debs chapter 20
Title: debs chapter 20
Author: soccerputte
Rating: pg-13
Chapter 20
After hearing what Rachel had to confess, there was just one thing that Puck needed to know to be sure what he should be telling his friend.
“Do you love her?” Puck asked as he looked at Rachel who just could nod, she couldn’t find her voice and tell him what she wanted to tell him. That was something that normally didn’t happen to the brunette. She did after all love to hear her own voice.
“You are willing to give up all of this…” Puck said and pointed around the room they were in. “…the life of crime, you know the whole nine yards?”
“whatever it takes.” Rachel said as she looked at the mohawked young man. “And that is a movie that I won’t be watching again.”
“All right, then.” Puck said and looked at the short brunette that was sitting in the couch that would be one of the few things that they would have left, when this whole thing would be over. “We are going in.”
“What?” Rachel asked surprised she had no idea what Puck was talking about, this was not something that she had agreed on.
“We got to get her back.” Puck said as it was the most normal thing in the world. A criminal getting back the girl that she loved and that girl just happened to be the number one ranked spy in the country or at least in her agency.
/
Kurt and Santana sat on the couch in the livingroom, the TV was on the back ground there was news channel on, that was the one thing that was on in this house during the day. Santana was watching the news and Kurt had some paper that he was reading.
“In a remarkable twist, sums of stolen money…” Santana had a hard time believing what she was hearing. “...have been reappearing in bank accounts.”
“Kurt, you have to listen to this.” Santana said and took the paper from the young man.
“I don’t have to do anything that I don’t want to.” Kurt said and tried to take back the paper.
“Please listen to this.” Santana said and turned her focus back to the TV.
“Authorities are trying to determine the location of these wire transfers…” Kurt looked a bit confused as he heard the news about the money but it wasn’t anything that he really cared about.
/
Puck was sitting in front of computers as he had been trying to figure out how to manage to put back the money on the different accounts without it being possibly for authorities to trace them back to him and Rachel. It had been kind of hard for him, seeing that he wasn’t a computer wizard that most people had thought that he was.
At one point they had even gone back to one of the banks and left the money outside the bank in big bags with just a note saying that they were sorry. Puck ha thought that Rachel had been insane when she had done that but she had done it anyway and being a part of the hot Jew twosome then he had to be there too, to help her with whatever she needed help with.
“…however, have been unsuccessful at this time.”
So far so good was all that Puck could think he had been following the news, so that he would know if something was about to happen.
/
“The Louvre received a surprise package this morning…” Santana just shook her head, this was a new day and once again it looked like Rachel Berry was returning things that she had stolen once up on a time in her life. It all seemed too unreal to her. “…a shipment of stolen paintings estimated to be worth 20 million dollars or so.”
“What do you guys think of this?” Santana asked Kurt and Brittany, she wasn’t sure if she should be involving Quinn in this just yet. The Latina wanted to know some more things before talking to the blonde.
“Insider sources say that the artwork was originally taken…” They all knew that there must be something that was behind this, Rachel Berry trying to get back to being legal or something like that but they had so far no idea on what that would be. “…by notorious supervillain Rachel Berry.”
/
Time had passed by pretty fast that day and Kurt and Santana were once again sitting together at the couch, it was strange that they had managed to get into this position this many times on a so short period of time. The two of them normally didn’t really talk about things.
“Did you know?” Santana asked as she looked at Kurt she had never thought about asking him about this before maybe he had had an idea before.
“Know what?” He asked as he looked at the screen in front of him.
“About Quinn.” The Latina clarified as she turned to him looking more closely at the young man.
“I kind of suspected.” Kurt said, he tried being a bit vague; Santana would have to work to find out about his thoughts about this.
“What do you mean suspected?” Santana said, she was not happy about the fact that he couldn’t tell her directly, well more like wouldn’t and it was kind of annoying,
“She kind of did go through guy after guy.” Kurt said and twitched his shoulders.
