the doors. She burst into tears cradling herself slowly as she knelt to the floor. She heard her phone ping and knew what it meant she didn't want to look she pushed it to the bottom of her bag and walked home.

-l

Rachel walked out of the classroom feeling frightened for Santana and unsure what was going to happen to them. She ran to her locker opening it with her usual combination and then shoving the books inside. She slammed the door jumping slightly as Tina smiled at her from behind the door. 'Hey, Rach.' She smiled.

'Hi, Tina…' She said looking around confused.

'So, I thought I'd give you this.' She said reaching into her bag and pulling out a small leaflet. 'It's an invite. After all these things that have been happening I'm having a party for certain people.' She smiled again looking at her.

'I thought you …'

Tina laughed. 'You thought I hated you?' Rachel nodded. 'Well now that the whores gone and the other one is going to jail then there's only two left and we can be best friends.'

Rachel looked at her wide eyed. 'Santana is not going to jail.'

Tina grimaced slightly feeling awkward. 'Not what everyone else is saying, I heard she killed the Spanish teacher.'

'Mr Schuster?' Rachel looked concerned at her.

'Yeah, I could tell she always hated him. Anyway,' She smiled. 'Don't forget to RSVP!' She said cheerily walking past Rachel and down the hall.

Rachel stared after her before looking down at her phone. 'Come home quick!' Shelby had text her.

-l

'What's it like knowing your girlfriend is a murderer? Q xoxox.' Brittany switched off her phone not knowing what to think. She was scared at what she had witnessed the night before.

-l

Santana sat on her bed, she decided she needed to sort her closet out. She pulled open the doors and stared inside. She slammed the doors shut again stifling a scream. She opened it again slowly staring at the picture of her a Quinn, it had been plastered to the back of her closet taunting her. Santana picked up her phone looking at the text she received. 'No one has to find out. Bring the pictures to the post box on Millard street and I'll destroy them. Q xoxox.' Santana pushed the phone onto the bed suddenly angry she gripped at the photos pulling them down ripping them and chucking them to the floor. The tears were escaping her eyes again but she didn't care she needed this, she needed to cry.

-l

Sugar looked out the window whilst playing on her phone she smiled as Rachel sat next to her and tucked her phone away. 'Hey.' She said.

'Hey, Sugar you know I wouldn't be asking this but if there was any way I could stay at yours tonight, please could I? You know my mom's in town and I can't go and see her.'

Sugar shifted her eyes quickly. 'I really wish I could Rachel but I'm staying at my grandma's tonight… parent's want an evening alone.' She smiled awkwardly.

Rachel smiled to. 'I understand. I wish she would just leave already!' She sighed stretching slightly as the bell rang to show class had started. Rachel got out her books and put them on the table, she couldn't wait to be out of this town after everything that had been happening.

'Couldn't you just ask her to leave?' Sugar said in hushed tones as the teacher started talking.

Rachel rolled her eyes. 'Cause that wouldn't be awkward.'

*l

'Mom?' Rachel ran down the stairs after her. She looked around at all the people who were just staring at her. 'Parties over! Get out! Now!' She shouted at them all but no one moved.

Quinn ran down the stairs after her picking up a small vase from the side and slamming it to the floor. With the smash everyone looked at her. 'She said leave.' She glared at them all as slowly they started leaving.

Rachel looked at Quinn not knowing what to say, she could tell Shelby was breathing and her eyes were slowly opening. 'Why did you do that?' She said looking at her.

'I wanted to protect you.' Quinn smiled back.

Shelby made a grunt pushing back on Quinn and Rachel getting them to move. 'You … you… you bitch!' She said pointing at Quinn. 'And you? Where's an ambulance for me?'

'Rachel's not gonna get one.' Quinn said staring at her. 'If she did you'd be sure put in jail for giving alcohol to minors.'

Shelby laughed again. 'As if you've never had any before … little miss celibate.' She spat, Quinn slapped her.

'Quinn!' Rachel looked from the bottom of the stairs aghast.

'Get out. And don't come back. I will protect Rachel from you for as long as I live.' Quinn said pulling the door sharply open. Shelby walked at without another word and then she was lost to the darkness.

*l

The keys clicked in the lock as Rachel walked into her house. She could smell her mom was in the living room and regretted coming home straight away. She plundered her way in through the mass of bottles which laid the floor. She looked down at her mom passed out on the sofa, she glared at her when her eyes caught something. Rachel leant in closed to Shelby, pulling her wrist around. On it reddened and scabbed was a letter 'Q'. Rachel shook her mom awake, she moved with a groan. 'What is this?' She shouted.

'Sorry Rach, I had a party.' She smiled.

'Not the mess this!' She shouted forcing Shelby's wrist into her eyesight.

Shelby looked at it blinking a few times. 'Oh! Last night … there was someone here, they were just y'know having fun…. Grow up Rachel!' She dragged her hand back.

'Who was it?' Rachel asked more worried that 'Q' had been in her house.

Shelby shrugged. 'How should I know.'