CHAPTER 18:

AN: Sorry for the wait again. Lets get to it…

"What?!" Santana hissed pulling out of the blondes hold. She clearly hadn't heard right probably because they were still in the crowded club.

"I'm Brittany's husband" Artie proudly grinned his chest puffing out. "We've been together for almost six years" he added.

"Six years" the Latina mumbled to herself trying to piece everything together. There was no way Brittany could be married especially since she was techinically her girlfriend. "Six years!?" she yelled looking up at the blonde.

"San I can explain" Brittany pleaded reaching for the women wincing when her hand was knocked away.

"You're married?" she asked in clear shock.

"Its not what you think."

"You've been engage this entire time" Santana scoffed. "For six fucking years and its not what I think" she scoffed quicklybecoming angry. She had spent almost two months with Brittany and not once did she ever mention being married or anything close to it.

"Sanny please" Brittany pleaded.

"Don't call me that" the Latina growled. "You've been married this entire time and never told me" she hissed.

"Its not what you think" the blonde replied.

"Are you married?" Santana question silently begging for her to deny it. She was so close to falling for this women and if she was actually married she didn't know what she could do.

"San" Brittany whimpered.

"It's a simple fucking question Brittany" she growled as they both stood their in front of each other. "Are you married?" she repeated.

"Should I go?" Artie intruded staring at the scene.

"Shut up" both girls yelled at him.

"Answer the fucking question" Santana urged.

"San please" the blonde begged. All she needed was a chance to explain.

"Answer it"

"Yes" Brittany whispered and if it wasn't for how hard Santana was staring at her she would've missed it completely."I can explain" the blonde rushed out tears slowly rolling down her cheeks.

"Don't fucking bother" the brunette replied before turning around and setting off for the back exit. She was done with tonight and as far as she was concerned she was done with anything the blonde had to say.

"San!" Brittany yelled quickly following behind her. "San please!" she begged.

"I told you to stop calling me that" the Latina growled not even bothering to face the blonde as she rushed through the back door and into the bitter cold wind.

"San please let me explain" Brittany begged following through the back alley. "Its not what you think"

"You're fucking married" Santana hissed turning around to face the blonde her cheeks stained with tears. "You're fucking married, and not once did you ever fucking mention it to me"

"He doesn't mean anything" Brittany explained.

"If he doesn't mean anything then why fucking marry him!?" the Latina yelled her control slipping. She hadn't been this angry in years. "Why not divorce him? Why lie to me? If he doesn't mean anything why am I just now finding out about him?!"

"It was a long time ago" the blonde replied "Please baby" she pleaded. "I don't care about him you're the one I love"

"Well I don't love you" Santana growled.

"San please" Brittany cried. "Please don't say that I know you love me" she pleade.

"I don't" the Latina said clearing her throat her face set in stone.

"Then what has the past two months been about!" the blonde yelled. "If you don't love me what have we been doing?" she asked as more tears fell from her eyes.

"Fucking" Santana shrugged. "And now that its over you can go back to your husband" she added before turning around and making her way to the street to get a cab.

"You're wrong" Brittany said jumping in front of her. "We both know what we have is something special. You're it for me Santana Lopez and I know your upset, but if you give me the chance I can explain everything" she begged.

"Move out of the way" Santana growled.

"Or what?" Brittany challenged. "I fucked up" she admitted. "I know I should of told you about Artie, but everything was so great I didn't want to mess things up" she added.

"And look where we are now" Santana scoffed.

"Please San I'll do anything"

"Anything?"

"Anything" Brittany confirmed.

"Leave me alone" the Latina requested.

"What?" the blonde asked in somewhat shocked.

"As far as I'm concerned after tonight there is no more us. You're married and I'm not a side piece. We may have to work together, but that's it" she explained.

"Santana please" the blonde begged her face crumbling in despair of the thought of them being over. artier was a mistake from her past and she should of told Santana a long time ago, but she got to wrapped up in everything that was the latina and forget to mention the husband she no longer cared for.

