"We're getting out of here."
"Excuse me? What the hell, Fabray?" Santana said looking at her best friend incredulously.
Quinn shrugged, "I don't know about you, but I have two months before I leave this hell hole forever and I'm not planning on spending them in Loserville, Ohio."
"I thought I was the one with the crazy and dangerous ideas?" Santana arched her eyebrow at the blonde.
"Oh please, you wouldn't dare do something remotely dangerous."
"Are you forgetting I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent? I could kill you and make it look like an accident" Santana said scowling at her.
"Lima Height is a closed off rich community and you're about as intimidating as a kitten" Quinn said, sticking out her tongue at the Latina, "Plus out of the two of us I'm the one that's more badass," she added smirking.
Santana eyed Quinn, from the pink streaks in her blonde hair to the black skinny jeans and rolled her eyes.
"Ha, so you agree!" Quinn said pointing her finger at Santana.
"I didn't agree to anything, I'm the badass and you're the psycho that smokes and has pink streaks in her hair," Santana said rolling her eyes, "and didn't you revert back to the good christian girl? This looks more like the punk you," and like sexy you, Santana added in her mind.
Quinn shrugged but doesn't say anything on the matter of her appearance.
"Hey what's wrong?" Santana asked, suddenly worried about overstepping her boundaries.
"Nothing, it's just you saying that made me realise how fucking uptight I used to be" Quinn said with a half-hearted smirk.
Santana laughed slightly at the unexpected answer, "And you're realising that now? You could have asked me, I would've told you that ages ago."
"Whatever, we weren't exactly being the best of friends for the last couple of months" Quinn rolled her eyes, "or years," she added as an afterthought.
"About that... I'm sorry" Santana said feeling guilty about not being there for the blonde girl.
"We are not having this conversation now. And I believe we have a road trip to plan."
"I still didn't agree to anything."
"Who said you have to agree?" Quinn quirked her eyebrow.
"Oh so you planned on kidnapping me? Tough luck blondie, your plan was discovered."
"Damn, I was hoping I could steal you for myself."
Santana blushed at that, "If I wouldn't know any better I would say you're flirting with me."
"Well, what do you know, maybe I was."
Santana blushed and averted her eyes making Quinn laugh.
"How about a Bentley Continental GT?"
"Nah, too fancy, it would make us stand out."
"Then what do you think we should go in?"
"I always wanted to go on a road-trip in one of those Volkswagen camper vans. You know the ones that you can sleep in the back and all."
"That's actually a pretty good idea, and we could totally pimp it out with a TV and stuff."
"A Volkswagen camper it is."
"Do you have any idea where we could get one?"
"Actually I think I have one in the garage."
"Since when?"
"Summer before Senior year, me and my mum went to San Fran to hang out with a couple of friends we know there. I kinda got it there."
"Okay I need to see it to believe it."
"Sure just come over and I'll show you" Quinn said rolling her eyes and ending the call. After throwing her phone on the bed, Quinn looked around the messy room frowning. The state of disorder was nothing new, but now she actually had to make sense of it to find her keys. She walked over to the table tossing everything on top of it unceremoniously on the floor. She continued doing this to every surface of her room until she had a huge pile of random items in the middle of the room. Quinn grinned, satisfied with her work, and started sorting through the pile. She found one of Santana's old watches (she knew it wasn't hers because Santana had the decency to write 'property of a hot latina' on the back of it), a Mumford & Sons CD (she put that aside) and a box full of keychains, but had no luck in locating her keys. She made her way downstairs and found her mom in the kitchen.
"Hey mom, do you know where the keys from the Camper are?"
"Of course, they're in the bowl by the door with the rest of the keys." Judy said turning around and facing her daughter.
"Of course" Quinn muttered and rolled her eyes. She walked swiftly to the door and just as she was slipping her keys into her pocket the doorbell rang making her jump. She opened the door and was quickly enveloped in a pair of tan arms.
"I love you, you know that right?" Santana said, her voice muffled.
Quinn shivered at the proximity of the latina, "Of course I do, what happened?"
"I... I talked to Brittany" Santana said holding the blonde girl tighter.
"And...?" Quinn furrowed her brow, confused how the two issues were related.
"And... I guess she didn't mean to... But she kinda hinted... Well said... That when I were figuring shit out... I abandoned you" Santana said, holding Quinn even closer and burrowing her head in the crook of Quinn's neck.
"You didn't abandon me, and even if you did I don't really know what business it is to her" Quinn said, still slightly irked about the fight she had with the other blonde earlier.
Santana looked up, surprised by the venom in her best friend's voice, "I mean to ask you about that, what happened between the two of you? Brittany refused to tell me anything" she furrowed her brow.
"That's not important right now."
Santana moved away slightly so she could look at Quinn, keeping her hands on the blonde's waist, "It seems to be pretty important since your attitude towards her has done a 180 degree spin."
"I'll tell you later. Now do you want to see the car or not?"
"Lead the way. But you're still not getting out of telling me what happened" Santana grinned.
Quinn rolled her eyes, stepping out of the embrace and slipping her hand into the latina's. They walked the short way to the garage and Quinn quickly opened the garage door, stepping aside to let Santana enter first.
"What do you think?" Quinn asked, fidgeting slightly.
The van had the classic stripe on the side; deep blue and ending in a V at the front. The back windows were tinted, providing privacy if they chose to sleep in the back. Santana held her hand out for the keys which Quinn gave her wordlessly. She unlocked the car and climbed in the back, grinning. There was a black stitched leather couch that could be made into a bed big enough for two people. A chrome, metal panel reached from the side of the bed to the floor and housed a decent pair of subwoofers (and by decent Santana meant pretty fucking awesome). A dreamcatcher was hanging by the window opposite her and the walls had a black matte finish. The front seats were black leather and the dashboard had a beautiful matte finish.
Santana grinned and turned towards the blonde, "I think we found our car."
"Great, now we should figure out where we're going."
"Why don't we drive towards the West coast, San Fran, LA and all that, and then go to New York in time for college? You can drive down to New Haven from there."
Quinn bit her lip but nodded nevertheless, "Sounds like a plan."
"Let's pack then" Santana grinned, already excited to get on the road.
