You Could Have Gotten Away

Several hours later Santana regained consciousness. She found herself staring up at the ceiling of the same van that took them in the first place. 'Shit,' she whispered, moving her hand to the top of her head. It was throbbing, and she could feel how bruised her face was just by running her fingers gently over her skin. And then she heard a small voice from next to her. 'Santana?'

'Quinn?' she replied, recognising the blondes soft voice, and she tried to turn her head to see if she was hearing things. As she attempted to move a sharp pain shook her entire right side, her breath catching at the surprise of it, and for a moment she couldn't breath. 'Woah, hey,' Quinn said, sniffing. She had obviously been crying, and Santana saw this as the tall girl leaned over her. Blood shot eyes and tired lines marking her beautiful face. 'Santana please just stay there okay.' She smiled down at her. 'Q? What…?' Santana sobbed, knowing that they were in the same van, so they couldn't have been saved. 'Shhh, it's okay.' Quinn stroked her hair gently, still sending a false smile in the injured girls direction. 'Where's Brit? And Rachel? Oh god are they….?' Santana tried to sit up, out of panic more than anything, but Quinn held her down as best she could to avoid the smaller girl any further pain. 'San, Santana listen to me okay. They got away, Rachel made sure she got out, Brittany's fine, they're both fine.' She grinned, genuinely this time, at the fact that at least two of them had been rescued. 'They're fine.'

'Really?' Santana started to cry tears of joy, because they really needed something to be happy about right now. 'Yeah, really. Now please try not to move because you're hurt.'

'Yeah,' Santana remembered, 'can you just help me lean against something, I'm sick of staring at the ceiling.'

'Sure,' Quinn laughed, and helped gently lift Santana up so that the girls could face each other. She set her back against the cold wall of the van, and she stared at the blonde's face. 'What happened Q?' This caused Quinn's face to drop, not wanting to remember what had happened, but Santana needed to know. 'Erm, well Brit and Rachel got away. She did what you asked and dragged Brittany out of the building, kicking and screaming about how she didn't want to leave you. But Rachel's stronger than she looks.' Quinn smiled, and Santana couldn't help the grin that appeared on her own face. 'Remind me to thank her when we get out of this.' Santana said, Quinn replying with a nod.

'So, Doug was hitting you, he wouldn't stop. So I jumped on his back and started hitting him.'

'No shit,' Santana replied, 'why did you do that Q? You could have gotten away.'

'Yeah, but you couldn't.' She leant forward and took the brunette by the hands. 'You spent the whole time looking out for us, taking care of us, and you are the reason they got out safe. There was no way I was going to leave you alone with that maniac. Not a chance.' She smiled, releasing her hands and slumping back against the wall. Santana looked back at her, serious plastered across her face. 'Thank you, Quinn.'

'Don't mention it. But then..' she continued reliving the events of that afternoon, 'he was too strong for me, obviously, and threw me off within about a minute. You were out, cold, but I told him that if he was going to take you I was coming. So here we are, in the van, again.'

'Where are we going?'

'Don't know. But you've been out for hours, and I have no idea what direction we're going.'

'So, it's pretty safe to say, we're screwed?' Santana joked, tears glistening in her irises, as she tried to crawl over to Quinn. 'Shit that hurt.' She complained once she was leaning against the same side of the van as the blonde. 'Told you not to move.' She smirked.

'Yeah, yeah,' Santana coughed, and Quinn couldn't help but feel her pain too. 'Now you, Ms Fabray, need to get some sleep. You look like crap.'

'You think you're cute don't you Lopez?' Santana laughed, wincing at another pain in her stomach.

'Oh, I know I'm cute. Now sleep.' She ordered, and Quinn rested her head on the smaller girls side, falling asleep listening to her heart beat, whilst Santana felt the motion of the van. They were jumping about more now, like they were going over rocks or gravel or something that wasn't concrete. All she really knew was that wherever they were going, it wasn't going to be good, so she cried silently, not wanting to wake Quinn, and cursing herself for not making sure they all got away when they had the chance.