Episode Four
"So where are you two thinking of going too?" Uncle Joe asked taking a chair across from them. Santana shrugged her shoulders, looking at Quinn and back at her Uncle. "Where ever really." She replied. She really had no idea where they were heading to; all she knew was she had to leave Ohio leave all the bullshit and Quinn had to do the same. They both didn't know the reason why one other wanted to do this but they just assume to ask later. Santana was just glad she didn't have to do this alone. She couldn't have done this alone even when she was with Brittany she was thinking of doing this, of course doing it with her. But now it's different, now she's running away with Quinn Fabray. The person she never got along with and now they agreed to runaway together. Quinn wanted to run away with her. Santana was just drunk at that moment and she spilled the idea and Quinn was the one to hear it.
Flashback
Santana stumble a bit when she got off the couch way to fast. "Shit." She mumble to herself. She lean herself back against the wall, trying to stop the dizziness. She put the red cup on her lips and took a sip, smiling when she saw Brittany come in the room. Her smile faded when she enter the room with Artie. She let out a sigh and took another sip. "Fucking blows." She said to herself, walking through the crowded living room.
Santana stumble outside, trying to get out the jam doorway and took a deep breathe of the fresh air outside. Fresh air for sure helped her stop the dizziness a bit. After she adjust a bit, her eyes fell onto the blonde who was sitting on the steps of the porch, her legs up against her chest, her arms wrapped around them tightly and her forehead rested on her knees. Santana looked around to see if anybody was out there and looked back at the girl and notice her shoulders shaking a bit. It was clear as day that the girl was crying so with a sigh Santana walked over to her.
Quinn jumped when she felt warm skin brush against her own. She looked up to see Santana, she quickly wiped her tears to hide the fact that she been crying. Santana was going to be the last person that sees her cry. Santana took a last sip of her drink and threw it on the grass before connecting her brown eyes with the hazel eyes next to her. "What's up with you?" She asked. She was pretty good at hiding her drunkenness in her voice but her body gave it away. Quinn nodded her head. "N-nothing." She said, about to get up but the Latina quickly stopped her. "Don't try to hide it, plus I'm drunk, I'll probably won't remember shit so either spill it or I'll go all Lima Heights on your pale ass." Quinn rolled her eyes playfully and let out a small laugh. "Tell me Q, if it's about a guy I'll go kick his ass, I got your back." Santana said earning another small laugh from the Blondie. "Okay Tana, let's get you home, your way too drunk to know what your saying." Quinn said, getting up and grabbing Santana by the arm to help her up. "What I'm fine, tell me what's up." She finally slurred out when she got to her feet. Quinn put Santana's arm over her shoulder and guided her to her car. Quinn helped Santana in the passenger and she walked to the other side and got in the driver's seat. "Your keys." Quinn demanded, putting her hand out for the keys. Santana reached for her pocket and pulled out her keys and handed them to Quinn
"So tell me, please." Santana said after a while. Quinn rolled her eyes, knowing the Latina wasn't going to drop the subject until she got an answer. "I'm tried..." Quinn simply said, keeping her eyes on the road. "Of?" Santana asked, feeling a little confuse at Quinn's statement. "Of all the bullshit here, at school, with people and at home." Quinn admitted, feeling a little better getting it off her chest. She never verbally said it out loud and it felt good. She didn't like to tell people what she was thinking nor feeling but she figure since the Latina was drunk that she wouldn't remember anything by the next day. "I feel you on there..." Quinn raised an eyebrow at her. "You do?"
"Yeah, all that fucking bullshit, y-you know what we should just runaway and never come back, just me and you… fuck Brittany, fuck Puck, fuck Sam, fuck Finn, fuck everybody." Santana said, her eyes dropping a bit. Quinn chuckle a bit, taking it as a joke. "Your kidding right?"
"Nope, I always wanted too."
"Your just drunk, you have no idea what your saying S." Quinn loved the idea but she thought Santana was just drunk and saying shit. "Quinn I'm serious, let's do it." Santana said, sounding more serious.
