They've been driving at top speed for twenty minutes; leave it to Ohio to not have police cars on the highway when they desperately needed them. Rachel had stop crying but she was still shaking and whimpering quietly. They lost the mysterious car about ten minutes ago but Santana wasn't going to risk slowing down, not when they had a distance between them, although how large the distance, they don't know.
"Pequeñita? You ok?" Santana looked over to Rachel her heart breaking at the sight. Rachel was ghostly pale and curled up, tears staining her cheeks.
"Santana, what's going to happen to us?" Rachel says faintly, her voice wavering slightly.
"I don't know baby but it's going to be ok, we're going to be ok." She picked up Rachel's hand that she was still holding and kisses it, breathing in the faint natural scent that was Rachel. Rachel relaxed instantly at the touch but not enough for Santana liking and who could blame her? Just an hour ago they were enjoying dinner after a show and now, their being chased after getting a message in a damn fortune cookie saying that they're in danger. If someone had told her that she would be running for her life because some American made Chinese cookie a month ago, she would laugh in them, beat the shit out them and give them fifty facial slushy before having them committed.
Santana looked at the passing sign, telling her that she was forty odd miles from Columbus. She looked into the review mirror to see if they were still being followed, there was no one behind them; they still had their lead. She decided once she get to Columbus, she would change directions and go towards Indiana, hoping that will keep their chaser off their trail. She looked at the time on the stereo, it was closing to midnight, and at this rate they should get to Indiana by three in the morning.
She looked back at Rachel, who was staring out the window. "Come on Rae, way don't you go to sleep, its going to be a long night?"
"I don't think I can't sleep San, I'm scared, I want to go home." She said.
"We're going to be ok." Santana said. She has to keep telling her that, hoping that if she keeps saying it that it'll come true. "Come here." Rachel scooting over and cuddle into Santana's side. Rachel reached forward and turns up Santana's iPod, which was connected to the radio. Amy Winehouse blasted out of the speakers, and they sat there, listening the to her soulful and raspy voice as they race down the highway.
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