Wrong Turn
Authors Note(I don't own any of the Glee characters) Like it says in the summary, there is sexual assault in this story, if that's something you can't read, you can skip ahead, it's ok if you don't. I've been wanting to write a story like this for a while, even though I will be juggling a few stories, it was in my head so I had to write it. Enjoy.
Chapter One
An old, beaten truck flies down the country road, blasting Johnny Cash through the speakers. A man with short and greasy, sandy blonde hair, in his late thirties, singing along to it. He's strongly built, but not heavy weight big. You can tell he hunts, by the cameo clothes. He also has his buddy in the car with him, siting in the passenger seat.
He's the same age, but he has black, greasy hair, and is chewing on a tooth pick. His built is smaller, but he's just as strong. A teenage boy sits in the back, looking out the window, keeping to himself. He also has sandy blonde hair.
"I can't wait to get out in the woods, with my guns and my knife." The man driving says, excited. "I've been looking forward to this hunting trip for weeks. My wife is driving me crazy." The man next to him scoffs.
"Your wife? Ever since we had that kid, I can't get my girl to do anything with me. She won't even suck me off because the baby wakes up so damn much in the middle of the night. I need a good fuck." The man driving chuckles, and discreetly rubs himself.
"I could use a good fuck too. I mean, not that me and my girl don't get it on, but I just need young pussy. You know what I mean?" They both laugh. The teen in the back doesn't find it amusing. The man driving notices, and whistles to get his attention.
"What's your problem, boy?"
"Nothing." He responds, not looking away from the window.
"Don't worry, boy. We'll find a girl for you too." They laugh again.
Santana has her arms crossed, glaring down at her old luggage bag she got nine years ago for a family reunion in Florida. The zipper on the bag is broken, and she's packed so much stuff, it's going to fall out. She's spent the last five minutes trying to close it with no success. Her mother, Maribel walks in, and shakes her head at the sight.
"Mija, what are you doing? Your friends are waiting for you. You had to pack at the last minute, which I told you not to do. But of course you never listen to your mother."
Santana just rolls her eyes at her mother's rant. "It won't close."
Maribel huffs. "Of course it won't close, you have it over flowing with clothes you don't need. The trip is for five days, not five weeks."
The older Latina starts reorganizing her bag, pulling out what she doesn't need, and leaves the rest. When she's finished, she easily closes the bag.
"There, now was that so hard?"
Again, Santana rolls her eyes, while putting the strap over her shoulder. "Where's Papi? I wanna say bye before I leave."
"In his office, but you say goodbye to your mother first." Maribel hugs her daughter tightly, and kisses her temple. "Stay safe, Mi baby, Si?"
She nods in her shoulder. "Si. Te Amo, Mami."
Maribel smiles. "Te Amo." She discreetly wipes a few tears before pulling out of the embrace. "Now, go before I change my mind."
Santana snorts going down stairs.
"It's about time, Lopez." Puck comments from the living room, where they have been waiting.
She glares at him. "The zipper on my bag is broke, you ass. I still have to say goodbye to Papi before we go."
"Take all the time you need, San." Rachel tells her.
Santana smiles in response as a thank you, as she passes them to get to her father's office. José is hunched over his desk, with his head in his hand.
"Papi."
He looks up and smiles. "Time to go already?" She nods. He waves her over. "Come here, then, I need a little distraction."
Santana smiles walking over to him. José stands up and hugs her tightly. "Bye, Papi. Te Amo."
He kisses her temple. "Te Amo. Stay safe."
She chuckles. "I will." The hug lingers, then he pulls away.
"Where are you going again?"
She laughs. "Louisville. I told you like a hundred times already."
He rolls his eyes. "Give your old man a break, huh?" He jokes with her. "Have a good time."
"I will. I better go, they're waiting for me." He nods. Santana goes to leave, but stops at the door before looking back. "You know, just because I'll be going off to college by this time next year, that doesn't mean I'll forget about you and Mami. I'll still keep in touch, and visit." She tries to reassure him.
He flashes a weak smile. "I know that, and so does your mother. It's just, it won't be the same. Our little girl, isn't our little girl anymore." He winks, trying to keep the mood light. "You'll understand when you're a parent."
She smiles. "Love you."
"Love you, too."
Santana leaves and walks out to the living room with her friends. Quinn stands up, and walks over to her, concerned. "You ok?"