“And so do you.” Santana said and she wanted to add some more to that but she wasn’t sure on what it would be
but she knew that Kurt did go changed boys as often as they changed their socks.
“Sure, but I use them and I love them.” Kurt said and smiled thinking about all the way that he could use them. “I don’t know the word that I look for there is this French saying that I think would fit.”
“Hot potato?” Santana asked as she had heard what Kurt had said in French.
“Yes, that is it.” Kurt said and looked at Santana. “There is no passion and she gets ride of the quickly.” Santana had a hard time believing what Kurt was saying. “It’s kind of boring.”
“No, I don’t by it.” Santana said and turned away she wasn’t going to listen to Kurt go on and on about this. There was no way that Quinn would actually be in love with Rachel or even just being gay.
“You know, there is nothing strange by being with someone of the same sex.” Kurt said and he as starting to tell a story about how he had had an affair once in Europe with a married man, and apparently that wasn’t something strange in Europe.
“That’s way TMI, Kurt.” Santana said and threw away the paper that she had in her lap before she left the room, she hadn’t planned on finding out more about Kurt’s affairs then she already knew.
/
There had been a package delivered to their house and had been address to Quinn. The four DEBS had an idea on who it was from. There was just one thing that they could do. They had to open it to find out what it would be.
When they had moved it they could all hear some kind of ticking coming from it, and as they placed it on a bench. Quinn was the first to open up the paper that was wrapped around the box they all saw the clock that was ticking down. That just meant one thing, it was some kind of bomb and they needed to disarm it somehow.
Santana was the one that was the best on doing that, so she was the one that did just that. She had managed to cut most of the wires and there were just a couple of them left and she was not sure on which one she should be cutting, it would be the last one.
As the Latina cut the wire that she had decide on they all heard a small puff and a bit of smoke came from the box before some confetti started to fall down on them and a balloon, that was shaped as a heart, came slowly sailing up from the box, it said ‘I love you’ Quinn couldn’t help but to smile, it was kind of romantic. And they all knew that it had been Rachel that was behind this, that was just who she had been acting the last couple of days.
“I think it’s kind of cute.” Brittany said, she was the first one to say anything on this, Santana just shrugged her shoulders, she knew that it was romantic but she wasn’t going to tell anyone that, she was a badass after all.
“I have to agree with Brittany on this one.” Kurt said and then they all turned to Quinn waiting for her to tell them what she thought of it, it was addressed to her after all. The blonde couldn’t say anything she just blushed.
/
Rachel was leaning against the hood of her car as she stood at view point looking out over the city; she had no idea on what she should be doing. The brunette was playing with her phone, and she looked up in the sky, there it was her own design, a gold star with her name on. As she looked up at the star all that she could do was to sigh.
“Noah, she is out there somewhere.” Rachel said and she pushed some buttons on the phone and soon a heart appeared instead of the star.
/
Quinn was sitting in her room on the bed, she had done some sketching, there was nothing else that she could do, there was still a lot going on in her mind. She looked out the window and that was when she saw the heart that had appeared on the sky. ‘Quinn, be mine.’ Could be read, it just meant one thing, Rachel was out there somewhere, she was the only one that could something like that.
/
Puck looked at Rachel, there was just one more thing that they could do.
“It’s time for plan B.” Puck said and he was sure of that, this was the one thing that they could do to make sure that Rachel would still have a chance with the blonde DEB that she was pinning for.
“There is a plan B?” Rachel asked surprised this was news to her; she hadn’t heard anything about a plan B.
/
It was time for them all to get ready for the endgame that night, it was all that was left of this year, and then it was graduation from this part and on to the next one, that was the one good thing about tonight.
Quinn were in her own room, she was looking at the dress that she was supposed to be wearing tonight, it was a blue spaghetti-strapped dress, it was a nice dress Quinn knew that but this didn’t feel right.
“Getting ready for tonight?”
