Familiar Face

Quinn had watched Santana cry herself into a much needed sleep. She had never seen the brunette as defeated, and they had Sue as a cheerleading coach for years, so she is not the easiest girl to break down. The blonde had been relentlessly scraping away at the plastic strip encasing her wrists and she was very close to a breakthrough. But knowing their luck Doug would come back and realise what they were trying to do. Just then, she heard the van pulling back up outside. 'Shit,' she whispered, and then looked over at Santana. 'Santana?' she whispered, 'San, wake up.'

'Q? What is it?' She said quietly, as she hauled herself up off of the floor and lent her head against the bed, staring at Quinn through drained eyes. 'I think he's back, I heard the van.' Santana nodded, and then looked down. 'Hey, S, come on. Look,' Santana lifted her head once more to look at the blonde girl sitting across from her. 'I've nearly broken through,' she motioned to her wrists. 'We just need him to leave once more and then we'll be out of here,' she smiled, 'okay?'

'Okay Q,' Santana said unconvincingly, as she smiled back, and then her head turned towards the door. They heard the front door slam shut, and then muffled voices coming from outside. Doug was not alone.

'What the fuck are you doing!' Shouted the first voice, who definitely wasn't Doug.

'What?' Doug replied.

'Bringing them here, keeping them? What the hell was going through your mind when you decided to do this?'

'I like her okay, and the blonde wouldn't leave her, so I didn't have a choice.' Doug's voice was getting louder. 'Well here's an idea genius, you should have left them both! The cops raided our entire warehouse, they will be all over you in days.'

'Relax, okay. No cops are coming here.'

'You're so sure are you, hey don't walk away from me Doug.'

The conversation faded, and Quinn and Santana were staring at each other. They had been listening contently to the voices and suddenly Quinn realised; 'It's Jerry.'

'No, you think?' Santana questioned.

'Well, he was always a bit, apprehensive, about Doug, maybe he knows he's taken it too far? Maybe he could help us get out of here?' Her face suddenly lit up, but Santana wasn't as easily convinced. 'We can hope Q.' And then the men started to speak again.

'Look,' Doug began; 'you can have the blonde, we can make this a partnership. I just need you to take her off my hands.'

'What, are you out of your mind! No fucking way man. I'm out of this. I didn't even want to be in it in the first place. This is your thing, not mine.' They heard his footsteps as he pounded back towards the front door.

'Fine, fine, wait.' Doug shouted, 'I wont make you agree to anything, just take a look. If you saw her again you might change your mind.'

'Fine.' Jerry huffed, if only to get Doug to drop his crazy idea. And then the door to their room opened.

The girls immediately saw the shock on his face when he saw them, genuine shock, so he must have meant what he said about not even wanting to take part in the whole ordeal. 'Jesus,' He whispered.

'Hey Jerry,' Quinn smiled up at him, tears in her eyes. She would do anything to persuade him to help them, even if it meant looking pathetic and shedding some tears. He gave her a soft smile back, and then turned back to Doug. 'Could I have a minute alone, with the girls.' He questioned.

'Sure,' Doug looked at Santana, who glared back at him. 'I'll be right outside.' He suspiciously walked backwards out of the room, and gently closed the door, whilst Jerry knelt down besides Quinn. 'I am so sorry.' He spoke softly, looking Quinn over, checking out her state.

'I know,' She cried softly back, keeping her voice as low as it would go to avoid Doug coming back in prematurely. 'And, we really need your help.' She begged.

'Girls, I,' he looked over at Santana, who was staring at him with glistening brown eyes, 'I cant.' He looked down, he looked ashamed of himself. And their hope drained out of them once more. 'I cant help you, directly.' He looked back up at Quinn, and smiled as if he saw a light switch back on inside of her. 'What do you mean?' Santana asked, curious.

'Just that, none of this was supposed to happen. We were supposed to deliver the girls and move on, go find some more. But then.' He looked at Santana, 'Then he saw you and something changed.'

'So, it's my fault we're here.' She said, feeling more guilty than ever.

'No, it's his fault. You just reminded him of someone. That's not your fault.'

'So, about helping us?' Quinn wanted to speed it along.

'Yeah, well once I get out of here I'll call the police. I'll tell them everything I swear to you.' And without speaking, he slipped a small penknife out of his pocket and into the palms of Quinn's hands. She looked at him with a grateful smile and then concealed the knife between her palms. 'Doug!' He shouted, and the door flew open. 'I'm done, my answer is still no. These bitches are no use, the state their in.' He got up and walked out of the room, Doug giving them a final smile before leaving.

'This is good S, we're going to be out of here in no time.' Grinning madly for the first time in days, Quinn looked over her friend, who couldn't help smiling back. But then, disaster. They heard a fight, and a crash, and then silence. It was very short lived and over before they realised what was going on, until Doug walked back in, blood on his shirt. 'You whores really think I wouldn't be listening in? You really think I trust that motherfucker enough to leave him in her without surveillance? He was never on board with me, not completely, and I knew as soon as I picked him up in town that he would betray me. And I was right.' He walked into the room, leaning against the wall to the side of the two girls. 'And now, now you've made me angry. And that's….. well I'm disappointed.' He grinned, and then headed straight for Quinn. He gripped her throat tightly, lifting her partially off of the floor, and digging his nails around her pulse. She started to choke, and Santana watched in terror as he was about to choke the life out of her. 'Stop!' Santana yelled, 'Stop, please!' She was shouting through her tears, willing him and begging him to release her. 'I'll do anything, just please stop.' she whimpered, but he finally let go. 'What was that?' He turned to face her, as Quinn slumped down, back against the wall, gasping for the air that she desperately needed. 'I said, I'll do anything.'

'That's what I was hoping for.' He smiled, and walked over to her menacingly, Cupping his hand under her chin, and she knew she had played right into what he wanted. 'San…. No… S.' Quinn's voice was raspy, and not loud at all, and then Doug proceeded to kiss Santana. It was passionate, and long winded, and all Santana wanted to do was cry. She felt like she would throw up if he continued to touch her, but she knew he was going to. At least he'll be away from Q, was the last thing that went through her mind as he cut her restraints and let her hands fall to the floor. 'Santana, fight…. him come on, please… don't let him do this, not….. not again.'

'It's okay Q, I mean what's the point.' She replied, as Doug hauled her out of the room, leaving Quinn alone and terrified.