The fact that they were carried into a van, driven out of town down a very bumpy dirt road, and then carried up stairs didn't register because of the drugs. That said, they should've been aware when they cuddled in each other's arms for the next few hours.

Quinn woke up first, but was still groggy and thought it nothing but a very nice dream she wanted to live in, so she went back to sleep after squeezing Rachel a little tighter.

It wasn't until Rachel woke up a few hours later that she thought anything of it.

"Good morning," Rachel murmured sleepily, nuzzling further into the crook of Quinn's neck.

Quinn smiled at her lazily, feeling completely at peace with the world. Then her thoughts started catching up with her, flooding back faster than she wanted to, and the sick feeling in her stomach returned.

She hastily untangled herself from Rachel, moving as if she had been struck by lightning to the farthest corner of the bed (which was pretty far, seeing as they had been in the middle of a king size bed). "Do you not know the definition of personal space, Berry?"

She sat up, clearly annoyed. "May I remind you that you had your arms around me?"

"So what? I cling to anything close to me when I sleep. You shouldn't sleep so close to me," Quinn snapped.

"Well maybe next time you shouldn't fall asleep during Glee-" The realization that this wasn't her room hit her. The dim lighting and blood red walls should've told her this earlier, but in her defense Quinn hadn't figured it out either until then.

Before Quinn could start yelling at Rachel, however, the door opened. The two unconsciously got closer out of fear.

"Hello ladies," said Jacob Ben Israel confidently. "I'm sure you're wondering why I brought you here."

Quinn burst out laughing. "Wait, you're the reason we're here? You kidnapped us?"

"That is correct."

"Are you a moron?" he opened his mouth to respond but Quinn stopped him. "No, don't answer that. You obviously are if you think you're going to get away with this."

"I actually never intended to abduct you as well. It just so happened you were there when I came to retrieve my sweet." He looked longingly at Rachel, who just looked disgusted.

"Jacob Ben Israel you will release us this instant! My fathers are most likely frantically looking for me at this moment and they will be pressing charges because you can't just drug and kidnap someone!"

"Your fathers think you've gone away to a performing arts camp. I left them a note explaining how you just had to escape after the disappointing glee rehearsal."

"My mom may be a drunk, but she'll notice I'm gone. And there's no way she'll buy that I went to a performing arts camp," Quinn retorted.

"But she will buy your sudden rejoining of the Cheerios and going to cheer camp. Face it, no one is looking for either of you."

Quinn's mouth snapped shut. She was out of retorts, so Jacob began revealing his plans for them in great, sickening detail. Meanwhile, Rachel was busy formulating an escape plan. She scooted over to tell it to Quinn.

"If we both run at him, we can get out the door," she whispered as Jacob went on about his creepy sex ideas of a threesome that he could record and put on his blog.

"Okay," Quinn agreed. When it came down to it, the two knew when to put aside their differences and join forces. "Now?"

"Now." At Rachel's words, the two jumped up, running at Jacob. Quinn got there first and pushed him to the ground, clearing the way. He let out a cry as Quinn sprinted past and out into the hall. She didn't stop until she heard a shriek that she knew wasn't Jacob's.

"Quinn!"

She hesitated for a moment, Jacob having probably grabbed onto Rachel. But then she resumed running even faster. Being nice doesn't apply when you're running for your life.

This only lasted for about a minute before she ran into an entire flank of guards.

"Fuck," she muttered as they dragged her back to the room where Jacob had a tight grip on Rachel's ankle.

"Good work, gentlemen," Jacob said, letting go of Rachel and standing up. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go see if the sex chamber is ready."

After he left, the guards practically threw Quinn in the room before locking them in. Rachel offered her a hand off the ground, but Quinn ignored her and got up herself.

"Well that failed," Quinn said, going to sit on the bed to brood.

"You left me," Rachel stated, hurt in her eyes.

"If I had come back, we both wouldn't have had a chance."

"Do you really hate me that much that you would leave me with that creep to let him do unspeakable things?"

"Of course not. If I had gotten out, I would've called the police. I wouldn't just leave you here, Berry."

"Okay…" Rachel nodded. "I believe you."

"You do?" she asked, surprised. She had just made all that up so Rachel wouldn't cry. Quinn wasn't actually expecting Rachel to buy it.

"Yeah," she smiled wearily, coming over and hugging her. This time Quinn returned it, mostly because she felt guilty.

"We need to get out of here," Quinn stated once they had broken apart.