“Oh, hi Mr. Schue.” Quinn said as she turned around and saw her boss, or somewhat boss. She didn’t really know what was going on right now, she wondered if her knew what was going on and was going to happen.
“So, Quinn, tell me.” Mr. Schuester said and looked at her but she didn’t say anything, she had no idea really what she was going to tell him. “How are you holding on?”
“Okay, I guess.” She said, and that was true, she did think that she was okay, but nothing more and nothing less.
“You know, I have learned the hard way. That in this business that we are in…” Mr. Schuester said as he sat down on the bed. “…there is not that much room for love.” He almost sighed as he had said the last part. “Love requires trust, and trust requires honesty.” He had almost a dreamy look in his eyes as he said the last part.
“Mr. Schue, can I as you a question?” Quinn asked as she looked at him there was one thing that she wanted to know.
“Of course.”
“Got the perfect score on the secret test in the SAT.” Quinn said, and that was something that everyone knew about and talked about.
“Yes, you did.” He said and smiled. “I can tell you that we are all so proud of you about that.”
“But…” Quinn said, now the hard part came, she had to ask. “…what does that test measure?”
“I’m sorry?” Mr. Schuester asked, he was not sure that he had heard right.
“I mean, Kurt…” Quinn started off, she pulled her fingers through her hair, she was not sure on what word she should be using. “…is a sex addict, in lack of a better word. Brittany, she has a couple if shoplifting convictions.” Mr. Schue looked at her waiting for her to go on and come to the point that she had. “Santana? Well, she is borderline psychotic.” She had now told him about the things that she thought made the rest of her team good spies. “But there is nothing in my past that indicated that I’d be a good spy.” She had stopped there and she hopped that he would get the point but he didn’t say anything.
“So…?” Quinn asked but he still didn’t say anything and she figured that she had to ask him directly about that. “…why did I get a perfect score?”
“The test measures your ability to lie.” Mr. Schuester said as he looked at the blonde that stood in front of him, this had been the first time that he had ever told anyone what the test did measure.
Author: soccerputte
Rating: pg-13
Chapter 20
After hearing what Rachel had to confess, there was just one thing that Puck needed to know to be sure what he should be telling his friend.
“Do you love her?” Puck asked as he looked at Rachel who just could nod, she couldn’t find her voice and tell him what she wanted to tell him. That was something that normally didn’t happen to the brunette. She did after all love to hear her own voice.
“You are willing to give up all of this…” Puck said and pointed around the room they were in. “…the life of crime, you know the whole nine yards?”
“whatever it takes.” Rachel said as she looked at the mohawked young man. “And that is a movie that I won’t be watching again.”
“All right, then.” Puck said and looked at the short brunette that was sitting in the couch that would be one of the few things that they would have left, when this whole thing would be over. “We are going in.”
“What?” Rachel asked surprised she had no idea what Puck was talking about, this was not something that she had agreed on.
“We got to get her back.” Puck said as it was the most normal thing in the world. A criminal getting back the girl that she loved and that girl just happened to be the number one ranked spy in the country or at least in her agency.
/
Kurt and Santana sat on the couch in the livingroom, the TV was on the back ground there was news channel on, that was the one thing that was on in this house during the day. Santana was watching the news and Kurt had some paper that he was reading.
“In a remarkable twist, sums of stolen money…” Santana had a hard time believing what she was hearing. “...have been reappearing in bank accounts.”
“Kurt, you have to listen to this.” Santana said and took the paper from the young man.
“I don’t have to do anything that I don’t want to.” Kurt said and tried to take back the paper.
“Please listen to this.” Santana said and turned her focus back to the TV.
“Authorities are trying to determine the location of these wire transfers…” Kurt looked a bit confused as he heard the news about the money but it wasn’t anything that he really cared about.
/
Puck was sitting in front of computers as he had been trying to figure out how to manage to put back the money on the different accounts without it being possibly for authorities to trace them back to him and Rachel. It had been kind of hard for him, seeing that he wasn’t a computer wizard that most people had thought that he was.
