Okay, so a while ago I put a poll on my profile asking which couple I should write a five-part romance about, and Quinntana won by one...

The thing is, I didn't know what to write about but I really wanted to write a holiday type story, so I came up with this one...this is only part one, but I hope you like it!

"What do you wanna do tonight?" Santana asked as she took a seat next to her girlfriend.

Quinn clicked off the TV and turned toward her, "I've got plans."

"You do?" She took a sip of the beer she had in her hand.

"Yes." Quinn reached out and took the bottle from her, "you're underage."

Santana rolled her eyes, "babe, come on." She reached forward, "give it back." Quinn shook her head, causing Santana to try, "please?" The blonde shook her head again before Santana crouched forward and kissed her, "I'm asking nicely." She whispered causing Quinn to smirk taking a small sip of the beer before slipping it back into her hand. "Thanks," the Latina smiled before she sat back on her seat, "so tonight?"

Quinn shrugged saying, "it's Halloween, and we're back home…I figured we'd go to the haunted house."

Santana frowned, "the one at the school?"

To that Quinn nodded.

"No." Santana chuckled. "Come on, let's just stay in and watch some stupid movie marathon or something."

"Why are you scared?"

Santana laughed, "are you kidding?" Quinn shrugged. "No, I'm not scared, that carnival is for tiny losers who have nothing better to do. I've been to it before and it sucks."

Quinn frowned, "San-"

"It doesn't scare me, okay. I'm not scared of anything." She frowned, "except maybe you sometimes."

"What!"

"But only when you get a little angry…you know, then you're all…you know, scary-Quinn."

The blonde frowned, "come on?"

"Quinn," Santana sighed, "I-I just don't wanna-"

"It'll be fun." Quinn told her, "everyone will be there, Rachel brought Brody…please? Just go for me?"

Santana sighed, "so this isn't just a stupid 'haunted house?' It's a 'catch up with old friends thing?' No thanks."

"Are you sure you're not scared?" Quinn laughed.

The Latina took another swig of her drink, "it's not that at all. It's only Halloween and nothing about it scares me."

"Then go to the haunted house with me." Quinn shrugged, "please, baby?"

"Oh, fine." Santana gave it, "I'll go to this damn thing with you but you can't get angry if I don't have a good time."

"You'll have a great time." Quinn promised.

"Oh, will I now?"

"Yeah, cause you'll be with me." She pulled out her phone, "I'm just gonna let Rachel know we'll be there. Have you met Brody yet?"

Santana pulled her legs up and let them rest in Quinn's lap, "nope." She shook her head taking another sip of her beer.

"He's pretty awesome." Quinn told her as she typed in her message to the short diva.

"Is he hot?"

Quinn shrugged, "he's not bad."

"And that means?"

Quinn set her phone down, "if I was looking I'd say he's pretty hot, but I've already got the hottest girl around so there's no need to look."

Santana smiled, "you're totally right." She nodded, "I am pretty damn hot."

That earned her an eye roll.

"What? You're the one who said it."

Quinn's phone went off causing her to look at it, "Rachel says great, we'll meet up with everyone around 10:30."

Santana looked at the clock, "that's two hours."

"And? You already agreed to go."

"I didn't realize it started so early."

"Early? Santana the haunted house starts at 6:30 for the young kids who have to be in bed by 10:00, it's considered late for it to be open at 10:30."

"Do not tell me we have to dress up, or I'm telling you now, I'm not going."

"We don't have too."

"Good, cause it's not happening." Santana said standing up.

"Where are you going?"

"Taking a shower?"

"It's two hours away!"

"No, it's only down the hall." She smirked back to her girlfriend, "three seconds tops."

"Oh, aren't you clever?" The sarcasm dripped from her voice.

"I have my moments." She replied before sauntering away.

As the bathroom door shut Quinn heard her phone go off. Quickly she opened it and pressed it against her ear, "hello?"

"Hi!" It was drawn out.

"Hey Britt," Quinn smiled, "what's up?"

"Rachel just told me you convinced Santana to come."

"I did, indeed."

Brittany laughed, "great! So what are you going as?"

"Oh, uh…we don't really have any costumes…since it's already Halloween it's a little late to pick some out."

