What Do You Think He'll Do To Us?
They had spent the next half an hour working on the door, Quinn had even tried kicking it she got so frustrated. Santana had her back to the wall, sitting as comfortably as she could as Quinn planted one final kick onto the old wooden panelling. 'Damn it!' She yelled, falling back against the wall next to her friend.
'Not workin' huh Q?' She said sarcastically, smiling at the blonde who glared back at her. 'Just trying to lighten the mood.' She whispered, turning away from the blonde and staring straight ahead of her.
'Santana, we need to get out of here.'
'I know that Q.' She replied, looking back towards the blonde.
'What are we going to do?' She turned her head sideways and the Latina saw a tear roll down her cheek.
'Hey, Q, come on.' Santana said softly, wiping the tear away, wincing slightly as the movement aggravated her side.
'I'm serious Santana, what are we going to do to get out of here?' She had begun to cry, and it took everything Santana had not to join her.
'We're going to do everything we can.' She said, forcefully hauling herself up off of the floor with the help of the wooden table next to her, and she limped her way back over to the door.
'Santana, you need to take it easy.' Quinn stood up quickly after her, grabbing the bottom of the brunettes arm as they both reached the door.
'I'll take it easy when we get out of here.' She grinned at the blonde, fiddling with one of the hinges and then looking around the room. 'Q, can you check the drawers for me?'
'Yeah, what am I looking for?' She asked, leaving Santana leaning up against the wall.
'Anything with a flat edge, or anything that looks like a screwdriver. A letter opener, or keys or anything like that.'
'Santana, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't be stupid enough to leave any of that stuff just lying….' She pulled open a drawer in one of the large wooden chests of drawers, and she couldn't believe it.
'Q?' Santana called behind her after the blonde stopped talking.
'I don't believe this.' She whispered.
'What? Quinn?' Santana called again, but the blonde simply turned around, screwdriver in hand. 'Oh you have got to be kidding me.' The brunette said, even though a grin was appearing on her face. 'My dad is an idiot.'
'Yeah and insane, lets not forget insane.' Quinn added, walking over and handing the screwdriver to Santana.
'Okay, I need you to listen through the door, tell me if anyone's coming. I don't want to risk getting caught with this.' Quinn nodded, but then had a thought;
'Erm, Santana?'
'Yeah,' she was concentrating on the hinges, trying to undo one of the screws.
'Which door?' Santana stopped, and turning around she remembered that the room had four doors including the one she was working on.
'Okay, good point. Erm, I guess the one they came through last time.' She suggested, but the blonde was still unnerved by the whole thing. She didn't want to be away from Santana if they did come in. 'There's nothing else we can do Q, so just try that door and we'll have to take a chance.' She smiled at the blonde who timidly returned one and nodded, heading to the far corner.
'San?' Quinn asked after about five minutes of silence. She was pressed up against the door, listening for any movement outside.
'Yeah Q?' She replied, but didn't take her eyes off of what she was doing, one of the screws about half way out.
'What do you think he'll do to us? If they find us trying to escape I mean?'
'I don't… I don't know Quinn.' The blonde could hear the sadness in her friends voice. 'But I just..' She began, swallowing hard as she continued to work on the door. 'I just want you to know, whatever happens, that I'm.. I'm sorry, okay.'
'Santana,' Quinn began, the Latina cutting her off before she could protest.
'No, he's my dad, he did this to get back at me, and you got dragged down with me so I'm sorry. Just leave it at that Quinn.'
'Okay,' Quinn said quietly, and even though she couldn't see it, she knew Santana was crying.
'There,' Santana said after another few minutes. She turned to Quinn with a small screw in her hand; 'one down, seven to go.' She smiled, Quinn laughing at her and shaking her head.
'Just hurry your skinny ass up alright.'
'I know, I know, just listen to the door Q.'
'Yeah,' She replied, watching the Latina turn back to the door. But one screw wasn't going to help them at all, they needed all eight out to get the door off, and Mr Lopez could come in at any moment.