"Don't call me unless its about work" Santana said. "We're through" she added before walking around the blonde leaving the women she was sure she was in love with fifteen minutes ago crying in the middle of an alley. This wasn't how her night was supposed to end. She should've been wrapped up in the arms of Brittany right now, but instead she was struggling to see through the tears as her chest felt like it was on fire.

But she refused to go back to being with someone who cheated on her. She dealt with that in highschool and spent to many hours in therapy trying to get over all of that she refused to go back. She quickly flagged down and cab and disappeared into the night air.

Brittanys body wracked with sobs as she watch what was sure to be the love of her life walk away from her. She never meant for this to happen. She loved Santana and seeing that look on her face broke her heart and knowthat it was her that did it to her was even worst.

Artie Abrams was a thing of her past. An old love interest back when she was still pretening to be a naïve blonde girl from Ohio. They had dated for all of two months, and the only reason she married him was for him to get a greencard so he didn't get deported back to Canada.

Sure at one point she loved him, but after two months of dating she quickly knew he wasn't the one for him. He was once a sweet guy, but he was boring and to be honest she only agreed to date him the first time out of pity, and for the past six years he has been nothing more than a pain in her ass.

After only two months of their psuedo-marriage she was fed up and finally filed to get a divocre, but was told she to wait at least two years so that it didn't look like she tried to commit fraud. So she waited, moved out of their shared apartment and started her career and as soon as she was able to she had filed the paper work, but Artie kept wanting to contest the it sprouting shit about love and wanting to work it out.

But she had been clear from the jump that she wanted nothing to do with him. Hell she got her own place, started a new and blossoming career, and even dated other people and every time things started to look good he would coming rolling up begging for her to take him back.

She was paying lawyer fees out of the ass to get out of this fucked up marriage and right when she was months away from seeing a judge for a final judgment here he comes fucking up her life again, but she wasn't going to just ignore it and let her lawyers take care of it anymore. She loved Santana and now judging from what the women said she no longer wanted to have anything to do with her.

Artie abrams was going to pay for that.

She wiped off her tears not caring if her make up was smudged and walked back in the club heading straight for the wheelchair bound man. "What the fuck is your problem?!" she yelled standing over him her eyes fuming.

"What's wrong?" Arties asked in somewhat shock.

"How many times do we have to go over this I'm not your fucking wife" Brittany yelled wanting nothing more than to deck him right across the face, but that wouldn't look good and a surefire way for her to end up on TMZ the next day.

"But we're married" he replied.

"No we're not" the blonde hissed. "I did you a favor as a friend and for some reason you continue to be a pain in my ass" she growled.

"Its only because I love you" he declared.

"Well I don't fucking love you!" Brittany screamed now catching the attention of some of the clubgoers. "I'm sick and tired of you meddling in my life. We were together for two months, and you want to know what? They were the most miserable two months of my life. Everything about you I despise. I hate the thought of you. The sight of you. I even hate your fucking smell. Everything you are Artie Abrams disgusts me" she listen.

"Brittany please" he whined. He was so sure that if she gave him one more chance she could change his mind.

"No" the blonde chuckled her anger clearing taking over her. "I actually wish I can go back in time and make sure I never fucking met you. Because the truth is Artie is that the only reason I dated you was because I felt sorry for you. You are nothing but a weak conniving sneaveling pathetic excuse for a man and the thought of even kissing you letting alone being with you in any sense of the word makes my skin crawl"

"I know you don't mean that" he replied furiously shaking his head.

"Trust me Artie I mean it with ever fiber of my being" she growled leaning down so that they were eye level. "You are the worst mistake I ever made in my life and everyday I wake up wishing that the accident that made you like this actually killed you. I don't love you. I don't like you, and after tonight I want to fucking kill you, but you're not worth it" she laughed off.

"Bri-"

"I'm tired of you meddling in my life and before that judge signs those papers I'm going to make sure my lawyers take you for everything you have" Brittany growled "And if you dare to show up to anywhere I am without having an invite I'll have Rachel take care of you" she added pointing at the brunette director who stood watching the two of them interact a devilishly smirk on her face.

