Two Days?

Her world was dark. She couldn't open her eyes, not yet. She was in too much pain. The laugh of her sweet Brittany was running through her mind as she felt the hard floor beneath her. The glistening blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes made her momentarily forget where she was, and she desperately wanted to stay in the illusion. Moving her hand she felt a sharp pain shoot up her side, and groaned as she placed the same hand on her forehead, her eyes still glued closed. Then she felt another hand on her, that wasn't her own. Her heartbeat raced and her eyelids fluttered, fearing that it was Doug again. 'San, honey it's okay, it's me.' Quinn's voice. Her eyes parted momentarily, and she saw the blonde above her, crying her eyes out. Santana couldn't make herself speak, she didn't have nearly enough strength so she let herself drift back to her peaceful vision of safety.

Three hours later and Santana was awake again, this time coherent enough to have a conversation.

They were in the same room as before, not bound but the door was locked and the windows still barred. 'What happened Q? I don't…. I remember being thrown, I think.' She stared at the blonde in front of her, who had obviously been on the end of a few of Doug's painful hits. She had a black eye and a cut along her jaw line, sending a dark red drizzle down her face. 'Yeah, you were.' Quinn said, wiping her nose.

'Why are you crying Q?' Santana asked.

'Because he…' She burst into tears, 'this happened two days ago, Santana, you were out for two days.' She wiped her eyes and looked at the brunette.

'Two…. two days?' She looked confused, 'No, it was today, he….' She was disoriented, bewildered as to why she couldn't wake up sooner.

'It's okay,' Quinn smiled, 'you're here now so It's okay.'

'No it's not, what happened, did he…' Thoughts went racing through her mind, what had happened in those two days? What has Quinn been doing? If Doug laid his hands on Quinn she would kill him, she knew that. 'Quinn, did he touch you?' Santana felt the tears seeping over her wounded skin.

'No,' Quinn shook her head, 'No he said you were his girl, he didn't want me.' Santana let out a sigh of relief, and Quinn crawled over to her. 'Oh San,' She threw her arms gently around the brunette's waist, leaning back against the wall with her. 'I though he had killed you,' she spoke through her tears as Santana gripped onto her arm. 'I thought you would never wake up.'

'Well I had some help.' Santana informed her, causing Quinn to look at her oddly, 'I dreamt about Brit.' Santana smiled, 'I have to get back to her Q, I have to.'

'You will,' she hugged her tighter, 'we will.'

'How do you know, I mean we tried to get out and it didn't work. What makes you think that the next time we try something he wont just kill us?'

'Well he seems to like you, so I think I'll be first to go.'

'Not funny Q, I mean it. He must be pretty pissed.' Quinn sat up next to the Latina, and brushed some of the brunette's long hair out of her eyes. 'He was pissed. You did stab him S.' She smiled.

'I remember,' she chuckled, 'bastard deserves worse.' She put a hand to her stomach as she felt it growling. 'God, I'm so hungry,' She looked at Quinn. 'Has he been feeding you?'

'Yeah, the same as before, I saved some.' She weakly got up and walked to the bed. Resting on it was three quarters of a bottle of water and an unopened bag of chips. 'Here,' she handed them to Santana as she sat back on the floor. Santana opened the bottle and took a deep swig of water, and only now did she realise how much she hurt. The small swallowing movement contracted her throat, making the water sink roughly down into her stomach. She put her hand to her neck and coughed, feeling a small wound. 'That's where he had the knife, S. I stopped it bleeding but it's gonna leave a scar.'

'Thanks Quinn,' She smiled, and handed Quinn the water.

'No, I've had some. You need it.'

'Q, there was nearly a whole bottle, please have some more.' Santana shook the water in her direction, and the blonde reluctantly took it, swallowing a small amount. 'Happy?' She asked.

'Ecstatic.' Santana smiled, and opened the chips.

A few hours later Quinn had fallen asleep. Santana knew she hadn't slept much over the past two days, and she hated herself for not waking up sooner. For not being in it with her. She got to have a break from this reality, this fucked up thing that's happening to them, whilst Quinn was in hell all alone. But that was all going to change. She would not leave Quinn again and if Doug came back in here she would kill him. She felt Quinn stir. The blonde was lying on Santana's lap, holding her leg with one of her hands, and Santana began to stroke her hair. 'San,' Quinn said.

'Yeah?' Santana looked down at her.

'Are you really alright?' She had turned her head so that she was staring up at the brunette, and the tear rolling down her cheek said everything. 'No, Q, I'm not.' She tried to smile, but it turned into a waterfall of uncontrollable emotion. 'I'm… I… I feel dead inside….' Quinn pulled herself up and embraced the Latina, letting her tears soak into her already dirty clothes. Her body was shaking, and Quinn was trying her best not to break down with her. 'It's okay,' Quinn shushed her and tried to make it better. Well, some of it. She had no idea what it felt like for Santana, to be abused in that way, so she couldn't do anything except hold her and pray that they would get out of this alive.