"I can't believe you dragged you me out into the fucking woods." Santana grumbles as she grabs their suitcase from the trunk. Rachel rolls her eyes as the trunk closes and takes Santana's free hand in hers.
"You agreed to this." She says while kissing Santana's cheek. Santana scowls as she looks over to the large wooden cabin a few feet from her.
Last year, Quinn suggested they utilize her cousins cabin in Vermont for a weekend. Santana isn't an outdoors person so had no intentions on saying anything other than no, but then Rachel was so excited...she just couldn't say no. Which is how she ended up here, hating her life and wishing she wasn't so set on making Rachel happy.
Santana sighs as she and Rachel begin to walk towards the steps of the cabin. Santana continues to scope out the place as the snow crunches beneath her feet.
"This is how every scary movie starts...and we all know the survival rate of people with my skin tone." Santana says as they climb the steps. Rachel shakes her head and walks ahead of her to open the door.
"Are you going to complain the entire weekend?" Rachel asks as she unlocks the door and walks inside.
"You know the answer to that." Santana says as she pulls the suitcase along with her. Shutting the door, Santana sits down the suitcase as Rachel turns on a light. Santana glances around the spacious room and nods to herself.
"Not bad. So when are B and Q supposed to get here?" Santana asks as she begins taking off her winter coat and walking towards the couch.
"They should be here in the morning. I'm not certain of the time." Rachel says as she rounds the corner, coming from the kitchen.
"Since I only agreed to this was because of the jacuzzi, it better be ready to go." Rachel rolls her eyes as she grabs Santana's coat from her hand then goes to a closet in the corner near the door and hangs up the garment along with her own.
"Quinn said her cousin came by and left firewood and other things we may need. Why don't you go explore and find out? I'll go get us settled in." Shrugging Santana walks off to explore the cabin.
Santana walks towards the kitchen Rachel just came from, noting the size of it then exiting out of a doorway, leading to the staircase that can be seen from the front door. Climbing the stairs, Santana walks through the hall and examines the four bedrooms, nodding approvingly to herself at the size and views of the rooms. After going back downstairs, Santana walks through the living room to the back of the cabin, stopping in front of the glass door to the deck. After finding a light switch on the wall, Santana goes onto the deck and smirks upon finding the jacuzzi.
Looking out into the snow covered wilderness before her, Santana feels a sense of calmness, deciding this may not be as bad as she thought it would be. Santana excitedly walks over to the hot tub and turns it on when she hears what sounds like footsteps crunching in the snow. Glancing out into the area before her, she carefully scans what she can in the darkness of the night. Shrugging and deciding it was probably an animal, Santana turns to head back inside but stops in her tracks upon seeing Rachel through the glass windows, standing in only lacy blue lingerie. Smirking to herself, Santana quickly walks back inside.
"Is this the real reason you wanted to beat Q and Britt here?" Santana asks as her eyes hungrily drag over Rachel's scantily clad body. Rachel gives her a sly smirk as she saunters over to the windows, exaggerating the sway in her hips and Santana is loving every second of it.
"Possibly." Rachel responds as she brings down the shade over the windows.
"Possibly? You definitely planned this." Santana says as she walks towards her girlfriend.
"I have no idea what you mean." Rachel says, smirk still in place as she closes the distance between them. Santana's hands settle on Rachel's hips as she leans in for a kiss, only to be rejected by Rachel pulling back.
"You're over dressed for the occasion." She says softly as she slides her hands under Santana's sweater.
Without saying another word, Santana quickly rids herself of the garment, tossing it somewhere behind her. Rachel crashes their lips together, their bodies melding together as she blindly leads Santana over to a couch. The back of Rachel's legs find the couch first and she falls backwards, pulling Santana with her ensuring their contact is never broken. Spreading her legs so that Santana can nestle between them, Rachel's hands begin to work on the button of Santana's jeans. Santana begins working on removing Rachel's bra when a loud bang from upstairs that startles her. Breaking their kiss, Santana's sits up looking around the room panicked.