She always hated Artie and told Brittany the first week they started dating that he was nothing more than a creep who used his disability for sympathy. He was beneath her and had the blonde let her handle him like she wanted she wouldn't have to wait for the justice system to finally see what most people saw, but Brittany wanted to handle things her way which just shappened to be the legal way.

"Brittany I just want us to work out" Artie pleaded.

"Well I don't" the blonde qupped back. "How many times do I have tot ell you that I don't like or want you. You are noting to me and I promise that if you don't leave me alone that chair will be the best thing that ever happened to you when I'm done" she hissed before storming away from the man and to her office quickly dialing her girlfriends or ex-girlfriends number.

It was almost four o'clock in the morning and Quinn was just stumbling through the door. Tonight wasn't perfect especially since she had to be in a room with Rachel, but she didn't let that get her down. She had spent the entire time at SUGAR'S celebrating that she was now a manger of a soon to be millionaire and they had finally got where they always wanted to be.

Her, Mercedes, Kurt, and his wonderful fiancé Blaine had spent the entire night dancing and laughing as they basked in the moment. Come morning most of them stood to be a lot richer and the ceven though she tripped and fell face first into the carpet nothing could bring her down.

"Fuck" she muttered getting off the floor and stumbling to the kitchen. She rifled throughout he drawers befoe pulling out the bottle of asprin and a large cup of water knocking back two pills for the morning. She wasn't much a drinker mainly because the one other time she got drunk she ended up pregnant by a mowhawked idiot, but tonight was an exception.

She grunted slipping out of her dress before heading to her room stopping when she noticed the light in Santana's on. She poked her head in seeing the Latina wide awake laying across the bed .

"Hey, you okay?" the blonde said walking into the room sobering up a little. It was obvious the women had been crying.

"Yeah" Santana mumbld turning her head to face the blonde. "Where your clothes?" she asked as Quinn stood in front of her in nothing but her bra and panties.

"I was hot" she shrugged. "You want to talk to about it?" she

"No" Santana scoffed. "I just hate women" she hissed. She had cried it out the entire cab ride home until now.

"I know what you mean" Quinn sighed making her way to the bed and laying down next to her.

"What's the point of lying to someone?" Santana wondered out loud. "If you loved me you would tell me the truth, right?"

"Yeah" the blonde smilled rubbing on the Latinas stomach. "Whose got you so upset?"

"Life"

"Santana we just signed a multi-million dollar contract and were set to make more. What in your life can possibly be that bad?" Quinn slightly laughed. This was everything they wanted and set out to be.

"I know" the Latina sighed rolling on her side to face the blonde. "Shit still sucks" she whined.

"I know, but things always get better" the manager urged. "Come on remember when we were thirteen and that twerp Tyler kicked you in the nuts" she giggled.

"Shut up" Santana smiled pushing the blonde.

"Come on it was so funny" Quinn laughed. "You spent two weeks with an ice pack on your dick and wore a cup for two months straight" she added.

"Oh yeah" the Latina goaded. "What about the time at in 6th grade when you split your pants and everyone saw you Barbie underwear"

"At least I wore underwear" Quinn countered. "And didn't get caught masturbating in the shower in 9th grade" pushing her back.

"Shut up" Santana giggled pushing on the blond and seconds later the two were werestling on the bed like old times sharing embarrassing stories.

"alright alright I give" Quinn relented as Santana laid on top of her reminding about her the time she kissed Jimmy Berger and their braces got stuck together.

"Face it Quinn" Santana smiled. "Your life is way more embarrassing then mine" she laughed.

"Oh yeah" the blonde challegended.

"Yeah" Santana nodded.

"See abut this" Quinn muttered wrapping a leg around the Latinas waist and rolling her over so that she was on top her panties covered center rubbing against the Latinas brief covered crotch.

"Fuck" Santana quietly moaned at the friction causing both of them to freeze as they stared one another down. The Latina licked her lips as they their faces slowly grew closer togher.

"San..."

"Shh" Santana interrupted. "Lets just enjoy it, okay?"

"Okay" Quinn nodded before their lips crashed together tongues exploring places it hasn'y been in years. Maybe it was the emotion of the day, or the countless glasses of champagne and shots but neither of them could care right now as they furiously worked on free one another of all clothing.

