A few months later

"I didn't know they still had carnivals in New York." Rachel was bouncing happily next to Quinn who was looking at one of the carnival games she wanted to play to impress Rachel. She saw a shooting game she was good at shooting.

"Hey let's play this one," the blonde pulled the smaller girl over to the booth and paid for both of their turns. Rachel went first she looked sideways at Quinn and picked up the gun she shot aimlessly around the targets and giggled as Quinn tried to help her hit one of the targets. It was Quinn's turn and she aimed the gun hitting every target she aimed at. Rachel looked at Quinn surprised that her girlfriend knew how to handle a gun.

"I wanna try again," the brunette picked up the gun she was very competitive and even though Quinn was her girlfriend she wasn't going to let her show her up. She aimed and hit all the targets at least five seconds faster than Quinn. The blonde looked surprised when the brunette was rewarded with an overstuffed bear.

"Where's you learn to shoot like that?" Quinn asked pressing a kiss to Rachel's temple.

"I didn't I just got lucky," Quinn didn't dwell on it her attention was now on the pink fluffy candy at the booth in front of them.

A month after the carnival

"She's pretty, she's smart, she's sexy. She's the best thing that ever happened to me." Quinn muffled out between punches with her boxing partner.

"Aren't you moving a little fast with this broad Quinn?" Puck asked he had been her best friend since she graduated college.

"I wanna marry her," Quinn said groaning as she was punched in the stomach.

"Quinn you can't just marry the girl. You need to be her friend first you know lay the foundation for marriage. Lauren and I were friends four years before I asked her to marry me, and look at us we are happily divorced now."

"Rachel's different" Quinn gasped out she was trapped under the girl in a headlock.

"Quinnie…Quinnie…Quinnie…I give this whole relationship about five months tops."

"Puck I asked her to marry me," Quinn was on top of the other boxer now punching her face and stomach. Her partner bucked under her and Quinn lost her balance which allowed the other boxer to flip their positions. She then began to try to punch the blonde's face but Quinn was blocking the hits.

"You what!"

"I'm getting married!" Quinn's reply was muffled because of the punches she was receiving.

"Wait…wait…wait can you stop punching her face for one second I'll let you continue in a minute I just need to be sure I heard what I thought this idiot said."

"I'm getting married!" Quinn yelled.

"She's in construction which works out well for me because we both won't be home a lot." Rachel sad panting she and her best friend Kurt were running up a trail in the more country part of New York.

"Rach don't you think you're moving a little fast?"

"No, I know she's the one, it just feels right."

"Are you sure?"

"Kurt you know I don't do things without thinking."

"Ok…well if you're sure…"

"I am sure."

Four or five years later

Quinn frowned, she hated having to go to work early in the morning. Rachel was already up and brushing her teeth.

"Honey did you get the paper?"

Quinn rolled over glancing at the alarm clock it was seven a.m.

"No sweetie I don't think it's here yet."

"Well could you check."

It was more of a demand than a question, Quinn rolled out of bed and grabbed her UCLA sweatshirt. She shrugged into it grumbling something about how the paper was obsolete anyway now they have the internet. It was cold outside and the blonde really hated having to get the stupid paper maybe she'd cancel their subscription so she wouldn't have to get up and get it anymore. When she got back Rachel was already ready for work and was putting the finishing touches on her make-up.

"So honey what did you think of Dr. Sam?"

"Um…he was alright."

"I thought his questions were a bit personal."

"He's a therapist sweetie it's his job to get personal."

"Hm."

"He's all the way across town which I don't like. We'd hit rush hour traffic every time we went."

Rachel nodded, the two finished getting ready and went to their cars both Mercedes but Rachel's was silver and Quinn's was black.

"Dinner's at seven."

"Yup I'll be there…here"

They both pulled out of the garage and almost collided on their way to the drive-way. Quinn groaned and let Rachel go out first then pulled out herself going to the right while Rachel went to the left. That night when Quinn pulled into the garage Rachel was inside making dinner. The blonde slipped her wedding ring back on and went inside.

"Babe I'm home."

"Hi sweetie" Rachel called from the kitchen.

"I brought home the milk like you asked, the gardener left the lawn mower out again" the blonde walked over to her wife and kissed her cheek.

"Oh thanks babe."

"Mmhmm" Quinn walked back to the mini bar and made herself a Manhattan with cherries.

"I got new chairs for the living room."

"Did you?"

"Yes, there was a bit of a fight between me and this older white man but in the end I won."

"Of course you did."

"Well aren't you going to come look at them."

"I'm sure whatever you picked out is fine hon."

"Babe just come look." Quinn rolled her eyes and carried her drink into the living room sitting there were two of the fugliest chairs she had ever seen. They were green with red flowers on them they might have been roses, but it was still fucking ugly.

"What was wrong with the old chairs?" Quinn said taking a drink.

"Honey we talked about this. We decided to get new chairs last month."

"Or we could just refurbish the old chairs, even better."

"If you don't like them I can just take them back."

"Are you being serious?"

"Yes."

"Ok I don't like them."

"You'll get used to them."

