Hey guys, sorry this chapter took a bit longer, i was momentarily stuck!
Tell me what you think, and i do plan to keep going for a while so any ideas to delay their safe return are welcome!

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Not Again

'What's the matter girls?' He laughed, 'Oh, I know, you thought had gotten rid of me. Well, guess again because I'm right here.' He was walking dangerously slowly towards them, and even though he didn't have any weapons to help him out, they knew how much he was going to hurt them.

'You need to leave us alone!' Quinn shouted, trying to keep the fear from her voice. Santana was becoming heavier under her arm, the brunette becoming harder and harder to keep up.

'I think we've covered this blondie, I'm not going anywhere.'

'Why the hell not! What did we ever do to you?' She yelled, ushering Santana backwards slowly as he crept towards them. He avoided the question, and instead gave them an alternative;

'How about this then? You give me her,' he pointed at Santana, 'and you are free to go.' He pointed at Quinn.

'You're a sick fucker you know that!' Quinn was more forceful this time, 'there's no way that's going to happen.' But then she felt Santana stop. 'S?'

'Do it Q, we have to.' Quinn looked at Santana, trying hard to keep one eye on Doug.

'Santana, no! No way!' Quinn was shaking her head, staring into beaten down brown eyes, but she could see that Santana was deadly serious.

'We have to Q, then you can get away.' She nodded, and then added, whispering; 'and call the cops.'

'No.' Quinn said firmly, and grabbed a tight hold on what was left of Santana's top, not letting her move anywhere.

'That's a no then, is it ladies?' Doug was almost in front of them and they needed to think of a plan, right now.

'You bet your ass it's a no.' Quinn spat, and Santana tightened her grip on the crowbar. Doug saw this, and pointed to it. 'You think that's going to help?' He chuckled. 'I must have knocked you on the head to many times, you're delusional.'

'Just back the fuck up and leave us alone!' Santana shouted this time, severely pissed of at this guy for everything. She knew that she would kill him, and the fact that he had made her accept that she could kill someone just made her hate him even more.

'Yeah, I don't fucking think so.' And with that he surged forwards, taking them both by surprise. They fell backwards, landing next to each other on the hard concrete floor of the alley. Within seconds Doug had picked Santana up, throwing her down the alley causing to crow bar to fall out of her hands and land with a crash on the floor somewhere else. It wasn't a particularly bad fall, if it were cheerios practice she would have bounced right back up again, but a combination of everything she had been through over that past week or so made her just lie there, paralysed and aching, not wanting to get back up.

'Santana!' Quinn shouted, as she pushed herself to her feet and kept backing up down the alley. Doug followed her, which was fine by her because at least he was away from Santana. 'She's fine, it's you're turn blondie.' He smiled and then called back to Santana, who could just about register what he was saying. 'You remember what I told you? If you tried anything I would kill her and make you watch. Well here's me making good on that promise.' He lunged forwards grabbing Quinn by the hair and dragging her over to where Santana was flat on the floor. Quinn was shouting at him, trying to get him off of her, but he was too strong. He slapped her around the face and then threw her to the ground next to the fallen Latina, kicking the blonde in the stomach a few times. She cried out in pain, finally realising some of the hurt Santana had been enduring.

'Q..' Santana said weakly, her world spinning. 'No!' She managed to yell, 'Stop it!' But it was no use.

Doug had picked Quinn up again, throwing her into the wall on the opposite side of the alley, and Santana heard something crack, her wrist? She cried out in pain not having enough strength to get back up again. 'I've always wanted to try blonde.' He laughed as he walked over to her once more, and each step of his boots on the hard floor sounded like gunshots, and Quinn knew what was coming next.

But then he heard something that made him turn around. Running. Footsteps were closing in on him and just as he turned around to look, Santana plunged the crowbar into his chest. 'Ahhh!' He shouted, collapsing to his knees but taking Santana down with him. She fell to the floor, landing hard on the concrete and he sharp pain she had felt before shot back down her right side, and she lost her breath again. Quinn hauled herself up, face stricken with tears, and tried to pull Santana up. Her left wrist was at a horrible angle so she could only use her right. Lifting Santana under the left arm, trying to get her to her feet. '

San! Santana come on.' She shouted, Santana's eyes gazing upwards, like someone had turned the lights out, and then she thought, not again.

'Santana! PLEASE get up, I need you.' She cried, as Doug began to stir, grasping the crowbar, trying to wrench it out of his own chest. 'Fuck, Santana!' And then Santana did look at her, and saw the tears running across her face. She saw the marks from Doug's slaps and was wondering what the hell she must look like. Then she snapped back to reality, gasping for breath and reaching up for Quinn's good arm. 'Oh San, thank God! Come on.' She pushed herself up with the help of the blonde and they supported each other, hurrying as fast as they could out of the alley.

'Hi….his van.' Santana winced.

'What?' Quinn replied, still in shock and not really paying attention. All she was thinking about was getting away.

'His van,' Santana pointed, and they ran for it. Hoping that he wasn't smart enough to take the keys out with him. And seeing as he forgot to search them for cell phones in the first place, they suspected that the keys would be in there.

They were right. 'San,' Quinn said, propping the brunette up against the van, 'I can't drive, my wrist is..'

'I know Q, it's okay.' Santana smiled. 'I'll drive.'

'S, you think you can? I mean you look like you're going to pass out.' Quinn studied her face, not sure what the Latina was feeling, if anything any more.

'Thanks Q, you look great too.' She let a small smile slip, causing Quinn to hake her head.

'Fine, fine. But if you feel nauseous or light headed you tell me and we'll stop.' She looked behind them to make sure Doug wasn't coming.

'Well yeah.' She said sarcastically. 'You really think that after all this shit I want to die in a fiery car crash?'

'So not funny.' Quinn replied, but as she helped Santana up into the drivers seat she couldn't keep a small grin off of her wounded face.