She nods. "Yeah."
"You sure?"
She chuckles. "Yes, I'm sure." Santana looks over Quinn's shoulder, to address the rest of her friends. "Come on, guys. Let's head out, we have a long drive."
Puck pats Finn's shoulder. "Actually, Finn has a long drive."
The taller boy groans. "Don't remind me."
Maribel and José have rented a van for them since no one had a big enough car to fit them all. Finn and Puck sit in the front, the girls in the back. Puck turns the radio on, and they sing along to their favorite song.
Finn has been driving for a few hours now. They have a route highlighted on a map, and Puck has been reading it to him. Along the way they've stopped three times, all of which Rachel claimed she had to use the toilet.
"There's a fork in the road coming up, take the right one."
Finn nods, thinking he heard his friend over the radio. But when the fork shortly comes up, he takes the left instead. "Dude, what the hell I told you right."
He groans, turning the music down. "I'm sorry, I thought you said left. I couldn't really hear over the music."
"I told you to leave the volume down to an appropriate amount, so we could all speak to each other properly." Rachel throws in her two cents from the back.
Santana rolls her eyes. "Finn still would have missed the turn. Idiot doesn't know from his left to his right."
"Yes, I do." The tall boy defends himself. "So what I made a mistake, we can just." Before he can finish his sentence, one of the tires go flat.
"You have got to be kidding me." Puck grumbles.
"Do we have a spare?" Quinn asks no one in particular.
"I thought I saw one in the trunk. I don't remember seeing a jack though." Finn answers.
"Pull to the side of the road." Puck says pointing to a spot by the woods. "I wanna see what caused the tire to flat before we look for one." He explains before getting out of the car.
Finn follows him, and they both inspect the back tire on the driver's side. Quinn gets Santana's attention by lightly elbowing her arm. "Are you hungry?" She asks shyly. "I know we just stopped at a gas station, but that was an hour ago. I brought some snacks with me. They're in my bag."
Santana smiles gratefully. "Yeah, thanks."
She nods, blushing. Then turns away to hide it. "R-Rachel do you want any snacks?"
In the back, the van has two rows of seats. Santana and Quinn are closer to the trunk. Rachel turns around with a knowing smile.
"No thanks. I have my own vegan snacks in my bag."
Quinn nods, then turns around to retrieve the snacks, and settles back in her seat. "I have chips, some Slim Jim's." She says pulling the items out. "And I packed some fruit for myself. Take your pick."
Santana purses her lips, and reaches for a Slim Jim. "Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Puck taps on the glass next to Santana, making her jump, then she rolls down the window. "We found what happened to the tire." He holds up a small piece of metal. "It's a link to a chain. Some weirdo has chains around their tires."
"Do we have a spare?" Rachel asks.
"Finn is looking now." He sees Santana's Slim Jim and goes to take it from her, but she's too quick.
"Don't you touch my Slim Jim, Puckerman. I'm hungry, get your own."
"And where do you think I could find one?" He sarcastically asks.
Santana shrugs. "I got mine from Quinn. She has a bag full."
He smirks at the blonde, wiggling his eyebrows. "Wanna pass me one, beautiful?"
Santana glares at him.
"No." Quinn says.
He pouts, not expecting her to say no. "Why not?" He whines.
Quinn shrugs. "I-I got them for Santana."
He huffs, walking away. Santana smiles at the blonde, but Quinn doesn't see, too busy peeling her orange slices. Finn and Puck get back into the car, and they don't look happy.
"We don't have a spare." Finn informs them.
Santana groans. "What the hell are we going to do now? We don't know the numbers to any towing place."
Puck rubs his face, aggravated. "I guess we'll have to wait until someone drives by."
Rachel shakes her head, not agreeing with the decision. "That could take hours, we're the only ones on the road."
"Do you have any other ideas? We can't walk anywhere, the gas station is miles down the road." Puck reminds her.
Rachel crosses her arms. "I just don't like sitting here like this. It's going to get dark soon, and we could get kidnapped or murdered."
Santana rolls her eyes. "There's a very low chance that will happen. We'd probably get attacked by a bear before anyone would even think of murdering us."
Rachel nervously looks outside and locks her door, making Santana chuckle. "Yeah, that will help." She sarcastically remarks. Rachel huffs, crossing her arms.
"Well, it's not dark yet, and I need to get out of this car. My legs and ass are so sore." Quinn says, climbing to the front.