"Oh, come on!" She could hear the frown in her voice, "Halloween is all about dressing up. Sam and I are going as Wolverine and Rogue…Rachel said she was going as an Elvin bra while Brody's costume is Batman."

"An Elvin bra?"

"That's what she said…Finn's going as Frankenstein, no reason for questions there." She laughed, "Kurt's going as Draco Malfoy and Blaine is Harry Potter."

"Oh!" Quinn laughed.

"Tina and Mike are hot doctor and sexy nurse…Mercedes is Beyonce…I forget about the rest, but you get it."

"I do."

"You've gotta go as something, and make Santana dress up too, okay…If you don't it won't be the same."

Quinn sighed, "hey, we're lucky she's coming at all, all right?"

"You know, when I was dating her I could get her to do anything."

That caused Quinn to frown, "y-yeah Brittany, I know."

"So, we'll see you there?"

Quinn said goodbye before she hung up her phone, "and Elvin bra?"

"Why are you wearing that?" Santana asked as she entered Quinn's room to find her wearing her Cheerio uniform.

"Do I look good?"

"Amazing." Santana nodded, "but that doesn't answer my question."

The blonde shrugged, "Brittany wants us to dress up and I don't really know what else to wear."

"Just go as yourself."

"What do you think I'm doing?" She motioned to the uniform, "I used to wear this all the time."

"Yeah, and I'm a bit pissed off that Coach Sylvester let you keep yours and I didn't get to keep mine…we both served great time on that damn squad."

"She always liked me more."

"You better put your hair up to capture the whole image."

"I'd rather not." She shrugged, "you know you could put your uniform on and we could go as cheerleaders together."

"I thought I didn't have to dress up!" Santana whined.

"Brittany really thinks we should."

"Who cares what Brittany thinks?" Her girlfriend replied, "I mean, come on, Quinn, you said I didn't have to dress up."

"Will you please?"

Looking into Quinn's eyes the Latina shrugged, "Quinn?"

"Look, I know that-"

"Q," Santana reached out and grabbed the blonde's hand, "you know I love you, but this is ridiculous." She shook her head, "I don't even want to go…no, come on don't make that face. No, you're being unfair."

"Please?"

"Ugh! Fine, I'll dress up, but I'm not going as a damn cheerleader…I left my uniform back in my dorm."

"Okay."

As she saw Quinn's smile Santana felt her heart flutter a little bit, "I'll wear that stuff you wore junior year for that Bon Jovi number we did. You still have it?"

Quinn brightened, "I do." She pointed over to her closet, "in there."

"But you owe me."

"Breadstix, tomorrow. I promise."

"I love you." Santana said before she walked over to the closet to retrieve her costume.

"Hey!" Rachel greeted as Santana and Quinn walked up to her in front of the school as a few little kids walked around with their candy bags for trick-or-treating.

"Hi." Quinn smiled looking the girl over, "so that's what an Elvin bra looks like?"

"A what?" The girl frowned.

Quinn laughed, "Brittany told me you were going as an Elvin bra-"

"What the hell is an Elvin bra?" Santana wondered reaching for Quinn's hand.

The blonde smiled turning back to Rachel who had the same questioning look as her girlfriend did, "I realize now that she meant you were going as Elphaba."

Rachel laughed as her boyfriend came over and handed her a cup, "apple cider." He said before looking toward the other two, "you're holding hands."

"That a problem?" Santana napped stepping closer to her girlfriend.

"Oh," Brody shook his head, "no, I didn't mean anything by it…just the last time I met Quinn she didn't seem like the type to flaunt her relationship, that's all."

Santana shrugged pulling her hand from Quinn's and instead resting her arm around her shoulder, "sorry." She shrugged.

"It's cool." The boy said. "You girls want something to drink." He asked, "I could get you some cider."

"That'd be great, thanks." Quinn replied while Santana only nodded.

"Okay," the boy smiled, "I'll be right back." He told Rachel before he walked away.

"Oh, my God," Rachel looked at Quinn, "you totally should have called me, I could have lent you my Glinda costume, could've been a pair."

"Who?"

"Glinda the good witch, from Wicked, it's where Elphaba came from." Quinn told her.

