Kurt came over and dragged Rachel out of the house. His reasoning was that there was no point moping around, she couldn't change any of it. When they got to the hotel Kurt attempted to cheer her up by pointing out all the attractive individuals.
"Oh look at that one that's a sexy Latina and she can dance. Quinn never danced."
"I don't want a Latina Kurt."
"Ok…what about an Asian?"
"No"
"African?"
"No."
"Hm…you're being really difficult. That's weird…"
"What's weird?"
"There's a girl that looks just like Quinn over there…but it can't be Quinn you blew her up earlier."
"I didn't blow her up. That girl did."
"But you gave the order."
"No I didn't…"
"Ok? Well I'm going to go to the little boy's room. This caviar is messing with my stomach."
Rachel nodded and turned to look in the direction of the Quinn look alike. She didn't see her so she sighed and watched all the happy couples on the dance floor.
"We were like that at one point. Weren't we." A voice said behind her. Rachel smiled she knew that voice.
"I suppose we were. A long time ago."
"Hm. May I sit?"
"I'd rather you didn't."
Quinn smirked and sat anyway. Rachel shifted a little so the blonde could see her hand gun on her lap. The blonde smiled and pushed back her jacket before covering her gun with a napkin.
"So is there a reason you're here? Or did you just come to taunt me."
"There's a reason most definitely."
"And that reason is…"
Quinn reached into her pocket and pulled out some papers.
"I want a divorce."
"Interesting."
Quinn sat back she seemed to be studying the brunette.
"We are in a strange predicament Rachel. You've made it clear that you want me dead. And my concern for your well being has well plummeted drastically over the past few days. So what next? Shot it out here and the last one standing wins?"
"Mm. I don't think so because I wouldn't be able to come back once they asked me to leave when you were dead."
"Hm."
"Shouldn't you be going? Kurt will be back soon."
"I doubt that. He got a little stomach bug that will remain with him for the rest of the night. You should be getting a text telling you to go home without him in a few seconds."
Rachel's phone went off.
Ugh bad stomach problems go ahead without me I'm going to call someone to drive me home. Kurt
"Am I right?"
"Yes you're right."
Quinn didn't say anything for a while.
"Dance with me."
"Quinn you don't dance."
"You don't know that."
"Yeah I do. I married you remember."
"That was a marriage? I thought it was all part of a master plan to kill me?"
Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Dance with me Rachel."
The brunette reluctantly took Quinn's hand and followed her to the dance floor. After a few seconds Quinn snaked her hand around Rachel's waist searching for a weapon.
"Satisfied?"
"I don't know I haven't had that feeling in years."
Rachel rolled her eyes and ran her hand up Quinn's leg and to her crotch.
"That's one hundred percent Quinnie darling."
Quinn spun Rachel.
"Why did we fail? Was it the lying or the separate lives?"
"Well seeing as our marriage was a job to you I would have to say you killed us."
"Who said our marriage was a job."
"Well wasn't it?"
"No."
"I was your mark…"
"Who said that was a true statement."
Quinn stopped and looked at Rachel, the brunette avoided her gaze.
"I can't…I have to go."
Rachel turned and went up the stairs to the bathroom.
Be cold Quinnie she's lying again. She's a liar. There was an explosion upstairs and people started running out the doors. Quinn smiled and turned to leave, she froze when she saw Rachel standing at the door smirking at her. The blonde ran trying to get to her through the sea of people. But when she got to the door Rachel was already gone. Damn it!
"Um…excuse me is that you?"
"What?" Quinn asked confused.
"Well there's a ticking noise coming from your pocket."
"What?"
Quinn listened and there was a ticking noise coming from her pocket. She shed the jacket and threw it back into the building not really thinking and ran to her car.
Rachel was already driving on her way back to the house when her phone rang.
"Rachel Fabray."
"That is the second time you have tried to blow me up today."
