Quinn pulled into the garage at 6:58 p.m. She closed the garage door and looked in the rearview mirror for Rachel. Satisfied that the brunette was not behind any corners she exited the garage and went through the side door. She didn't see Rachel ok that's strange… Quinn hadn't bothered to bring a gun with her there was no point. If Rachel was going to kill her then she wouldn't have time to whip out her gun. She looked at her watch it was 7:00… the blonde frowned this was definitely not normal. She heard something that sounded like music coming from upstairs. Rachel never plays music on speakers… Quinn paused in the kitchen and looked at the various assortments of knives grabbed one of the smaller ones then continued up the stairs. The hallway lights were out the only light was coming from the bedroom. Ok this is definitely not normal…something's wrong. Quinn raised the knife as she pushed open the door. Still no Rachel, the blonde entered the room slowly her eyes adjusting to the dim lights. She went over to the bed looked under it and let out a sigh. Maybe Rachel wasn't home yet or she didn't bother to come home. The blonde lowered the knife and put it on the bed. She put her head in her hands, how did this happen? How did she fall in love with and marry a spy from another agency? And not know it? Did Rachel ever love her or was it all a cover to get closer to her? Did she ever love Rachel? Yes she had to have loved her at one point…she married her after all. But did Rachel love her? She thought back the past few years, all the silence, indifference, lies especially lies…If Rachel had lied to her about this what else had she lied about? What if she wasn't really gay? Or what if she had sex with other people…for the "job?" What if the reason she stopped having sex with Quinn was because someone else was better at it than her? No that's not possible I'm a sex god. Quinn was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear the door close and lock. When was the last time they had sex? Last week? No…the week before? No again…damn how long had it been? Maybe that was why we stopped really talking and being well coupley with each other. The lack of physical attraction. Was she still physically attracted to the brunette? Well yes…she stayed married to her so there must be some physical attraction.
"Whatcha thinkin about Quinnie?"
Quinn sat up straight she didn't turn around because she didn't want to see the barrel of the gun or the tip of the knife her wife was most likely holding…
"Nothing."
"Well you must have been thinking about something. You didn't even say hello when I came in."
"Hi," Quinn said dryly she wasn't really in the mood for games. But Rachel had called her Quinnie…she hadn't done that in…years and she didn't feel anything pressing into her head. Rachel slid her hands over Quinn's shoulders.
"Why so tense Quinnie? You haven't done anything bad have you?"
Quinn felt a stirring in her pants. Well that's new… "I could ask you the same question," she tried to remain indifferent but her voice cracked damn she's got me. She felt a pair of soft lips on her neck and Rachel's hands wondered down to the buttons on her shirt. "Um…Rachel why are you doing this?"
"Do you not like it?"
"No I like it I mean it's just a little strange…you haven't well we haven't…"
"Ssshh. You're talking too much."
Quinn stopped talking and tried to keep her head level and her wife popped the buttons off her shirt and ran her fingernails over her abs. She sucked in a breath think of something to calm the raging hard in your pants. Puck dancing no that's just funny…kids think of kids snotty gross loud kids. Her mind flashed back to the other night at the Lopez house, Rachel with that baby. Actually if Rachel hadn't looked so terrified it might have been cute….no! I don't want kids!
"You're hards going down baby. Am I doing something wrong?" Rachel purred from behind her.
"No."
"Why are you so…distracted?" She started kissing Quinn's neck again.
"It's hard not to be."
"Why?" She lowered her hand to the waist line of the blonde's jeans.
"I got some bad news today."
"Oh really?" She unbuttoned the jeans.
"Ok cut the crap Rachel."
"What crap?" She said running her hand over Quinn's covered penis.
"I know it was you."
"What are you talking about?" She didn't stop moving
"In Mexico. I know. You're the one who shot me."
"Did it hurt?" She stopped.
"Well…no."
"I guess I didn't do it right." She grabbed Quinn's dick again.
"So you're admitting that you shot me."
"I didn't know it was you."
"Would it have made a difference?"
Silence… "Would it have made a difference?"
"No."
"So why does it matter."
"Would you have tried to blow me up if you'd known it was me?"
"You shot me."
"Answer the question."
"No…" it was out before Quinn realized that she had said it.
Rachel stopped moving and withdrew her hand from Quinn's pants.
"You really wouldn't have blown me up. Even though I was in on your job. And I shot you."
Quinn sighed and buttoned her pants, "no I wouldn't have blown you up ok! I would have left and pretended not to see you!"
"Really?" Rachel's voice had changed it sounded small and vulnerable not cold and professional.
