Rachel knew something was off with Sam from the start.
The first time she'd locked eyes with him was outdoors during the Glee Club's performance outdoors in their attempt to recruit members into the club. The way he'd looked at her was almost predatory and she couldn't help but keep her gaze fixed on him. When he later asked her to be his duet partner she had noticed the careful way he'd spoken. It was as if he had preselected exactly which words to use. She was and actress herself and she knew when someone was lying so she'd turned him down. But the curiosity to figure out what he was hiding from her – and everyone else – was enough for her to change her mind.
She'd convinced Finn to let her partner up with Sam fairly easily. It was always easy to get what she wanted from Finn because he was too dull to see past her controlling ways and didn't want to fight with her. It was funny how she'd always had the upper hand in her relationships. When it came to Noah, Finn or even Jesse she's manage to gain their trust by getting them emotionally hooked on her. They were the big strong guys who promised to protect her, but in the end they always let their emotions get in the way and she would be the one who had to take care of herself.
But with Sam it was different. He hadn't let her down. That day when he'd come to her house and held her while she cried he'd told her to pick a name, any name, and he'd make sure they'd never bother her again. She known exactly what he meant – that he would actually kill whoever she picked – but she'd picked a name anyway. And when he told her to wait for him while he and Santana did the deed she had. She knew what was going to happen and made no attempt to stop it.
When he'd climbed through her window afterwords she given herself fully and completely to him without hesitation while he relayed every single detail and as he pushed himself inside of her roughly without abandon she felt everything. Every feeling he held within himself he took out on her and pulled every feeling she had out with him. She wasn't stupid. She knew he couldn't feel love. But he could feel want, and need, and lust and the fact that he wanted to fulfill those needs with her just made her feel...special...chosen...exactly what she'd always wanted.
He may have been the killer, but she'd allowed him to commit the crime without a single objection. And even now as she laid beside him in her bed, she didn't feel the least bit guilty. If he was a monster, what did that make her?
A few weeks pass and Christmastime comes quicker then anyone had anticipated. Not even Karofsky's disappearance can put a damper on the holiday season at McKinley high. Even Sam is a little cheerier, though his uncharacteristically good mood is ruin by, predictably enough, Finn Hudson. The tall football player desperately wanted Rachel back and would do anything to get her to be his girlfriend again. Sam however, was not about to let that happen. Just as Finn was attempting yet again to apologize to Rachel, the blond quickly walked up to them and wrapped his arm around Rachel.
"Is he bothering you babe?" he asks stunning both Finn and Rachel. The girl knew that he didn't put labels on things, but she belonged to him now and he wasn't about to have anything of his taken away by Finn Hudson. "Babe?" The taller boy just repeated back dumbly. "I thought Quinn was your girlfriend." He added as he regained his senses. "She was never my girlfriend." Sam tells him coolly while trying not to laugh the memory of his "break up" with the blonde cheerleader.
"Where have you been? I've been calling and texting you for hours!" Quinn asked annoyed. "I was busy." He told her. "Busy? If you want to be my boyfriend you need to stop being busy and answer the phone." She snapped at him in true Queen Bee fashion. "Who said I was your boyfriend?" He asks her. Her bitchy attitude dropped immediately. "What are you saying?" She questioned. "Look, its been fun and everything, but I don't think we should be anything serious." He told her smoothly. "Why not?" She asks. The way she says it is both demanding and desperate at the same time. "I'm sorry. I just don't think you the right girl for me." He tells her before he left her presence.
He doesn't forget the look on her face. It's just as satisfying and almost mirrors the confused and heartbroken one on Finn's face. As he walks down the hall with Rachel under his arm he knows he's made a mistake in letting his possessiveness get the better of him. But it doesn't matter because somehow he's still won.
Unsurprisingly enough he and Rachel are met with confused stares and whispers when they sit together at lunch with his arm draped around her. Rachel doesn't seem to mind and he couldn't care less so neither acknowledges the attention until they get confronted by Tina, Mike, Artie, Brittany and Mercedes. He's sure that if Kurt wasn't still at Dalton Academy he would be there too.
"What the hell is going on with you two?" Mercedes demanded to know. Before he can respond, Rachel – with an innocent look on her face – beats him to it. "I believe it's fairly obvious the Sam and I are pursuing a mutual romantic interest." She says confidently. "What does that mean?" Brittany asks as confused as usual. "It means Rachel's my girlfriend now. So everybody better lay off and leave her alone." He says. He says the last part a bit louder for the benefit of the people around them who were eavesdropping.
It isn't long until Santana joins them and jokingly greets them as "The Lovebirds" while the others just stare at her. "You knew they were dating?" Artie finally asks. "You didn't tell me that." Brittany adds looking a bit hurt that her best friend would keep such things from her. "Yeah, I knew. Who cares." The Latina said shrugging. And with that not another word is said about it.
Something about the thrill of the kill made Santana ache for more. It was just so damn exciting. Killing Karofsky had fulfilled a need she didn't know she had. Was it wrong? Well...that was tricky. Karofsky was a douche who not only assaulted Kurt, but bullied half of the school. He'd deserved what he'd gotten.
