After a few minutes of Brittany cuddling and a few groans from Quinn's part, the blondes are walking down the road, hoping to find some sort of civilization on the way.
It's been thirty minutes and when the road finally ends into a forest, Quinn suddenly knows why no one in their right mind drives down it. She should have paid attention to the road signs she passed up. Brittany wouldn't be freezing her butt off and Quinn wouldn't be feeling like a complete idiot. With a groan, she turns back around and begins walking again. She really doesn't want to blame Brittany because she's the one that drove them since Brittany was too tired to drive. Brittany was an excellent driver and she wouldn't have made this mistake.
"If Santana were here, she'd know what to do. Santana always has a backup plan ready." Brittany pouts. Quinn chooses to ignore her because come on, Brittany is suggesting that Quinn can't do anything about this and it hurts her but she doesn't let it show. She hates it when Brittany compares her to the brunette almost as much as she hates Sam for breaking up with her.
Five minutes pass and Quinn is fuming. All Brittany talks about is Santana and its driving her insane. She knows that Brittany misses the brunette but it's just making her mad and a little jealous. This road trip was supposed to be about them but somehow, Brittany always drags the Latina into it.
And she isn't even here with us!
"What does Santana have that I don't?" Quinn cuts Brittany off, anger evident in her tone. Brittany stops walking, and turns to look at the shorter blonde, a sad smile gracing her lips. Now Quinn feels horrible. She feels like an idiot for losing her cool but she genuinely wants to know what the Latina has that she doesn't have.
"She knew before I even knew." The taller girl replies with barely a whisper. If it weren't so quiet around them, Quinn would have missed it. Brittany walks ahead, leaving Quinn completely speechless. Her eyebrows scrunch up, completely confused. She takes a moment to figure out what Brittany is talking about but her head begins to hurt. Quinn always tries her best to be in the loop of her two close friends but somewhere between sophomore and junior year, she completely lost them.
"Brittany.. wait." Quinn pleads. She tries to catch up with the taller girl but she just walks faster. "What do you mean she knew before you knew? She knew what?"
Brittany sighs and continues walking with a little more pace. "It's nothing Q. Can we just forget about it? Please?"
She doesn't want to forget about this conversation, but the look on Brittany's face is so desperate, she'd rather kick a puppy. With a sigh, Quinn lets it go. Her head is spinning and she's majorly confused. She knows Brittany and Santana are hiding something from her but she doesn't want to dwell on it for too long. She takes a mental note to ask Brittany about it later once she forgets about it.
Which she probably won't. Brittany is good with remembering things like this.
A few minutes pass and the silent treatment from Brittany is driving her insane. Brittany is never this quiet. It's putting her on edge because she knows the taller blonde is mad at her. She just doesn't know why.
"So what's up with you and Santana?" Quinn tries to break the silence. "Why didn't she come with us?"
Brittany stays silent for a couple of seconds, putting her shivering hands into her jacket pocket.
"We're best friends Quinn. Like you and I are. She didn't come because I asked her not to." Quinn stops walking and scrunches her eyebrows in confusion. Wherever Brittany was, Santana was always there. And vice-versa. She could've sworn they had a not-so-subtle thing going on with each other. It wasn't like Brittany to ask Santana to not be there with her. They were like twins who completed each other's sentences and laughed at inside jokes together. Whatever. Quinn's getting a headache from it. This whole thing with Brittany is confusing her.
"So why ask me to come with you? We haven't hung out alone ever since…. " Quinn trails off, putting her hands in her pocket and kicking the cracked road with her boots. She doesn't want to finish that statement. Thinking about Santana is horrible. Thinking about Brittany and Santana is even worse. She was friends with Brittany first and it wasn't fair to Quinn.
"Santana." Brittany completes.
They stay silent until they reach Quinn's car again. She unlocks her car and reaches for the blanket and hands it to Brittany. She opens her trunk and opens the cooler inside. She reaches for her backpack and puts a few bottles of water in it and closes it. Quinn really doesn't want to abandon her Mini Cooper but she has no choice. She has to think of Brittany's safety first. The sooner they find help, the sooner they get to be on the road again.
When they find an old house a few miles further, Quinn contemplates on knocking. She has a bad feeling about this. I mean come on, who knocks at an old house anyway right? Brittany is shivering inside of her blanket and Quinn is getting worried it might snow later. She swallows down her fears. It was now or never. She has to be strong for Brittany.
"You stay here. If anything happens to me or if you hear anything Britt, run. I want you to run as far as possible.'' Quinn instructs. Now Brittany is pouting and Quinn looks away. She must not give in.
"What if something happens to you? I can't just leave you here.'' Brittany argues. Her heart melts because that is just the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to her. She wants to cry but instead she smiles a huge smile.
''I'll be right behind you B. Don't worry. I promise I'll be right behind you.'' She assures. She takes a deep breath and begins slowly walking down the old driveway. She really really has a bad feeling about this but she swallows it down. When she reaches the porch, she begins knocking at the door.
"Hello? Is anyone home?" Quinn questions, banging on the door. "Our car broke down and we really need help. And it's freezing." When there's no sign of life, she jiggles the doorknob. It's locked. She peaks through the windows but the dirt and dust is thick and she can't see anything. "Fuck." She silently curses and begins walking down the driveway again.
When she walks a couple of yards down, she hears something squeaking from the house. She turns around to look and when she doesn't see or hear anything else, she turns back around and begins walking again. She hears a gunshot and sees the terrified look in Brittany's face.
That's the last thing she remembers before she falls to the ground.