Part 11

'Hey, Finn,' Mercedes shouted from the back of the line. 'Are you sure this is the right way?' She and Kurt were struggling at the back, the terrain getting rougher and more difficult to navigate.

'Erm, I… I think so, I mean I'm sure we came somewhere near here.' He didn't sound very convincing, and no one was buying it.

'What the hell man, we're fricken lost aren't we?' Puck said, putting a hand on his team mates shoulder and spinning him around.

'Yeah, I think so.' He said quietly.

'Jesus Finn, why didn't you say something sooner?' Kurt shouted, looking down the line at everyone.

'Because, I though I could get us out of here. I didn't want you guys to worry.'

'Didn't want us to worry?' Sam said sarcastically, 'Look at the stuff that's already happened. How can we not be worried out here?'

'I know, alright. I'm sorry.' He sounded defeated, and the next thing he knew, Santana was coming to his rescue.

'Hey, lay off him alright, he tried.' She said, sending a small smile in his direction which he gratefully accepted.

'Fine, whatever, but we need to make a plan here.' Mike pointed out.

'What plan other than keep walking straight could we come up with? I mean we're bound to find something if we keep walking, even if it is no where near our cars, and at least we'll be out of these damn woods.' Rachel stated firmly, as she took Finn by the hand.

'Okay, lets go then.' Puck said, leading the group off, leaving Finn standing beaten and kicking himself in the grass.

'You okay San?' Brittany asked as she and her girlfriend were walking hand in hand in the middle of the pack.

'I'm fine B.' She smiled, but somehow Brittany didn't believe her.

'You sure? I mean do you still feel sick?'

'Yeah I do B, but I'm okay.' Brittany squeezed her hand, and then turned around to Quinn and Sam.

'What about you Q? Do you feel okay?'

'Yeah, well I think I feel better than San,' she joked, causing the brunette to chuckle at her.

'I'll bet you do.' She smiled, stepping over a rock and leading Brittany over it afterwards.

'Do you remember any more?' Sam asked, stepping over the same rock after Quinn, 'I mean it's been a while now, has anything come back to you?'

'No, apart from the fire. It's like we've just blacked it out.'

'Yeah, like someone just wiped out the whole experience.' Santana added, and as she stepped over a fallen log, she turned her head to the side. What she saw was enough to giver her the spark she needed, the spark to relive some of what happened.

The trees were flying past them, Santana looked over and saw Quinn next to her, panic on her face. But they weren't running, they were being pulled, through the forest by the man who had found them. She saw Quinn was trying to speak, or shout, or something, but Santana couldn't hear her. They were moving too fast, it was all happening too fast. And then she landed with a thump on the floor, in a new clearing that they hadn't been in before. She felt Quinn land behind her and then turned around to face the blonde. 'What the hell was that?' She asked, exhaling heavily as they tried to catch their breath.

'I have no idea Q?' And then they looked around. There was a house. Or a cabin. It seemed old and all of the trees around it had been cut down. The paint was falling off of it and the front steps looked like they could cave in at any moment. And then the man was in front of them again. He moved like a ghost, creeping towards them his decaying fingers playing at his sides. Santana looked up and into his eyes once more, seeing them smile back at her and Quinn. And with a roar of anger he came at them once more, snarling and showing off his sharp, rotten teeth. They screamed.

Santana snapped back out of it, stumbling as she became slightly woozy, and falling backwards off of the log she was climbing across. 'Santana!' Brittany cried, trying to hold her ground as the brunette fell into her arms. Luckily Quinn and Sam were right behind them, and they all stayed upright.

'San are you okay?' Quinn asked, coming round to the front of the girls. Sam stayed behind to support them, as Brittany gently lowered Santana onto the floor, her legs not being very trustworthy.

'I'm okay, I….' she looked at Quinn, 'doesn't this place feel familiar to you?'

'No, should it?' The blonde looked confused as the rest of the glee clubbers gathered round.

'What the hell happened?' Rachel asked, looking worried.

'I'm fine,' Santana shrugged off all of their concerned looks and focused back on what set off the flashback, the clearing. Brittany helped her up and she gingerly made her way through the trees.

