A Long Shot

Quinn had let Santana sleep on her shoulder for a while. God knows the girl needed it. She drifted off about two minutes after she lent against the blonde. 'Santana?' She whispered, causing the brunette to sigh and croak out; 'What is it Q?' The smaller girl lifted her head off of the blonde's shoulder and turned her eyes to her face. 'I think we need to put the plan into action.' Santana couldn't make the look of shock wash from her face; 'you mean my plan, which earlier you called, a long shot.'

'Yeah, that's the one.' Quinn smiled, 'We have to get out of here S.'

'I know,' Santana painfully crawled so that she was facing Quinn, who then opened her palms.

'Take the knife.'

'Where the hell did that come from?' Santana asked, as she removed the tiny pen knife from her friends hands. 'Jerry,' She smiled. 'But that's not important. Here's what we need to do okay….'

Quinn began to explain her plan to Santana, and she didn't fight her. Santana knew they had to get out of here, she knew that Quinn needed to be safe and she would do anything to get her there. 'You got it S?'

'Yeah, and remember if something goes wrong.' Santana stared at her.

'I know, run for my life.' Quinn smiled, 'but if we can both run you have to promise me you will to.' Santana looked at her, 'Think of Brit, please promise me you wont do anything brave or stupid.'

'I..' She paused.

'Santana!'

'Okay, okay, I promise.' She crossed her legs gingerly on the floor, and started to hold her stomach again. 'You alright?' Quinn was very concerned, studying her friend's facial expressions.

'Yeah,' she lied.

'Santana you can tell me, what happened earlier?' She looked at the blonde. One side of her face was a bruise, and the bags under her eyes were getting larger. She looked so worn out and Santana really didn't want to tell her anything else that would make her feel bad, but Quinn was one of her closest friends, and she just really needed to tell someone. 'He, erm..' She sniffed, as Quinn saw the tears forming again. 'It was the same as outside the van, on the first day. He…' She sobbed, and Quinn gave her a reassuring smile, all the while tears seeping from her eyes. 'It's okay, you don't have to say it. I know.' Santana gave her a look of thanks, and she continued;

'He wouldn't stop hitting me, it just hurts so bad Q.'

'I'm so sorry honey, I wish I could help you more.'

'No, Quinn you're amazing, you know that right?' Quinn nodded slightly, and the brunette smiled.

Then they heard the loud footsteps of their captor, and the plan was set in motion. 'Ready?' Quinn asked, and Santana nodded, taking her position lying on the floor.

'So ladies, how are we doing?' He smiled, walking casually around the room, hands in his pockets. The girls remained silent, Santana just staring at the floor in the exact position he had left her. 'What did you do to her?' Quinn sobbed, 'She hasn't moved.'

'We just had a little fun, isn't that right sweetheart,' He knelt down by Santana and started to stroke her hair. Quinn saw her flinch when he touched her, Santana's eyes were glowing with fear and anger. 'Stop touching her.' Quinn said forcefully, because she needed him to come closer to her.

'Or what?' He laughed, and moved his hand down Santana's back, Quinn watching a tear fall down her face. 'Just stop, you motherfucker!' Quinn shouted. And she got what she wanted. Doug got up from his knees and stormed over to the blonde, stopping to bend down in front of her. 'How dare yo….' He started, but before he knew it Quinn's legs tripped him up, causing him to land heavily on the floor. 'Now!' Quinn shouted, as she let go of the plastic tying her to the radiator, Santana had cut her free with the knife earlier, and then Santana herself made her move. She hastily got up from the floor and plunged the knife as deep as she could get it into Doug's chest. 'Ah! You bitches!' He cried out in pain, Santana's attack distracting him enough so that Quinn could get the keys out of his pocket. One swift movement of his arm made Santana fly backwards, landing on her side, sending previous pains rippling back through her. 'Santana! Come on!' Quinn shouted, as she scooped up the keys and then dragged the brunette out by her hand.

'Come back here! You cant! Hey!' He bellowed after them, but they were heading straight for the door. 'Come on Q,' Santana whispered, as she saw the blonde fumbling with the keys.

'I got it, I got it,' She said confidently to herself, as the key first slid in, and then turned. 'I got it!' She said, definitely this time, as she opened the door and saw freedom. But then she heard a heartbreaking sound from behind her.

'Take one step outside that door and I will slit her throat.' He breathed, as Quinn slowly turned around. He had chased them out to the door and grabbed Santana. 'No.' Quinn whispered, not feeling like any of this was real. 'I mean it blondie, get back in her and lock the door.'

'No, Q, remember what we said, just run!' Santana shouted at her, but the knife Doug was holding at her throat made it hard for her to speak. He pushed down on it harder, causing her to gasp. 'No! stop okay, I'm coming in, please stop.' Quinn begged, seeing a drop of blood trickle down Santana's already bruised neck. 'Good girl, nice and slow now.'

'Quinn! No come on, please! Just go!'

'Shut your filthy mouth!' Doug spoke through gritted teeth, as he watched the blonde slowly walk back towards him. She saw the tears in Santana's eyes, she saw the smug look on Doug's face, and as she turned around to close the door, she saw what was left of their hope, disappear.