Quinn was becoming more and more obsessed with Santana's past. She wouldn't reveal anything other than what she had said in Mrs Lucy's class. It infuriated Quinn Fabray.

"Quinnie!" Brittany, Quinn's best friend, yelled at her in the hallway. Quinn spun to face her favourite blonde (bar herself).

"Hey, BrittBritt, what can I do for you?"

"You know how you said you wanted to get to know Santana? Well, she's about to go to the dentist...I thought you might wanna follow her."

Quinn couldn't help embracing Britt.

"God, I fucking love you! Thank you!"

Quinn hurried off, leaving Britt standing there with a sappy smile on her face.


Santana kept her head down as she walked out of the gates, her dark locks covering her face. She could feel soft droplets of water falling on her head, and instantly regretted not wearing her hoodie.

No matter she thought I'll be there soon enough. Anyway, he prefers me...with less clothing.

Santana shuddered at the thought of his grimy fingers combing through her hair, his stubble scratching her face, his rasping voice echoing in her ears. He was like a bad smell that wouldn't leave. He would never leave.

Quinn watched the dark haired girl cross the road and noticed the look of anxiety on her face.

"She must really hate the dentist." She murmured to herself, near silent. "I don't know why though, her teeth are perfect."

Everything about her is perfect. A voice piped up in Quinn's head. She had to backtrack there. Woah? Seriously...? I'm straighter than a ruler, make no mistake. Sure, Santana is a pretty girl, but no, I'm not, y'know...

She brushed the thoughts off and quickly moved up the road, as to keep Santana in sight. Sure, she was bunking lessons, but when would she need to know how to say 'I am Quinn Fabray, nice to meet you' in Spanish later in life anyway?

Quinn turned a corner, and suddenly noticed Santana drop down through a back alley.

Well, that's strange. The only dentist for an hour is further into town, and that alley is seedy as hell. There was that attempted rape last year, so why would Santana be going down there?

Quinn felt her heart start to race as she crept slowly down the alley. This was a dangerous alleyway, definitely no place for young, defenceless girls. Santana continued to walk, until she reached a door, right at the end. She knocked hesitantly.

The door swung open a few seconds later. Quinn couldn't see who was at the door from her hiding place behind the dustbins. All she could hear was a voice, which practically oozed sleaze.

"Well, hello there, darlin'. Knew you'd come. Come on in, you're looking sexy today, honey." Quinn could see Santana's shaking legs as she entered the house.

Quinn waited for two hours. Then she left.

And no one saw Santana for three days.

When she returned to school, there were faint bruises everywhere, which she had attempted to cover with concealer. Her lip was split. And she jumped at every sound.

Something was most definitely not right. And Quinn was going to find out what.

And stop it.