Quinn pulled into her driveway and Santana climbed out. She lean down to look at Quinn. "Take my car; come to my house in the morning."
"Why?"
"Were running away Blondie." And with that she shut the door.
Quinn didn't believe a word Santana was saying but the next day Santana called her and that's how it basically all started.
End of Flashback
"Earth to Santana." Quinn said, snapping her fingers in front of her face. "S-sorry." She looked back at her Uncle. "Umm... Okay, well as I was saying you have to have an idea to where your going and how much your going to spend because your money will eventually run out." Uncle Joe explained.
"That's true, how much money do you guys have all together?" Juan asked, taking a sip of his soda. Quinn and Santana looked at each other and looked back at Juan. "Well I have 600 in cash and about 300 in my secret bank account that mama doesn't know about or papi." Santana replied. "I have 800 in cash and 900 in my back account." Quinn then replied. "Show off." Santana joked making Quinn roll her eyes playfully at her. "So that equals too..." Juan trailed off trying to figure it out. "1,700 dollars." Quinn finished for him.
"Dumb ass." Uncle Joe said making the two ladies laugh a bit. "Whatever." Juan mumble. "Is that enough?" Santana asked, feeling a little worry. "Maybe, you just have to spend it carefully, it'll last you a couple of weeks tops." Her uncle replied and got up, walking over and grabbing a locked box that was hidden in between a gab. He opened it and took out rolls of money with a rubber band around them. He slide them to them. "Here that's about 3,000 dollars." Santana tried to give them back and he shook his head. "Santana take it, I don't want you girls to worry." He insisted and Santana gave him a nod with a thankful smile. He pulled out a small black pistol and a small pepper spray. "Be careful with the gun, there's a lot of creeps out there and you'll need to protect yourself." Quinn suspicions of Santana's Uncle being a gangster grew. She was still thankful that he was doing all this for them. Santana stood up and walked over to him. "Thank you Tio, really you don't know how thankful I am." Santana gave him a tight hug which he gladly returned, lifting her up the ground a bit. "Welcome mija." They both pulled away and shared a warm smile. "I know how it is to be judge and being drown by all different shit, so if your both sure that this is what you want to do then I'll help you to a certain extend." Quinn nodded her head and looked at Santana with a sweet smile before looking back at him. "Were sure." She reassured him. "Good."
"Wait I want to give you guys something too." Juan said before jogging up to his room. "What's he getting?" Santana asked. "Who knows mija, he's a weird boy." Uncle Joe replied. After a couple of seconds Juan return. "Here." He handed her car keys and Santana raised an eyebrow. "I want you to take my old car, I hardly use it and it's in perfect condition, Big Joe helped me repair it for you-" Santana cut him off by plugging herself onto him, kissing his face. "Thank. You. Your. Amazing." She said between kisses. "Save those for Quinn, dios mio." Juan joked as they pulled away earning a punch on his arm. "I'm just playing, come I want to show you two the car." They both nodded their heads and followed Juan out to the back yard. Juan pulled off the blue sheets, revealing a black classic tuck ford. "It's like your car Juan, but black." Santana said with a wide smile, admiring the beautiful car in front of her. Quinn couldn't believe how much these people were doing for them just so they can run away. It still felt like a dream for her a good amazing dream. It was too good for all this to be true.
After a while of talking and laughing they decided to go to bed since they had to wake up early the next day. Once they were ready for bed they both laid down and let out a relaxing sigh. They laid face to face, just looking at each other in comfortable silence. "I'm so happy I agree to this." Quinn whispered, breaking the silence between them. Santana nodded her head in agreement. "I'm happy you did too." They both shared a smile and without thinking Quinn moved closer to Santana. Her face buried into the nape of Santana's neck making the Latina's breathe hitch in her throat when she felt the Blonde's heavy warm breathing hit her bare skin. Santana decided to let it go since she was way too sleepily to do anything about it. She wrapped her arm around Quinn's waist, pulling her closer before falling asleep to Quinn's uneven breathing.