"How? The door's locked." Rachel went over and tried to twist the knob just to prove her point.

"There's a window," she answered, going over to inspect it. The latch could be unlocked and Quinn opened the window, leaning her head out. Unfortunately they were three stories up. She turned back to look at a hopeful Rachel. "Bad news: we're in the middle of nowhere." She had noticed the lack of civilization when looking out. "Worse news: we're three stories up."

"We're doomed," Rachel sighed, collapsing on the bed.

"Not necessarily. Cheerios trained me for a lot of situations," Quinn replied, going back over to the bed. "Get up, I need the sheets."

"For what?"

"Just shut up and do what I say," she snapped, trying to concentrate on what she needed to do but not being able to because of Rachel's annoying, always condescending voice.

Rachel got up and Quinn started stripping the bed. "Look around and see if you can find more sheets or blankets. Grab the towels from the bathroom, too." Rachel nodded and went to work.

Soon, they had created a rope to scale down. Quinn looked at her creation proudly for a second before getting back to work. "Okay. We need to move some furniture. Help me push the dresser in front of the door."

"Why?" she asked, but went over to start pushing anyway.

"I thought I told you not to ask questions," Quinn retorted as they struggled with the dresser. "What's in this thing anyway?"

"You don't want to know," Rachel assured her, having looked in it when searching for more bedsheets.

"Okay, that should buy us a little time. Now we have to move the bed to beside the window. Our rope isn't long enough," Quinn explained once they had finished.

"Sorry."

"It's not your fault," Quinn grunted, having even more difficulties moving the bed. She had yet to regain all of her strength after her pregnancy, and the bed was huge.

Rachel almost fell in shock. Quinn was being semi-nice to her! It was a miracle! "Do you have a plan for when we get out of here?"

"No questions."

"Sorry."

With one final push, the bed was right up against the window. Quinn tied their makeshift rope to an end pole in a very intricate knot, and then pulled on it to make it stick.

"There. You want to go first?"

Rachel looked conflicted. "I probably should've told you earlier, but I'm deathly afraid of heights."

Quinn sighed in frustration. "Of course you are."

"This might put a dent in our escape plan," Rachel admitted.

"No it won't, because you're going to get over it."

"But I can't!" she cried, looking out the window. "We're so high up." Then she started going on an incoherent rant that Quinn tuned out almost immediately.

"Stop," Quinn said firmly, putting an end to it after two minutes. "You have two choices, Berry, and I don't care which one you choose. You can either stay up here and become a sex slave to Jacob Ben Israel, or you can climb down the rope with me and become a Broadway star."

"You really think I'll make it to Broadway?" she asked, hopefully looking up at Quinn.

Quinn avoided looking at her. "If you make it down that rope you can do anything you want."

"Okay," she nodded. "I can do this… I can do this…" she said confidently as she walked back over to the window. She stopped abruptly in front of it before backing up a few steps. "How do I do this, Quinn?"

Quinn sighed. "Have you ever been rock climbing?"

"Afraid of heights, remember?"

"Well what you want to do is slowly make your way down the side with a good hold on the rope, finding footfalls if you can-"

"And if I can't?" she interrupted.

Quinn glared at her. "Then it will be considerably harder." She had no patience for Rachel's antics at the moment, or ever, really. "Normally I would tie the rope around you to catch you if you lose your footing, but it's not long enough for that so you'll have to be very careful not to fall."

"I… I think I can do it." She went back to the window, rope in hand, only to quickly back away. "It's pitch black! How am I supposed to see foot whatevers if I can't see!"

"Just slide down the rope like it's a pole, I don't care! Do something!"

"You're not going to leave me again, are you?" Rachel asked hesitantly as she made her way back to the window.

"Yes, of course. I'm going to let you fall to your death on the rope and then I'll walk through that door and go home," she said flatly. Rachel looked horrified. "I was just joking."

"Now isn't the time for jokes, Quinn," Rachel reprimanded her.

"Just go down the rope before Jacob gets back, Berry."

Rachel took a few deep calming breaths before climbing onto the window sill. She looked over one last time at Quinn before going out. Quinn hurried over to watch her descent.

Rachel was internally freaking out. Here she was, hanging off a wall, trying to get away from Jacob Ben Israel who wanted to make her a sex slave, and forming a sort of friendship with her former tormentor. Nothing seemed real about this scenario.

"You okay?" she heard Quinn call out.

"Just peachy!" she replied as she slowly made her way down.