"Fuck" Santana hissed flipping the blonde back over so she was on top her lips sliding against her mouth and down her throat sucking and nipping at the open skin.

"So good" Quinn moaned as she worked on freeing the Latina of her shirt hands immediately latching on her loose breast as Santana snatched her bra off her. "I missed this so much" she groaned as the Latinas lips travelled lower and lower.

"Me too" Santana whimpered worning her way down the blondes chest and stomach until she was eye level with her lace thong ripping it off the blonde as quick as possible moaning as the hefty scent of the blondes center filled her noise. She spread said girls legs out mouth watering at the wet bald cunt of her best friend.

"Please San" Quinn groaned lifting up her hips.

"Beg for it" the Latina hissed a breaths way from the wet center.

"Please Santana I waited so long for this" the blonde begged. "Please eat me out" she groaned.

Santana shot the girl a smirk before taking a long swipe of the blondes length her mouth watering at her hot taste. Quinn tasted downright delicious and it tdidnt take long under she was face deep in the bondes pussy with her legs thrown over her shoulder lapping at her center like a dog in heat.

"Yes" Quinn cried out hands running through the Latinas mane as she ate her out. Santana always gave the best head and after years of pining and wishing she was finally getting it and it was everything she remembered and more. "More San" the blonde begged as the Latinas talented tongue ravished her folds, and with one suck of her clit she was cumming.

"Mm" Santana mumbled against the drenched lips swallowing the blondes cum as it filled her mouth.

"San please fuck me" Quinn begged. "I want it so bad" she added.

Santana quickly stood up and discarded the rest of her clothes leaving her naked and hard.

"Fuck you'reso big" the blonde moaned and as if she was in a trance she climbed off the bed walking in front of the Latina before falling to her knees moaning as she sat centimeters away from her tanned length.

"Stop staring and wrap your lips around it" Santana ordered her hands wrapping around the blondes tresses roughly pulling her hair back. She smirked as the blonde gasped using her other hand to take her dick and trace her bruised lips with her tip smearing her precum along them.

Quinn followed the tip with her tongue before pushing the Latinas hand away and grabbing the Latinas length and wrapping her hands around it. She sucked on the tip moaning as pre-cum oozed from it.

She wasn't the best at oral when they first starting dating, but thanks to a couple of sex partners watching Brittany on set she shot the women a quick wink before relaxing her throat and slowly swallowing inch by inch. She stopped once she had three quarters of her length down taking deep breaths through her nose before taking the rest of it down.

"Fuck" Santana moaned as the blondes lips brushed against her pubic hair. Quinn used to hate giving her a blowjob because of her size and could barely take half of it down and now she could see outline of her size every time the girl swallowed. . "I'll go slow" she promised slowly pulling her dick out of the blondes mouth so that she only had three quarters of herself down the blondes throat and for the next fifteen minutes she took to that slow pace before slowly speeding up.

Quinn felt as sense of pride fill her chest as Santana's paced quicken and judging by the slight shake of her thighs she could tell she was on the brink of cumming. She tried to smirk as one of her hands massaged and squeezed the Latinas balls bringing her closer.

"Fuck Q" Santana groaned not being able to handle it anymore. She pumped her hips one last time pushing down the blondes throat before busting her nut and filling her throat with her load. Smiling as the blondes cheeks filled to the brim with her seed some of it pooling around her mouth.

Quinn tried desperately to swallow it all but after a couple of gulps she pushed off the Latinas dick leading to said girl seed to splash across her face and chest.

"Fuck you look so hot" Santana groaned once she was finally empty her load entranced by the cum pooling down the blondes face.

"And I'm wet" Quinn purred getting off her knees. "And I've been waiting for you to fuck me for almost ten years" she added scooting back on the bed and spreading her legs out; exposing her dripping center.

Santana grinned working herself up again as the blonde played with herself. Fuck she never imagined Quinn to be this dirty or act like this. She was always so vanilla when they were growing up. She smirked once she was back to full attention and without any more say so she climbed on the bed, gripped the blondes legs, and slid dip inside the blonde.

