Mr. Shue was reluctant to let anyone go off exploring after the events of yesterday, so he proposed they played the game of football they never got round to the day before.

Everyone was up for playing except from Sam, who had to sit out because of his injury and Santana who was tired from the night before.

"Don't leave the house" Mr. Shue said strictly directing his gaze at Santana.

"Got it" Sam said as the pair went back inside.

Santana didn't speak at all on the walk back to their room. Sam noticed she was standing much closer than she would have done two days ago.

When he shut the door behind them he turned around to see her gazing out the window.

"No ones home" he said hoping that it would change the atmosphere.

"Huh?" she broke her gaze from the tree line outside.

"I said nobody's home. Its just you and me"

"Look Evans I can't blame you or anything but seriously…"

"You know what I mean Santana!"

She smiled and took a seat on the bed.

"Do you want to have a look around" Sam said sitting on the bed beside her.

"Not particularly"

"Oh c'mon!" Sam joked "like I said nobodys home! We could raid the fridge…or…"

"Or?" she questioned, holding back a laugh.

"Ok so we can raid the fridge" he said laughing "C'mon woman lets go!"

"Fine!" she laughed, standing up and pulling him off the bed.

They walked down to the kitchen and opened the fridge, it was considerably empty when it was suppose to feed all of them.

"Hmm" Sam said "What to have…what to have" he comically grabbed the plate of left overs and began to eat.

"You're disgusting I…" Santana screamed making Sam spin around knocking the plate to the floor.

"What exactly are you doing" an old woman questioned. Santana couldn't help but notice the resemblance to the man and wondered if she was his sister.

"W…w…we" is all Santana could say before Sam cut in.

"We were hungry and you startled us" he said quite rudely. Santana thought he must see the resemblance too.

"Get out of my kitchen!" she yelled as she stormed closer she hit Sam on the shin with her walking stick.

"You have no business being here get out! Go!"

Sam grabbed Santana's hand and pulled her out the room. The woman followed them to the door so the ran up the staircase to get out of her sight.

They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Why do all the staff here have to be so damn scary" Sam joked.

He still hadn't realized Santana's hand and instead of going back into their room pulled her up a narrow corridor. Santana gasped in shock.

"This was in my dream! I was right here and then…"

She ran up the corridor scared that her dream had come true. She pushed the door open with all her strength and screamed. All Sam heard was a gunshot.

"Oh my god! San? Santana?" he ran up the corridor and was relieved to see she was still standing.

"Did no one ever teach you to knock?"

There was horror written across Santana's face as she looked at the man who had hurt her the previous day. Sam put his arm around her and stared in shock at the man as he continued to clean his long hunting gun.

"Well why are you just standing there? Get the hell out!"

"Uh you almost shot her! Don't you think she deserves an apology?" Sam said sounding braver than he felt.

"She won't hear an apology from me! Who do you think you are sneaking about as if you own the place! Now get the hell out before my finger slips a second time"

Santana tugged on Sam's hand until he finally let her pull him out the room.

"Ok so I guess that's us done with exploring" he said angrily taking the lead an pulling her into the safety of their room.