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Chapter 39

"Are you telling me that you do not like camping?" Rachel was sitting cross-legged on the floor. Park maps unfolded before her.

" I like camping Rach, I just hate the wilderness. It tries to kill me."

Rachel scoffed, picking up a different map. "Everything tries to kill you Santana."

"Because it's true baby!" She slid from the couch and down to the floor. "Last time I went camping it was with Britt and Q. You remember, that was the weekend your dads came and kidnapped you right before our wedding." Rachel squinted her eye's, thinking back.

"Yes, I came home to find you laid up in the hospital." Santana nodded.

"Yes, because Britt thought it would be funny to try and bring her fucking demon spawn along." A map flew at her but she ducked it. "That thing chased me up a tree Rach! And you know what?" Rachel just eyed her. "It was up there waiting for me!"

"No it was not Santana. There are many animals that like to dwell in trees. You just thought it was her."She went back to her maps, now circling potential camping sites.

"Rachel, I am telling you, it was that bastard cat. I know that growl and it most definatly growled before it lunged at me." She pulled the map away from Rachel. "Baby, I fell ten feet through a tree with a cat trying to eat my eyeballs." She handed the map back when Rachel just simply glared at her.

"Then I'll just have to tell her there are no cats allowed this time."

"Baby, that thing will break out of the house and track Brittany down."

Another thing Santana hated about camping... moving shit. There was always so much shit. Like what do you need four cantiens for? She continued to load the car, taking in all of the things that Rachel wanted to bring. Like fishing poles? She tossed those aside, hoping her beloved wife wouldn't notice. Her load continued, sleeping bags, tents, couple of coolers with food and drinks. Just everyday camping stuff until she noticed all the bags of clothing. Seven bags! Rachel had seven fucking bags of clothing for a three day camping trip. She had only packed two!

"Racehl! Rach!" She shouted, grabbing half the bags and dragging them up to the house. The upstairs window opened.

"What baby?" She leaned out it to see her wife. Santana pointed to all the bags surrounding her.

"This is what. Seven bags! Have you ever been camping? Because you don't need seven fucking bags!" She shouted, causing a few passing teenagers to laugh. Rachel's mouth hung open as she slammed the window shut and appeared at the front door moments later.

Santana knew she was in trouble. She could tell by the fire in Rachel's eye's. Trying to back peddle, she tripped over one of Rachel's blasted bags and landed straight on her ass. Her wife just stood over her.

"Did you just swear very loudly out in public?" Her voice was calm, but Santana could see the tremor in her hands. She just nodded, both girls unaware that the passing teenagers had stopped on their way back. Rachel leaned down and grabbed a hold of her ear, yanking a yelping Santana back to her feet.

The teens busrt out laughing catching the attention of the two women. Santana tried to send them a menicing growl but was only met with a sharp yank to her ear.

"Oh no, You are in trouble this time Santana. And growling at teenagers will not help the situation."She pulled her wife up to the house and slammed the door shut

Santana had been pouting for the better of two hours in the back of the car. Rachel had been intent on ignoring herthe entire time as she chatted away with Brittany.

"Stop scowling S. It makes you look ugly." Quinn said from beside her. Her eye's locked out the window. The other girl glared at her.

"Fuck off Q. I'm still hotter than you."

"Santana. You just used up your first warning." Rachel spoke from the front, both blondes giving them puzzled looks. Santana just snapped her mouth shut.

She pouted for another two hours.

They had finally reached the site and were just about done setting up when Santana felt a tingling sensation. She bolted upwards, staring into the woods for any signs of movement. She knew this feeling, she had this feeling when she fell out of a tree and ten feet to the ground. The demon was out there, and it was waiting.

"Santana? Honey what are you looking at?" She was throwing wood into the fire pit when she noticed her wife. Santana jumped at the noise.

"It's nothing, just thought I heard something."

The fire was starting to die down, that was how Santana found herself following Quinn through the dark ass woods, with one flash random russling noises starting to get to her. She let out a low whine when she once again felt that evil feeling. Quinn turned to her, the light passing over a small creature.

"What's the matter Lopez?" She was squinting towards the other girl.

"I swear Q and you may think I'm crazy, but I swear that fucking cat is out here." She was looking up at the trees. There was a lot of supiscious movement going on up there. Quinn started laughing.

"Madam Tubbington? Santana, that cat is like 50 miles away from here. You ar-" She was cut off my a low meow. Even Quinn knew that sound. "Santana?" She looked back and noticed the girl was gone. Suddenly she heard hissing and one loud ass Latina. "Fuck." And she bolted after her friend.

"Did you hear something?" Rachel was putting the last few sticks in the fire when another shout rang out.

"It's just late night bird song Rachel." Brittany replied, opening her mouth to shout back. Rachel rolled her eye's.

"No Britt." She held up a hand to silence the girl. "That sounds like Santana."

"Get this fucking thing off of me Q!" The sound echoed towards them. a small light being waved erraticlly through the trees.

"I'm trying. I'm still trying to figure out how the hell she got here." Quinn's voice reached them.

Rachel and Brittany both jumped when Santana ran straight for them, a cat hot on her heels. Brittany snatched her up like a pro, while her friend proceeded to trip over their sitting log and into the fire pit. Rachel rushed to her side.

"I told you Rachel." She groaned. "Its out to kill me."

That was the seond camping trip that landed Santana Lopez in the hospital.