Please, Get Up!

Time went by slowly for Quinn. She cried almost every second because all she was able to think about was what that monster was doing to one of her best friends. 'Come on Fabray,' She sniffed, trying to force the tears back inside. But it was no use. She tried to concentrate on freeing herself, so he opened her hands and studied the pen knife Jerry gave her. And then she though of him, 'Oh god, he died trying to save us.' She whimpered, as she looked at the initials in the knife. J.F.J. She wondered what his other two names were as she carefully flipped it open to reveal the blade.

Just as she was about to begin sawing at the plastic, she heard noise from outside. She quickly folded the knife over and closed her hands, pretending to grip onto the radiator, and the door flew open once more. 'Well, wasn't that fun.' Doug said cheerfully as he walked back into the room. All Quinn wanted to do was wipe that smug look off of his face, she didn't even care at this point if she had to kill him, because she would do it in a heartbeat. Quinn then saw him dragging Santana by the shoulder, her face frozen and emotionless. 'Santana,' Quinn shouted, 'Get your hands of her!' Quinn was crying, and she knew that the damage had already been done. She just wanted to get him away from her. 'Okay, I guess I could. I mean it's not like there wont be a next time.' He smiled at Santana, who kept her eyes forward, and he planted one last rough kiss on her face before throwing her down onto the floor in front of Quinn. She let out a gasp upon hearing Santana's body hit the ground, the Latina seemingly unaware if any pain was coming over her. 'See you later girls.' And he was gone again, whistling a tune as he walked further away.

'Santana?' Quinn cried, 'San?' She was just staring, not moving or making an effort to get up. Her hands were unbound but it seemed redundant now anyway. He had taken everything from her, so she didn't have any reason to get up. 'Santana please, get up!' Quinn shouted this time, and Santana's eyelids flickered, moving them in Quinn's direction. 'Q…Quinn,' She said dryly, 'I'm, I'm sorry.'

'Hey, no, why are you sorry?' Quinn said gently, staring back down into her wounded eyes.

'I'm…. I'm sorry, because I'm done, I…. just I'm done.' She closed her eyes, tears seeping from the sides and pooling onto the dirty carpet below her. Quinn's heart broke over and over looking at the girl in front of her. She had more bruises now, they covered her already tanned skin in welts of blue and purple. Her clothes were even more ripped and all Quinn wanted to do was hold her in her arms. She couldn't even imagine Brittany's reaction if she saw Santana like this, it would kill her. Blood was now soaking into the floor, coming from various cuts on her small body. But the one Quinn was worried about was on her forehead. Santana had been hit several times in the head and each time more blood seemed to be released. She had to fix this, she needed to save her. 'Santana, what do you mean you're done?' Quinn wanted to know for sure, and Santana's eyes opened again.

'I mean it's over…. I don't know how I'll survive this now. But I..' She started to push herself up off of the floor. She was now kneeling, her arms holding her up and she gazed directly into Quinn's eyes. 'I promise you I will get you out.' She said firmly. 'And this time, if you,' She coughed and put a hand to her stomach. 'Santana?' Quinn said, concerned.

'I'm fine,' She smiled and continued; 'if you get another chance to run, you have to promise me that you'll take it.' Shock and desperation crossed Quinn's face and Santana saw this, but before she could speak again Quinn said forcefully; 'And if you get the chance to run Santana, you have to take it.' She almost sounded angry at her friend for not wanting to save herself, but Santana just shook her head and looked to the floor. 'Why! Santana, you can't let him win.'

'He wont Q, don't you get it.' Santana looked at the blonde, tears staining her cheeks once more but she seemed to be oblivious to them. And then she cleared up the confused look on Quinn's face. 'If you get away you can call the cops. You can send that motherfucker to jail and he wont win.' She smiled.

'Santana, you're making it sound like you're not going to be alive much longer.' Quinn sobbed, but Santana just shrugged. 'Maybe I wont.'

'Santana,' Quinn whispered, 'you cant, you just have to hang on okay, it's going to be fine. I promise you!' Her voice escalating as she spat the words out between sobs.

'I know, Q, I know what I have to do. And if the time comes when I can get away, great, I absolutely will.'

'S,' Quinn Looked at her friend. Her friend who was so confident and full of hope, was beaten down so far she didn't care if she was alive or not. 'All I'm saying Q, is that you are my priority, okay, if we can both get out without being noticed, then we will, but if one of us has to stay, it will be me.'

'Santana no, come on,'

'It. Will. Be. Me, Q.' And Quinn heard the strength in her voice, the strength that still came out even in the darkest days. Maybe the fight wasn't completely over? She thought. And she needed to make Santana realise that she does have something worth living for, Brittany.

'NO!' Quinn shouted, but then lowering her tone in case they were heard. Santana flinched slightly at the sudden outburst, and then she saw the fire in Quinn's eyes. 'We are getting out of this together. We will be fine and we will be safe again.' Santana looked down again and started to cry, but Quinn continued; 'And you will be back in Brittany's arms.' Her head shot upwards, she had almost forgotten about the beautiful blonde waiting for her. Worrying about her. 'Because if you don't care about making it out of this, Brittany does. And she will not survive if you leave her. She will blame herself for leaving you when you told her too and she will NEVER recover, so listen to me Santana Lopez;' Santana looked up, slightly grinning but Quinn decided to ignore it for now. 'We will get out of this together. Okay?' Santana nodded, and Quinn was still filled with adrenaline from the speech she just gave. She studied Santana's face. 'Why are you smiling?'

'Thanks, Quinn.' She laughed, tears flowing freely, and then crawled over to the blonde and lent against her. 'Thank you.'