Quinn couldn't see a thing. Though the room was dim, it still affected her vision and prevented her from being able to adjust to the darkness of the night. "I'll take your word on that."

Rachel started to say that she was being sarcastic and the queen of sarcasm should know that, but she never got around to it. The second she opened her mouth, she missed a step. She let out a shriek and fell several feet before she came to her senses and tightened her grip on the rope.

"What happened?"

"Fell," was all the usually verbose Rachel could manage to say.

"You okay?"

"No…" And she wasn't. She had skinned her knees and got rope burn from the fall. Not to mention she was at the very end of the rope but still a good six feet above the ground.

"Just make it to the ground, okay?"

"I can't, the rope isn't long enough."

"Surely it's not that far from the ground."

"Quinn," she whined.

"Let go of the rope, Rachel, or I'm cutting it." It wasn't Quinn's threat that made her let go; it was the fact that Quinn had called her by name. She hit the ground with a loud thud.

"Shit," Quinn muttered, having heard the noise. She quickly sprang into action, taking the rope and scaling down the wall like a pro. And since she was trained by Sue Sylvester, she was a pro.

She didn't hesitate to jump the last few feet, landing on the ground with a roll exactly as she had been taught.

"Are you a ninja?" Rachel groaned, having witnessed everything Quinn did.

"You're obviously not," she stated. "Hurry and get up, I'm sure someone heard you."

"But everything hurts."

"Sex slave or Broadway?"

"Okay, okay. If you will please give me a hand up. I don't think I can get up on my own."

Quinn grudgingly offered her a hand, at which Rachel beamed.

"By the way," Rachel started as they started walking in a general direction. "You called me Rachel."

"Did I?"

"I wasn't even aware you knew my name."

"Of course I know your name. I just choose not to use it."

"Why?"

Quinn glared at her. "We probably should be quiet seeing as we're trying to sneak out."

"Right."

The two rounded the corner of the manor to find two huge hedges with a small opening in between them.

Quinn stopped, unsure. "Let's go the other way."

"Why?" Rachel asked, stopping to turn around and stare at her.

"Because that way looks like it could be the start of a maze or something."

Even though it was dark, Quinn could see the smile that developed on Rachel's face. "Are you scared?"

"No."

"It's okay if you are. You'll just have to get over it like I got over my fear. I'll even hold your hand if you want," she offered her hand, but Quinn just ignored her and the thought deep in the back of her mind that she really did want to take Rachel's hand.

"Thanks but no thanks, Berry. I'm not scared," Quinn pushed past her and strode into the opening between the hedges.

Rachel frowned at the use of her last name once again, having hoped that things had changed. Obviously they hadn't and she hurried to catch up.

They walked for about half an hour, their stubbornness keeping them silent, before Quinn finally broke. Anger had been building up in her with every turn and dead end they had come to.

"We're in a maze."

"It would appear so."

Quinn stopped to glare at her. "You know this is all your fault, right?"

"I am aware that I was the one that suggested we enter this-"

"If you had just listened to me when I said that wasn't Finn's handwriting on the card! But instead you had to be stubborn and we got drugged and kidnapped!"

"I thought you were jealous and being mean!"

Quinn scoffed. "I told you I was trying to be nice!"

"Well that's hard to believe of you."

This shut her up. For a minute. "That still doesn't change the fact that you chose not to listen to me after I was proven right. If you hadn't made us come in this maze, we could be halfway back to Lima right now! Hell, we could be in Lima if it wasn't for you!"

Rachel deflated at her words. "I… Quinn, you're right. I'm sorry that I did not trust your obviously good sense of judgement. I will from now on."

"Good."

"Could we… Maybe… Stop for the night?" Rachel asked hopefully. "I'm still aching from my fall and we're completely lost in this maze."

She sighed. "Let's at least find a dead end so if anyone ends up finding us, they won't be able to sneak up from behind."

"But wouldn't that trap us with them as well?"

"Quit doubting me, Berry."

"Not doubting, just pointing out the flaws in your plan."

"Well don't, or I might just have to point out the flaws in your face," she replied irritably. Truth was, she was tired. Tired of walking, tired of Rachel, and especially tired of her stomach being in knots from Rachel's presence.

"Not like you haven't before." Rachel was tired too.

Quinn chose not to reply to this, and focused instead on finding a corner for them to sleep in. It didn't take long, seeing as there were quite a few of them in the maze. Neither spoke when they got to it either, they just both went to their own separate corners of the dead end and tried to sleep.