I know it's taken me forever to update this and i apologise! i thought i was done with it to be honest but ive had a few requests to carry on.
So here is the next chapter, tell me what you think! R&R=Smiles!
thanks xxx
Is Anyone There?
'Guys this is really bad.' Quinn said, pacing the living room later on that day. Mike and Tina were snuggled onto one of the sofas, Mercedes and Sam sitting side by side on another. Santana was hugging her knees to her chest on the third sofa with a pillow in between, watching the blonde walk in circles. 'That prick knows exactly what he's doing.'
'Quinn, why don't we just report him?' Mercedes asked.
'Because we have no proof.' She said, sighing as she fell back onto the seat next to Santana.
'So the gun was just there on the bed when you came in?' Sam wanted to get all of the facts straight, sitting forwards and placing his elbows on his knees.
'Yeah.' Quinn confirmed as she looked at Santana, the brunette simply staring at the space in front of her. 'Hey?' Quinn whispered, gently knocking her on the knee. 'You okay?'
'What?' Santana snapped back to reality. 'Oh, yeah. Sorry.' She tried a small smile.
'And you're sure it was the same gun your dad…' Sam drifted off mid sentence, Santana looking up at him with pain filled eyes.
'I think so, I mean I guess it could have just looked like the one he...' She said, looking back down as she fiddled with the end's of her jeans.
'Regardless of whether it was the same gun or not, Michael put it there. I know he did.' Quinn said firmly as she dropped down beside her friend on the sofa. 'And there's nothing we can do about it.' She admitted, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.
'It's fine Q. I mean like you said, it's not like we can report him. As far as everyone else is concerned he hasn't done anything wrong.' Santana looked down defeated before standing up.
'What are you doing?' Sam asked, all eyes on her.
'I feel, I dunno, weird. I'm gonna take a shower, try and freshen up a little.' Santana smiled weakly at them.
'Do you want me to come with?' Quinn asked, concerned about her friend.
'No, thanks Q. It's only what..' She looked at her phone. 'Two thirty. Go and do some more exploring.'
'Are you sure?' The blonde asked, sitting up and grabbing her friend's hand.
'Positive.' She smiled. 'I'm going to have a shower, clear my head and try and call Brittany.' Santana's face brightened at the mention of her girlfriend and they all saw it.
'San, what did you do with the gun?' Mike asked, not wanting to make this harder for the brunette.
'I put it in the trash, the big dumpster at the back of the building.' She sighed. 'I cant look at it again.'
'We get it Santana.' Mercedes smiled. 'Now go and call your girl.'
'Okay.' She exhaled loudly. 'Call me if you find anywhere good hang out okay, this place is way to freaky in big doses.'
'You got it San.' Tina confirmed, all of them smiling at her as she made her way out of the room.
Santana stepped into the shower, turning on the taps and testing the water before going under. Once it was almost at burning temperature she removed her towel, hooking it on the side of the shower. The shower occasionally creaked from the water pressure, Santana's own footsteps pattering as she turned around. She had washed her hair and was rinsing excess shampoo out of her eyes when an eerie feeling cut through her body. She shivered, her eyes pinging open immediately as she felt it. She stepped back and switched off the shower, listening as the final drips made their way onto the tiled floor below her, then grabbing the towel and drying off her face. 'Hello?' She called, swearing that she heard something whilst her vision was impaired. 'Quinn?' She asked tentatively. And if there was anyone there they would definitely hear the tentativeness in her voice. Now that the water was off she was getting colder, pulling the towel around her shoulders and pinning it with her left palm in front of her. 'Is anyone there?' She asked, walking back into the changing area and seeing nothing, no one. She sighed, scrunching her eyes together and rubbing them roughly. Once she opened them again she realised that she had come straight to the shower room and not picked up any clean clothes. She fumbled around in her jeans for her room key, then picked up everything in a big bundle and hurried towards her room. She was almost there, eyes set upon the dark blue of her door, when her heart sank. Michael had rounded the corner ahead of her, and was coming her way. She watched him smile at her as he walked towards her, slowing her pace but she had to keep going.
'Ms Lopez.' He greeted, flashing his teeth as they were feet away from each other. Santana didn't respond, instead she pulled the towel tighter around herself and kept her eyes on her door. 'Woah.' He stopped next to her, putting his arm out to disrupt her journey. 'Did I do something wrong?' He asked innocently.
'I just want to get to my room, It's cold out here.' Santana informed him, trying to keep her voice steady.
'Alright then.' He grinned, pulling his arm back to his side as Santana scurried past him. 'Come find me if you need warming up.' He called after her. She shuddered but managed to keep her eyes forwards, she had to get to her room.
Slamming the door behind her and locking it, she was relieved to find the second door still closed. She let out a long breath as she tried to wipe his smile from her mind before pushing off of the doors and towards her dresser. She pulled out a pair of shorts and a vest top, quickly throwing them on before setting on her bed with her phone. She pressed speed dial number one and Brittany's name immediately flashed on the screen. She smiled before putting the phone to her ear, looking forward to hearing her girlfriends voice.
'Santana!' She answered enthusiastically on the third ring.
'Hey Britt-Britt.' Santana replied, trying to keep a happy tone and not break down into tears.
'I'm sorry San, I got your text the other day and I was going to reply but then we were called to rehearsal and it completely slipped my mind.'
'That's okay B, I'm just glad I caught you now. What are you up to?' Santana asked, crossing her legs on the bed wanting to hear anything that would distract her from this place.
'Nothing really, I'm pretty beat because we just finished a three hour rehearsal.' Santana could hear her yawn on the other side.
'Oh wow, they're really pushing you guys huh?' She asked, picturing Brittany prancing around a big stage.
'Yeah, but I like it.' Santana could see the girls face light up in her mind. It was the same whenever she talked about her dancing and Santana loved it. 'How about you, got your schedule and everything?'
'Yeah I did B, it's pretty packed.' Santana informed her, thinking about all of the maths and science classes she would be attending. She was especially looking to the two hour science lecture she had first thing the next morning.
'Well I'm sure you'll love it once everything gets started.' Brittany said, and then Santana could hear her talking to someone in the background.
'Everything okay Brit?' Santana asked.
'Oh yeah, Natalie, my room mate. She just asked if I wanted to go study in the library.'
'You should go Brit,' Santana assured her it was alright.
'Are you sure?' The blonde asked, feeling guilty about not speaking to her girlfriend enough.
'Positive.' Santana smiled even though Brittany couldn't see her.
'Are you okay San? You sound a little weird.'
'No, I'm… I'm fine Brit, don't worry about it.' Santana replied, cursing herself for not being honest with Brittany. But what could she do from hundreds of miles away right?
'Okay, well, I'll call you later.'
'Cant wait.' Santana said, a little more cheerfully. 'I love you Brit.'
'Love you too. Bye.' Brittany replied quickly before hanging up the phone. Santana left alone in the creepy silence, having nothing else to think about except how much she missed the love of her life.
