Why you?
'Hey, look what I found.' Quinn said, grinning as she hauled a duffle bag into the front seat.
'What is it?' Santana had gotten their speed up to thirty now, feeling a bit more confident that she could handle it. She was actually feeling slightly better, maybe the feeling of finally being away from him was helping. 'It's food.' She opened the bag and started to rummage through it with her right hand. There were several more bottles of water, along with bags of chips and some chocolate bars. 'You want some?' Quinn asked, struggling to unwrap one of the chocolate bars.
'Mm, no thanks.' Santana replied, a queasy look on her face.
'S come on, you haven't eaten much.'
'I know but, I'm really not hungry. Just looking at that is making me wanna puke.' She chuckled, staring back out onto the open road. They must have been going straight for about three hours now, and they hadn't seen anything. It was literally a road that seemed to go nowhere. There was no way they were near Lima, although they didn't think they had crossed any state lines.
'Please Santana,' Quinn looked at her with huge eyes, pleading with her to eat. 'Just try okay, you might feel better?'
'Fine,' she huffed, 'I guess I'll have some chips.' Quinn beamed at her, again struggling to open the packet but Santana couldn't take her hands off the wheel.
About half an hour later, they were still driving along the same road. 'I haven't even seen any signs, I have no idea where we could be.' Quinn said, and then she looked at Santana. 'San?'
'We need to stop.' She said quietly, looking pale.
'What's wro….' She didn't have time to ask. The van screeched to a halt, and the drivers side door flew open. Santana had bolted from her seat and the next thing Quinn heard was not pleasant. Santana was practically hurling her guts out on the side of the road. Quinn got out of the van as fast as she could, moving round to the Latina. She pressed her good hand on the brunettes back, rubbing it in slow circles. A few minutes later Santana lifted up her hair, it had been thrown over the top of her head whilst she was bent over. She stood up as straight as she could manage and inhaled deeply. 'You okay S?' Quinn said, as she lent up against the side of the van.
'I'm just splendid.' Santana said sarcastically. 'I told you I was gonna puke.' She smiled back at the blonde.
They sat on the side of the road for a few minutes, Santana catching her breath and drinking water. Although it wasn't making the taste of vomit disappear from her mouth. 'Man we must reek.' She said, after doing the top up on the bottle.
'Yeah,' Quinn laughed, 'at least we have an excuse.'
'True.' She laughed back, looking at the blondes broken wrist. 'Did that hurt, like really bad?'
'Erm, yeah.' She laughed, 'still does. But there's not much I can do with it at the moment. Just have to deal.'
'I'm sorry Q.' She said quietly.
'Why?' Quinn looked puzzled, crossing her legs on the dirt below them and sitting opposite the brunette.
'I didn't stop him, I was just lying there, I …..' Quinn stopped her.
'You cannot protect me all the time. Okay. And besides, it was my turn to protect you. Got it?' She smiled, pushing a strand of dark hair out of the Latina's eyes.
'Okay.'
'Now, lets gat back on the road shall we. Maybe figure out where the hell we could be headed.' Santana grinned at her, and then they both got up and back into the van.
A little while later the sky was beginning to darken. Night had just crept up on them. They had been driving for almost twelve hours. Quinn had somehow climbed over the seats and was in the back of the van, Santana managing to convince her to get a few hours sleep. The brunette didn't like being alone with her thoughts, but she knew Quinn needed to sleep. All she could think about was what had happened to them. Who the hell was this guy? And why was he so fascinated with her? At least Brit and Rachel were safe, but she longed to hold her girlfriend again, and for Brittany to hold her back. Then she heard movement from the back. 'You okay back there Q?' She looked in the rear-view mirror.
'Yeah,' Quinn shouted back, 'it's so damn uncomfortable back here.' She shouted again, and Santana could hear her tossing things around.
'Holy shit!' Quinn cried, causing Santana to panic.
'What? Q?' She called, unable to take her eyes off of the road.
'Look… look at this.' She climbed awkwardly back over the seats, another bag in hand. It was a mans shoulder bag. Black, simple, a popper clasp and it was obviously old.
'What's in it?' Santana asked, not liking the terrified tone in her friends voice.
'I was about to toss it aside, thinking it was just one of their bags you know,' Santana nodded. 'But then I saw inside.'
'Q, what?'
'I think you might want to pull over first.'
'Just tell me Quinn.' She demanded, fear flooding her words. What could be in that bag to make Quinn so scared?
'Please just stop.' She was desperately trying to make Santana agree; 'It's dark, you need sleep. Why don't we pull over for a few hours and both try and get some rest?'
'Fine, but only a couple.' Quinn smiled, Santana turning the wheel slightly to pull up on the side of the road once more. She turned off the ignition and turned to the blonde. 'What is in the bag?'
'It's… it's you.' Quinn handed Santana the shoulder bag, the brunette taking it gingerly and placing it on her lap. She opened it and just wanted to sob uncontrollably. The bag was filled with pictures and notes on pieces of paper. She picked out a handful of things and studied them, it was like she was looking at someone else. There were pictures of her and Brittany in their cheerios uniforms, when they hadn't been on the squad for months. There were pictures of her walking home from school, getting out of her car, running track. Quinn was watching her closely, wanting to say something, anything to make this better. 'These…' Santana didn't know what to say, but then she picked out another photo. 'He has fucking pictures of me when I was younger Q. Like fourteen.' She was crying now, her tears dripping off of her chin and into the bag, over her lap. 'He..' she started. 'He's been watching me all this time..' She trailed off, her hands still going through the contents of the bag, not able to stop herself. 'There's paper with phone numbers and my address… fuck.' She screwed them up and stuffed them back into the bag. 'My school time table,' she continued, 'places I hang out, and you guys, are on a list.' she handed it to Quinn who read it. The entire glee club was listed, even Mr Schu and coach Sylvester were on there.
'Shit.' Quinn whispered, looking into tearful brown eyes.
'Why did he wait so long to do anything?' Was the next thing that came to her mind. 'Why did he have to make his move when I was with you guys? I know now that he's seen me walking home alone, probably a hundred times, so why now?' She sobbed, banging her hand on the dash causing Quinn to flinch.
'San,' Quinn touched her shoulder. 'That doesn't matter okay, I think we need to know, why you?' Santana looked at her, 'Why was he watching you all of this time?' Santana completely broke down, bawling uncontrollably as the blonde tried to soothe her. 'Come on, lets get come sleep.' She said gently, and then they both walked round to get into the back of the van. Santana locked all of the doors and put the keys in her pocket, whilst Quinn tried to make the back as comfy as possible. Then they laid down and Quinn rocked Santana to sleep, and she never stopped crying until she was out.