Hitchhiking, what could go wrong?
Disclaimers: I don't own Glee or the Hitcher
A/N: I wanted to write a thriller and the movie Hitcher inspired me. It's one of the movies I watch every year with my friends at Halloween. English is not my mother tongue. A big thanks to Mulierositas for the few corrections and advice.
A/N 2: In this story, Rachel is still in NYADA and Santana attends some evening classes in art and communication. Warning violence and death (not Pezberry, I can't kill these two cuties)
Chapter 1: could this day get any worse?
It was time for Spring Break and Santana and Rachel wanted to enjoy their vacation with their family and friends. It was their first holiday since they got together almost a year ago.
The former members of New-Direction had decided to meet in Lima for a Glee Club reunion. The girls couldn't afford two plane tickets so they chose to do a road-trip. Kurt was supposed to come with them but he had a last-minute work to deal with and would meet them later in Lima.
On the morning of departure, Santana went to the rental car agency and came back with a SUV she parked in front of their apartment in Bushwick. She called her girlfriend and told her she was in the car waiting for her. After 15 minutes, there was still no sign of Rachel so Santana got out of the car and went to their apartment.
"Rachel what are you doing? I've been waiting for ages!" Santana asked annoyed. She stopped walking when she saw Rachel lying on a suitcase bigger than her, struggling to close it. The Latina laughed at the scene.
"It's not funny Santana!" huffed Rachel "You should help me instead."
"Babe, we're leaving for a week, you don't need all these clothes."
"You are the one to talk; you have two bags full of shoes and clothes!" the diva argued.
The raven-haired girl smirked "Yes, but at least I can carry them and they aren't bigger than me!"
Rachel gasped "You did not say that!"
"I did! But I'm sure you're gonna ask me to carry it to the car so I'm allowed to tease you in return" Santana replied, helping her girlfriend to close her suitcase.
"Fine!" the diva mumbled but quickly smiled when an idea came to her mind "But just so you know, if you want something in exchange, I can give you a wonderful massage when we'll be in Lima."
The Latina raised an eyebrow "you'll do that?"
"At one condition" the petite brunette informed.
"Of course!" Santana shook her head with a hint of a smile "I knew it was too good to be true. What is it?"
"You have to bring my stuff from here to the car and not complain about it to me, our friends or family. And I don't want to hear jokes about the difference of height between me and the suitcase."
"What? Where is the fun in that?" Santana whined.
"The fun will be in my room, after your massage…" said the diva with a flirtuous smile.
"You know me so well. Deal" the raven-haired answered before sealing the deal with a lingering kiss. "Now it's time to go, are you ready?"
Rachel squealed "Yes!" she looked at her watch "Oh my god, it's noon, we are well behind schedule!"
"Thanks to who?" Santana snorted. They loaded the car and after one last check, she started driving.
Santana had been driving for less than 20 minutes when she saw Rachel fidgeting on her seat "What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing" the diva replied innocently.
The Latina chuckled "Babe, I know you. Something's wrong so tell me."
"I need to use the ladies' room…" Rachel explained sheepishly.
"Seriously!?" questioned the former cheerleader in disbelief "We left the apartment 20 minutes ago!"
"I know! But it's not like I can control it" the petite brunette pointed out.
Santana sighed heavily "You know, I wonder why I'm with you sometimes."
"Because you love me" the brunette sing-songed.
"No, I think it's because of your smoking hot body and how well it fits in mine" the raven-haired girl replied with a smirk.
"Santana!" Rachel cried, slapping her arm lightly.
"I'm kidding love! Well kinda…" the Latina joked again.
"Just drive would you" the diva said crossing her arms and pouting.
Santana put her hand on her girlfriend's thigh and stroke it "Ooohhh babe, I'm just messing with you. You know I love you"
Rachel smiled brightly "I know, but I just wanted to hear it."
Santana laughed "you're evil." She stopped the car at a gas station and bought some drinks and food while Rachel used the toilet.
After 4 hours of driving, it began to rain heavily. They were on a forest road which was supposed to be a short cut according to their GPS. Santana slowed down the car and tried to focus on the road. It was getting harder and harder for her to concentrate with Rachel constantly asking her to be careful and slow down more. "Rachel, shut up, you're stressing me out! I'm careful and driving at 30mph because the road is fucking slippery. Besides it's getting dark."
The diva huffed "I am just trying to help Santana."
"Well it's no helping so just…"
"Watch out!" Rachel warned when she saw a branch falling in front of the car. Santana tried to brake but the SUV slipped and ended up on the verge of the road.
"Are you okay?" The Latina asked as soon as she snapped out of the daze. The diva simply nodded, to shock to speak. Santana kissed her forehead for reassurance "It's okay baby, we're not hurt, it's what matters" She hugged her girlfriend for a few minutes and said "I need to check the damage. Wait here" She grabbed her jacket and put in on. Once outside, she saw they were mired in mud and wouldn't be able to get out of it without assistance. "Fuck" the girl muttered. She entered the car "We need to call triple A"
"Why?" asked the petite brunette.
"We're stuck" the raven-haired girl stated matter-of-factly.
"You didn't even try to start the car, how can you be so sure?"
Santana rolled her eyes "Because I know it." She saw Rachel stare at her with insistence and sighed. "Fine!" She turned on the ignition key but nothing happened. "See! The car's not even starting."
The diva sighed "Really, could this day get any worse?" She took her phone and dialled the number of triple A but the call didn't go through "I don't have a signal, try with yours."
Santana tried to call too but her signal was too weak. "This day sucks" she said, hitting her head against the steering wheel.
"What do we do now?" Rachel questioned, nervously biting her lips "It's pouring rain, our car is stuck in the mud and we can't call anyone."
The Latina though about their options for a minute "No one's gonna pass by this road. So I guess we'll have to walk. I saw a gas station a few miles away."
"Are you serious?!" The brunette hissed "In case you didn't notice Santana, there is a storm of rain outside!"
"And in case you didn't notice Rachel," replied Santana, mocking her girlfriend's tone "we don't have much choice here." She sighed wearily "Listen, if you don't want to go, you can wait for me in the car."
Rachel's eyes widened in fear "What? No, you can't leave me here all alone!"
The raven-haired girl took Rachel's hand in hers "Babe, I don't want to leave you okay, but we need to move before the sun sets"
"I don't like it" the diva stated with a pout "but at least we are together right?"
"I don't like it either. But don't worry if something goes wrong, I'll trade you for my life." Santana joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Why did you say that?" Rachel cried "You are going to jinx us!"
Santana rolled her eyes "Calm down, jeez, I was joking"
"We should have wait for Kurt, why are we even here?" the brunette asked annoyed.
"You're kidding right? You were the one who wanted to arrive early in order to be, and I quote 'relaxed and prepared'. We are in vacation, so laid-back and live a little" the Latina snapped.
"I'm trying!" Rachel shouted "But being stuck in the middle of nowhere instead of enjoying a road trip with my girlfriend is kind of getting in the way right now."
They glared at each other before Santana spoke "We need to calm down. It's nobody's fault. We're gonna do this and when we'll be in Lima, it will make a fun story to tell" She gave a quick kiss at Rachel "Now take your backpack, put some food, drinks, a change of clothes and everything you could need. Don't charge it too much though; we have a 40 minute walk ahead of us"
The diva nodded and started to pack her bag before realising how long they would have to walk before reaching their destination "40 minutes?!"
Santana ignored her and finished packing her bag. 10 minutes after, when they were both ready, they began fast walking in direction of the gas station.