"I'll go with you, I need to stretch out my legs too." Santana says, following her.
As she gets out of the car, Rachel reaches out and grabs her arm. "When are you going to tell her? You told me yesterday on the phone you would."
Santana glances at Quinn, stretching on the side of the road. "I-I will. Now just isn't the right time."
Rachel rolls her eyes. "It's the perfect time."
Santana pulls her arm away with a huff. "I will when I'm ready." Rachel sighs, watching Santana walk over to Quinn.
"What was that about?" Puck asks from the driver's seat.
"Nothing, just girl talk."
He doesn't look convinced, but drops the subject. Finn isn't paying attention, since he got hungry himself and is eating most of the chips he brought with him. Puck glares at him. "Dude, really?"
"What? I'm hungry." He whines.
Puck takes the bag away from him. "You ate half the bag, we were supposed to share. I'm hungry too." He argues. Rachel rolls her eyes, getting into her own snacks.
Santana walks up to Quinn with a shy smile. "Feeling better?"
Quinn stretches her legs, then leans against the van. "Yeah. Maybe you should do some stretches, it'll help."
Santana shrugs, standing next to her. "I'm good, I just wanted to be out here with you."
Quinn looks away, to hide her blush. "I can't believe we got a flat tire out here in the middle of nowhere." She says laughing.
Santana groans. "I know. What idiot still has chains on their tires?"
Quinn shrugs. "Do you wish Brittany were here?"
Santana looks taken back by the question. "That was random."
Quinn bites her lip. "It's just that you two are so close, and I was asked to come last minute. I thought maybe, you'd want her here, instead."
Santana shakes her head, and reaches out to grab Quinn's hand. "No, I want you here, believe me. You were only asked last minute, because I didn't think your parents would let you go."
Quinn smiles. "I didn't think so either. I'm really glad they did."
Santana realizes how close their faces are, and looks down at Quinn's lips. She unconsciously licks her own. "Me too." She whispers.
Santana doesn't know it, but Quinn is also staring intently at the Latina's pouty lips. The door to the van slides open, scaring them both, they jump apart.
"Do either of you have cell service?" Rachel asks. The girls both take out the phones.
"Nope, nothing." Santana grumbles.
"I have one bar. It's not enough to make a phone call." Quinn says.
"What about a text?" The short brunette asks hopeful.
"Who would I text exactly? Lima is miles away, no one can just jump in their cars and save the day." Quinn reminds her.
Rachel sighs, disappointed. "Finn was going to call Burt, but he doesn't have any service. And you're right, I doubt he'd drive this far out here, anyway." She pauses looking down both sides of the road. "We have to find something, though. The odds of someone driving out this way is slim, like you said Santana."
"We also can't waste all our energy walking either, we don't have enough food and water between us." Quinn says.
"Hey, guys look." Finn says from inside the van. He points ahead of them to an old truck driving their way. "Maybe they can help us."
Santana crosses her arms, glaring at the vehicle. "How convenient." She says skeptically. "I wouldn't trust them. This seems super sketchy to me."
The truck pulls up beside the van. The man with greasy, sandy blonde hair politely smiles at Puck and Finn. "Having car troubles?" Santana notices how dirty the men, and even the teen in the back look, and cringe.
"Yeah, we got a flat. Do you know a garage nearby?" Puck asks.
The man whistles. "There isn't one for about three miles. I might have a spare in the back, though. It's a little donut thing, but it'll take ya to where ya need to go." What they fail to notice is the man sitting in the passenger seat, leering at the girls.
Puck smiles. "Thank you, we didn't think we'd ever get out of here."
He nods. "Just let me park behind you here." He pauses, holding out his hand. "Names Owen, by the way. Nice to meet you."
Puck shakes his hand. "Puck."
Owen takes his hand back, then parks his truck behind the van. He gets out of the truck, with his friend following. The teen stays inside. Puck and Finn also get out of the van. The girls walk around the back of the vehicle, Santana still skeptical of the men, she's cautious.
"Oh yeah, whatever you hit did a good job." Owen says kneeling next to the tire.
"It was a chain link." Finn's says.
Owen nods. "Some locals here keep chains around their tires all year round. Saves the hassle of putting them on, I guess." He looks over his shoulder to his friend. "Get the tire and jack from the back."
