"Are you okay?"
Santana stopped packing as Rachel's arms wrapped around her. She straightened up and leaned back into her hug, turning to kiss her as she leaned her head on her shoulder.
"Not really."
Rachel nodded and hugged tighter.
"Do you think we're doing the right thing?" Santana asked softly, running her hands up and down Rachel's arms.
"I think we don't really have much of a choice." She sighed, pressing a kiss below Santana's ear. "We either go with her or we leave town. We can't stay here anymore. Sebastian must have followed us."
Santana sighed and turned to face her, linking her hands loosely behind her neck. "I'm so sorry. I have been so stupid. If I hadn't gone out there that night..."
"He would have still have told her."
"Yeah, well if I hadn't gone to him in the first place…"
"Santana, we had no choice. This is not your fault."
"But if Marley hadn't come to us, if they had gotten here first…"
"But they didn't."
"But what if they had?" Santana scrunched her face up and shook her head. "Rachel, if anything had happened to you, I…"
Rachel cut her off with a kiss and pressed her hands to the side of her head, forcing her to meet her gaze. "But nothing did happen to me. And nothing will. As long as we stick together, okay? No more running off by yourself, throwing yourself in front of me. I'm stronger than you think, Santana, and so are you. When we stand together Sue Sylvester doesn't stand a chance."
Santana smiled sadly and rested her forehead against Rachel's. "Yeah, I'm sure she's quaking in her sneakers."
"Well how could she not be?" She smiled, looking up into her eyes. "I bet she never in her wildest dreams pictured the two of us together."
"Wanky." Santana whispered, grinning wickedly.
"Santana Lopez!" Rachel shrieked, swatting her lightly on the arm. "You know that's know what I meant!"
"Well I don't know," She grinned, dropping her hands to grab the shorter girl's ass. "Your mind seems to have dropped a few stories in the last few months." She pulled her into a kiss, moving from her lips and up her jawline before whispering into her ear. "I wouldn't put it past you to suggest putting on a sex show to distract her…"
"Hmm," Rachel grinned, wrapping her arms around Santana's neck and pressing up against her. "Well, it would be unexpected…"
"Rachel Berry, you are filthy…" She laughed lowly against her neck, squeezing her ass before running her hands up her back and pulling her into a hug. "Come on, we need to get going."
Rachel stopped her from pulling away and kissed her passionately. Santana felt the fire start to burn in the pit of her stomach and groaned in frustration as Rachel moved away.
"Not fair." She muttered, turning back to her bag and stuffing things into it.
"Aw, baby," Rachel smirked. "Don't sulk, it's not very attractive."
Santana opened her mouth to reply but ending up shouting in surprise when Rachel slapped her ass soundly and walked off. She turned round and gawped at the door in surprise as her girlfriend strolled through it, laughing dirtily.
"Dios mio, I've created a monster." She muttered, turning back to her bag.
Santana slung her bags in the back of the truck and walked back into the building that had been their home for the past 6 months for the last time. It wasn't much, really, some little abandoned backstreet gym that she had stumbled across one night when she was drunk and lost (not that she had ever admitted that to Rachel), but it had kept them safe. Until she had fucked it all up with her reckless downward spiral of self loathing.
She shook her head and grabbed her jacket and helmet. Fucking Sebastian. She couldn't believe that she had even dared to hope that he would help them. She pulled her jacket on and pulled the door to the kitchen closed, a grin slowly spreading over her face as she turned around to see Rachel leaning suggestively on her bike.
"Ready to go baby?"
"Always," Santana smirked, making her way across the room and running her hands up Rachel's body. She smiled and grabbed hold of her jacket, pulling her in close.
"Ahem."
The two of them snapped their heads towards the door, just in time to see Cara roll her eyes and gesture towards the truck.
"I guess that means they're waiting for us." Santana sighed, pulling her helmet on and jumping onto the bike.
She started the engine and peeled out of the garage, pulling up alongside the cab of the truck and pushing up her visor.
"You sure about this?" Puck asked from behind the wheel.
"Don't see that we have another choice." She shrugged. "We just need to keep our eyes open. We stick together, okay? No matter what happens."
