"Britt, babe, can you please be quiet." Santana growled over to her wife. They were making their way through the same woods that Quinn and her family were occupying.

"I'm sorry, San, but these bugs won't leave me alone. Why are we even here?" Brittany whined, randomly swatting at the air around her head.

"We are here because someone sent our daughter a text, saying to meet this mystery person here at midnight. And I want to find out who it is our teen is meeting and why." the Latina answered, ducking behind a row of bushes at a clearing.

"But, San, we did the same thing, remember?" Brittany whispered ducking down next to her wife.

"That is exactly why. I wanna find out if they're doing the same things that we did." Santana said, crawling around to get a better view of whoever was in the clearing.

They stopped in their tracks when they heard voices coming just ahead of them. They looked at each other for a few minutes. Then Santana shrugged her shoulders.

Just as Brittany was about to continue on as cautiously as her lover was, her right hand moved and snapped a twig noisily.

"Who's there?" a familiar voice whispered to them loudly.

They looked at each other in shock.

"Quinn!"