Time Passed

It had been three days now. They hadn't been out of the room once since they were brought here, and there wasn't even a window to let in sunlight or air. It was showing on their faces, all paler than they were supposed to be, and the only food they were given was dry bread or packs of chips, twice a day along with one bottle of water to share. They hadn't seen Jerry any more, but Doug had paid them another visit. Santana pissed him off to no end, and kneeing him in the crotch probably wasn't her best idea. That one had earned her a proper beat down, and he didn't seem to care about messing up her face that time. They had also managed to keep the phone hidden, although the battery ran out so there wasn't any use for it now. Rachel had turned her phone off right after she texted Finn, so they could use that one if they needed to, but at the moment things were looking pretty bleak. The girls were sitting on their beds, Quinn and Rachel sitting up with their back against the wall, whilst Santana was asleep on Brittany's lap across from them. Brittany was stroking her hair gently, and they were all glad to see that she could finally sleep. She still hadn't talked to them about what had happened with Doug outside the van when they were taken. 'This is a nightmare,' Quinn said, breaking the silence. 'What?' Rachel asked.

'This, it has to be a nightmare. It cant be real.'

'Are we going to wake up soon Q?' Brittany asked.

'Yeah, we are.' She smiled back, and then Santana started to lift her head from the blondes lap.

'Santana are you okay?' Rachel asked. Last night Santana had passed out after a beating from Doug. She had a cut lip and a trail of blood coming from her forehead. They didn't have anything to clean the blood off with, so they had just let her sleep, and all together they cried. 'I'm fine,' She smiled gingerly at them, a slight croak to her voice. 'You need to stop antagonising him S.' Quinn said.

'I know. But there's no way I'm going to let him get to you guys.' She lent against the wall, wincing from a pain in her side. But it was true, for the most part, Brittany, Quinn and Rachel we're unharmed. Although sleep depravation and malnutrition were affecting all of the girls. 'S, you've gotta let someone else take a hit for a change.' Quinn pleaded.

'No, no way,' Santana protested, tears leaking from her tired eyes.

'San,'

'No, Brit. All of you, I'm not letting them hurt you,' she said this so determinedly that they were almost, confused, at why she wanted to protect them so badly. 'Santana, is there something else going on here?' Rachel asked. Santana just stared at Brittany, the only person who knew. 'Santana?'

'Tell them S, don't worry I'm here.' She smiled grabbing the brunettes hand, and Santana began;

'So, my dad would get really drunk.' She sniffed, looking at the girls on the bed across from her. 'And long story short, he used to take his anger out on my mum. It took me five years to stand up to him, to protect her. I'm not going to let you guys down like I let her down. Okay? So just drop it.' They didn't know what to say, so they nodded. They then started to talk about glee club, and the future, and everything else, until they fell asleep.

'Santana!' Brittany shot upwards some time later, scanning the room for the Latina. Quinn and Rachel had been woken up by her outburst, and came over to her. 'Brit what's wrong?' Rachel asked, kneeling next to Quinn, in front of the startled blonde. 'Santana, where….' She looked behind her, and the small brunette was sleeping soundly at her back. 'She's right there B, it's okay, she's okay.' Quinn smiled, putting her hand on the blondes cheek. 'It's okay, you had a dream.' Brittany let out a breath, and snuggled back down beside Santana. 'She must be really tired Quinn, she didn't even flinch when Brit woke up.'

'I know,' She replied as they walked back to their bed, leaning against the wall once more.

'We've gotta get out of here.' Rachel sounded on the verge of tears.

'We will.' Quinn assured her.

'How do you know that?'

'Because,' she smiled at the smaller girl, 'It's us. And we're not going to miss Nationals this year for anything.' This caused Rachel to laugh, and both girls eventually drifted off to sleep again.

A short while later, they were once again startled awake by a loud noise. They heard banging and then shouting. 'What is that?' Quinn asked, as she and Rachel moved onto Santana and Brittany's bed. All four girls were now awake, and clinging on to each other more than they realised. Suddenly the door to the room flew open, and to no ones surprise, Doug was standing on the other side. 'You,' he shouted, pointing at Santana. 'Come with me, NOW!'

'Yeah right,' she scowled at him, and this made him mad.

'Come with me right now or I will hurt them, no,' he walked towards them and grabbed Quinn by the hair, 'I will kill them.' He had Quinn in his arms and Santana panicked.

'Fine, okay, I'm coming just please don't.' She pleaded, and got up from the bed, Brittany refusing to let go of her hand. 'B, come on I have to.' She said with tears in her eyes.

'No Santana you cant go with him.' Quinn said, choking out the words as Doug held her around the shoulders. He gave her a hard shake; 'you be quiet.'

'It's okay Q.' Santana smiled, walking over to them. 'What's going on anyway.'

'We're leaving, that's what's going on.' He replied, 'hurry the fuck up and get over here.'

'No, wait. Doug, wherever Santana goes, we go.' Rachel stood up, pulling Brittany with her.

'Oh for Christ's sake.' He huffed. 'Fine whatever, but we're going now.' He hauled Quinn out of the room and the others were quick to follow. 'Let her go, come on.' Santana requested, and Doug obliged, but grabbed Santana's arm instead. She was being dragged down the hall with the rest of the girls following. From behind them they heard more shouts, and then some gun shots. What the hell was going on. 'Freeze, Police!' They heard moments later from downstairs. The police? Santana thought, they found us. Then she had a crazy idea. She turned back and looked at Quinn, and Quinn saw the look in her eyes. She was about to shout at Santana, tell her not to, but the brunette had already taken action. She kicked Doug in the side of the knee cap, causing him to crumple to the floor. 'Run! Guys, run!' She cried, and Rachel was the only one smart enough to listen to her. 'Rachel take them please! Drag them if you have to.' Doug had gotten to his feet and was backing Santana into a corner. She heard Rachel shouting at them; 'Brit, Quinn come on!' But she didn't see if they had gotten away. Before she knew it, Doug swung at her. Again and again, until all she could taste was her own blood, and the world around her disappeared into darkness. She was down, and the last thing she heard were the words; 'Stupid fucking bitch.'