The only flaw with this was lying to Brittany. The blond girl used to be the only one she could confide to about anything. But that had changed. Sam and Rachel were now the ones to know all of her secrets and something about that had changed the way she saw her best friend. She loved Brittany, but not in the same desperate and clingy way she had months ago. She was somehow a different person now.
When she gets the phone call that she's only going to watch the killing this time she's a bit disappointed. But fair was fair and she was more then willing to share the high of taking a life.
"What is it like?" Rachel asks suddenly. The two of them are lounging around on his bed when she poses the question.
"What you mean killing someone?"He inquires. She just nods in response. The blond pauses for a moment and thinks over his answer before delivering it in the same casual tone one would use to discuss the weather or homework. "I guess it depends. For some people it's exciting, some don't feel anything, some feel guilty or remorseful -" "I want to see it" she declares suddenly. He stares at her with a serious expression. "Are you sure? Because whatever happens there's no going back. Hearing about it and seeing it are two different things." He know bringing her along could be a bad idea. He may be devoid of empathy, but Rachel was full of emotion. It was evident every time she sang, the very thing that had attracted him in the first place. Did he even want to take that away from her?
"I want to. I...I'm already apart of whatever this is. I just want to see what it's like. You know you can trust me. And if you won't assist me then...then I do it myself!" She declared. He just raised an eyebrow. "Really? You're going to kill someone?" He asks mockingly. She stood up in front of him with her hand on her hips. "You don't think I could?" she questioned annoyed. "No offense babe but you really have no idea what you're doing. Who would you even kill anyway? Quinn?" He asked sarcastically. "Jacob Ben Israel." the brunette replied calmly. That caught his attention.
"Is that creep still bothering you? I'll take care of him later." He promises. "No. I'm going to take care of him. And I know exactly how I'd do it." Rachel said confidently. He was about to tell her that wasn't going to happen before rethinking it and deciding not to. The blond knew his girl wasn't stupid and could be conniving when she wanted to be. Maybe her hypothetical plan could momentarily amuse him.
"How then?" He asks looking up at her from where he sat on the side of his bed. She pauses for a moment before she begins speaking. "First, I'd tell him to meet me at my house alone. My dad's wouldn't be home and no one would bother looking for Jacob on a school night. He wouldn't tell anyone if I told him not to because he'd do whatever I tell him to do." The way she says the last part with pride not only reminds him of himself but succeeds in arousing him. "Then what?" He inquires . "He'd probably just stand there gawking at me so I'd tell him to come a little closer." "Like this?" He asks as he stands up in front of her. "Yes. And then I'd touch him like this." She demonstrates by running her hand down his chest sensually. Without warning she pushed him onto the bed so he was laying on his back. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he moved so he was laying completely on the bed and she moved on the bed to straddle him. He moved his hands to roughly grip her hips and ground himself up against her causing them both to release a noise of pleasure. "So what comes next?" He questioned with a smirk. She quickly recovered and gave a flirtatious smile back before suddenly bringing her arm up and slamming it down on his chest causing him to yell out in pain.
"The hell was that for?" He growled as he sat up holding her in his lap. His rough grip on her hips had now become bruising but Rachel seemed to ignore it in the face of her perceived triumph. "That's where I'd stab him with a knife from the kitchen I'd have hidden under the pillows. If you were Jacob you'd be dead by now. I win." She told him with a smile on her face. Before she could savor her victory a bit more he flipped them over so he would be on top of her. He leaned down to speak in her ear. "You forgot I'm not him." He says in a husky tone. She shivers as he kisses her fiercely and begin to undress her.
When they're finished she lays against his chest and he savors the feeling of her flushed bare skin pressed against his. He makes a few tweaks in her plan – mostly so they have less to clean up after – and he and Santana watch as she puts her plan in action. They dispose of Jacob's body in the same place they had gotten rid of Karofsky's. And just like before the case soon goes cold.
When they drive home from dumping the body that night Rachel feels different. She still doesn't feel guilty, but she does feel powerful. Like she's untouchable. When her two companions tells her she's done well she's more then happy to bask in the glow of accomplishment. She knows it may be a while before Sam will actually let her kill someone again, but somehow she's content with that. Jacob was a creep and more then likely wouldn't have amounted to much more then a peeping Tom or a stalker. It didn't matter that he was dead because it wasn't like she'd killed someone innocent. Besides, It's only a crime if they got caught.
Sam had always loved graphic novels. Not the older ones with their black and white clearly outline heroes and villains. No, he liked the modern ones. The ones where everything was a shade of gray and not everything was certain. Though a bigger aspect he enjoyed was the constant struggle between hero and villain. In the Batman comics it was Batman vs. the Joker, Death Note had L vs. Light, Spiderman vs. a whole shit load of villains...the list goes on. Maybe that was what was missing in this game. A hero. But who would be good enough for the job?
So Rachel has now killed and Sam's on the hunt for an arch enemy. Who would you want to see as their new foe and why? Don't think any idea is too out of line. I happen to like surprises.