He nods then goes to retrieve the items. The group of friends look on as Owen changes the tire. His friend holds his hand out to Rachel to shake.
"Name is Paul. Nice to meet you." She smiles politely, shaking his hand.
"Rachel."
Paul releases her hand, to hold in front of Quinn. She forces a polite smile, as she shakes his hand. "Quinn."
He winks. "Pretty name for a pretty girl."
Quinn flashes a nervous smile, releasing his hand. He then holds his hand out to Santana. She just glares at it instead, making him chuckle. "You're a firecracker."
She huffs. "Santana." He just smirks in response.
"Paul, put the old tire in the back. This one is on as tight as I can get it." Owen tells him.
"Nice meeting you lovely girls." He says tipping his dirty, old hat.
"Thank you, sir." Finn politely says to Owen. Owen stands up, and shakes his hand.
"No problem."
"Finn." He finishes his sentence for him.
Owen nods. "Where you kids heading off to anyway?"
"Louisville." Puck answers for them. "We wanted to go on a road trip together before we graduate high school. We don't know what colleges we'll get into, we'll probably be too busy to see each other." He explains.
"That's nice. Well, have fun." He shakes both Puck and Finn's hand one last time. "Ben, let's go, we're leaving." The teen pokes his head out from the front of the van. No one had even seen him get out of the truck.
He walks around the vehicle with a bashful smile. "Sorry, I-I'm just really into cars." He stutters.
Owen pats his back. "Ben here is just shy around the pretty girls." He says smirking towards Rachel, Quinn and Santana. Ben avoids their gaze. "Well, we better get going. We came out here to hunt, and it looks like my buddy found our pray." Paul is standing by the truck, looking out towards the woods.
"He can see the deer from here?" Finn asks, shocked.
Owen chuckles. "Yeah. Have a safe trip." He says putting his arm around Ben, walking to the truck. The group of friends watch as they climb in the vehicle and drive away.
"That was fucking creepy." Santana says.
It's dark now. Finn had requested they swap places at the wheel, so now Puck is driving. Eariler, they found a random convenient store, and bought some more food and drinks before going back on the road. Now they can't seem to pass the long stretch of woods to find a hotel to spend the night in.
"I've never seen so many trees in my life." Puck complains. "It's making me feel claustrophobic."
Santana snorts. "Do you even know what that means?"
He glares at her through the mirror. "I don't like tight places."
"Wow, that's surprising." She sarcastically remarks.
"I hope we find a hotel, or at least a bed and breakfast soon. I'm getting tired, and it wouldn't be a good idea to sleep in the van." Rachel says.
Santana rolls her eyes. "You really think a place like this has a bed and breakfast?"
Rachel just shrugs when suddenly the car slows down. Puck glares at the speedometer and taps it a few times.
"What's wrong?" Finn asks.
"We've been leaking fuel." He groans.
"How can that happen this is a rental?"
Puck bangs on the steering wheel as the come to a complete stop. "This is bullshit!" He screams, frustrated.
"I bet it was that kid." Santana jumps in. They all look at her confused. She rolls her eyes. "Remember his name was Ben, I think. He was looking at the front of the car." She reminds them.
"Why would he do that?" Rachel asks.
Santana shrugs. "How should I know? Those guy were creepy as fuck, though. Did you see the way that one, what was his name?"
"Paul." Quinn answers.
"Yeah, Paul. Did you see the way he was looking at us? Made the hairs on my neck stand up."
Puck huffs. "What do we do now? We're still in the woods, so I doubt any of us still have service. And who would we call?"
"If those creeps show up again, we run." Santana says.
"It's too dark to do anything." Quinn says. "We'll have to wait until morning."
Puck groans again. Rachel also doesn't like the idea. "We better lock the doors. I know there's a slim chance for anyone to be out here, but Santana is right, those men gave me the creeps. We shouldn't take our chances."
Puck locks all the doors with an automatic lock on his door. "Can someone hand me my coat?" He asks. "It might get chilly."
Quinn reaches behind her, and passes everyone's jackets to them. Puck and Finn adjusts their seats so their laying back more, to make it more comfortable for them to sleep in. Rachel lays across the seat behind them, in a fetal position. Since Santana and Quinn can't both fit on the seat, Santana volunteers to lay on the floor, using her bag as a pillow.
"Goodnight, San." Quinn whispers down to the Latina.
