Really sorry that i keep getting distracted - Trust me if i could spend all day reading and writing fanfiction, i would be more that happy. Unfortunately that must remain a wishful dream as bothersome necessities such as food and heating remain an issue. If you haven't read anything by chaoticspaces i would recommend it with all of my words because their stories are really REALLY addictive and beautifully written.

-SometimesShitHappens-

This trip is so different than mine to say the least. The McCarthys hadn't even resisted that much - especially after the vague explanation of Initiation. Just like last year, Evans and Boy-Chang sing and Ti sits in the passenger seat and teases when she can. Unlike last time, those in the back - now including Quinn - are splayed out in all of the room that was filled with people. I drive quietly, nibbling on the inside of my lip as i go. By now we should only be about a hour to my destination and the sun light is slowly fading into the west. Every so often, my eyes drift from the road to the passenger on my right - as they are right now. A small smile rests on her pink lips, one i have come in the past few months to associate with a sort of content laziness. Above her lips is her nose, complete with that little bump in the bridge. Every time i have deconstructed her face in my mind i have wondered how the little imperfection came to be. Not that i do that often. I mean not like a lot or anything. It is just kind of-

"You should really watch the road better." My eyes snap back to the road at the soft quiet voice. Heat courses up my neck and into my cheeks at the realization that she just caught me staring at her. A light airy giggle surprises me into glancing back to her. I don't think i have ever heard this from her. Usually her laugh is very sarcastic, but this one is so . . bubbly?

"Sorry, just thinking." I cover quietly before sliding my eyes back to the road.

"About?" Her question somehow sounds both nonchalant and sincere at the same time. I squeeze the wheel in my hand, trying to decide on what to tell her. "You can tell me if you want." She says as if my decision was obvious to the world - or at least to her.

"I was just er. . wandering how you uh. . broke your nose." The words spill ungracefully out of my mouth in a very not-like-me way. She touches her nose lightly right at the bump as if remembering. While i am completely surprised at the question i had just sort of blurt out, she seems almost like it was the least of what i could ask.

"A few years ago two of my friends got in a fight with a man who was kind of like our dad." Though i am not looking at her, i hear the sadness in her memory. "I kind of got in the middle of it and got burned. Or broke i guess." She scoffs cooly at the bad joke she made. The knuckles on my right hand touch lightly to hers searching for a way to comfort her. After a second of hesitation, she sends me a small smile of thanks before wiggling her pinky into mine. Clearing my throat i open my mouth in attempt to continue this.

"I kind of get what you mean," my voice sounds different than normal. I almost sound nice - something foreign to nearly everyone. "My cheer coach was bat shit crazy, but i took a lot of shit for her from the squad." I want to slap myself for saying something like that. It sounds so self centered. Instead she just squeezes my pinky a little. Neither of us move our hands so we just sit listening to the silly buzz of argument coming from the back.

"Do you miss it?" She asks after a few minutes. I am kind of surprised by her invitation to conversation.

"Kind of. Not enough to want to go back though." She nods and i shift in my spot. "What about you? With your kind-of-dad and friends i mean."

"They separated. Will, the 'kind-of-dad', hasn't talked to the friend he fought with since then. The other friend and i just stopped talking to both because neither of us want to get anymore involved than we already are." She seems as surprised at her admittance as i was to my own.

"How much longer?" Quinn's voice breaks through the haze. I catch her smirk in the mirror and scowl at her smugness. Clearing my throat, i look out to the side of the road. Deciding it is good enough, i swerve into the grass, throwing everyone against the wall at the surprise lurch. Stomping on the break, my passengers fly forward without control again. I catch Quinn's glare in the mirror to which i just smiled innocently.

"Here." I announce daintily. Beside me Ti bursts out laughing. My cheeks warm again as she releases the death grip on my pinky. I can't fight back the grin that forms itself onto my lips.

After everybody exits the car, they start moving in the direction i pointed towards. Finally, it is just a still blindfolded Madison and Mason and then myself. I allow silence to fill the air as i watch the last of the sun light disappear.

"Santana?" Madison asked quietly from where she and Mason were standing.

"You can take the stupid pillow cases off." I murmur gently. They pull them off of their heads. Both sets of dark hair are frizzy and tangled from the cases. "Good Luck." The second the words leave my mouth, i am off. Running harder than i ever have, i let out a short shout - warning both my friends and my hope-to-be-legacys of where i am.

Every thing fades around me except for the heat that pumps through my legs in complete opposition to the quickly cooling air around me. Keeping more to my toes, i bound over the uneven ground beneath me. As the trees around me thicken, i slow enough to allow them to catch up enough to watch me. Jogging through this wooded area, the sound of slowly moving water pushes me once again into a sprint. The ground beneath my feet evens out to be pretty solid and flat - just another thing reminding me of last year. The only difference is that last year i jumped over the gap. This year i would jump into the gap. With a sly grin and a glance over my shoulder to make sure they can see, i throw myself over the edge.