Chapter 2

They had been driving for another hour, following every twist and turn that the road took. They didn't see anywhere to turn off or turn around, and even if they wanted to go back it would be a waste of time. They didn't want to spend five more hours getting back onto the main road and then having to drive to their destination. How far away could they really be? Santana had been quiet, not moaning about how small Finn's car was, simply staring out of her window with her shin propped on her hand, leaning against the door. Brittany and Quinn kept exchanging worried looks with Rachel in the mirror, but they left the Latina in peace. Another mile down the road and they finally came to something new. It wasn't exactly helpful, but it was different. 'A fork in the road. Are you kidding me?' Finn asked himself, slowing the car down as they came to it. There were no sign posts or road names, no indication as to what road led where, just their road splitting into two. 'Great.' He sighed, rolling the car to a stop and setting it in park between the two roads, watching as Puck did the same behind him. The mohawked boy then got out of his truck and walked up to Finn's window. Finn rolled it down so they could all hear him, and figure out what to do now.

'Which way?' Puck wondered aloud.

'No idea.' Finn responded, laying his head back against his headrest.

'Flip a coin?' Puck suggested, Finn looking at him and then nodding. He sighed, picking a handful of change out of his pocket and selecting a coin, getting ready to flip it.

'Heads we go left, tails, right.' He said, Puck nodding and motioning for him to get on with it.

'You cannot be serious.' Quinn said, both boys looking back at her.

'What else can we do Quinn? There aren't any signs.' Puck pointed out, the blonde shaking her head before slumping back into her seat.

'Fine, do it.' She said defeated, watching as they decided their fate. Finn slipped the coin, letting it land in the palm of his right hand.

'Heads.' He said out loud. 'We go left.' Puck nodded

'Because this is going to end well.' Quinn said sarcastically, Puck rolling his eyes and heading back to his car to let everyone know what they planned to do. Rachel looked back at the three girls, Finn stating into his mirror as he waited for the signal that Puck was ready. Rachel shot Quinn a look when she noticed that Santana was in the exact same position she had been when they left the gas station.

'San.' Quinn said, nudging her on the shoulder gently. The brunette broke out of her trance, turning to face the other occupants of the car.

'What?' She questioned.

'Are you alright?' Quinn asked.

'You have been really Quiet Santana.' Rachel pointed out.

'Oh yeah, I'm fine.' She smiled at them unconvincingly, sighing as they raised their eyebrows at her.

'Santana?' Brittany said her name as a question, prompting her to open up, and when Santana looked into those big blue eyes, she couldn't not. The Latina reached across Quinn's lap and asked for Brittany's hand, the blonde gratefully obliging.

'Okay,' Santana admitted. 'Maybe that guy freaked me out a little more than I thought.' Quinn smiled sadly at her and placed a comforting hand on her knee.

'It's okay San, it's not like we're ever going back there.' Quinn assured her.

'I know.' Santana nodded, 'I just still have this really bad feeling in my stomach. Like something isn't right.' She smiled again, trying to shake it off. 'I'll be fine once we're back on the main road and out of here.' She laughed, leaning in to kiss Brittany's hand before letting her go.

'I think that goes for all of us San.' Quinn joked, smiling with her.

'Here we go guys.' Finn told them, putting the car in drive and pulling away. They turned left down the dirt road, heading off to somewhere they hoped would get them back on track. Finn was grinning the whole time.

'You're enjoying this aren't you Hudson.' Santana said from behind him.

'It's an adventure Santana, would could all use a little excitement in life.' He smiled again, Rachel rolling her eyes at her boyfriend. But when she turned to face the road again she saw something in the road that made her scream.

'Finn! Stop!' She yelled, bracing herself against the side of the car. But it was too late for him to do anything. The tires burst, running over something sharp. Something that shouldn't have been there. The car did almost a full three sixty as Finn pulled on the wheel, trying to keep them grounded, but the drivers side of the car slammed into a tree on the edge of the road. Puck had managed to slow down enough to keep his car from crashing, his tires had still burst because of the same thing that burst Finn's but the car was now at a stand still.

'Shit!' Puck cried, looking back at everyone in his car. They were all breathing heavily and clutching onto anything they could find. 'Is everyone okay?' He asked. They all nodded, most of them too stunned to say anything, but then Kurt looked out of his window.

'Oh God.' He whispered, quickly undoing his seatbelt and evacuating the vehicle. They all followed his lead, and then his gaze, and saw Finn's car. There was smoke coming from the bonnet and it looked like it was trying to wrap itself around the tree. If they had been going any faster it probably would have just snapped in half. They let out sighs of relief when they saw movement, clearly Rachel and Brittany were fussing about something on their side of the car.

'Come on.' Mercedes shouted, everyone following her over to their friends. Rachel and Brittany had now managed to get their doors open and were standing just outside the car. Rachel was leaning heavily on her door as she talked to Finn. Brittany saw every one coming over and went over to them.

'Brit, you okay?' Kurt asked.

'Yeah, I think so, but Quinn…. And San… and you have to help..' She sobbed, no one really making sense of what was going on. Then they saw Finn, he emerged from Rachel's door clutching his right wrist. Broken.

