Quinn sobbed against Santana's chest as they heard the front door slam. They had less than twelve house to pack and clear out of the house Santana grew up in and Quinn had lived in since Beth. She let out a deep breath as she tightened her grip on the blonde. Santana looked up when she saw movement from outside her still opened door. Carlos was lurking in the shadow, he looked sad as he watched his sister try to comfort the other girl and stay strong as everything was being taken away from her.
Quinn pulled away, looking at the Latina. "What are we going to do?" She whispered, wiping her eyes.
"I'll figure it out." Santana nodded, kissing the blondes head. "Go shower while I start packing." Quinn got up and went into the bathroom adjoining Santana's room. Santana pulled her shorts on under the blanket and got up out of the bed, she pulled her hair into a ponytail and wiped her eyes. "Go away Carlos."
"Santana…" He started, entering the room a little bit. "I didn't want this to happen. I didn't know she'd do that."
"Yes you did," Santana sighed as she pulled duffle bags out of her closet. She started shoving her's and Quinn's clothing into the bags. She kept focused as she shoved as much as she could into the bags, clothing, blankets, shoes. "You knew what was going on. You could have prevented her from coming in here."
"Santana you shouldn't be doing this." Carlos whispered, "You shouldn't be liking this. She's a girl, she's not even catholic and she had a baby!"
"Dude, like it fucking matters!" Santana yelled, "I love her, god why the hell can't you be happy for me?"
"Because it's wrong." Carlos pleaded, "Baby-sis… come on. Mom will let you stay if you ditch her."
"Well that's not going to happen. We'll figure it out Carlos, don't worry about me." Santana rolled her eyes and closed the door. She rested her forehead against the door and took a deep breath, she turned and looked at her room. She walked over to her bed and grabbed the collapsed boxes she'd been storing there since before Quinn came to live with her. She put one together and started filling it with her and Quinn's belongings.
"Where'd you get the box's?" Quinn asked as she walked out of the bathroom in a towel.
"I had them, just in case." Santana replied, quickly removing all the books off the self. She finished one box and started opening the next.
"Why?"
"I'll tell you later okay? Get dressed and help me finish packing." Quinn nodded and pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a teeshirt. She quickly helped Santana put together the boxes and fill them up, once five were filled and the room was nearly empty the Latina grabbed a locked box from the top of her closet. She set it down with her book bag before grabbing fresh clothing out to change into. She silently slipped into the bathroom as Quinn finished packing her things. After a shower she changed into jeans and a thermal with her hair tied up and reentered the bedroom. She started carrying the boxes down to her car, luckily she had convinced her dad to leave her the truck instead of Carlos when he left so she packed up the back of it. In a record amount of time, Santana's whole life was packed away and stowed into the car. She went up to her room for the last time and grabbed her pillow, shoving her baby blanket in it as she turned to Quinn. "We should go." The blonde nodded and held tightly to her own pillow before following the latina out of the room. Santana quickly grabbed some granola bars and water from the kitchen and threw her house keys on the counter before they headed out into the truck.
They were silent for these they drove. Santana's mother had found them close to 11 in the morning, and now it was getting almost eight at night. Quinn's eyes were falling shut as Santana drove.
"Are you hungry?" Santana asked, looking quickly over to her girlfriend.
"No." Quinn whispered, "Where are we going?"
"I don't know yet." Santana said honestly. "It's getting late. I think we should just… stop for tonight."
"Stop where?" Quinn yawned, looking around as Santana put the truck in park. "Where are we?"
"Do you remember that part we used to practice at? In cheerios?" Santana asked as she reached through the window and grabbed her bed blanket out of the box.
"The one outside of town?"
"I'm sorry. You deserve better than this, I'll fix it in the morning." Santana sighed pressing the pillows up against the windows. She locked the car doors and pulled the blankets onto of them. Quinn cuddled into the Latina's chest and clutched her top. "Don't be scared, okay."
"I'm not." Quinn whimpered, "I'm sorry. This is all my fault."
"It's not." Santana said. "Trust me baby, it was a matter of time."
"Is that why you had the boxes?"
"Yes," Santana hesitated. "I ran away once when I was 11. Then again when I was 13." She sighed, running her fingers through the blondes hair. "My dad was home and he and my mom were fighting. He threw a lamp at her and it hit me, I ran away. I slept under the playground picnic table. I went home, they never even noticed I was gone."
"Why did you have money stashed in the closet."
"Incase." Santana held her closer, "Quinn, go to sleep we'll find somewhere to go in the morning." Quinn nodded and sighed into the girls chest before they both fell into a restless sleep.
(Where should they go to live? Does Santana have a sister who lives away? Does Mr. Schue or Sue take them in? Let me know!