On the day of the reunion, Santana heaved herself up onto her elbows, pulling the covers over her head as if she was hiding from the world. She didn't have the strength to get out of bed, let alone travel all the way to Lima to confront her past.

Santana had no idea what had happened last night as she stayed in her room from five o'clock onwards, with only a bottle of vodka to keep her company. Maybe Quinn invited some body over, she didn't know, Quinn certainly hadn't informed her of this visitor. Santana had been oblivious to the world on this night, swigging vodka, eating potato chips, becoming more and more dreary by the minute. She heard nothing from down stairs, no clues to who was down there, if she was honest she forgot her own name.

Santana climbed out of bed, she stood up and her body started to sway. Her head felt as if it were about to explode and the whole room seemed to be spinning. After at least a half hour of standing completely still willing this awful feeling to pass Santana collapsed onto the bed telling herself she must never drink alcohol again. She groaned and said to herself, "WORST HANG OVER EVER!"

Santana slept for another hour and when she woke from this deep, restful sleep she knew that if she didn't get up at that very second she was never going get ready in time.

She tugged on some smart clothes, combed through her brunette locks and slapped on some make up. She shoved the door open moodily and marched through into the kitchen area. Quinn was stood in the kitchen flipping some pancakes high into the air, Santana watched as one of the many flimsy pancakes stuck to the ceiling, half of it hanging down limp and lifeless. She laughed almost falsely. Quinn turned around, her hair bobbing on her shoulders.

"Hey you." Quinn said smiling.

"Sup." Santana yawned.

"You ready to go sleepy head?"

"Yes, ha-ha."

Sam Evans marched into the kitchen much to Santana's surprise.

"Hey girls. How's it going Santana?"

"Fine." Santana finished rather sharply.

Sam frowned, and then shrugged his shoulders. Quinn hugged him in front of Santana making the young Latina turn away and frown angrily.

Quinn and Sam released each other from their tight grip. Sam cleared his throat sensing Santana was uncomfortable. Santana felt a pang of anger when ever Sam touched Quinn. At one point Santana stomped towards the two and placed herself in between them. It was their turn to be angry. Sam wriggled out of Santana's grip on his arm and glided across the room to the sink. He poured himself a glass of water and drank it down as if he had been deprived of water for years. Quinn pushed her hair off of her face and said quietly, "Umm, when are we setting off? The reunion is in like 4 hours and I expect there will be a lot to do when we get there... so...lets go." Sam and Santana both looked at her and nodded not daring to say a word.

After an hour of sheer awkwardness, the three relocated to Sam's small car. Santana and Quinn both squished in at the back, as Quinn thought she owed it to Santana to at least spend a little time with the girl. Sam sat alone at the front turning around every so often to glance at the ever so pretty Quinn. He couldn't help but notice the looks Santana was throwing at him.

Santana kept quiet the whole journey through, whilst Sam kept his eyes on the road and Quinn played temple run on her phone. Later on in the journey Sam announced they were an hour away, Santana snarled at him feeling the anger boiling up inside of her, "I know. I checked like a second ago." She informed him. He nodded hating her. Quinn was oblivious to any of these goings on and just smiled down at her phone. Ten minutes later both Santana and Quinn drifted off to sleep snoring as they did so.

Sam stopped at a gas station when they were ten minutes away loading just enough gas into the tank that would last them for the whole journey back. Santana wasn't the only one who was asleep, Quinn was snoring in the back too with her head laid across Santana's lap. Sam sighed as he stepped out the car and headed over to fill up the gas in the car. He had only been driving a short while yet it seemed as if filling up the gas tank was a thing he did daily. He glanced back at Quinn as he went to pay for the gas.

He wandered back with a pack of potato chips in his hand, he munched on them alone in the car before he began to drive off.

As he drove through the big tunnel just before Lima he noticed Santana stroking Quinn's hair and drawing circles on Quinn's face. He frowned at her and looked right at her trying to get her attention. Santana snapped her head up when she felt his icy glare on her, she closed her eyes and desperately tried to drift off back to sleep. There was no taking that back.

After a while Santana fell back asleep