"Oh Quinn stop being such a baby it was only a little bomb."
"When I get home I am shooting and burning everything I ever bought you."
"Not if I get there and burn it first."
Rachel hung up. Quinn sighed and dialed again.
"You there already?"
"When you first saw me what did you think?"
"What?"
"When you first saw me in Cuba what was the first thing that came to your mind?"
"You tell me."
"I thought…I thought I was dreaming because there was no way that anyone that beautiful could be standing in front of me."
Rachel was taken back she didn't expect Quinn to say that.
"Rach?"
"I thought…that you were the most beautiful…mark I had ever seen."
"So that's it then."
"That's it."
"All business."
"Yup."
"Fine."
Quinn hung up, Rachel banged her head back against the seat. Why can't I just tell her that I actually fell in love with her not that she was a job! Quinn speed into the entrance of the drive-way when a silver car slammed into her knocking her car back.
"Ah! God Damn It!"
Rachel backed her car up and slammed into Quinn one more time before speeding into the garage. Well I guess the garage is off limits now… Quinn jumped out of the car and went to the shed. Rachel had locked all of the doors she was sure of it. The blonde grabbed the biggest wrench she could find and ran back to the side of the house. She climbed the wall to the second floor and broke in through the window. She ran over to her Pac-Man Atari system and pushed a button on the side. The screen lifted and she pulled out a handgun with a silencer and some ammunition. She made it down the stairs without being seen. But she knew Rachel was down there waiting for her. She used a mirror to see around corners and saw Rachel sitting on the stairs with a shot gun and two rifles. Shit! Rachel shot at her twice missing both times.
"You still alive Quinnie?"
Quinn groaned and coughed a few times before dropping her gun. She waited a few seconds before picking up the gun and shooting at Rachel. The brunette fell down the stairs trying to dodge the shots. Quinn ran into the kitchen evading the bullets her enraged wife was shooting at her and hid behind the island in the center of the kitchen.
"You're aim is terrible babe. Good thing you won't be using it after tonight." The blonde fumbled under the counter and disconnected a pipe that let out gas. Rachel stopped firing my aim is not terrible! She turned around and started shooting into the kitchen again and was met with an explosion that sent her flying backwards. She stood up and saw Quinn flying at her. The blonde punched her in the face which sent her back into the wall. Quinn went to elbow her in the face and she ducked punching the blonde's stomach. Quinn grunted and turned to face her, Rachel tried to punch her in the face but the blonde grabbed her hand and pulled her into her. Rachel struggled and head butted Quinn in response Quinn threw her over the table. Rachel lie on the floor for a second trying to figure out a plan of action…
"Come on baby. Come to papa." Quinn taunted, Rachel grabbed a metal vase and spun into her wife slamming the blonde's head into the vase. Quinn fell back and Rachel kicked her into the china cabinet.
"Who's your papa now." She smirked and ran for her gun Quinn kicked it away tackling Rachel in the process. Rachel flipped their positions so she was straddling Quinn and slapped her. Quinn growled and tried to buck Rachel off her. Rachel threw her hands over Quinn's head trying to keep her balance. The blonde bucked again and threw Rachel off her and onto the ground. Quinn jumped up and kicked Rachel in the stomach. Rachel groaned as she was kicked in the stomach again. She raised her leg and kicked Quinn in the crotch hard. Quinn yelped and fell to the ground. Rachel struggled to stand while her wife wriggled on the ground in pain. When they both finally stood Quinn pulled out a handgun while Rachel grabbed the shot gun. They aimed at each other and stared. Rachel looked pissed and Quinn well Rachel couldn't read her expression… The blonde lowered her gun.
"I can't…"
"No come on!"
"If you want the shot," Quinn dropped her gun "take it it's yours."
Rachel paused, she really couldn't bring herself to shoot Quinn either.
"Oh…damn it!" The brunette threw her gun down and pulled Quinn in for a kiss.