Santana smiles up at her. "Night, Q."
Quinn jumps, hearing something outside the van. She sits up and looks around, but only finds darkness. It's pitch black in the woods without any street lights.
"San." She whispers out. "Santana." She tries again.
The Latina whimpers in her sleep, but doesn't wake up. Quinn blindly slips off the seat, and on to the floor. She feels for Santana, then lays down next to her, making her the big spoon. She can't fall back asleep though. She keeps hearing noises outside.
Santana moves in her sleep, turning in Quinn's arms and cuddles into her chest. The blonde smiles, and strokes her friend's hair. She doesn't know how long she's had a crush on the brunette, but she does know that she's falling hard for her.
Suddenly Quinn sees a light through the window in front of them. It looks like a small flashlight, but she can't see anything else. She squints her eyes, trying to see if anyone is outside, when she sees a figure walking towards the van. The face isn't visible, but it's clearly a man in hunting gear. It isn't until the reach the window, does she see his face. Paul. Quinn screams, waking everyone up.
"What the hell?" Puck blindly reaches out to the key still in the ignition, then turns it bringing the lifts on in the van.
"Q, what's wrong? What did you see?" Santana asks in concern, rubbing her friends lower back.
"I saw him. He was there, I don't know where he is now."
"Who?" Finn asks.
Quinn looks away from the window. "Paul. I couldn't sleep, noises were keeping me up. So, I-I came down to lay with Santana. Then I saw a flashlight through the window and that's when I saw him." Quinn lays her head on Santana's shoulder, hiding her face in the brunette's neck.
"Rachel, can you hand me my bag? It's under your seat." Puck asks.
Rachel leans down to pick it up, then passes it to him. Confused, they watch him dig through it. He pulls out a taser gun.
"Dude, where did you get that?"
He shrugs. "Stole it off a dumb cop sophomore year. I never had a reason to use it until now. No way I was going on this trip without some kind of protection." He explains. "I'm gonna see if the crazy prick is still out there. This will only knock him out for a while, but maybe he has a cell phone on him that has service."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Rachel asks.
He shrugs. "What else could we do?" She bites her lip. "I'm seriously asking you what else we can do. That guy is huge, I'm not even sure I can get him with this, or if it'll even work."
Santana and Quinn get off the floor, and go back in their seat. Santana glares at him. "Then how is that going to help?"
He sighs. "It's not like I could get a gun. Does anyone have any suggestions?"
They take a moment to think when the lights go out. Puck reaches above him to turn them back on.
"Sorry, dude. I got nothing." Finn apologizes.
"Alright, does anyone at least have a flashlight?"
Rachel gasps. "Yes, I have a little one on my key chain. Quinn, can you pass me my bag, please?" Quinn gets the short brunette her bag, and passes it to her. Rachel digs into her bag, and pulls out a key chain.
"Whoa, you think you got enough key chains?" Puck asks.
Rachel rolls his eyes. "I just really like key chains. I know the weight of them is bad to have in your house keys, but I haven't had a problem with them." She says looking for the flash light. "Here it is." Rachel unhooks it, then gives it to Puck.
He glares at it. "This is your flashlight?"
She shrugs. "That's all we have."
He sighs. "Fine."
"I wanna go with you." Finn says, unlocking his door. Puck locks it again, and he turns around glaring at him. "What the hell?"
"Stay here with the girls. Who knows if the freak is alone. What if they want us to go out together?"
Santana rolls her eyes. "Right, we're the damsels in distress."
"That's not what I mean. You'll outnumber them more if Finn stays. And Rachel is kind of useless, so it would actually be you and Quinn against freak number two and that kid." Rachel scoffs. "No offense, but they're more athletic than you from Cheerios."
"He's got a point." Finn says. Rachel sits back in her seat, sulking.
"Alright, I'm gonna go out there. Lock the doors." Puck unlocks his door to get out, Finn locks it again. They watch him disappear in the dark, towards the woods.
"This is making me nervous." Quinn says staring out the window.
Santana wraps her arm around her shoulders. "Just don't think of the worst. It's Puck, he'll be fine." Quinn smiles at her in appreciation.
It's been ten minutes and Puck still hasn't returned. They're all nervous, and anxious.
"Someone should go out there, right?" Finn asks no one is particular.
"He said not to." Rachel reminds him.
"What if he's hurt?"
