Santana lay on the ground, not moving, wide awake, even though it was in the wee hours of the morning. She was in so much pain, yet she was numb. It was if she was letting herself give up. The spark was slowly dying inside of her, and she had no strength to re-ignite it.
As she lay there, her thoughts turned to Brittany. Sweet, innocent Brittany. She would never get to see her again, kiss her again, or say "I love you" again. She knew she should be strong, so she could get back to Britt, but she just couldn't. A single tear trickled down her face, and when it hit her lips, she realized she hadn't been given any water all day. Jerks.
…
Artie, tried to breathe and not cry as he was in the car. He tapped his friend, was driving crazy fast, on the shoulder.
"Yeah? Do you need a rest stop?"
"No…are you ok?" Artie asked cautiously.
"No. They freaking are raping one of my best friends, doing who knows what to her, and I want to rip their heads off….but mainly I just want to get her out of there." He sniffled.
"I know Puck, I know. Just get us to the police and we will get her out of there. And back to Britt's arms, where she belongs."
Puck couldn't hold back the tears any longer, and sobbed as he steadily drove on. Santana didn't deserve this. Yeah she had done some crazy stuff…he and Santana had done some crazy stuff together, but this was so not fair.
…..
Tears were dripping onto her pillow; her eyes were red and puffy. All she could do was cry. Sleep was fleeting, and eating, even more so. She showered, only because the scalding hot water kept her awake. She had to stay near the phone. They just had to find Santana, and soon. Brittany knew Santana well, and she knew every day that she was gone; Santana would sink deeper and deeper into darkness. She couldn't bear knowing that somewhere Santana was alone and scared, and probably hurt. She couldn't imagine what her captor had done to her, but she knew it was not good.
A knock came on her door, and Brittany grunted. She heard soft footsteps enter the room, and felt a hand gently rub her shoulder. She turned her head to look at her visitor, and widened her eyes in surprise.
"Coach?"
Coach Sylvester nodded, and bit her lip, obviously trying not to cry.
"I miss her so much Coach, I need her, I can't take this…"Brittany sobbed into her pillow.
"I know, I know. This whole thing is worse than a loss at Nationals. I know I act all strong and fierce in front of you kids, but the truth is I love you all, lots. I miss our feisty friend…and I'm worried about her. I know there are some sick people in this world, they all could have benefited from my strenuous physical regiment I put everyone through at Cheerios. Doesn't give you enough time for tomfoolery."
Brittany almost smiled at the funny word that Coach used, but caught herself.
"Coach…what do you think is happening to her?"
"Well. I don't know, and maybe it is best not to let our imaginations run as wild, as Rachel's vocal runs. We need to think positive and hope for the best."
"But…what if they are…you know, touching her and stuff," Brittany whimpered.
"Then I hope they catch them and they rot in prison. If that is what is going on, you know she is going to be broken when she comes out, and she is going to need you more than Sonny needed Cher."
As Brittany continued to sob, Sue Sylvester stayed with her, in an unprecedented move by her. She didn't care if it ruined her reputation and people called her "softie", she cared about these kids and Brittany and Santana were at the top of her favorite student list, which was quite short. And deep down, she was terrified. Although Santana put on a good front of being a brave bad-ass, she knew that Santana was vulnerable and her self-esteem was easily shattered. She knew that if…no, when, they found Santana, putting the pieces of Santana back together was going to be more difficult than any of them could imagine.