"What the fuck was that?" She says as she looks around the room and towards the top of the stairs.
"I don't know! Go find out!" Rachel says as she looks towards the stairs as well.
"Hell no, you go check!" Santana sits next to Rachel and Rachel sits upright on the couch.
"I'm not wearing any clothes Santana. Something probably just fell." She says calmly. Santana rolls her eyes as she gets off the couch.
"Since you're so sure it's not an axe murderer, go check." She says as she grabs her sweater from the floor and puts it on. Rachel huffs as she stands from the couch then walks over to the fire place where she'd neatly folded her clothes and sat them in a chair.
"If you believe it's an axe murderer, why are you sending me by myself?" Rachel asks as she pulls on her pants.
"I...plead the fifth." Santana says with a sheepish grin. Rachel rolls her eyes as she puts her shirt on and begins to walk towards the stairs.
"Wait!" Santana loudly whispers then quickly creeps her way towards the kitchen. Rachel waits against the railing until Santana comes back, clutching a meat cleaver against her chest.
"Okay, let's go." She whispers with a firm nod of her head. Rachel shakes her head and begins to climb the stairs, Santana following closely behind.
"Where did -"
"Shh! Do you want the killer to know where we are? Whisper!" Santana whispers harshly after cutting Rachel off. Sighing, Rachel begins again but whispering this time.
"Where did the noise sound like it came from?" Santana looks from left to right then nods her head to the right.
Rachel nods as she goes to the right, glancing in the bathroom at the end of the hall she doesn't see anything out of the ordinary. They approach a closed bedroom door and Rachel opens the door and quickly turns on the light.
"I don't see anything." She says to Santana, who is standing closely behind her with the meat cleaver above her head, ready to attack at any moment.
"Then what the fuck was that noise?" Santana asks as she walks past Rachel and into the room. Santana walks along the bed then drops to the floor, looking beneath it. Once satisfied, she stands then walks over to the closet. Standing in a defensive position, she quickly opens the door to find nothing there. Sighing in relief, Santana lowers the knife in her hand as she closes the door.
"I think I found the source." Rachel says from the other side of the room. Santana hadn't noticed Rachel walk into the room and stand on the other side. Looking to Rachel, Santana sees her holding a decorative fish plaque that's normally on a wall. Santana's eyebrows knit as she looks at it, she didn't see it when she was on the floor.
"It was behind the nightstand. I'm assuming it fell from the wall." Rachel points to a nail hole on the wall above the nightstand and Santana slowly nods.
"Of course this fucking cabin would have that tacky ass thing. Does it sing too?" Santana asks with a roll of her eyes. Rachel shrugs in response and tosses the decoration on the bed.
"Now that that's settled, why don't we get changed and enjoy the hot tub you've been so excited about?" Rachel says as she walks towards the door.
"I need that right now." Santana says as she goes to follow Rachel but stops in her tracks when she feels a gust of cold air. Turning towards the window, Santana notices it's cracked slightly but doesn't think much of it and just closes it, making sure it's locked.
"We need a fireplace. This thing is fucking amazing." Santana says as she pulls her toasted marshmallow away from the fire and sandwiches it between her chocolate and graham crackers.
"I'll keep that in mind when we decide to buy a house." Rachel says after taking a sip of her wine.
Rachel and Santana enjoyed the hot tub for an hour then enjoyed a shower together before deciding to sit in front of the fire and embrace each others company.
"I gotta admit, even though this is serial killer central, it's a nice change of pace from New York so far." Santana says before biting the s'mores in her hand.
"I'm sorry...did you say something positive about this trip?" Rachel jokes and Santana rolls her eyes.
"What else is there to do here?" Santana asks as she picks up her glass of wine.
"Appreciate nature." Santana stares at her after receiving that response.
"Since when did you become a bohemian tree hugger?" Rachel rolls her eyes but can't help the chuckle that escapes her.