"We don't have another flashlight, how will you find him in the dark?" Santana asks.
Finn sighs. "I feel helpless. What's taking him so long?" He whines.
"Maybe Quinn was just seeing things, and Puck is trying to play a joke on us." Rachel suggests.
Santana glares at her. "Quinn doesn't lie, hobbit." She defends the blonde.
"Well, why hasn't he returned yet?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" Santana shoots back.
Finn rolls down his window, squinting in the dark. "I think I see something. Does that look like a light to you?" He asks pointing towards the woods. The girls look out to see what he's referring to.
"It's too dull to be a flashlight." Quinn notes. "It look like it's reflecting light from somewhere else." Finn unlocks his door, and opens it slowly.
"Where do you think you're going?" Rachel asks in a harsh whisper.
"I'm staying by the van, don't worry. I just wanna get a closer look." He narrows his eyes at the light, as he slowly walks closer to it.
"Should I lock the door?" Rachel asks.
"No, he won't be able to get back in if he has to run." Santana answers.
Finn stops at the edge of the woods, so he's still in sight. "Is anyone there? Puck, is that you?" He calls out. No response.
"This isn't funny anymore, dude. You're scaring the girls." Still no response. "Puck." He calls out again, when Ben walks out from behind a tree, in his hunting gear. The light had been his reflected vest. Finn shifts nervously between his feet.
"Hey, uh what are you doing out here?"
"Hunting." He answers, holding up a small, very sharp hunting knife.
"I didn't think anyone hunts this late." Finn says, clearly nervous.
Ben shrugs. "This is the only time we can hunt. Don't wanna get caught."
Finn narrows his eyes, confused. "Why would you get caught?"
Ben doesn't answer right away. He avoids his gaze, looking at the ground, clutching the knife in his hand. "I-I'm sorry."
Finn is still confused, but before he could ask why he's apologizing, Ben catches him off guard. He strides towards him, and stabs his left leg. Finn yells in pain. The girls in the van yell with him, in shock as Finn falls to the ground. Ben pulls out the knife, then stabs his other leg.
"Ugh, fuck!"
Ben runs away, and the girls run out of the van to Finn. Rachel and Quinn kneel beside him, while Santana looks around in the dark, in case anyone is still out there with them. "Ugh, my legs!" Finn screams in pain.
"There's a lot of blood. I don't think he can walk." Rachel says, crying.
"We don't even have a first aid kit." Quinn says.
"Use my shirt then." Santana unbuttons her plaid shirt, and takes it off, leaving her in just a tank top, and she rips the sleeves off. "Tie these around his legs to stop the bleeding." She hands one each to Quinn and Rachel. Finn screams in pain as they tie them to his leg.
"What are we going to do? He can't walk, and we have no idea where Puck is." Rachel asks, panicking.
"We'll have to split up." Santana answers. "One of us will stay with Finn by the van, while the other two look for Puck. My guess is he's in the woods somewhere."
Rachel sighs. "I don't like this."
Santana shrugs. "We have no other choice. Come on, help me get him to the van."
Quinn and Rachel stand up. Santana and Quinn help Finn stand. Again, he screams out in pain as they put his arms around their shoulders. Slowly they walk to the van, and help him sit on the floor in the back, so he's sitting on the edge.
"So, um Rachel, I'm guessing you want to stay here with Finn." Santana says more of a statement than a question. She nods.
"With Finn hurt, you're going to need something to protect yourself." Quinn tells her.
"I used to have mace on my key chain, I ran out. I don't think it would help anyway, Finn can't run."
Santana walks towards where Finn was stabbed, and bends over to pick up the flashlight, when she sees the knife, covered with Finn's blood. She wipes the blade on her jeans then returns to the van. "Here." She holds it out to Rachel.
The brunette eyes it, skeptically. "Is that the knife he just stabbed Finn with?"
Santana nods. "I think the idiot dropped it." She sighs, rolling her eyes as Rachel still doesn't take it. "It's either this or nothing, Rachel. Take what you can get."
She huffs, reluctantly taking it from her. "How are we going to contact each other?"
"We can't, our cell phones don't have service." Santana reminds her.
"Quinn's had one bar, though."
The blonde pulls out her phone from her pocket to check it. "Still only one, I'll keep checking once we're in there. I still won't be able to call you because you don't have service, but I could always call the police."
She nods. "Be careful."