Tonight went from being the best day of her life to the shittiest. She went from being in love and signing a multimillion dollar contract to crying in the backseat of some second rate cab.

She was tired of putting her heart out there. She was tired of being the one that always ended up heartbroken and crying. She had did it with Quinn and now with Brittany. She thought they were perfect and once again life decides to fuck her over.

She growled as her heart clenched in pain. She was tired of being the one that got fucked over by women she thought she loved. It was bad enough that some people thought of her as a freak, but this: This was a pain she only experienced few times in her life, and after it happened pnce she promised herself that it would never happen again.

"San please" Quinn groaned bringing her out of her thoughts as the Latina stood still with every inch inside her. She hadnt move the entire time she was going over tonights events.

The Latina looked down at Quinn remembering everything both blondes had put her through. All the heartache, the pain, and the tears. They had used her and she was tired of it. She growled thinking of Brittany and for a second all she saw was the blonde women who broke her heart, and she was pissed.

"Shut up" Santana growled. "I'll fuck you how I want" she hissed.

"Please" Quinn begged mistaking the latinas look for lust.

"Of course you do" Santana darkly chuckled. "All I am to you is just a good fuck" she hissed rolling her hips.

"Just like that" the blonde mother moaned her head thrown back.

"Fuck" she hissed pulling out of the blonde before harshly pushing back in and she did it over and over again setting a punishing and brutal pace. She thought about all the pain, all the heartache, all the time she spent wasted and used like a toy and used it as motivation.

Her heart hurt, and her head was roaring but she didn't care. S was tired of being used and cheated on. So she fucked her. She fucked her as hard and as rough as she could. She spread her legs out and punished the women for everything that ever went wrong in her life.

She was so wrapped up in her head that she didn't even register the loud screams and moans from the blonde underneath begging for more. Quinn was in heaven as Santana's brutal pace brought her closer to the edge. This was everything she imagined, and she couldn't stop moaning out for more.

So Santana gave it to her. She fucked the blonde for hours on end never making a sound as she flipped, split, and fucked the blonde in every position imagine. She was so wrapped up that she didn't even realize that hours had passed and the blonde was now a quivering mess as she was fucked in every way possible. Never had she had been treated like this and as depraved as some people thought she was loving every second.

"Oh god!" she screamed for the what had to be the tenth time as she was brought to another orgasm her voice hoarse.

Santana hissed as the blondes nails clawed down on her back finally registering the burning in her dick after hours of holding off her release and with a couple of more pumps she was filling the blonde.

Quinn happily moaned as she was filled to the brim with her seed feeling the large spurts of the Latina splashing against her cervix both of them marveling at the size of the load as it took almost a minute until she stopped coming.

"Fuck" Santana groaned pulling out the blonde and flopping on her back her body tired and spent.

Quinn laid next to her heaving from the after affects of so many orgasms that she had lost count. She had never felt this good in her life. Her limbs were shaking, her eyes were dazed, and she spilling over with cum.

Before either one of them realized it they were fast asleep the night and what was now morning adventures finally catching up to them. Neither one of them knew what would happen when they woke up, but at this moment they really couldn't care.

Noah Puckerman had gone through a lot in his life. From being an all state football player in highscool, to a single father by the time he was sixteen, to a porn star. Well more like a porn actress since he still wasn't able to land his big break.

He had lost all contact with his parents and was now living with his baby mama and her ex-girlfriend. Of course at times he hated it, but he still loved his life. He had a beautiful daughter he admired, and although Mr. Lopez would deny it a real family.

Sure he made mistakes in his life like having sex with his bestfriends girlfriend, or the time he accidently lost Beth at the zoo, or the time he hit on a producers wife on set and lost out on a big role. He wasn't perfect, but he tried.

But when he heard Santana and Quinn were offered contracts with Rahels company he couldn't do anything but feel jelous. He had worked in the industry longer than Santana and he was still taking c-list roles in gay porn films barely making enough to make his share of the rent.