"I appreciate nature Santana, just not as often as I should. As we all should. We take it for granted." She responds and Santana shrugs as she begins to gently rock back in forth in her chair. Santana begins to respond when she notices the light in the kitchen begin to flicker. Noticing the confused expression on Santana's face, Rachel turns her head towards the kitchen.
"The light bulb must be going out." Rachel says and not a minute later, the light turns off. Curious, Santana stands and walks over to the light switch in the living room. Flicking it on, nothing happens and she curses under her breath.
"That's just fucking great. Guess I'll call Q and see if she knows about a fuse box or something." Santana says as she walks over to the coffee table and grabs her phone.
"Fuck!" She exclaims with an irritated sigh.
"No service." Santana says, walking back to her chair in front of the fire.
"Let's just see if it comes back on. At least we have the fire." Rachel says with a light shrug.
"How are you so calm about this? We have no service and no power. Prime killer bait right now." Rachel shrugs then giggles lightly.
"Maybe it's the wine? Just relax, San. You're not afraid of the dark, are you?" Santana rolls her eyes and begins to rock in her chair once again.
"Whatever, I just don't -" Santana stops talking when a shadow in the shape of a person passes the window. Eyes wide, Santana gets up from her chair and quickly rushes over to look out of the window. She isn't able to see anything and flinches in fear when she feels Rachel's arm brush hers.
"Damn it Rachel!" She accidentally shouts from fear.
"What?!" Rachel asks, startled by the outburst.
"You-ugh forget it. Did you see that too?" Santana says as she looks outside the window again.
"No, I was going to ask what you were looking for."
"I'm callin' it. Get your shit, we're going to a hotel." Santana says hurried as grabs her cell phone and turns on the flashlight.
"Santana, you're being paranoid." Rachel says calmly as she goes back to her chair.
"You want to stay in this creepy ass cabin, I won't stop you. I'm going to a hotel and I'll see you in the -" Santana's words are cut off by a loud screech coming from the kitchen. Rachel quickly stands and rushes to Santana's side as she walks backwards until her back is to the wall.
"What was that?" Rachel whispers, her voice shaky and hands trembling as they latch on to Santana's arm.
"Shh." Santana says. They sit in silence until footsteps can be heard in the kitchen.
Santana slowly and quietly tries to make her way towards the door to the deck until there's a slow knock on the glass. Santana and Rachel instinctively jump backwards and Rachel lets out a gasp of surprise. Santana's breathing becomes shorter as her eyes dart around the dark room. Both women freeze in place as they look at the masked person on the other side of the glass door, dressed in all black and holding a machete in their left hand.
"Oh my god! This isn't happening, this isn't happening!" Rachel mutters to herself as her grip tightens around Santana's arm. Rachel glances over to the kitchen where a tall individual, dressed like the one outside, is walking past the staircase and towards them.
"Shit!" Santana says with alarm as her eyes dart between the two dark figures. The person outside turns the doorknob and walks inside. Santana's eyes narrow as the person closes the door and stares at them.
"What do we do?" Rachel whispers to Santana.
"Run." Santana says in a calm and even tone.
"What?" Rachel asks in shock.
"Or you can just tell Britt and Q they can knock it off." Santana says as she stops pretending to be afraid and glares at Rachel.
"What? I didn't – we're – ugh!" Rachel sighs as she gives in.
"How did you find out?" Quinn says from underneath her mask at her spot near the deck door.
"You can't prank the master. But nice try, I appreciate the effort." Santana says with a smirk and begins to move towards the taller masked individual.
"I knew all about this little stunt before you even got the training wheels off. You guys are amateurs." Santana snickers as she stands next to the dark figure who still hasn't revealed themselves. Quinn pulls off her mask and tosses her fake knife at Santana, who just barely dodges it.
"You fucking suck! I need payback for all the fucked up pranks you've pulled over the years."
"Try harder. I can't believe you'd do this to me, of all people." Santana says, directing her attention to her girlfriend.