Santana shook her head, "she's fine how she is."

"She's a cheerleader."

"And a hot one at that."

"Santana!"

At the sound of her name the girl turned to face her friends, "hey, Britt." She smiled at her costume before looking at the boy hanging on her arm, "I expected you to go as a fish, to fit your mouth…or maybe the naked cowboy because of the obsession you have with your abs."

"Oh, come on." Sam laughed, "you can do better than that."

The girl shrugged, "this stupid holiday's cramping my style."

"Hola!" Mercedes greeted flaunting her Beyonce getup.

"Hey." Santana smiled looking her ay, "nice look." She pointed to the couple behind Mercedes.

Mike shrugged, "it was Tina's idea."

The girl smiled, "ever since we got back together, Mike's been letting me choose everything."

"Pretty much." The boy shrugged, "I only wanna make her happy."

Santana nodded looking toward the guy with dreadlocks, "and what are you?"

"I'm a hippie." Joe shrugged, pushing back one of his dreds.

Quinn stepped over to him, wrapping her arms around Santana, and resting her head on her shoulder, "so nothing's changed?" She laughed.

"Only as much as you did." Artie pointed out rolling up in his zombie makeup from their Thriller/Heads Will Roll number.

"Where's Frankenteen and my favorite fairies?" Santana questioned.

"Ask and you shall receive." Finn laughed as he stepped over with Harry and Draco.

"You know I always thought they were secretly sneaking around." Quinn directed toward the Potter characters.

"Best couple ever." Santana agreed.

"Hey, no making fun of us." Blaine shook his head, "you're the one trying to rock the biker chick thing with a cheerleader as your date nonetheless."

"Totally doesn't work." Kurt chimed in.

"Hey," Quinn objected, "the costumes were last minute."

"Shh, Q," Santana kissed her temple, "we look great."

"Here we are…" Brody trailed off as he handed Quinn and Santana their cider, "I don't think I got enough."

"Ah, they don't need it." Santana said, clinking her glass with Quinn before taking a sip.

"So, everybody's here." Tina shrugged.

Quinn frowned, "what about Puck, Sugar, Marley and Jake?"

"Marley and Jake said they couldn't make it." Brittany told her, "Puck and Sugar should've been here by now."

Santana started glancing back at the school, "it looks like a bust, you sure you want to go through it?"

"Santana," Quinn gave her the infamous eyebrow raise.

"Mr. Schue said the house was open at certain times for the little kids, we'll be in there alone since all that's finished." Finn pointed out.

"If that's that, then why'd we have to dress up?" Santana barked.

"Because it's fun." Brittany informed. "Come on, aren't you ready?"

"To get it over with? Yes."

"She claims to hate Halloween." Brittany told the crowd, "I just think she's scared."

"I'm not scared." Santana returned.

Quinn smiled, "would you like me to hold your hand?"

"Well, yes, but not because I'm scared."

"Let's do this then!" Tina cried.

"Whoo!"

The kids threw their empty cider cups away before making their way toward the school. "Now, no matter what," Rachel turned toward her friends, "if anyone gets scared there's no turning back. We go all the way through." Santana rolled her eyes, "it's a damn haunted house, nothing's going to be scary enough to actually chase you away." Quinn gave her a look. "What?"

"Don't ruin my fun, please?" She paused a moment before saying, "Breadstix tomorrow, remember?"

Santana smiled, "oh, go on then." She squeezed Quinn's hand before pushing Rachel toward the door. The shorter girl gave them all her best Rachel Berry dazzling smile before pushing her way through the door.

The hallways were completely clouded with smoke machines as a haunting type of music filled their ears through the school's sound system. "You can't even see anything." Santana whispered. There were fake fire lamps providing little light as well as a few strobe lights, but that combined with the smoke didn't do much.

"Let's just continue." Mike urged. "It's gonna be good." There was a smile hinting in his voice before a slam of a door caused them to jump with the sound of a blood chilling scream.

"What was that?" Mercedes groaned.

"Oh, Wheezy relax." Santana scoffed, "we only just started."

