I Cant Feel A Thing

She exhaled, releasing the trigger and dropping the gun to the floor. She saw Santana and her father both fly backwards into the car, glass shattering around them as Mr Lopez's back smashed into it. She let out a shaky breath, trying to keep herself steady. Neither of them moved. 'Santana! No, no, no, what have I done?' She scrambled over to the brunette, pulling her away from him and holding her in her arms. 'Santana, San?' She yelled, and then she opened her eyes. 'Santana! Thank God are you okay?' She cried, and then looked over at Mr Lopez, blood seeping from a hole in his chest just below his right shoulder.

'I.. you, you pulled the trigger.' Santana looked up at her.

'I know, I don't..' she sniffed, 'I don't know what I was thinking, I'm so sorry Santana.' She pulled the brunette up into her chest, clinging on for dear life.

'Q, it's okay,' she chuckled, 'You saved me.' Tears falling from her own eyes as the blonde pulled away, having felt something on the Latina. 'Q?'

'Santana you're bleeding!'

'I'm fine Quinn, I promise I'm fine.' She sat up, Quinn putting her wounded arm around the Latina's back to keep her upright. And then she looked down the side of Santana's right arm. Blood was trailing down it, draining out from a wound nearly on the top of her shoulder.

'I, I fucking shot you.' Quinn looked at the blood, her eyes glazing over. 'I..'

'Quinn, look at me.' Santana caught her eyes glistening over with tears. 'I'm fine. You saved us. You did what you had to and you saved us.'

'But Santana I shot you!'

'Trust me Q, I cant feel a thing.' She smiled, 'And besides, if it were the other way around, I would have shot your skinny white ass in a heartbeat.' Quinn burst out laughing, and crying, not sure which emotion to take care of first.

'In a heartbeat, you would.' She grinned at the smaller girl.

'Damn right I would. Now come on,' She moved gently, Quinn lifting her up once more as they hobbled back over to the car. Santana paused, looking down over the man who was supposed to be her father. 'Prick.' She spat. She would have been crying about the whole situation but he wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth crying over her for what he had done to them.

'Santana, come on.' Quinn tugged her arm as she cleared the glass off of the passengers seat. The brunette smiled at her, making her way round to the other side of the car. She was holding on the hole time, afraid that if she slipped once she wouldn't have the strength to get back up again. She finally reached the door and pulled it open, sliding in just as Quinn slammed her door closed. The brunette put her head back on the seat, closed her eyes and let out a slow breath. She felt everything inside of her ache and cry out in pain, her face screwing up in agony as she felt the blonde next to her take her hand. 'You okay?'

'Not yet, but I will be.' She smiled. 'You?'

'Not yet.' She repeated the Latina; 'but I will be.' She grinned, Santana starting up the car.

'So, Ms Fabray, where can I take you toady?'

'Oh I don't know, a hospital sounds good.' She laughed.

'Yeah, but I kid of want to get back to Lima, I don't want to be in a strange hospital.'

'A strange hospital without your beautiful blonde?' Quinn questioned, Santana sighing and looking at her.

'I need her Q, I'm sorry but I need to get back to her.'

'I know,' She grinned, 'do you remember the way from here?'

'I think so, without all of the stops we had on the way here it should only take like seven hours?' She thought.

'Okay, well lets get a move on.' Santana smiled thankfully at the blonde next to her as she set off down the drive way.

'Oh,' Santana said as they made it onto the highway. 'I almost forgot, you have your own blonde to get back to.'

'Yeah, I cant imagine what he's been thinking this whole time.' She said, resting her head back on the seat and watching the Latina drive. She had tied a strip of her dress around Santana's arm, stopping the bleeding from where the bullet scraped her. There wasn't much they could do about the broken finger, so like Quinn's wrist she had to endure it until they got back. Looking over all of her cuts and bruises Quinn wondered how she would ever recover from this. She would put on a brave face the whole time but the blonde would always know that the events of the past week or so would haunt her forever. It was going to haunt her too, she knew that, but for Santana? It was her father after all, that's not something she could just put behind her. And what will all the kids in glee think? Would they blame Santana for what happened because of her father? They would be fools to do that because no way was it her fault, but one of them could throw it out there. Would they feel sorry for her? Because Quinn knew Santana, and she wouldn't want anyone feeling pity towards her. She would just want to be left alone, but that wasn't going to be an option. Her mother would know soon, as well as the glee club, the school. And then everyone.

Don't worry guys, this isnt the end! i just want to make sure i get the next part right!
thanks for reading! xx:)