Note: I'm so very sorry I didn't update this sooner! Things have been a little hectic, and with so much stories going on I ended up putting this on the back burner. However, when I read some of it back last night I got inspired to write another chapter. I know it's been a while, but I hope you still enjoy.

Quinn POV

The trip to New Hampshire seems to last forever. Whenever I look outside all I see is trees, patches of sand, maybe a pedestrian every now and then. We've had our laughs so far but I can tell everyone's getting tired, because it's been pretty quiet this past hour. I think about offering Rachel to take the wheel, but with Santana sleeping and resting her head on my lap… I can't bring myself to move yet. I smile as I gently run my hand through her hair, yet I stop myself from placing a kiss on her lips.

It sucked that I couldn't do anything, and yeah, I know it was my own choice. I'm at a point where I can't deny my attraction to Santana, I can't ignore my feelings. Even though I've gotten this far, I'm not ready for everyone to find out. I'm not ready to face the questions when I don't even have the answers yet.

I like Santana.

Admitting that sounded weird, at first. With all our history this used to be unthinkable. Then I kept repeating it, over and over in my head. I start to get used to the idea, I accept it. And still, I'd be fooling myself if I think that's the only question needing to be answered.

Yes, I definitely have feelings for Santana. Does this mean I'm into girls? Am I a lesbian? Am I bisexual? The thoughts are overwhelming. When I was little it all seemed so clear, I'd grow up to marry a good Christian man, we'd start a family and I'd still have both of my parents. They would've been proud of me and… well, we'd live happily ever after. When you paint a certain picture of the future, it's hard to let go. Never have I really thought of myself with another girl, let alone Santana Lopez. She is certainly not the good Christian man I had in mind.

She's different, however.

I still don't understand how she managed to throw my world upside down just like that, and maybe I never will. All I know is that she makes me feel special, in a way that no man ever has before. With Santana, it isn't so much about the words as it is about the small gestures. It's what her touch does to my skin, setting it on fire, calming my nerves but at the same time driving them crazy. It's what her laugh does to my senses. It's in the way she looks at me, reassuring, knowing. She understands me without having to try. Isn't that what I really want?

In a way, it's simple. If it were just her and me on this planet, I wouldn't have questioned anything. I would've been free from the pressure to please others, the ones that want to label things. I would never have to please my parents. But heck, I've already done a good job screwing that up anyway.

I know I have a lot to figure out, but whatever's going between me and Santana… it's enough, for now. It definitely makes me that much more grateful we're on this trip. I guess we all have things to figure out.

"Quinn." Rachel's voice shakes me out of my thoughts.

"What?" I say as my eyes meet hers through the mirror.

"Is Santana asleep?"

I look back at Santana, she stirs a little but I'm pretty sure she's still asleep. "Yeah," I tell her. "Why?"

"Because I'm pretty sure she'll get mad at me when she figures out we're lost."

"We're lost?" A slight rush of panic comes over me.

"I… I wanted to tell you earlier, but I thought if I just kept driving I'd find the main road again. Maybe it's –"

"We're lost," I repeat to myself as I arch my eyebrows. "I can't believe this."

"Well Brittany read the map to me, and she's asleep now," Rachel tries to reason.

In all fairness, with Brittany reading the map I'm pretty sure we'd gotten lost either way. "So now what? Do we pull over and ask for directions?"

"I don't know, I mean I've been trying to look for someone but these roads are like abandoned."

I look around, and even in broad day light there's not a soul to be found. Where the hell were we?

"Let me see that map." I slowly reach forward, hoping not to wake Santana. She groans and I'm not sure if she's still sleeping, but finally I manage to get a hold of the map.

"Quinn…" Santana suddenly mumbles out quietly. Her eyes slowly flutter open and I'm met with a lazy crooked smile. I can't help but chuckle at the sight, it was adorable; trust me when I say I never thought I'd use Santana and adorable – without the slightest hint of sarcasm – in the same sentence.

"Hey," I whisper softly.

"What's going on?" she asks.

I quickly glance over at Rachel and I can tell she's panicking. "We – we're just taking a little detour," Rachel says with a clearly forced smile.