"Why not? I've fallen victim to many of your pranks over the years. Just last month you fed me chocolate covered peppers! It was time you learned your lesson." Rachel says with a small shrug.
"They were pepper filled strawberries but oh well. Better luck next time." Santana says smugly with a taunting laugh as puts her hand on the masked persons shoulder.
"B, it's over you can take off the mask." She says as she turns towards the person but before they can respond, there's a knock on the front door. The room shares curious glances until Quinn makes her way to the door and opens it.
"I thought we were coming through the front door? I couldn't get in." Brittany says as she walks past her wide eyed girlfriend and into the living room.
"Brittany?!" Rachel asks in astonishment.
"What? Who's that?" Brittany questions.
The entire room looks at the person Santana is standing next to and Quinn and Rachel feel their blood run cold. Before anyone can react the masked stranger grabs Santana and places her in a choke hold, holding a knife near her face. The three women scream as Santana struggles in her assailants arms. Once Santana's neck is secured in the bend of their elbow, they point the knife out towards the other women.
"Just let her go, I'll give you whatever you want! Don't hurt her! Please?!" Rachel pleads teary eyed as she takes a cautious step forward. Feeling bad, Santana taps the arm around her neck and they release her.
"Baby don't cry. It was just a joke, I'm sorry." Santana says as she quickly move to Rachel and tries to pull her into her arms.
"I'm confused." Brittany deadpans from her spot in the living room.
"Take off the mask." Quinn says as she walks towards the masked figure. Nodding, the person pulls off their ski mask and smiles sheepishly at the women before him.
"Hey guys, before you get mad, San made me do it." Mike says, looking to his friend who is currently getting an earful from her girlfriend.
"That is not funny! It's just plain cruel!" Rachel says angrily.
"Like making me think we were going to die, is a nice joke? You can't be mad at me about this. You started it!" Rachel rolls her eyes and huffs in defeat.
"Let's just call it even? I won't prank you anymore and we can forget this ever happened." Santana offers with a slight shrug.
"You wish I'd give up that easily. This isn't over." Rachel says firmly to which Santana nods.
"Fine, but I gave you an out. Remember that." Santana then turns back to the rest of her friends.
"Thanks Mike even though you threw me under the bus, I expected it. I'll give it to you guys, you definitely put in some effort. The random noise upstairs, the lights, sneaking around outside. I like the dedication." Santana says in an approving tone.
"We didn't go upstairs." Brittany says and Santana furrows her eyebrows.
"Drop it B, you can't freak me out." She says and Quinn shakes her head.
"No one is messing with you. We weren't upstairs. Mike?" Quinn asks and all eyes fall onto him.
"Don't look at me, I got here maybe 30 minutes ago." Rachel and Santana share a worried look before looking at their friends once more.
"Then, who was upstairs?" Rachel asks softly and pales at the response she gets. Rattling, thumping and crashing suddenly come from upstairs, causing Quinn and Rachel to shriek.
"Nope!" Santana quickly grabs Rachel's hand and darts outside with two screaming, blonde haired women following quickly behind.
Mike laughs as he watches his friends scurry out of the cabin and continue running until they're out of sight. Smiling to himself, he shouts up the staircase.
"They're gone!" Soon, Tina comes into his view at the top of the stairs, a victorious smile on her lips.
"Yes! Serves them right for not inviting us." She says as she slowly comes down to the ground floor.
"You know it was all just a prank from the beginning right?" Mike asks.
"Yeah, but Santana has pranked all of us. We should've been in on this revenge scheme." She says once she's standing next to Mike, who shrugs in response.
"When do you think they'll be back?" He asks and Tina shrugs.
"No idea, but there's a free hot tub not being used right now." She says smirking at her taller counterpart.
"Indeed. After you M'lady." Mike bows, his right arm outstretched towards the deck door.
"Let's hurry before they figure it out." Tina scurries towards the deck as Mike closes and locks the front door.