'You okay guys?' Mike asked, he and Tina moving closer to Rachel and Finn.

'I am, yeah, but Finn's wrist. We think it's broken.' She said shakily, tears in her eyes but not quite over flowing.

'It hurts like a bitch.' Finn groaned, doing his best not to move it. 'I think I heard it crack.' He remembered. 'When we hit the tree.'

'What about Quinn and Santana?' Kurt asked, everyone now standing together. But before anyone could answer they heard Quinn from the car.

'Help! Guys, I need some help in here!' She cried, Blaine being the nearest to them so he went to see what was going on.

'Quinn?' He said. 'Quinn are you okay?' He peered his head into the car, watching as Quinn tried to get Santana free. The brunette was unconscious, her seatbelt wedged at the top and tight around her body.

'I'm fine, I cant get her out!' She cried harder, tears falling from her eyes. She yanked on the seatbelt, careful not to put too much pressure on the Latina.

'Quinn, stop okay.' Blaine said, motioning for the blonde to get out. 'Let me try.' She nodded, wiping her eyes before she exited the car. She went over to Puck and he hugged her, planting a gentle kiss on her head.

'Are you okay?' He asked.

'Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit shaken up.' She smiled up at him and kissed his cheek. He nodded.

'Next time you're riding with me okay?' He said, Quinn nodding and then holding him closer. A few moments later Blaine emerged from the car, Santana was in his arms and still out cold.

'Blaine, Blaine is she okay?' Brittany asked. Mercedes had managed to calm her down but she was still crying. Blaine put Santana gently down onto the hard floor, Brittany coming to kneel on her other side with everyone else looming over them worriedly. 'Blaine is she okay?' Brittany asked again.

'I don't know yet Brit, hold on.' He smiled at her before leaning over Santana, he listened to her breathing and felt her pulse to make sure. He then looked to her forehead, pushing a strand of hair out of her face. There was a nasty red cut under her hair, a lump already forming. 'She's okay.' He exhaled. 'She hit her head pretty bad, she just needs to wake up. But she'll probably have a concussion so we'll need to keep an eye on her.'

'Yeah, that and a banging headache.' Quinn said, almost angrily. 'What the hell happened Finn?' She looked at the boy, still holding his wrist.

'Hey, don't blame this on me Quinn. I heard Rachel yell and once I saw what she was yelling about it was too late.'

'Finn, I'm not blaming you.' She ran a hand through her hair. 'I just want to know what happened. What was in the road?'

'This.' Mike said from behind them. Whilst everyone was talking he had gone in search for the cause of the accident, and he came back with a string of metal spikes.

'What the hell?' Kurt said, looking at the object as Mike brought it over. 'Who would leave that in the road?'

'I don't know, but this is why all our tires blew out.' He said, throwing the metal onto the ground in front of everyone.

'Wait, yours are dead too?' Finn looked at Puck. He nodded sadly.

'Yeah, by the time we saw you guys go spinning off, we were too close to stop. I managed to slow down but we still ran right over them.'

'Okay, so what do we do now?' Rachel asked, rubbing comforting circles on Finn's back.

'Well, we have one spare tire each. But we wont get far on three rims.' Puck said.

'What about putting both the tires on Pucks car?' Quinn thought out loud, but then realised it was a stupid thought.

'Different cars babe, Finn's tires are too small for my car.' Puck kissed her on the head.

'Why don't we walk back to that gas station?' Mercedes questioned.

'And talk to that creepy guy again?' Brittany looked at Mercedes disgustedly.

'Do we have any other options?' The diva made them think.

'Look, I promised Santana we'd never go back there.' Quinn told them, most of them nodding in agreement. 'But,' She continued. 'Do we really have that many options? It's either go forwards or face that guy again.'

'I'm going to try and call my dad.' Kurt said, taking out his phone.

'Yeah because I'm sure the reception out here will be great.' Tina said sarcastically. And as she thought, Kurt came back moments later.

'No signal.' He sighed, defeated.

'So, what do we do?' Brittany looked up at them with sad eyes. She was stroking Santana's hair and trying to make her as comfortable as possible on the cold ground.

'We could try just walking in the direction we were heading.' Finn suggested.

'But that could be miles, we could be walking for hours.' Mercedes advised them. 'And who knows if we even will find anything.'

'Every road leads somewhere right?' Blaine smiled.

'Okay, so we try that.' Puck said definitively. Someone needed to make the decision, so he did.

'What about Santana?' Brittany reminded them, the Latina still unconscious on the floor. 'We wont be able to carry her all the way.'

'Why don't we split up. Half wait here for someone else to come along and half start walking?'

'No, Finn, I don't think that's a good idea.' Quinn said, all of the girls agreeing with her. 'We don't have any way of contacting each other without phone signal, and I don't want to get stuck out here at night.'

'Fine okay, so we'll have to wait until Santana wakes up.' He said. 'But when she does, we have to go right away. We could both use a hospital.' He tried to smile, but the pain in his wrist was severe. 'Oh and while we wait, does anyone have any pain killers?' He asked.

'Sure Finn, come on.' Tina said, ushering him around the back of Pucks truck and got our her bag. She handed him the drugs and a bottle of water and then they walked back to their friends.