Quinn turned to face her, "yes really I mean I know I don't say it all the time but…I do care for you Rach."
Rachel froze before smiling, "you called me Rach."
"Yeah so."
"You haven't called me Rach in over two years."
"I'm sorry…"
"Yeah me too."
"Wait what are you sorry for?"
"Everything…"
"Hey," she took her wife's face in her hands "don't be sorry for anything. You didn't do anything wrong." She pulled Rachel against her stroking her hair gently. Rachel flinched she wasn't sure if Quinn was being serious or playing her she couldn't tell.
"It's all my fault…I shouldn't have fallen in love…with the mark."
Quinn froze, "what."
Rachel sighed here goes the biggest lie I've ever told. "I said I shouldn't have fallen in love with the mark."
"I was your target?"
"Yes."
"So all these years you played me."
"No…I really did love you…well do love you it's complicated."
"The hell it is!" Quinn pushed her away and stood up "you…you played me! You could have killed me that night in Cuba! You should have! That way I wouldn't have wasted four years of my life I can never get back!"
"It's been five years Quinn."
"No it hasn't! I don't count the year we spent apart a year after we got married when you went to take care of your sick father!"
Rachel froze, Quinn remembered that? She had always thought the blonde said four years because she simply forgot, but she didn't count that year… that brought tears to her eyes. Quinn had loved her and still loved her. This was going to be harder than she thought.
"Quinn…" she started her voice breaking.
"Don't bother Rachel. I get it it's professional. You were assigned to kill me. Only difference is now I'm supposed to kill you too." Quinn bent down and picked up the knife. "If you really want to kill me," she put the knife in Rachel's hand and kneeled in front of her "then kill me." Rachel was totally thrown off she didn't expect this, and the way Quinn was looking at her, her eyes…there was so much pain in those beautiful hazel eyes. She raised the knife and Quinn closed her eyes but opened them when she heard the knife thud into the wall. She looked at Rachel, the brunette was quivering silent tears were streaming down her face. The blonde wanted to kiss away the tears to make it better in some way.
"I-I can't…"
"Why not."
"Because I don't want to kill you…"
"You have to."
"I can't!"
"Rachel look at me," Quinn took her wife's face in her hands forcing her to look at her. "If you don't kill me. They will come after both of us. They'll kill both of us."
"I-I can't kill you Quinn…not like this."
"Why not."
"Because you're making it too easy that's why not!"
Quinn sighed she didn't know what she expected to hear she knew what she wanted to hear but it definitely wasn't that. Rachel flinched there goes that sigh again…
"Look Rach…I don't want to kill you. I…I love you I've always loved you since the day you walked into that bar. And I refuse. To kill you. So you'll just have to kill me."
"I can't! Why won't you fight back?"
"Because I don't want to hurt you!"
"What do you think you're doing right now!"
"I'm making it easier on you!"
"No you're making it harder! Claiming to be this lovesick boy!"
"I'm not a boy! Why does everyone think I'm a boy?"
"Because you are! You're acting like a child! You're giving up too easily!"
Quinn shook her head, "I'm not being childish Rachel. Quite the opposite. I'm holding up my part of my wedding vows. That I will love you and protect you until the day I die."
God damn it why'd she have to bring up the wedding? Rachel was a mess now she was sobbing uncontrollably and her tears were clouding her vision. She heard Quinn moving and thought she was leaving. "Quinn…baby please don't leave me."
"I'm not leaving," Rachel felt two strong arms around her waist as Quinn sat behind her. Rachel turned her body completely burying her face in Quinn's chest. They sat there like that until Rachel fell asleep. Quinn smiled and lay her on the bed, she looked down at the brunette lovingly before she stood and scribbled something on a piece of paper. She put the paper next to Rachel and turned to leave. She pressed a gently kiss to the brunette's forehead before exiting silently.
When Rachel woke the next morning she realized that Quinn wasn't there. She sighed maybe she had driven her off with her mark lie. But when she rolled over she saw a piece of paper folded on the pillow next to her.
Morning beautiful,
I know last night didn't go as planned for either of us but one of us has to die. Plain and simple. If you still want to kill me after reading this then fine. I won't stop you. But if you do still love me as you claimed you did last night even though I'm your mark. Meet me at our spot at 12:00 pm. Hell if you still want to kill me meet me there. But when you do come, come alone. I'm not going to hurt you, so you have no need to feel threatened. Don't tell anyone where you're going not even Kurt. Burn this after you read it. You probably already knew that but in case you didn't. I hope to see you there. No actually I will see you there because you will pick one of the two options and you have to meet me for both. Well I'll see you then.
Love,
Quinn.
