Come On, Come On, Come On!
'Okay, so who's gonna do this?' Santana asked, as they were sitting underneath the window they planned on smashing.
'First I think we need something to smash it with.' Quinn reminded her, the Latina getting ahead of herself.
'Right, yeah, erm,' She looked around the room. 'What about that?' She pointed to something above the fireplace. Quinn pulled up on the window ledge and then walked over to it, picking it up and spinning around.
'A silver candlestick.' She walked back over to the window. 'What is this place, the Cluedo Mansion?'
Santana laughed lifting herself up with the help of the same window ledge. 'Yeah, it was the hot blonde, in the living room with the candle stick.' She winked at Quinn, moving to take the object from her friend.
'What are you doing?' Quinn asked, pulling back.
'I'm smashing the window what do you think I'm doing?'
'Oh no you're not, you look like you could fall any minute.' Quinn pointed out.
'So, one arm,' Santana pointed to Quinn's other hand, sighing. 'How many times are we going to debate this, just smash the damn thing.' Santana conceded, falling back against the wall and out of the way.
'Okay, ready?' She prepared herself, taking one last look at the chair they had moved in front of the window. That way it would be easier to climb out after the glass smashed.
'Yeah, go for it.' The Latina replied, as the blonde raised the candlestick over her head and thrust in into the pane of glass. With that one blow the glass shattered, both girls turning their heads to avoid getting hit bay any of it.
'Damn Q, nice arm.' Santana replied, the blonde's hair falling over her face as they turned back to face each other.
'Thanks, now,' she grabbed Santana's arm, pulling her up, 'come on.' Quinn hauled Santana up as best she could, helping her go through the window legs first. 'Be careful of the glass,' She said, as Santana landed on the other side with a thump, still standing but she had to cling onto the wall to stay up right. She was closely followed by Quinn, landing right beside her and pulling the Latina forwards once more. They ran as fast as they could towards the car outside the garage, only to hear shouting moments later;
'Hey! Hey you bitches! Get the fuck back here!'
'Santana, shit, it's Steve. He's seen us.'
'Okay, okay.' Santana replied rather agitatedly as they finally got to the car. She pulled on the drivers door, swinging it open and practically falling onto the seat. Quinn had done the same beside her and then Santana began to focus on getting the car going. Quinn watched as Steve began to climb out of the window after them, he had gone back for a gun and was now sprinting towards them, he meant business this time, he was going to kill them.
'Come on S.' Quinn whispered, Steve getting closer and closer.
'Don't you start that fucking car!' He yelled, and then Quinn saw Mr Lopez walking around the side of the house. 'Shit, shit, San they're both here.'
'Give me a sec Q.' She replied, rather calmly as she focused on the job in hand. Rubbing the wires together and praying for a spark, anything to kick start the old car into life.
'Santana.' She repeated, her voice becoming more terrified every moment. 'Santana.'
'I know.' She felt a spark, just one but it was enough to give her hope. 'Come on you bastard.' She was talking to the car now, literally.
'Come on, come on, come on! Santana!' She cried, Steve only a second away from reaching them. And then the car burst into life. Santana let out a laugh of relief and accomplishment as she put it in gear and stepped down hard on the gas. The car let out an unhealthy creak as she spun the wheels, and then she ploughed forwards, directly into Steve. He was so close at that point the didn't have any time to react and they ran right over him. They felt his body beneath the car, like going over a speed bump. They heard some of his bones crack as they went over him, leaving his body in a pile behind them. 'Santana, San, your dad.' The Latina looked forwards, he was standing in front of them with a huge grin on his face. He then lifted up his own gun and fired into the windshield.