"Yup" Quinn said she knew the conversation was going to go that way she didn't know why she even bothered to voice her opinion. It didn't matter anymore, Rachel wanted things done her way, there was no other way basically. She downed her drink and went into the dining room twirling the stem of the cherry in her mouth. She pulled it out and looked at the little knot…not that her cherry tying skills were being used but it was a nice trick to have. She sat down it was roast beef tonight great.

"Did you do something different tonight it looks different."

"Yes I added carrots."

"Yeah carrots that would explain the orange circles."

That night Quinn put the lawn mower back in the shed and when they went to bed they both went to their separate sides without saying a word.

"So you came back," Dr. Sam said.

"Yes I did."

"Why?"

"I don't know exactly why I came back…I mean I love my wife I love her a lot but sometimes I just want to punch her you know?" Quinn punched her fist into her hand for emphasis. " But I want her to be uh happy…I want good things to happen for her…but sometimes." The blonde repeated the punching motion.

A few days earlier

Quinn groaned as she turned off the light on her side of the bed. Rachel didn't turn her's off, "um baby could you…"

"Five more minutes."

"But I'm really…"

"In five minutes."

Quinn groaned and buried her face in the pillows.

Present day

"There's just this gap in communication…" Rachel said to Dr. Sam, "and it just keeps getting worse with everything we don't say to each other. What is that called?"

"Marriage. What don't you say to each other?"

"Everything…I mean I've never lied to her but I leave out certain details…I mean everyone's got secrets. Right?"

Quinn watched from the den as Rachel talked on the phone with someone looking at her laptop. Probably work Quinn thought she looked at her watch. Hopefully this phone call would end soon so she could go out and do her job tonight. Rachel came back in and went upstairs, huh that's weird… the blonde thought she waited a few minutes before walking up the stairs herself. When she shut the door Rachel jumped.

"Jesus you scared me babe."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to. Are you going out?"

"Yes a company's server went down and their world is ending so I'm going to fix it."

"We promised the Lopez's."

"I know I'll be back babe."

After Rachel's car pulled out of the drive way Quinn called a cab and left for downtown. The cab pulled up at a dodgy looking bar, Quinn got out and walked in. After sitting at the bar for five minutes surveying the scene she walked to the back past the bathroom and opened the door to one of the back rooms. Inside there were three gangster looking men sitting there.

"Where's the shitter around here?" She asked pretending to be slightly drunk.

"Not here man you'd better get lost."

"Oh shit are you guys playing poker?"

"It's a private game," the thug closest to her said pulling back his jacket revealing a hand gun.

"That's cool man, I'm all for guns if it gets the job done." The thug looked surprised and the mood suddenly changed. "I mean I guess she can stay as long as she leaves when Karofsky gets here."

"Yeah she can stay sit down blondie."

Quinn smiled, "now we're talking how much is the buy in?"

"One fifty."

"Psh ok," Quinn reached in her pocket and pulled out a large roll of bills. She fake drunkenly counted one fifty and threw it "let's play." The next hour was spent playing poker, yelling whenever anyone won, and loads of horse play. At one point Quinn put the flask Rachel gave her in the pot.

"To my favorite American aaawww!" One of the thugs said.

"Yeah yeah put it in!"

The door opened and man walked in "Karofsky's here you gotta go blondie thanks for playin."

The man called Karofsky looked at Quinn, "who's this? Are you lookin for a job blondie?"

Quinn turned her head to face him, "you are the job."

She shot him twice hiding the gun under her arm then she pulled out another gun and pushed her chair back while shooting at the remaining thugs. After about two minutes of shooting Quinn stood up and put the guns back in her pants. She looked at one of the thugs cards just to see if she would have lost.

"A royal flush god damn it."She grabbed her flask and walked out the back door.

Rachel had taken a cab to the upper east side and was entering a lavish hotel. When she got to the desired room she knocked twice when a thug answered she pulled handcuffs out of her bag.

"We've got to leave in an hour."

"Won't take that long," Rachel said as she strode past him."Lock this door."

The thug nodded and let her lock the door. She could hear a man gargling and spitting in the bathroom. Blech men are disgusting… she thought before taking a deep breath and waiting for the man to come in. Finn Hudson came in wearing a bathrobe and boxers. Rachel smiled seductively at him and took off her coat revealing her tight corset and fishnet stockings. Finn smiled dumbly, Rachel went over to him and handcuffed his hands behind his back. She then motioned for him to get on his knees he did almost tripping in the process. She ran her fingers over his shoulders.

"You've been a bad boy haven't you Finn."

"Y-yes I-I've been very bad."

"And you know what happens to bad boys right? They get punished ." She dug her fingernails into his broad shoulders.

"Oh god punish me!"

Rachel leaned down and whispered "have you been stealing big guns from bad people?"

"Yes oh ye-wait what?" Rachel didn't reply instead she took his head in her hands and snapped his neck letting his body fall to the floor.

She put on her coat and ran outside when she heard footsteps and "he's down!"

She took out the grappling hook and stuck the sharp metal into the side of the building she then jumped and fell down the rest of the building. She stopped the hook a few feet from the ground and jumped down startling a man standing waiting for a taxi. She smirked at him and got into the taxi that he had been waiting for.