"Detour?" Santana frowns. I support her as she tries to sit upright, and when she finally looks out the window her frown deepens. "Berry do not tell me you have gotten us lost."

"We're not lost, we're… a little off track. No big deal," Rachel tries to explain casually.

"You see this is why we should've just gone to Miami or something," Santana mutters. "Where the hell are we? I swear to god if we get killed by some insane redneck with a shotgun or a chainsaw I'm blaming you!"

"I'm sorry Santana but it's not like I did this on purpose!"

"How long have we been lost?" Santana asks with a deadpanned expression on her face.

"A – an hour, or something like that I'm not sur –"

"An hour?!" Santana yells out in disbelief, and it surprises me how she could go from peaceful sleeper to fiery Latina in no time… but not really. Even though things between us were undeniably different, Santana was still Santana.

"Santana calm down," I tell her, but by the look of the twitch in her eyebrow I can tell it's not working.

"How am I supposed to calm down when we're lost in the middle of nowhere Q?! Rachel you should've told us, God I can't believe you!"

She looks like she's about to launch herself onto Rachel, so I quickly sneak one hand away to rub up her thigh, and she gasps in surprise.

In shock, she turns her head to look at me.

"I said… calm down." I playfully quirk my eyebrow at her.

She inhales, trying to compose herself before narrowing her eyes at me. She mouths an "I hate you" to me and I can't help but laugh.

"What's going on back there?" Rachel asks, fortunately still distracted by the road.

"N – nothing," Santana stutters and I realize I still haven't removed my hand from her thigh. Right before Rachel looks into the mirror again I pull away my hand in one swift move. She looks at us with a suspicious frown, so I simply smile at her and nudge Santana to do the same.

"Just… let's try and find the main road again… okay?" Santana says with a sigh.

"Okay…" Rachel replies, somewhat skeptically.

I grin at my accomplishment before taking a look at the map, trying to look for something familiar. "Where are we…" I think aloud.

"If we knew that we wouldn't be lost," Santana mutters. I catch her scowling at Rachel through the mirror.

"Come on Santana, I said I was sorry," Rachel speaks up.

Santana responds with a huff, but I decide to ignore it as I try to get a better read of the map. After a little while, I think I discovered where we were. Hopefully I was right so we could get back on track.

"I think it's that way…" I say as I point at the upcoming road to the right. Rachel nods quietly before taking the turn.

As we drive down the road still in hopes of reaching the main road, it's awfully quiet in the car. The radio's gone dead and I look over at Santana and I can see she's still trying to stop herself from scolding Rachel for getting us lost. Rachel keeps shifting uncomfortably in the driver's seat.

I realize after spending this much time together, tension's bound to come out at some point, and with Brittany still fast asleep there was no one to really lighten the mood. So, Rachel tries to take the role on herself. She suddenly starts humming a melody and I could've sworn I heard Santana grit her teeth. I know her knee's still bugging her as well, and I wish I could just kiss her so she'd relax.

Rachel thought this was a good moment to add words to the song she was humming. "Once upon a time… a few mistakes ago, I was in your sights, you got me along… You found me, you found me, you found m –"

"Stop." Santana groans, glaring at her through the mirror.

Rachel stops singing and I catch the hurt look on her face. I can't help but feel bad for her, so eventually I softly start singing the chorus.

"I knew you were trouble when you walked in…" I smile at Rachel through the mirror and she slowly returns the expression before joining in again.

"So shame on me now…"

I look back at Santana with a small smile, pleading for her lighten up.

"Flew me to places I'd never been."

"Seriously," Santana frowns at me.

"Come on S."

She shakes her head before turning to face the other way. I look back at Rachel as we exchange an apologetic look, but suddenly we notice Brittany stirring. It looks like she's slowly waking up, and I'm really hoping she is.

"Where are we," Brittany asks, slowly but surely opening up her eyes.

"We're… on our way to get back on track," I explain.

"We were not on track?" she asks, looking back and forth from me to Rachel.

Santana scoffs and I roll my eyes at her. "We just got a little lost, but I think we're heading the right way now," I continue.