At one point they had even gone back to one of the banks and left the money outside the bank in big bags with just a note saying that they were sorry. Puck ha thought that Rachel had been insane when she had done that but she had done it anyway and being a part of the hot Jew twosome then he had to be there too, to help her with whatever she needed help with.
“…however, have been unsuccessful at this time.”
So far so good was all that Puck could think he had been following the news, so that he would know if something was about to happen.
/
“The Louvre received a surprise package this morning…” Santana just shook her head, this was a new day and once again it looked like Rachel Berry was returning things that she had stolen once up on a time in her life. It all seemed too unreal to her. “…a shipment of stolen paintings estimated to be worth 20 million dollars or so.”
“What do you guys think of this?” Santana asked Kurt and Brittany, she wasn’t sure if she should be involving Quinn in this just yet. The Latina wanted to know some more things before talking to the blonde.
“Insider sources say that the artwork was originally taken…” They all knew that there must be something that was behind this, Rachel Berry trying to get back to being legal or something like that but they had so far no idea on what that would be. “…by notorious supervillain Rachel Berry.”
/
Time had passed by pretty fast that day and Kurt and Santana were once again sitting together at the couch, it was strange that they had managed to get into this position this many times on a so short period of time. The two of them normally didn’t really talk about things.
“Did you know?” Santana asked as she looked at Kurt she had never thought about asking him about this before maybe he had had an idea before.
“Know what?” He asked as he looked at the screen in front of him.
“About Quinn.” The Latina clarified as she turned to him looking more closely at the young man.
“I kind of suspected.” Kurt said, he tried being a bit vague; Santana would have to work to find out about his thoughts about this.
“What do you mean suspected?” Santana said, she was not happy about the fact that he couldn’t tell her directly, well more like wouldn’t and it was kind of annoying,
“She kind of did go through guy after guy.” Kurt said and twitched his shoulders.
“And so do you.” Santana said and she wanted to add some more to that but she wasn’t sure on what it would be
but she knew that Kurt did go changed boys as often as they changed their socks.
“Sure, but I use them and I love them.” Kurt said and smiled thinking about all the way that he could use them. “I don’t know the word that I look for there is this French saying that I think would fit.”
“Hot potato?” Santana asked as she had heard what Kurt had said in French.
“Yes, that is it.” Kurt said and looked at Santana. “There is no passion and she gets ride of the quickly.” Santana had a hard time believing what Kurt was saying. “It’s kind of boring.”
“No, I don’t by it.” Santana said and turned away she wasn’t going to listen to Kurt go on and on about this. There was no way that Quinn would actually be in love with Rachel or even just being gay.
“You know, there is nothing strange by being with someone of the same sex.” Kurt said and he as starting to tell a story about how he had had an affair once in Europe with a married man, and apparently that wasn’t something strange in Europe.
“That’s way TMI, Kurt.” Santana said and threw away the paper that she had in her lap before she left the room, she hadn’t planned on finding out more about Kurt’s affairs then she already knew.
/
There had been a package delivered to their house and had been address to Quinn. The four DEBS had an idea on who it was from. There was just one thing that they could do. They had to open it to find out what it would be.
When they had moved it they could all hear some kind of ticking coming from it, and as they placed it on a bench. Quinn was the first to open up the paper that was wrapped around the box they all saw the clock that was ticking down. That just meant one thing, it was some kind of bomb and they needed to disarm it somehow.
Santana was the one that was the best on doing that, so she was the one that did just that. She had managed to cut most of the wires and there were just a couple of them left and she was not sure on which one she should be cutting, it would be the last one.
As the Latina cut the wire that she had decide on they all heard a small puff and a bit of smoke came from the box before some confetti started to fall down on them and a balloon, that was shaped as a heart, came slowly sailing up from the box, it said ‘I love you’ Quinn couldn’t help but to smile, it was kind of romantic. And they all knew that it had been Rachel that was behind this, that was just who she had been acting the last couple of days.