'Santana, where are you going?' Lauren shouted.

'Over here, there's something here.' She pushed herself through the trees, everyone following closely.

They walked behind the distraught Latina as she made her way through the foliage, stepping through fallen leaves and over rotting logs. And then she stepped into the clearing. She stood in shock for a moment, surveying the area as the rest of the glee club stepped in behind her. 'You're going to tell me that you don't remember this place Quinn?' Santana said sarcastically, as they all looked at the strange, dilapidated cabin in front of the. It was exactly like Santana's vision.

'I think I would remember this place.' The blonde replied, standing next to Santana and grabbing a hold of her hand.

'Well, whatever guys, we need to keep moving.' Finn said, not wanting to stop for too long.

'No, come on. We have to find out what happened to us.' Santana said as she began walking towards the building.

'What! Santana no, this is a bad idea.' Brittany pleaded, running after her.

'No, B it's not. We need to know.' Quinn agreed with the brunette, and followed her, Sam by her side.

'Fine, but I'm coming with you.' Brittany called, as she jogged up to fall in step next to her girlfriend.

'Guys what the hell?' Puck shouted, as he and the rest of the glee club stood watching four of their members walk slowly towards something that seemed terrifying.

'Just wait there okay, we're just going to see if it jogs their memories.' Sam said, 'we'll only be like ten minutes, I swear.' Some of the glee clubbers gave small nods whilst the four of them finally reached the front door.

Walking up the steps was, treacherous, to say the least, but they made it. The wood was cracking and moaning underfoot, as Santana reached out her hand to push on the front door.

1914 - The Cabin, Blaire Woods

He knew what he had to do. He knew what she needed him to do. The wind was howling through the thin windows of his cabin, making the wood bend and moan under the pressure. He was sitting by his desk, sharpening various objects and placing them neatly down. 'She needs me, she needs me.' He repeated, over and over whilst he rocked himself. His eyes were tired from being open for so long, too long. He needed to sleep, but he couldn't. not until he was free, free of her. Forever. The fire popped and crackled beside him as he picked up a long metal pole, allowing the fire to soak into it, melting it ever so slightly, and then he moulded into shape. The rest of the cabin was dark and uninviting, he was trapped in this place until it was over, until he had done as she asked. And the only way he could do that was by helping her kill. She needed to kill, needed something from people, girls, that she couldn't get anywhere else. She needed to be alive again. The man's eyes had become vacant, repeating the same task year after year, but only occasionally finding the right sacrifices for her. Only those who he marks are suitable for her, that was his job.

Present Day - The Cabin, Blaire Woods

The door to the cabin creaked open after Santana gently pushed on it. Swinging inwards to reveal darkness, only small streams of light from the windows attempting to light it up. If anyone was home it was apparent that they didn't want the company. 'Santana come back for a second, let me go first.' Sam said, as he moved to the front of the line and carefully surveyed what he could see. Which wasn't much. He took a step inside and was closely followed by all three girls, Brittany was at the rear and had grabbed a hold of the back of Santana's hoodie. 'What are we looking for exactly?' Sam asked, once they were all standing in what they assumed was the living room.

'I don't know, anything really.' Santana said. 'Why don't you take Q to look over there, me and Brit will go this way.'

'Okay, but one sweep round and then we're out.' He agreed, taking Quinn by the hand.

It was relatively normal looking, well, as far as creepy cabins in the woods go. There was furniture, pictures all around, and it looked like someone was living there. It had to be the man from earlier, with the white eyes. Who else would be crazy enough to live out here? Santana and Brittany were walking to the back of the house, towards the kitchen, when the blonde stopped. 'What is it B?' Santana asked, walking back to her.

'I just, I don't like this place.' She looked terrified.

'I know, me neither, but I need to try and remember. Please help me B.' The blonde nodded, and grabbed Santana's arm. She would do anything for the Latina, and she knew Santana would do the same if the roles were reversed.

Sam and Quinn were wandering through the other side of the house. They had passed the bathroom and we're headed towards the bedroom. 'You okay?' Sam asked, as he saw Quinn wrap her arms around herself.