Brittany nods but then something seems to hit her. "I – I'm sorry, I was supposed to read the map…"

"It's fine…" Rachel quickly assures. "We'll get there."

"Sorry…" Brittany nonetheless apologizes again.

I shoot her a sympathetic smile.

"Uhm…" Brittany starts.

"What is it?" I ask her.

"I don't mean to be annoying but… I have to pee."

Rachel raises an eyebrow. "Again?"

"It's been three hours," I say with a shrug.

Rachel hesitates. "But there's no gas station or anything in sight. If you really have to go you're gonna have to do it in the woods."

"In there?" Brittany asks while looking outside, a little frightened by the sight.

"Well it's all we have Britt…" I say.

"Can you wait then?" Rachel asks, but Brittany shakes her head.

"Just pull over the damn car." Santana's voice suddenly chimes in, but the grumpy expression on her face remains.

"Fine," Rachel scoffs.

A moment later we pulled over at the side of the road. Brittany hops out of the car immediately, but she hesitates before moving again. "What if someone sees?"

"I hardly doubt that, I haven't seen a car in over an hour," Rachel assures her as she gets out. Then she looks back at Santana, who still sat with her arms folded across her chest. "But if you need anyone to spot you I can come with you."

Brittany nods in agreement, and with that she walks off together with Rachel. I remain in the car with Santana, finally getting a little alone time with her.

"Can you stop acting like a sourpuss?" I tell her, and she turns to look at me with a hardened expression. "Rachel feels really bad you know," I continue.

She glares at me for a little while longer, but finally she softens a little. "I know."

"What's bothering you then?" I ask, slightly frowning.

She sighs before resting her head on my shoulder. "I'm just tired, my knee's hurting, we got lost, I can't even kiss you…"

"I'm sorry." I put my hand up to her cheek, forcing her to face me. I press a light kiss on her lips as she leans into the touch. I can feel her muscles relax a little and as I pull away a smile creeps to my lips. "Better?"

Finally, a small chuckle escapes her. "Much."

"You're still an ass though," I tease, and this time it earns me a laugh from Santana.

"I have issues okay?"

"I'm just saying, it couldn't hurt to play a little nicer."

"This coming from the former head bitch in charge?" Santana chuckles.

I playfully narrow my eyes at her. "Watch it Lopez."

"What are you gonna do Fabray?" Santana teases, her eyes staring into mine.

I smile at her before leaning into another kiss, our noses still grazing as we part. Even though this was all pretty new to me, I find myself thinking… I could get used to this.

I'm pretty sure Santana's mood has picked up when Brittany and Rachel approach the car again.

"I see you didn't get lost," Santana says to Rachel as the girl crawls back into the driver's seat and Brittany takes place next to her.

"Okay you know what, that's enough Santana, I told you –"

"I was kidding." A small smile forms on Santana's lips, and I can see Rachel's still not sure what to make of it.

"I… I'm sorry. I overreacted and I apologize."

Rachel frowns before exchanging a glance with Brittany. Hell, I don't know what that meant.

"That's… okay. I'm sorry too. I should have said something when I noticed we got lost," Rachel replies with a timid smile.

"So we're cool?" Santana asks.

"Yeah," Rachel nods with a grin. "But the next time you act like that I'm making you walk."

"As if," Santana huffs, and Rachel starts the car again.

"If that happens I'll walk with you," I whisper to her with a smile, hoping no one noticed.

A little while later, we actually made it to the main road. We were all relieved when we finally saw other cars, a form of life. I have to admit, I was a little scared we'd end up spending the night in the middle of nowhere.

As we continue to drive I can't help but feel a little cold. I must've quivered, because Santana clearly noticed. She reached over and pulled out a blanket, making sure it covered the both of us.

I smile at her as I can feel her hand grabbing onto mine underneath the blanket. I give her a light squeeze before we both eventually fall asleep, leaning against each other.

It was the safest I'd ever felt.

Note: I struggled a little, diving back into this story (I feel like my writing's changed?) but I hope the outcome's still enjoyable. Let me know what you think!

And of course, happy sunday!