"You too." Quinn leans down for a hug, then addresses Finn. "Hang in there, ok?" He nods. Santana takes Quinn's hand, as they start to walk towards the woods.
"Wait!" Rachel calls out. They turn around confused. "Shouldn't you have something to protect yourselves too?"
"The knife is all we have." Santana says.
"Then use what's in the woods." Finn tells them. Shocking the pair.
"Use a heavy branch, or rock, anything. Me and my dad used to hunt a lot, and he would show me how to defend myself if I ever got separated from him." He explains.
Santana nods, then tugs on Quinn's hand. Both of them hold each other tightly while Santana points the small light in front of them, as they walk into the dark woods. Slowly they make their way through the trees. Even with the light, it's hard to see in front of them.
"Puck has to be somewhere close." Quinn says.
"Not if one of those freaks got to him. They're hunters, Q, they know these woods. Who knows what kind of freaky shit they're doing to him."
Quinn shudders at the thought, and then something occurs to her. "San."
"Hm?" She responds absentmindedly, looking around in the dark for their friend.
"I think they want us in the woods." Santana stops them from walking any further, and looks at Quinn confused. The blonde explains herself. "You just said it, they're hunters. But they never told us what they're hunting."
Santana's eyes grow wide. "Y-You think they lured us in here to kill us?"
"Finn was already stabbed, he can't walk. He's big and tall, and Puck is strong." She thinks out loud. "That's why they went after them first, to make us vulnerable."
Santana looks over her shoulder towards the direction they came from. "Should we go back?"
Quinn shakes her head. "Rachel has the knife, we need to find Puck."
"Right."
They continue to walk, but it seems their friend has disappeared. Getting tired, the girls decide to take a break, siting under a tree.
"What time is it?" Santana asks.
Quinn takes out her phone. "Almost three thirty in the morning." Santana groans. "I don't have any service." She says putting the phone back in her pocket.
"We should take shifts keeping watch, we need to get some rest. I'll take the first watch." Santana offers.
"You sure?" She nods. Quinn leans over, and surprises the Latina by kissing her cheek. "Goodnight, San." She lays her head on the brunette's lap. Santana smiles down at her, and strokes her hair.
"Goodnight, Q."
As the hour passes, Santana hears noises throughout the woods, making her very alert. Most of which are animals, the others she thinks she's just imagining. Until she hears the distinct sound of a branch breaking under the weight of someone's foot. She picks up the flashlight and points it in every direction to find the source of the noise.
"Who's there?" No response. Then she hears it again, this time getting closer. "Answer me, asshole."
Santana points the light to her right, almost behind her, just in time to see a deer run off. She releases a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, knowing it wasn't one of the men they ran into earlier.
She looks down at Quinn still sleeping, and decides to wake her friend up. They need to find Puck incase he's hurt, and Finn already needs medical attention. Feeling brave all of a sudden, Santana leans down to kiss Quinn's forehead.
"Q, come on, wake up. We have to find Puck. Finn is already hurt, he needs to go to the hospital." Quinn groans, then she yawns in her sleep before waking up. She looks around in the dark and sighs, disappointed.
"I was hoping it was just a nightmare."
Santana flashes a weak smile, stroking Quinn's hair. "I wish it was. Come on, we have to go." Quinn sits up and stretches. Santana stands up, then pulls Quinn with her.
"It's so hard to see in the dark. I don't even know where to look for him." Suddenly there's a bright light behind them. Quinn grabs tightly on to Santana's hand.
"Look what we found, boys! Time for the real hunting to begin!" They can't see his face, but they recognize the voice. Santana tugs on Quinn's hand.
"Run!" The girls blindly run further into the woods as Paul and Owen run after them.
"San, I can't see!"
"I can't either, but we have to keep going!"
They're not sure how long they run for, but Paul and Owen stay hot on their trail.
"We got some fast ones on our hands, Paul!"
The girls' lungs are screaming for air, and their muscles begging for them to stop running, their stamina is usually really good in practice, but this isn't cheer practice. They don't run fast enough, they die.
Quinn glances back to Paul and Owen. They suddenly fall back, and run in different directions. She smirks, thinking they couldn't keep up with them. But it's cut short when the girls suddenly fall down a steep hill. Their hands disconnect as they both roll all the way to the bottom, hitting some rocks on the way. They're both unconscious when they finally stop.
Authors Note
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