He's Doing Something To Me

Once again the entire glee club minus Santana were sitting or standing in the kitchen. Santana had fallen asleep after Mr Schu had cleaned her up, so Finn carried her downstairs where they could keep an eye on her. She was completely passed out on the sofa in the living room so that Brittany could watch her from her position in the kitchen. 'Mr Schu this is really bad.' Quinn said after a few moment s of silence. 'We need to leave now, not wait for tomorrow when that freak is meant to let us out.'

'Yeah Mr Schu, how do we know he didn't plan for this? If he is even gonna come back?' Mercedes reiterated her earlier point, and Mr Schu was very close to being convinced.

'I know, alright guys. And I agree that we have to get out of here.' He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead in frustration. He felt incredibly guilty because this whole trip was his idea. And whose to say Jeremy didn't do some research when he mentioned the school name?

'So, what now?' Finn asked.

'Now, we look for a way out.' Mr Schu stated. 'Brittany, Quinn,' they looked up. I want you to stay with Santana.'

'Okay, Mr Schu,' Quinn agreed, squeezing Brittany's shoulder.

'And everyone else, lets spilt up. But I want at least one guy in every group and no one goes anywhere alone. Is that clear?' They all nodded, Quinn and Brittany promptly going in to the living room as everyone else figured out groupings.

'Don't worry Brit, everything is going to be fine.' Quinn tried to reassure her as the dancer lifted her girlfriends legs up placed them on her lap as she sat down, Quinn taking the single sofa opposite them.

'Yeah, I'm just really scared.' Brittany smiled but Quinn knew tears were forming just behind her eyes.

'Santana's strong, okay, she's gonna be fine.'

'But look at her Quinn, she's in all this pain and I cant help her.' Brittany was crying openly now, trying to muffle her sobs as much as possible so that she didn't wake Santana.

'Brit, trust me okay. You are helping her. As long as she knows you're with her she'll be fine.'

'Okay.' Brittany sniffed, and then Santana moved beneath her. She rolled onto her back and Brittany saw her face, she was sweating and her brow was screwed up. She was in pain again. 'Quinn, what's happening?' Brittany asked, panicked.

'I don't know.' Quinn responded, moving from her seat to kneel next to the Latina. 'Santana?' She put her hand on the girls forehead. 'Okay, she's burning up. Hang on.' Quinn promptly got up and went to the kitchen, running a towel under some cold water.

'Santana, wake up.' Brittany whispered, running her fingers through her hair, as Quinn said, reminding Santana she was there for her. All of a sudden Santana's body went rigid, her hands balling into fists and her teeth clamping together. 'Oh god!' Brittany cried, moving out form under her so that she could lay flat on the sofa. Her body started convulsing and then her eyes shot open. 'San?'

'B..Brit..' She tried to smile, but something stopped her, tears forming in her eyes instead as she looked directly above her. There, smiling down with a crooked grin on his face, was Simon.

'Santana, San what is it? What's going on?' Brittany sobbed.

'It's, it's him…. Brit, he's….' She swallowed hard, eyes still looking ahead. 'He's here.' She finally whispered.

'Okay, it's okay,' Brittany tried to comfort her, but she was so scared herself and didn't know what to do. 'Quinn!' She yelled. 'Quinn help me!'

'Brit,' Quinn came running into the room. 'Brittany what?' But then she saw Santana.

'It's Simon, she said he's here and he's hurting her again Q.' Brittany was speaking rapidly, calming her down was out of the question so Quinn just moved closer to Santana, trying to figure out what to do to help her.

'Hey San,' She smiled down at her. 'I need you to try and relax, can you do that?'

'No Q, he's, he's right there.' She continued to look up. 'Cant you see him? The fucker is right there!' She cried.

'Okay S, can you move?'

'I.. I dunno, he's doing something to me, I cant…' She drifted off, her body tensing once more. She let out a small cry as Brittany watched on in horror. Santana felt like her body was in a vice, or some sort of death grip. Then Quinn though of something else she could do. She stood up confidently and did a scan of the room.

'Simon, I know you're there so you need to listen to me.' She shouted, looking around herself continuously. 'You have to stop this shit! All you're doing is hurting her and she's not the person you're mad at. If you weren't such a selfish prick you could have married someone who loved you for you, and not had to pay for someone to put up with you. It is not Santana's fault that she was born into that family and you need to let it the fuck go and move on. Enough is enough so get over yourself and go into the fucking light!' She shouted. Brittany staring at her in awe. And Santana's body relaxed. She let out a sigh of relief as she saw Simon vanish, his face had turned sour and his pride looked wounded, but he was gone. Brittany ran to Santana's side and pulled her into a hug. Her body was shaking and she was covered in a cold sweat, but she was back to normal. Quinn smiled at them and let out a long breath, not sure that that was going to work.

'Quinn, that was..' Brittany started, Santana finished for her.

'Really bad ass.' She grinned, and Quinn let out a burst of laughter.

'Are you okay?' Quinn asked, smiling as she walked over to the girls.

'Yeah, I think so.' Santana replied, looking up at the blonde. But then Quinn saw something shoot through Santana's eyes. Pure fear. 'Quinn, move!'

'What?' Quinn was confused.

'Just run! Get out of here!' Santana cried, trying to get up and push Quinn out of the room, but the pain that still came from her back was too much. Simon was back. He was standing behind Quinn and was moving towards her. 'Quinn! He's behind you! Just go!' Santana shouted, but it was too late. Simon had latched onto Quinn's shoulders, pulling her up and away from Santana and Brittany.

'Quinn!' Brittany yelled, but all they could do was watch. Simon then released her, sending her flying into the bookcase on the other side of the room. Simon turned back to Santana and smiled once more before disappearing, hopefully for good this time. Quinn then let out a groan as she rolled onto her back.

'Quinn!' Santana yelled, struggling up and over to her with the help of Brittany. 'Shit, are you okay?'

'Peachy.' She smiled, trying to push herself up. The shelves had smashed in on themselves, leaving books scattered all over the floor. Brittany left Santana to lean against a table as she helped Quinn up, seeing a trickle of blood running down her left arm. Just as she got to her feet, Mr Schu and a few other glee members came into the room.

'What the hell happened?' Their teacher said, walking over to them and studying the wrecked room.

'Simon.' Quinn stated as she brushed herself down.

'Is everyone okay?' He looked them over, Mike had walked over to Santana, allowing her to lean against him so that she didn't fall over, whilst Tina and Mercedes went to the other girls.

'Mr Schu, she's bleeding.' Mercedes pointed to Quinn's arm.

'Okay, I'll get the first aid kit, but in the meantime can you guys let them know what we found?'

'Sure Mr Schu,' Mike smiled at him as he left the room.

'What did you find?' Santana asked, clutching onto the tall boys shirt.

'A way out.' Tina smiled. 'Well, we think so, we have a plan on how we can get out, but we need to wait for everyone to get back and they we're going down there.'

'That's good news then.' Brittany grinned, pulling Tina into a sideways hug.

'It's only good news if it works Brit.' Santana smiled sadly. It killed Brittany to see her girlfriend so negative, but she guessed that Santana just didn't want to get her hopes up. The lower you're expectations, the less it hurts when they aren't met.