He saw the contract and although he didn't know the exact amount of money they would be making he knew it had to be a lot judging by the smile on Mrs. Lopez's face when she first read it.

All of sudden Santana and Quinn started talking about getting their own place, and buying this for Beth, and not once did anyone mention him. Not once did anybody ask about his feelings about the situation. He wasn't even invited to the premiere party.

Once again he was treated like the outsider. So of course he felt nothing but jealousy at hearing all about Santana's success especially since he audtioned for the role first and the Latina wouldn't have even known about it if it wasn't for him. This should have been his big break, and his contract, and he should be the one getting dressed up for a preimere.

Instead he was sitting alone at home watching some random TV show as the two women got dressed and headed out. Life was coming at him so fast and he knew that if Santana moved out and Quinn got her own place then there will be no where for him to stay.

Apartments in this city were expensive and he couldn't afford the rent on his own of course not without his little business on the side. He felt like he had no other choice so instead of selling drugs at industry parties he was now transporting them for Diego.

Sure he knew it was wrong and risky, but he needed money and he needed it fast. He found Quinn looking at some houses last week and all Santana talked about now was moving out at the rare chance she was actually home.

His porn star career had stalled, and he barely graduated with a high school diploma so going out there and getting a regular 9-5 was out of the question. So for the past couple of weeks he drove down to the border picking up drugs and bringing them back up to sell.

It wasn't like he was some big time drug dealer. He still catered to the rich and famous, but somebody still needed to deliever the drugs and their usual guy got arrested a month ago. So when Diego offered the job he took it and now that he was sitting in police lockup after being pulled over and the cops finding coke and ectasy on him he knew he should've of went out and gotten that regular 9-5.

He had been in police lock up for almost four hours now and an hour ago they had move him into a private room with nothing but a can of coke and a two-way mirror to keep him company. He was sweating bullets thinking about everything that could possibly happen.

Sure they hadn't found a lot of drugs on him, but it was still enough for him to receive jail time for it. He couldn't help but to get angry at himself. He should've of fucking known they would be watching him after they arrested their usual transporter, but at the time all of he could think about was the money.

He had used his one phone call to contact Quinn, but she didn't pick up and he barely had enough money in his bank account to buy dinner let alone a lawyer. The drug business was a cash business and all his money had either been confiscated or was sitting in a small safe in his apartment.

"Hello Mr. Puckerman my name is Tina Cohen and I'm your court appointed lawyer" an Asian lady said walking in the room followed by the two officers that arrested him. "How are you doing today?" she asked taking a seat next to him.

"I'm in fucking jail" Puck hissed. How the hell did she think she was doing.

"Understandable" Tina replied clearing her throat. "I've been talking to Officer Chang and Evans and I think we worked out a deal" she informed.

"Deal?" Puck questioned looking at the three in confusion. No one mentioned a deal to him they just threw him in the room.

"Yes Mr. Puckerman" Officer Samual Evans said taking a step forward. He was a fairly new officer to the force, but he could tell when someone was merely just a pawn in a big game, and Noah Puckerman was that pawn. "I'm Sam Evans from the drug task division and this is Mike Chang from the federal enforcement division" the big lipped blonde said.

"Feds?!" Puck yelled in shock. Sure he got caught with drugs but nothing enough to warrant the FBI to get involved.

"Yes, Mr. Puckerman" Mike spoke up. "We have reason to believe that your are close friends with Santana Lopez" he said pulling out a picture.

"Yeah, but she has nothing to do with this" Puck informed. As far as she knew Santana knew nothing about his drug dealing. He made sure to keep that part of his life a secret.

"We know" Sam nodded taking a seat in front of her. "But from what we hear she just recently became an employee of Rachel Berry owner of Berry Productions" he added as Mike placed another picture down this one of the infamous director.

"Okay?" Puck shrugged somewhat lost at what was going on.

"You see Mr. Puckerman we have had an open case of Rachel Berry for years now" Mike said. "We believe that Ms. Berrys company is involved in everything from dug dealing to money laundering" he informed.

"So? What does that have to do with me?" Puck asked. He had never even met the director only heard about her from Santana and Quinn.

