Summary: An unusual couple comes into this chapter.
They started jogging to save time and had made it to the road before noon, but the only problem was they didn't see the gas station. All they could see was a long stretch of road.
"Wait the gas station is supposed to be right here." Rachel said looking at the map.
"Well it isn't, I don't know maybe it was destroyed or something. How old is the map?"
"It was printed this year." She said showing Santana the date it was printed.
"Okay well we followed what the- wait a minute! Maybe we didn't follow the map. I mean we did, but our feet didn't. Let me see the map again." Santana said and started looking for where they could be. "We're right here." She pointed at a random point on a road called Nicholas Highway. "We didn't have a compass and even though we used the sun we still didn't go in a completely straight line. If we head west for two miles we should make it to the gas station."
"Fuck another two miles?" Rachel whined.
"Yeah I know, but at least we know where we are and when we get to the place we can purchase a compass." The two of them jumped off the road and continued to follow it but stayed in hiding.
"I would love a glass of coke right about now." Santana said a mile later.
"Oh me too, and I'm hungry. I just realized I never had breakfast." Rachel said. They kept talking about what they were looking forward to until they could see the gas station and began to sprint towards it, giving each other congratulatory grins. It looked as if things were finally going to be okay until Santana read the sign on the front door.
Closed for Easter be open again on Monday.
"God dammit it's fucking Saturday!" Rachel shouted as she read the sign after Santana had. She was wondering why Santana had stopped running, and now she knew. They approached the building looking in the windows seeing if there was any other way to get in besides breaking in. Rachel had just picked up a decent sized rock and was getting ready to throw it into one of the windows when a car drove up.
"Hi, can I help you?" The driver asked them, Rachel quickly dropped the rock and Santana turned around. The driver was a young, tall, blonde woman who happened to be the only one in the car.
"We're fine thanks." Santana lied.
"Really? Is that why you two were just about to break into my dad's gas station?" The woman laughed.
"No we weren't trying to break in... We were-" Rachel began to say but the blonde cut her off,
"It's no big deal. Let me guess you two were out camping, getting stoned out of your mind and then got lost out in the woods?" Rachel and Santana both looked at each other before the blonde continued, "It's no big deal, happens at least once a year. Why don't you come back to my place for a little bit, and then I'll take you guys back to your camp site?"
"Yeah sounds great." Santana said, "We were so worried, we've never been camping before. My name is Nichole by the way."
"Nice to meet you Nichole, my name is Brittany. What about your friend here?" Brittany asked.
"Oh my name is Lauren." Rachel lied just as Santana had.
"Well Lauren and Nichole hop on in." Brittany said and the two girls climbed into the backseat of her car. They drove for a few minutes before Brittany started asking them more questions, luckily Santana and Rachel had rehearsed an entire story of how they had met, where they were from, and everything else down to the last detail.
"Where are guys from." Brittany asked.
"I'm from Washington, and Nichole is from Arizona." Rachel fibbed.
"Oh I'm from Arizona too. What part?"
"Flagstaff." Santana answered.
"I'm from Phoenix." Brittany told them, "But my parents got a divorced and my dad moved up to Canada. Once I graduated from community college I moved up here to be closer to him." They pulled up to a small ranch style home. "Well here we are home sweat home." Brittany said with a smile.
"Hey there honey." Called a voice from the what Santana and Rachel figured was the kitchen, "Did you get the milk?"
"Yeah, and I also picked up some strangers." Brittany shouted back. "That's my husband, his name is Noah but he prefers to go by Puck. You guys can go a head and sit on the couch I'll turn on the T.V." She offered. Rachel and Santana sat down on the sofa and laid their heads back. It had been months since they had sat on something as comfy as a couch, and they almost began to drift off.
Noah... Why does that name sound so familiar? Santana thought to herself. Oh shit I graduated with him. Well maybe the hair cut and years will fool him, he wasn't the brightest guy ever.
"Okay lunch is ready! Come on back to the kitchen." Puck called out. Rachel yawned she had fallen asleep on Santana's shoulder. As the girls walked back towards the kitchen they noticed the immense amount of cat knick knacks and decorations. There was the strong smell of melted butter and cheese as Puck had made macaroni and cheese for lunch. The four of the sat down and started eating their lunch.
"So why did you guys decided to go camping?" Brittany asked them, Puck started staring at Santana and she could tell he knew something was amiss.
"Well I've been camping many times, but Lauren hadn't so I offered to take her." Santana lied off of the top of her head.
"I thought you said neither one of you had been camping before?" Brittany asked.
"I meant I had never been camping where I didn't stay at some sort of camp ground. You know really roughing it."
"You look really familiar." Puck said out of nowhere. Rachel choked on some of the water she was drinking. "You remind me of this girl I went to high school with; I think her name was Santana Lopez. I heard on the news she's broken out of prison and is now on the run with some prison bitch of hers." He laughed.
"Huh? I just have one of those faces. What crazy bitch that Santana must be though?" Santana laughed uncomfortably.
"Yeah psycho." Rachel laughed. They finished eating lunch and Brittany got up to clear the dishes.
"Why don't you guys get yourselves cleaned up." Puck offered, "Brittany said she saw you guys were caring back packs when she picked you up, I'm guessing there's clothing in it?"
"Yes." Rachel said, "I'll go out and grab them. Nichole you can take the first shower." And she walked out to grab their bags. The water was relaxing as it hit Santana's body, and being clean had never felt so good. Even though she took showers at the prison it still wasn't the same as having a private shower. She stepped out and Rachel walked into the bathroom to start taking hers. Santana started putting on her bra and underwear when there was a knock on the door.
"Just a minute." She responded. The person knocked again
"Who is it?" Santana asked this time.
"It's Puck. Can I come in?" He asked knocking again.
"One sec-" But he opened the door anyways.
"What the fuck? I said I need a moment." Santana snapped at him.
"Okay fine put your clothes on Nichole." Puck smiled. Santana put a pair of shorts on before Puck opened his mouth again, "I mean Ms. Lopez." Santana unzipped a compartment in her bag and whipped out a pistol.
"I'm going to splatter your head all over this bedroom if you even think about saying that again." She whispered pointing the gun at his face.
"Calm down, I'm not going to tell anybody. Really I'm not, I've got way too much weed in my basement for the cops to be snooping around out here. If anything I want to help you girls out." Santana put the gun down and put on a clean t-shirt.
"Why do you want to help?" She said avoiding eye contact with him.
"Because it's what your supposed to do when a friend is in trouble." He said, "For now though do you want to get baked out of your fucking mind?" Puck took out a bong from one of the drawers
"That would be really nice." Santana laughed, and then Rachel opened the bathroom door.
"Nichole why is your gun out?" She asked Santana beginning to panic.
"Relax Rachel. Puck and I were just catching up." Santana told her.
"Yeah you should really relax Rachel Berry, and take a hit from the bong." Brittany said stepping into the room.
"How do you know my last name?" Rachel asked.
"I saw you on broadway, you're way better than that Quinn bitch by the way." Brittany said.
"Thank you." Rachel said accepting the compliment. The other three walked out of the room and let Rachel get dressed before taking hits from the bong.