Just Pull The Fucking Trigger!

'Santana!' Quinn screamed as the car spun around, Santana stepping on the brakes and turning the wheel hard causing them to spiral out of control. Two bullets had passed through the glass, leaving them stunned as the car screeched to a halt.

'Shit, Q,' Santana turned to her, breathing heavily. 'You okay?'

'Yeah, yeah, you?' She looked at the brunette who nodded, and then Quinn's door opened.

'Where do you think you're going?' he grinned, grabbing the blonde by the shoulder and tossing her onto the ground. She landed heavily about four feet behind him, and then he walked over to her. As he turned around, Santana noticed that he had holstered his gun. At least he wasn't about to shoot them right then and there, which was probably a good thing.

'Quinn!' Santana flew out of her door, ignoring all of the aches in her body as she tried to make her way over to her friend, she was lying motionless on the floor. 'Quinn, no! no!' She yelled hysterically, and then her father turned to face her.

'Come here,' Mr Lopez grabbed her around the arm, pushing her back over to the car and slamming her up against it. 'What the fuck are you playing at? You really want to push me don't you.' She was crying to hard to answer as he slammed her body into the car once more. But then she noticed Quinn getting up, and then she saw where Quinn was heading, and needed to cause a distraction. If she could keep all of his attention on her it would give Quinn time recover.

'Why don't you just fucking do it already?' She screamed at him, looking right into his eyes. 'Just fucking kill me you coward!'

'Now, where would the fun be in that?' He grinned. 'I want to make you suffer you little whore…' then something crossed through his eyes, striking fear through the brunette. 'I have an idea.'

'What? What the hell could you possible do to hurt me any more?' She cried.

'I think I'm going to keep this going a little longer, maybe cut off some pieces.' He smiled, grabbing her left hand in his own and squeezing. 'Chop of a few fingers, send them to your mother, that should be fun right?' He squeezed harder, Santana letting out a shriek as she felt one of her fingers break. 'Oh I'm sorry,' he said sarcastically, 'did I hurt you?' He then let go of her hand and moved up to her throat. 'What about that friend of yours, what was her name? The retard, you know. Brittany, that's it.' He lent right into her face. 'What if we send a piece of you to Brittany? Something to remember you by once I do eventually kill you.' She whimpered, a vision of her girlfriend flashing through her mind as he put more pressure on her neck.

'You leave her out of this, you sick fuck!' She spat in his face. Her spit was pretty much blood, landing right over his left eye. He quickly wiped it up as he went for the gun in his holster.

'I wouldn't do that if I were you.' Quinn was standing behind him, Santana looked over his shoulder and saw the blonde. She was standing like an action hero or something, gun in her right hand and a hostile look on her face. 'Turn around motherfucker.' He did, slowly, but dragged Santana with him. He positioned the brunette in front of him and then looked Quinn in the eyes.

'You cant shoot me.' He chuckled, tightening his arm around Santana's throat.

'Wanna bet?' She replied, the fear in her eyes replaced with anger, and determination.

'You would have to shoot your own friend to get to me.' He lent over and kissed Santana on the cheek, looking up at Quinn as he did so, seeing rage flicker through her eyes. 'And I don't think you have enough in you to do that blondie.'

'Shoot him Q.' Santana whispered, looking at the blonde.

'What?'

'Just pull the fucking trigger.' She shouted, tears falling down her face. How the hell did it get to this? She thought as she watched Quinn struggling to make the decision.

'Santana I…'

'Do it Q!' She shouted, as her father watched their interaction closely.

'San, what if I…' She began, and then Mr Lopez started to laugh.

'What the fuck are you laughing at?' Santana cried, wriggling slightly in his grasp but her only held on tighter.

'She doesn't have the balls.' He growled, Quinn looking him right in the eyes. 'She is just as weak as you are baby, she couldn't kill anyone if she tried. She'll probably stand there and watch me put a bullet in your head before she thinks about pulling that trigger.' He reached behind him, pulling his own gun around to the front of him, pointing it at the blonde. Then a shot was fired.