A/N: For my dedicated & loving readers, thank you so much for all your reviews, alerts and favourites.
The Disclaimer: I do not own Glee on which this is based. I also do not own Little White Lie, which some of you have noticed, this is based on also. If you haven't seen Little White Lie it's better than this story, I assure you and it has Darren Criss in so go forth and youtube! If you have, I hope you're not too mad that I didn't say earlier but I didn't want to ruin the story for y'all, and hit me up and let me know how you think it compares. From here on out however, this is entirely my own because we didn't see what happened after Sami found out about Tanya & Kevin.
So without further ado I present another chapter of Hit and Run, post LWL, and I hope you enjoy and review and remain faithful.
With love, your RoseFleur x
"How do you know Santana?" Rachel pressed the girl, eying her suspiciously before murmuring, "It was you. You ran over Sam and drove away."
She raised her voice, point accusingly at Santana and shouting,
"You hit your friend in your big silver car," which she then noticed was parked by the side of the road, "and you drove off and left him to die. That's why you're so obsessed with Save Sam, because the guilt is literally plaguing your mind every day and you can't get the sight of his disgusting, twisted body in the road behind your car, out of your head."
"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" cried Santana, covering her ears and crumbling to the floor. "Okay, I did it! It was me. I panicked and I just kept driving. I'm sorry, but you don't know how this has affected me. I feel sick to my stomach every day at school, I've not slept for weeks, tossing and turning, the memories of him haunting my dreams and creating them into nightmares. You've got to help me Rachel, I don't know what to do, I'm a mess."
She sat in the road, her head in her hands, sobbing softly to herself. Rachel had never seen her like this. Santana was such a strong, confident woman and here she was, broken and destroyed. She battled with an internal decision.
Would she turn Santana in and ruin her life, yet get justice for what she had done to Sam?
Or would she hide what Santana had done and pray for a miracle for Sam?
She sighed and sat down in the road beside Santana. There was also the matter of if Puck found out. There was no denying it, if he knew he would absolutely flip. He might even do something he regretted, and then two people's lives would be destroyed.
"What's going on out here?"
'Uh oh…' thought Rachel. Perhaps her grand plan of Puck never finding out was screwed. She couldn't cover up a crying Santana with a blasé wave of the hand. Santana Lopez never cried. This was a well-known fact. And here she was curled up in the middle of the road, rocking backwards and forwards with tears streaming down her face. Yes, this, she definitely could not hide from Noah.
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"What's going on here, Rachel?" He asked again, looking down at the two girls. One, sat crumpled in the road, sobbing uncontrollably, mascara dripping off her face. The other sat beside her, wrinkling her nose as if struggling with a decision. He stared down at her, his eyes boring into her until she was forced to look up at him.
She gazed at him, her face a mixture of hope and guilt.
"Rachel?" He pressed again.
"It's really nothing, a girl thing," she attempted, losing optimism as each second passed, "Maybe you should go back inside?" She offered.
"Rachel." He repeated, seriously and with the face of someone who was not backing down.
She hated that face; she felt an awful squirm in her stomach and she knew that she could not hide it from him. He always managed to get secrets out of her. She stood up and took his hand, leading him away from the weeping Santana, to a little patch of grass out of earshot.
"Don't freak out," she began, holding his palms in hers.
"I'm not freaking out. Do I look like I'm freaking out?" He retorted, with a look of someone who was indeed 'freaking out'.
"Yes." She said frankly and continued, "I don't know how to tell you this…" She trailed off, but knowing he was going to reply with something like 'you can tell me anything' and he would stroke her face and she would melt inside, she pressed on, "You know the car accident? Sam's car accident? It was… Santana hit him."
There was silence.
"Santana?" He uttered the single word in shock. "That Santana?" He pointed.
"Yes, that Santana." She replied exasperatedly, "Please don't be angry?"
"Angry?" He questioned in an unnaturally high voice, "I'm not angry. I'm furious. I am going to rip each fake hair from her head until she feels the exact pain that she has caused."
"Now Noah," Rachel reprimanded, "That's a bit of an overreaction. Santana is our friend too, and it's important that we help her to come to terms with her actions and take appropriate responsibility."
"She should go to jail!" He yelled, waving his arms around infuriatedly.
"Noah!" Rachel chided, "She is a very broken girl right now, I mean look at how it's affected her. Do you ever, have you ever, seen Santana Lopez cry?"
"No," Puck admitted simply.
"Exactly," responded Rachel, "Therefore, we must encourage her to do the right thing and turn herself in. It is not going to be easy at all. But she will get the appropriate punishment that she deserves, and that, Noah, is far better than you attacking her hair extensions."
"I suppose you're right," he deemed.
"Of course I'm right," smiled Rachel, shaking her head at him, "You said it yourself, I'm always right and there to talk sense into you."
"I did say that."
"Yes you did."
She sighed deeply, relief flooding over her.
"So you're not going to hit her?" Noah shook his head, "Or report her until she's ready?" He shook it again, "And you will support her until she does turn herself in?" He nodded. "Good." She finished.
She took his hand and said, "I'm really proud of you Noah. This shows a real maturity in you."
"It's because of you." He replied simply, "You've made me such a better person." He leaned down to kiss her swiftly on the mouth but she put a hand delicately on his chest and told him, it was not the time.
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"Santana?" questioned Rachel, approaching her shaking form which was now resting on the pavement, her head between her knees. "Santana?" She repeated, keeping a firm grip on Puck's hand.
"We're, we're not going to turn you in."
Santana lifted her head and looked up at the pair. Her flawless skin was broken in spots, mascara had drawn big black streaks down her face, and her wide brown eyes were filled with tears.
"You're not?" She choked out, her voice breaking slightly.
"No, we're not." Puck confirmed, rewarding him an encouraging squeeze from Rachel. She cleared her throat and said,
"We're going to support you and stand by you, until you're ready to confront this yourself and take responsibility for what you've done."
Santana jumped up and looked determinedly at Rachel. "I can't do that. I can't tell anyone! Imagine what will happen to me? I killed a boy!"
"You don't know that San," Puck murmured, using her old nickname as a reassuring comfort. "We're going to pray and hope that he wakes up soon."
"Rachel," Santana turned to face the girl she once threatened and teased on a daily basis, "I can't do it now. If he wakes up I'll do it then."
"Okay," said Rachel nodding her head, pressing her hand to Puck's to placate him from doing anything stupid. "Sounds good to me. And we'll be there Santana." She smiled comfortingly and Puck nodded jerkily.
"You've been so nice to me Rachel, and all I've ever done is be awful to you. I've tormented you and taunted you and you totally didn't deserve it. I'm so sorry." She gave her a watery smile.
"Don't worry about it," Rachel whispered and took Santana's hand in her free one, clutching it hearteningly.
Santana turned to look at Puck and said, "You can have him; he's all yours. He was never mine anyway." She smiled again, expelling a little dribble.
Rachel nodded a 'thanks' and said "Come on, let's get you inside and clean you up."
And she led her back into her home.
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