You Wont Be Doing It Alone
She was coming too. Her head spun her in circles as she pulled herself over onto her side. The blurry edges were fading away as she tried to focus on what she was looking at. Something lying next to her, something human. Blood, she saw the blood first. Was it hers? And then the hair, blonde, blonde hair. Quinn. A horrendous cough shook her body, wrenching up all of her insides. Well that's what it felt like. More blood escaped her lips as she pressed her face into the floor, bringing her hand up to wipe away a tear. 'Q..' she coughed again, looking at the girl lying next to her. She managed to drag herself up, leaning painfully on one arm as she studied her friend. Quinn's gaze was fixed towards the ceiling, the only movement about her were the tears that didn't stop falling from her eyes. 'Quinn..' Santana repeated, stretching a hand out to place it on Quinn's arm. She flinched away. 'Q, it's me, it's okay.' She sobbed, and then Quinn turned her eyes towards the Latina.
'How did you go through that twice San?' She was openly crying at the Latina, who just shrugged, not sure how to answer that but knowing what the blonde was referring to.
'It'll be… it'll be fine, okay?' Santana moved as close to her as she could, wrapping an arm gently across her stomach. 'I'm so fucking sorry.' The brunette whispered as she placed her head back onto the floor next to Quinn's shoulder.
'It feels…' Quinn stopped, turning painfully onto her own side so that they were facing each other. 'It feels like, he ripped something out of me.' She cried, Santana looking on with glazed eyes. 'It feels..' She sobbed once more, and then Santana put a hand gently on the blonde's face, and looked deeply into her eyes.
'I know.' She caressed her cheek as the blond cried, and surveyed the damage done to her. Her dress was ripped, nearly all the way up to her thigh, blood covering the bottom of it. She had more bruises on her face, more blood there too. Santana was going to kill Steve. She had decided that the moment she saw what he had done to Quinn. And her father. She didn't care about who he was to her once, now she was going to stop him for good. 'Q, look at me.' She croaked, wiping a tear from her own cheek as the blonde's green irises met her own brown ones. 'I promise I'm going to get us out of here. I really mean it this time okay, and if we have to go through them to do it, I promise I will kill them both. One way or another they will pay for what they've done to us.'
'Okay,' she sniffed, 'but you wont be doing it alone.' And with that she clasped her hand tightly around the brunettes. Both girls hands were dry and bruised and covered in blood. And in that moment they had never felt so glad to have the other one by their side.
'So do we have a plan?' Quinn asked after a few moments. She had managed to drag herself back to lean against the wall, Santana still lying in front of her as she found moving pretty painful.
'I have no idea,' she admitted, 'but at the moment I can hardly move,' she winced, trying to pull herself up.
'San, just stay there okay,' Quinn pleaded with her, but the brunette wasn't listening.
'No I can…' she felt her side stinging, 'I can do it Q,' She was on her knees now, bracing herself for what she would feel when she pushed up to her feet. She took in a deep breath, the blonde watching her with concerned eyes. 'I got this.' She whispered to herself, and then she stood. She was up, smiling at Quinn as she looked down at her, the blonde smiling back until she saw the expression on Santana's face change.
'San?' she asked, 'Santana!'
'Ahh, shit, shit!' She cried, falling back down to the ground clutching her stomach. 'Damn it!' she yelled, banging her fist onto the floor beside her as she rolled onto her front.
'San, it's okay.' Quinn crawled over to her, sitting back on her knees as she placed her hand on the brunettes back.
'No, it's not fucking okay.' She cried. 'How am I supposed to get us out of here if I cant fucking walk!' She yelled, Quinn rubbing circles on her back. The brunette let out a sigh and then fell onto her back, Quinn moving her hand away. They looked at each other for a moment neither one sure what to say next, until something caught Santana's eye. 'Window.' She whispered.
'What?' Quinn looked behind her. A window.
'We can open it and get out, we're on the first floor.' Santana grinned, lifting her head off of the hard floor and studying the glass panel.
'How are we supposed to get that open? Quinn wondered out loud.
'I dunno yet, just..' she winced, 'help me over there will you.' Quinn obliged, lifting the brunette up with her right arm, as they stumbled over to the window together. They then studied the door, as Quinn said;
'Key, we need a key.' She pointed to the rusty lock on the side of the window.
'Or,' Santana began.
'What?' Quinn looked at her oddly.
'Or we just smash it. It's not that thick.' She looked at the blonde.
'Are you crazy, they'll hear us.' Quinn didn't know what the Latina was thinking, but if they got caught again, at least one of them would be dead, if not both of them.
'Come on Q, we..' She swallowed. 'We have to get out of here. And look,' She added pointing to an old car parked outside on of the garages. 'If we can get over there I can get us out of here.'
'What, how?' Quinn looked confused again.
'You know I can hotwire a car, Jesus Q, do you not know me at all.' She smiled, she was teasing the blonde and Quinn knew it.
'Fine, fine,' She laughed. 'What are we going to smash it with?'