"So since you're a close friend of Santana who just recently signed with Ms. Berry we believe that you may have some information" Sam said.

"And of course were willing to compensate you for this information" Mike added.

"What?" Puck said still confused.

"To put it quite simply Mr. Puckerman if you help us we will help you" Sam said. "We are wanting to get this case closed and if you help us will work with you on your pending charges" he added.

"So… you want me to snitch?" Puck questioned.

"In a sense" Mike shrugged. People have been working for years on the Berry case and never came close to even being able to touch her let alone press charges. If they could get Rachel Berry it would make them legends in their field.

"Look I don't know much" Puck said. "Sure me and Santana are roommates, but I don't know nothing about whatever the hell Rachel is doing. I'm not even allowed on set" he explained.

"But your close friends with Kurt Hummel" Mike interrupted setting out more pictures this time of him and Kurt together.

"And he can bring us closer to Rachel" Sam smirked watching as the man began to connect the dots. They had spent years trying to go after Rachel, but the women had done well to insulate and protect herself. No one ever seem to have a bad word to say about the director, and they couldn't even get close to her without having to deal with a team of bloodthirsty lawyers coming for their necks.

Rachel had done well to cover her tracks, but they believed they finally had an in with Puck. He was young, and after being caught with enough drugs to warrant time behind jail he was the perfect mark. All they had to do was play their cards rights and they could close one the agencies biggest cases.

"I don't know" the father sighed. Kurt was his biggest client and sure he knew a little about him but not even Kurt was stupid enough to mention anything Rachel has done around him.

"Listen Mr. Puckerman we have been woking on this case for almost two years, and you can either help us and help yourself or we will do everything to make sure you spent the next five to ten years in jail" Sam promised.

"Of course that's after we call CPS and let them know about your little drug dealing and how its possibly endrangered your daughter" Chang added placing one more picture down this time one of him and Beth with Diego in the background causing the air to instantly come out of his chest.

"Fuck" he muttered looking down at the picture. He did his best to keep Beth away from his side life, but a couple of months ago he had to babysit and needed to met with Diego. He never told anyone about it because he promised himself it was the last time it would happen, and thought no one would ever find out.

"Exactly Mr. Puckerman" Burt smirked pulling out their ace. "So you see you really have no other choice. You can give us everything you know about Kurt or we will call CPS and let them deal with this while you spend your daughters most important years locked behind a jail cell" he added.

"But Quinn-" he started.

"Do you really think we wont be able to keep your daughter in the system" Sam laughed. "If you don't help us we'll do everything we can to make sure that CPS gets full custody, and no one not your baby mother, or Carlos and Maria Lopez will be able to do anything about it" he added. Clealy showcasing how much information they knew about him and his family.

There was power in the federal government and they were on full authority from their superiors to do everything they can to shut this case even if that meant using a little girl. Their bosses wanted Rachel and Puck was the best link to that. As soon as he gave up Kurt that would hopefully give them the information and power needed to work up to the infamous director.

"Fuck" the father or one sighed. Giving up Kurt meant giving up Diego, but if he didn't Beth would be caught in the cross hairs and he would still end up in jail. He didn't want to risk losing his daughter or take her away from her family.

He was really left with no choice. It was either snitch and keep Beth safe and with her loving family letting them know about Kurt and risking Santana's career or spend the next ten years in jail.

"Okay" he sighed after a couple of minutes of heavy thinking. He had to do what he could to keep his daughter safe especially after screwing up and putting her at risk in the first place. He didn't even think about what this would do to Santana all he could do is stare at the picture of him holing his little girl as Diego stood next to them in some seedy parking lot waiting on a deal to be dropped.

He knew if they had all this on him they had mountains of evidence on Diego and obviously he was the best link to Rachel and if giving them some information kept his daughter out of CPS then so be it.

END OF CHAPTER

AN: Here is chapter 18. I'm seriously wanting to finish this fic because its been so long, but life continues to get in the way and then I get writers block or distracted for a couple of months, but I hope you guys are still enjoying the fic. Thanks for waiting and hopefully I'll have the enxt chapter up sooner rather than later.