Faster

Quinn woke up sharply. Her body, even though aching and tired, shot up into the air as her eyes quickly scanned their surroundings. The van looked just as depressing and unsafe as it did before, the outer walls and rusty paint making it feel cold. She realised she was sweating, and breathing heavily. Obviously woken up by a dream she didn't remember having, but it must have been bad. She let out a breath and then rubbed her eyes, momentarily forgetting that her wrist was broken. She let out a gasp as her left hand made contact with her face, and wincing she pulled back, cradling it in her lap with her other hand. And then she saw the sleeping brunette by her side. Small and broken. Quinn could see her eyes moving, even though they were closed. Santana must be having a bad dream too, she thought. And then she turned around, and looking back out of the front of the van, she saw daylight. 'Shit,' she whispered, not wanting to wake the Latina, and then glanced back at her. They had to get moving, now.

'San?' She whispered, leaning over the brunette and stroking her hair with her uninjured arm. 'Santana, wake up.'

'Q..?' She grumbled, her eyes still not open.

'Come on honey, we have to get going okay?' Quinn said gently, afraid that the level of her voice would hurt the brunette even more. 'San?'

'I know,' She replied weakly, trying to sit herself up. The pain in her side was present for a third time, the reason for it she didn't know, but it was there. Taking her breath away. She grabbed onto Quinn's arm as she turned to face her, and Quinn saw the pain in her eyes.

'Breath, okay S. Can you do that for me?' She had tears in her own eyes, trying to ease her friend's pain. Santana was nodding. 'Okay…' She said again, seeing the dark haired girl calming down, breaths slowing. And she relaxed against the wall of the van, a position she had become much too familiar with.

'Sorry Q, thanks.' She smiled, closing her eyes once more, taking in deep shallow breaths.

'It's alright, I know it hurts.' She stared Santana, who nodded, and then it hit her.

'It's daylight out?' She looked worried.

'Yeah, we must have slept for longer than a couple hours.' Quinn pointed out.

'We need to go, like right now.' Santana was panic stricken as she hauled herself painfully up and began unlocking the doors to the van.

'Santana, what's the rush? Slow down.' Quinn pleaded, as she followed the brunette out of the van. After being momentarily blinded by the sun reflecting off of the road, she managed to grab Santana's shoulder. 'Please slow down, you have to take it easy.'

'I know Q, but he could be right behind us!' She started for the front of the van.

'Santana,' Quinn shouted, chasing after her. 'San, stop.' She pushed the driver's side door closed as the Latina was trying to open it. 'Stop.' She repeated.

'Q, you know he isn't going to stop. He has been following me for, only God knows how long, and I don't know why.'

'Santana..'

'No, Q, I cant let him find us, we have to go.' She was pleading now, tears threatening to fall from her body, even though she cried most of them out last night. 'We have to go.' She whispered.

'Santana, you stabbed him in the chest with a crow bar.' Quinn smiled, 'He will have had to have gotten it looked at, by a doctor, and he doesn't know which way we went out of town. We're fine.'

'No, Q, I cant believe that. Not until you're safe.' Quinn looked at her strangely.

'You mean, until we're safe, Santana?'

'Yeah, oh, you know what I mean Q, so can we please go?' She begged, and the blonde took her had off of the door.

'Yeah, lets go.' Santana smiled, and opened the door, getting into the seat as pain free as she could manage, and waiting for Quinn to get in the passengers side. 'But take it slow,' Quinn added sternly, as she reached into the bag on the floor. 'I'll make breakfast.' She joked, picking out a chocolate bar and a bottle of water. Santana smiled, and then put the key into the ignition, roaring off again at a whole fifteen miles per hour.

Quinn was staring out of her window, again watching the scenery slowly fly past them, thinking about what it would be like to see their friends again. She missed them all so much, even Rachel, but they kind of had a connection now. All four of the girls did. And Quinn really wanted Santana to be with Brittany again, for both their sakes. They needed each other. 'San.' She said after a few minutes of staring.

'What is it Q?' She asked, not taking her eyes off of the road.

'A car.'

'What?' The brunette asked again.

'A car, someone is coming up behind us.' She was actually smiling. 'They could help us.' Santana was a little more weary of people than her blonde counterpart, so she thought about the worst of people rather than the best.

'What makes you think they'll help us?'

'Look at us S.' She said sarcastically. 'Look San, I know you're scared but we need help.' Santana couldn't help but agree, they did need help.

'Fine. I will slow down, but until I can see who is in that car I'm not stopping.'

'Okay, that's a good idea.' Quinn concurred, as Santana released the gas pedal and they began to slow. The car behind them was gaining, fast, probably just some guy who thinks no one else will be on the road so it's okay for him to speed.

'Can you see who it is yet?' Santana asked, busy on the road in front rather than behind.

'No, a little bit closer and I will though.' She said, squinting into the side mirror. 'The sun is reflecting of the hood, I cant make out faces.'

The car was almost right up behind them, and then Quinn said what Santana feared; 'Shit, S. Faster!'

'What?' Santana cried, 'Who…?' But from the look on Quinn's face Santana knew the answer; Doug.

'Shit.' She whispered, planting her foot to the floor, making the van go faster than it ever had before.