Puck nodded and pulled into the road. Santana flipped her visor back down and took off after them, smiling at the feel of Rachel's arms tightening around her waist. As fucked as this situation was she couldn't help but feel better than she had done in a long time. Sure, they could all be riding to their death, but she had Rachel and her two best friends with her and Rachel was right, together they were strong. Assuming, of course, her best friends turning psychotic wasn't going to become a theme in her life.
She was beginning to get a little alarmed by the direction Marley was taking them. It was almost the exact route that she had gone the other night and Santana didn't like it one bit. She accelerated so she was once again alongside the cab of the truck and gestured for Puck to pull over.
"I just thought that this would be a good time to remind our little friend here that if she is leading us into a trap I will put my hand down her throat, rip her lungs out and beat her to death with them. Comprende?"
Marley's eyes went comically wide and she nodded wordlessly.
"Now, I have noticed that we are heading towards the airport. Do you know what is just past the airport, Lemur?"
Seemingly making a conscious effort to reign in her eyes Marley nodded again. "We...we don't go that far, though." She mumbled. "It's just about another half mile up here on the right. The industrial park."
Santana studied the road ahead for a moment, then jutted her chin out and nodded sharply. "Then lead on, MacDuff."
Puck started the truck again and took off, Santana and Rachel falling in behind them. She could practically feel Rachel's urge to correct her quotation and laughed to herself when she realised how well they knew each other. Who would have thought that the two of them would have ended up like this? Somehow, of all the things that had happened over the last six years, the fact that she was completely, utterly, head over heels in love with Rachel Berry was still the thing that surprised her the most. Stranger still was that her relationship with Rachel was the only thing that seemed to make sense. She could imagine the look on her high school self's face if she was told that this was what the future had in store. Something like when she found out about Puck and Zizes.
She felt Rachel lay her head against her back and instinctively dropped her hand to rub her arm. This was her life. She would do anything to protect it.
The truck slowed and turned the corner. Santana followed and kept a close eye on her surroundings as they pulled deeper into the park. This was it. The point of no return.
"Here we go." She muttered to herself as the truck pulled to a stop. Rachel's arms tightened around her as she parked the bike. She kicked the stand down and swung her leg off, holding her hand out to Rachel as she looked up at the building. It was big, dark and looked abandoned. As good a place as any for a lynching, she supposed.
"I don't like it." Cara muttered from behind her.
Santana pulled her helmet off and threw it in the back of the truck. "Me either. Eyes open, stick together. Anything even remotely strange happens we punch our way out and don't stop til we get to…" She glanced over Cara's shoulder and saw Marley standing there. "Well, you know where."
Cara nodded and discreetly patted her waistband. Santana gave a tight nod and walked over to Marley.
"Alright." She crossed her arms and looked the girl up and down. "Let's get this over with, shall we?"
Marley nodded and moved towards the building. Santana grabbed her arm and pulled her close.
"Remember what I said, Pippi. If anything happens in there, to any of us, you are the first one that gets dead."
Marley nodded slowly and waited for Santana to release her before she walked over to a door at the side of the building. Santana followed her, Rachel falling into step beside her, Cara and Puck bringing up the rear. The door opened and Marley looked back at them before walking in. She glanced at Rachel, who gave her a nod and a small smile before taking her hand.
They walked through the door into a dark corridor. Rachel's hand gripped hers a little tighter and they moved forward slowly, passing doors on the left and right. Marley was a few paces ahead and eventually went to a set of double doors on the left. Rachel stopped suddenly and Santana could feel her hand shaking in her own.
"Rachel?" She turned to face her. She looked terrified and her breathing was fast and uneven. "Rach, what's wrong?"
"This isn't right." Rachel whispered, shaking her head, eyes wide. "This isn't right. We can't go in there."
"Hey, it's okay." She wrapped her arms around Rachel and held her tight. "Ssh, ssh, it's okay."
"Please, let's just leave."
"Okay. We'll go. Just tell me what's wrong?"
"I...it just feels…" Rachel clung to Santana, her breathing starting to calm down. "I feel like I've been here before."
Santana pulled back enough to look into her eyes. "When?"
"I...it doesn't matter. It's just that I have a really bad feeling and I…" Rachel's whole body went rigid.
"Hello Rachel."
Rachel was staring over her shoulder. Santana didn't need to turn around to know who that voice belonged to.
"You have got to be kidding me."