I've decided that I should make another chapter today instead of tomorrow, seeing as this story has gotten 0 hits today and only 20 yesterday. Or there's something wrong with my computer, which wouldn't surprise me seeing as it's a piece of crap. Also, I have nothing else to do. I'm thinking I'll have one or two more chapters than I said last time.

Santana was driving at only about 30 miles per hour. It was raining even harder now, her windshield wipers furiously wiping at the rain beating against the windshield. Beating. Santana didn't want to think about that word right now. She stepped on the gas until she was driving at the speed of 70 miles per hour. She knew that this was dangerous, but she had to help her best friend. She didn't know exactly how, but she knew she had to.

Santana found it strange that there weren't any police cars coming after her. Puckermann's probably stolen another ATM, she thought to herself. She silently thanked Puck and his criminal record.

Santana looked up and saw a sign reading "Maple Road". This is it, she thought. She just had to turn and drive a little ways down, and then she would be at Brittany's house.

She jumped when she heard police sirens behind her. She swerved sharply at the corner, almost missing Maple Road. She picked up more speed, until she was almost sure she would crash her car. Adrenaline pumped through her body. Santana felt like she was in one of those car chase scenes in a cheesy action movie. As she grew closer to Brittany's house, she felt triumphant, as if she had beaten all of them: the police, Brittany's dad, anyone who would ever lay a finger on Brittany.

Until she saw it.

There, in Brittany's driveway, was her father's car.

Santana knew that that her best friend was in danger, and that she had failed her by not getting there in time. Why did she need to get coffee? Couldn't she have waited until later?

And Santana soon realized, as her car spun out of control, she was in danger too.

And I'm going to leave it just like that! Bwahaha, I'm evil! :P I might update later tonight or tomorrow morning… or next week. Sorry for the very short chapter, hopefully the next one will be longer. And not much dialogue… but there was nobody for Santana to talk to so…

And you might be wondering why Santana didn't just call Brittany, because that would have been a hell of a lot quicker, but let's just say it's because she didn't have her phone with her.