'Yeah, this place is freaky, that's all.'

'Totally, but do you recognise it? Santana seemed to.'

'No, I have no idea.' She said, as they pushed open the bedroom door and walked slowly in. Again, it looked like a normal bedroom. A double bed, a wardrobe and a bedside table with a lamp on it. There must have been some kind of power running through the place for that to work. Sam went round to the table and opened the drawers, nothing. Quinn went over to the wardrobe and tentatively pulled it open, again nothing. 'There's nothing here.' Sam stated after a couple of minutes. 'Lets go find the others.' Quinn nodded and they got up to leave. But on their way out of the room they heard a scream. 'Brittany?' Quinn though out loud, and then they ran to where the scream came from.

They barged into the room right at the back of the cabin, the kitchen, and saw Brittany with her back against the wall next to them. 'B, what happened?' Quinn said, putting her hand on the blonde's shoulder. 'Where's San?' All Brittany did was point, to somewhere around the corner, her eyes fixed forwards. Quinn followed the line of her arm and then turned to Sam. 'Stay with her okay?'

'But Qui…' he began, but she had already tiptoed forwards.

'Please, just stay with her.' She whispered over her shoulder, and he said nothing else. She peered around the corner and was looking into a second kitchen, dirtier, with a vague rotting smell, almost the same smell as the man. 'Santana?' She whispered, slowly stepping further round the corner. But before she could properly see the room a dark haired figure stopped her and pushed her back into the other room. 'San, what the hell!' She cried, the Latina pushing her back to where Brittany and Sam we're standing.

'I'm sorry Q, but you.. You do not want to go in there.' She had tears streaking her face, and was shivering. Which was odd because it was a warm day.

'Why not?' She asked, worried at the Latina's reaction to what she had seen.

'Please just trust me.' She whimpered, and then looked at Brittany. 'B, Brit are you okay?' She said, walking over to her. 'Brit?'

The blonde nodded unconvincingly, as Santana pulled her into a deep hug, tears from both girls staining their tops. 'I'm sorry you had to see that B, I'm so fucking sorry.' She sniffed, pulling back and then looking at Quinn.

'Santana, what is in there?' Santana looked at Sam, and then and Brittany.

'Could you take her out to the others Sam? Wait for us there?' He nodded without question, but Brittany had a firm grip on the Latina's arm. 'B, I'll be out in a second okay, I need to talk to Quinn. Okay?'

'Promise?' The tall blonde asked.

'Of course,' she confirmed, planting a gentle kiss on the blonde's forehead, having to stand on tiptoes to do so, and then she let Sam lead her out of the building.

'Santana?' Quinn looked into her eyes as soon as the others were gone.

'It's, it's bad Q.' She was starting to cry again.

'What is it?'

'I opened the fridge and there, there were jars of..' She paused.

'Jars of what?' Quinn persisted.

'Of blood, and parts of,' She stopped and put her hand to her head, 'His fridge is filled with parts of fucking people.'

'Oh my god, are you sure?'

'Yes Q, I'm fucking sure. The whole kitchen wreaks, just like he did.' She started to pace, the blonde looking more and more worried at her behaviour. 'There's so much blood.' She said finally, before sliding down the same wall her girlfriend was just leaning against. Quinn knelt down in front of her, putting her hand on her knee. 'That could have been us Q.'

'I know.' She whispered quietly, incredibly scared of that fact. 'But why wasn't it?' She realised out loud. 'I mean, he had us. We were out cold for ages so why are we not..' She couldn't finish the sentence.

'Maybe,' Santana put her hand to Quinn's neck, lightly touching the burn as not to hurt the blonde. 'Maybe this has something to do with it.'

'So he's what? Marking us for later? Come on S.'

'Well what else could it be?' Her voice was louder, stronger than it had been a few moments ago.

'I have no idea,' Quinn sighed, standing up and hauling the brunette with her, 'lets just focus on getting the hell out of these woods.'

'Yeah, right.' Santana agreed, as they started to head outside.