“I think it’s kind of cute.” Brittany said, she was the first one to say anything on this, Santana just shrugged her shoulders, she knew that it was romantic but she wasn’t going to tell anyone that, she was a badass after all.
“I have to agree with Brittany on this one.” Kurt said and then they all turned to Quinn waiting for her to tell them what she thought of it, it was addressed to her after all. The blonde couldn’t say anything she just blushed.
/
Rachel was leaning against the hood of her car as she stood at view point looking out over the city; she had no idea on what she should be doing. The brunette was playing with her phone, and she looked up in the sky, there it was her own design, a gold star with her name on. As she looked up at the star all that she could do was to sigh.
“Noah, she is out there somewhere.” Rachel said and she pushed some buttons on the phone and soon a heart appeared instead of the star.
/
Quinn was sitting in her room on the bed, she had done some sketching, there was nothing else that she could do, there was still a lot going on in her mind. She looked out the window and that was when she saw the heart that had appeared on the sky. ‘Quinn, be mine.’ Could be read, it just meant one thing, Rachel was out there somewhere, she was the only one that could something like that.
/
Puck looked at Rachel, there was just one more thing that they could do.
“It’s time for plan B.” Puck said and he was sure of that, this was the one thing that they could do to make sure that Rachel would still have a chance with the blonde DEB that she was pinning for.
“There is a plan B?” Rachel asked surprised this was news to her; she hadn’t heard anything about a plan B.
/
It was time for them all to get ready for the endgame that night, it was all that was left of this year, and then it was graduation from this part and on to the next one, that was the one good thing about tonight.
Quinn were in her own room, she was looking at the dress that she was supposed to be wearing tonight, it was a blue spaghetti-strapped dress, it was a nice dress Quinn knew that but this didn’t feel right.
“Getting ready for tonight?”
“Oh, hi Mr. Schue.” Quinn said as she turned around and saw her boss, or somewhat boss. She didn’t really know what was going on right now, she wondered if her knew what was going on and was going to happen.
“So, Quinn, tell me.” Mr. Schuester said and looked at her but she didn’t say anything, she had no idea really what she was going to tell him. “How are you holding on?”
“Okay, I guess.” She said, and that was true, she did think that she was okay, but nothing more and nothing less.
“You know, I have learned the hard way. That in this business that we are in…” Mr. Schuester said as he sat down on the bed. “…there is not that much room for love.” He almost sighed as he had said the last part. “Love requires trust, and trust requires honesty.” He had almost a dreamy look in his eyes as he said the last part.
“Mr. Schue, can I as you a question?” Quinn asked as she looked at him there was one thing that she wanted to know.
“Of course.”
“Got the perfect score on the secret test in the SAT.” Quinn said, and that was something that everyone knew about and talked about.
“Yes, you did.” He said and smiled. “I can tell you that we are all so proud of you about that.”
“But…” Quinn said, now the hard part came, she had to ask. “…what does that test measure?”
“I’m sorry?” Mr. Schuester asked, he was not sure that he had heard right.
“I mean, Kurt…” Quinn started off, she pulled her fingers through her hair, she was not sure on what word she should be using. “…is a sex addict, in lack of a better word. Brittany, she has a couple if shoplifting convictions.” Mr. Schue looked at her waiting for her to go on and come to the point that she had. “Santana? Well, she is borderline psychotic.” She had now told him about the things that she thought made the rest of her team good spies. “But there is nothing in my past that indicated that I’d be a good spy.” She had stopped there and she hopped that he would get the point but he didn’t say anything.
“So…?” Quinn asked but he still didn’t say anything and she figured that she had to ask him directly about that. “…why did I get a perfect score?”
“The test measures your ability to lie.” Mr. Schuester said as he looked at the blonde that stood in front of him, this had been the first time that he had ever told anyone what the test did measure.