They continued down the hall. "Are you having fun yet?" Santana asked trying to look at Quinn. She felt the girl shift and let her head rest on her shoulder causing the Latina to smile to herself. Continuing further down the hall they heard a few lockers clattering against each other and through the lights Santana swore she saw something sweep across the floor, causing her to jump away. "Whoa!"

"Hey!" Quinn snapped out, "are you okay?" She chuckled.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine."

"I think you jumped." Mercedes motioned.

"I didn't." Santana shook her head, "no."

"You did too." Quinn laughed as they continued down the hall. The lockers continued slamming together as the strobe lights flickered.

The haunting music continued to rip through their ears before they reached the end of the hallway. "We've gotta split up." Finn stated, "there's no way we'll get through the whole thing together."

"No." Rachel objected, "it's best to stick together."

"We'll split up." Blaine agreed with Finn, "Santana, Quinn, Brody, Rachel, Sam, Brittany and Joe. Go right. Tina, Mike, Artie, Mercedes, Finn, Kurt and I will go this way."

"Fine." Rachel huffed, "then we'll have to come back through to get the full experience."

"No we don't." Santana disagreed, "once is enough."

"But I wanna see the whole thing."

"They'll give you the full blow by blow after."

"Oh, come on." Sam laughed pushing the girls forward, "let's get on with it." As the group split up and evil laugh filled their ears before there was a quiet whimpering. "Do you hear that?" Santana whispered.

"Hear what?" Brody questioned.

Santana could sense that he had turned around, but she couldn't really see his face. "That noise?" The Latina continued, "it sounds like someone's crying."

"No one's crying." Quinn told her, "it's probably just the sound-" she stumbled off and Santana felt a tug on her hand as Quinn pulled her to the floor.

"Ow!" Santana snapped sitting up, "Quinn, are you okay?" She tugged on Quinn's hand until she could see the girl in the flashing light. "Oh, my God!" Santana pressed forward wiping at the blood on her girlfriends forehead, "Q?"

"You're bleeding." Rachel gasped as she leaned down.

Quinn squinted wiping at her forehead, "it's not mine." She argued looking around, "oh, my God!"

Santana's eyes widened, noticing just what her girlfriend had, "is that…"

The whimpering sounded closer this time. "Hello?" Santana whispered.

"Who are you saying that too?" Brittany asked, "what is that?"

"Shh." Santana waved her hand, she leaned forward, "did you slip in it?" She asked Quinn.

"I don't think so." She whispered, "I felt something against my leg. I think I tripped over it."

"On what?" Brody asked.

Brittany screamed jumping away.

"What!" Rachel, Joe and Sam looked at her.

"Something touched my leg!" The girl squeaked.

"What?" Santana asked before feeling a tap on her own leg, the whimpering continued.

It was followed by a, "r-run."

Quinn turned to Santana, "did you-"

"No."

"Oh, my God!" Rachel gasped lunging forward. Santana watched as she pulled something up, to lean against the lockers.

"Sugar?" Santana and Quinn wondered together. She didn't look like herself she was dressed in a sexy kitten costume. But that wasn't what made her look different.

"Oh, God, are you okay?" Quinn asked crawling over to the girl.

When they fell down, Santana and Quinn had landed in a pool of blood. Quinn had tripped over Sugar, and the Latina was sure now that it was her blood they had landed in.

Sugar tried weakly to shake her head. "I-I just…"

"What?" Rachel urged. Santana reached out grabbing Quinn's hand. She needed some kind of contact, to know that she was okay.

"Puck." The broken girl whispered. "We were…and he just-"

"Just what?" Quinn asked, "you what?"

"He's…dead." It was the last thing she said before her eyes drifted closed.

Brody looked around before asking, "what the hell is going on?"

"Is she okay?" Was Brittany's question.

Within the shimmering lights Santana could see Rachel's head shake as she pulled her hand away from the girl who was leaning against the lockers. "She's gone."

Santana felt the air rush from her lungs.

"Are-Are you sure?" Sam asked.

Quinn leaned forward, checking herself, but Santana made sure not to let go of her hand. "Yeah," the cheerleader whispered, "Sugar's dead."

Okay, so let me know what you think, please, I've never tried this kind of story before and I want to know how it goes!

Thanks so much for reading, and please review!