Reunion

The car was rocking backwards and forwards, each bump they travelled over seemed worse than the last, knocking and aggravating every injury they had. Quinn was sitting with her side to the door, leaning her best not to mover her wrist much, with Santana leaning next to her in the middle seat, sleeping. Doug was driving with the new guy in the seat next to him, they didn't say a word. 'Where are we going?' Quinn asked after about an hour of driving.

'Away.' The new guy said.

'Yeah, we got that.' She replied sarcastically, and saw the mans eyes glare at her in the mirror. She felt like shrinking back into her seat, but didn't want to move and wake up the brunette. 'Why does this guy want Santana so badly? How long have you been watching her for?'

'You know you ask too many questions don't you? Things like that can get a girl killed.' He grinned at her, and she noticed that Doug was as quiet as a mouse with this guy next to him. She had the feeling he was in for a bollocking when they got wherever they were headed, and couldn't help but smile at the thought of someone kicking the shit out of him. And secretly she wished she could be the one to do it.

'Why wont anyone just tell us what's going on?' She said finally, almost whimpering.

'You'll find out soon enough, don't you worry.' He sighed, as if he didn't really want to be there, and then Doug turned the corner onto a very narrow dirt road, with actual trees along the side.

'Q?' Santana mumbled, a bump in the road waking her from her slumber.

'Hey,' the blonde smiled down at her. 'It's okay.' She added, seeing the disoriented look on the face of her friend.

'Where are we?' Santana asked, rubbing her eyes as they adjusted to the light, and slowly sitting up straight.

'I don't know,' Quinn admitted, 'they wont tell me. Are you okay?' She looked at the brunette.

'Yeah, but I think I'm gonna hurl again if this car doesn't stop moving soon.' She tried to smile at the blonde next to her, but her eyes were drawn to the front and she gazed out of the window. Quinn saw a look on Santana's face. A look that she had rarely seen on the smaller girl.

'S? what's wrong?' Quinn gently touched her knee with her hand.

'I..' she mumbled still looking ahead as the car sped past the rows of tall trees. 'I know this place Q.'

'What?'

'I recognise it, this road, the trees.' She couldn't quite place it in her mind, but she knew it was familiar. 'I've been here before Q.'

'But, how is that possible?' Quinn asked, and then she saw Doug giving the man next to him an odd glance.

'Doug?' Quinn stared at the back of his neck, 'where are we?'

'He said…' Doug began, but stopped.

'What, what did he say? Who the hell is he?' Quinn was incredibly frustrated now, they needed some answers.

'He said she wouldn't remember.' And that was all the explanation they got before the car screeched to a stop. They looked to their right and were met by a huge house, bigger than any house they had ever seen. It was at least three levels and had high gates all around it.

'Santana, you remember this house?' Quinn asked, as the brunette stared onwards, she nodded slowly.

'Why does she remember this house?'

'You really do ask too many questions kid, wait until we get inside, then you can ask him yourself.' But just as Doug was about to get out of the car, a bullet struck him in the skull. It came shooting through the window before he could pull the handle, spilling his blood over the seat. Santana jumped painfully back until she could feel Quinn's are around her, both girls gasped, eyes wide in shock. Whereas, all the mysterious new man did was smile. 'What the fuck!' Santana managed to shout, but then the door to their right swung open, revealing the shooter, and a terrifying reunion Santana never wanted to have.