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Disclaimer: I don't own Glee no matter how much I dream about it at night. I also don't own Twilight, Supernatural, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Oh wow hi everyone, can I say how extremely sorry I am for not updating for so long. I was sideline by a lung infection not long after the last update and just when I thought I kicked it's ass it came back and bit me in the ass hard. So hard that I had to spend another few days in the hospital. So please, please don't kill me. A good thing about having so much time on my hands is that I was able to go back and do some serious editing on all my stories. So if you go back and reread it you'll see that my mistakes have been corrected. Hopefully I got all of them and the stories flows better now. I also noticed after rereading this story, I never gave you guys a timeline. So I did in this chapter, hopefully it won't confuse anybody. As always thank you guys for your awesome support. Okay kiddies on with the show.
Chapter Two: Santana

Santana sighs seriously frustrated what was normally a 4 hour drive to Lima turned into a fucking 4 day drive. The highway was blocked by abandon cars, or at least she hopes that their abandon. The Latina had to go a completely different route and to top it all off she fucking ran out of gas. It took her nearly all day to find gas because all the stations she came across were closed and you better believe that Santana Lopez wasn't going to go near a car with a body in it.
She needs to get to Brittany, for all she knows Brittany is all alone and scared. She loves the girl but she can't take care of herself with the world like this now. Hell Brittany barely took care of herself when the world wasn't fucking crazy. Then there are her parents she hadn't been able to get ahold of them since for the last week or so. And Quinn but she doesn't even want to think about Quinn right now. After that damn argument she figured that she still had plenty of time of time to tell her how she felt. She was to mad at the time that she ignored all of Quinn's attempts to reach out to her but then life got in the way and the distance grew to wide.
Then this virus hit and she couldn't figure out what she was supposed to do. She should've left with Britt but she was too caught up in work and fuck she didn't think it be this bad. She wishes she knew what happened to her parents. She wishes that she knew how her best friend was. But most of all she wishes she knew what happened to the girl she loved. She spent the last week or so berating herself for not reaching out when she heard about Frannie and her family. Santana guesses that she didn't really believe what was going on.
That was stupid of her, for all she knows Santana missed her last chance at telling Quinn that she was deeply in love with her. She sighs closing her eyes briefly feeling more tired than she's ever been. Of course the fact that she's been driving 2 days straight might have something to do with it. Santana leans forward seeing something on the road and then slams down on the brakes. She struggled to keep control of her car, skidding to a stop before she hit the object in the road.
"What the fuck!" Santana shouts.
The object in the road moves causing Santana to gasps in surprise. The Latina leans over the wheel to get a closer look, it's a body. Holy hell I almost ran over someone! Santana thinks. She watches as the body moves sluggishly to its feet. Her headlights reflected what could be a gun, and that causes the Latina to panic.
She reaches over to the gear shift ready to put this bitch in reverse and find another way to Lima. But before she could do just that, she hears a tapping at her window. Santana closes her eyes cursing at the fact that she was only watching the body in front of her and not paying attention to her surroundings.
"Hey can you roll down the window," a feminine voice says softly. "I promise that we don't bite."
Santana swallows an inappropriate laugh as she opens her eyes, "I'd rather not, if it's all the same to you." Santana stays looking straight ahead as the object, who turns out to be another female, leaning over her hood looking very exhausted. She has to admire the curves on the taller brunette; she is only human after all.
The voice on her side chuckles, "Fair enough, that's fine. We were just wondering where the hell we were?"
Santana loosens the death grip on her steering wheel, "About 25 miles away from Lima, Ohio." The female draped on her hood looks injured, "What's wrong with your girl over there?"
"Uh we kinda crashed our car about 10 miles west of here," the over female replies. "It totally wasn't my fault, this stupid deer jumped in front of us and I had to swerve out of the way. So then boom there goes my car into a ditch!"
The other female chuckles weakly, "It's not like she this awesome driver to begin with, ya know."
Santana smiles faintly at the Boston accent, "So what the hell where you doing in the middle of the road? Trying to finish the job?"
The injured female shrugs but starts groaning at the pain in her shoulder, "Nah I was just resting while Twinkie took a tinkle and it's not like I was expecting any cars to pass by. But that's not a bad idea if I have to listen to anymore of Twinkie's bitchin'."
'Twinkie' huffs, "Tell you what uber skank next time you try walking in this heels and see if they don't kill your feet."
Santana chuckles out their bantering reminding her of Quinn and herself, "Okay that explains her but what where you doing playing ninja and sneaking up on me Twinkie?" She finally turns her head to look at the other girl for the first time, noticing that she's about as tall as Berry and a hot blonde.
She sees the girl crossing her arms pouting, "Great thanks a lot Faith! Now you have someone else calling me Twinkie!"
Faith grins widely her dimples winking at Santana. The Latina but to smile back her own dimples winking back at the girl, "Well it's better than Buffy, right. I mean I love Mrs. S and all that but she must have been high to name you that."
Santana guffaws, "Buffy? You're names Buffy? What the actually fuck?"
Buffy flips both brunettes off, "Shut it Faith before I drop kick your ass." She turns any from her idiot companion, "So we're like not even close to Boston yet?" Santana shakes her head, "Well fuck, a week on the damn road and we're still far away!" The brunettes could clearly hear the tears in the shorter blonde's voice.
Faith clears her throat as she swallows the last of her laughter, "Aww come on B, we're not that far another day or so and then we'll find Squirt."
Santana bites her lip weighing her options; she could either leave these two girls out here to fend for themselves or drive them up to Lima getting them closer to whoever this Squirt person is. Santana sighs hoping that she won't regret her decision, "Get in girls, I'm on my way to Lima which is about 800 miles away from Boston. I'm Santana by the way."
Buffy claps excitedly, "Are you sure? Because that would be so awesome, thank you." She runs into the dark picking up there bags as Faith slowly maneuvers her way into the back sit. Buffy opens the door throwing their bags into the back before bouncing into the front next to Santana. "We can't thank you enough Santana. You didn't have to offer us a ride, hell you didn't even have to stop."
Santana shrugs as she starts driving again, "If it was me than I'd want someone to stop and it's not like I'm going out of my way either Lima's right there."
"So what's in Lima?" Buffy ask as she eases off her ridiculously impractical shoes, "If you don't mind me asking?"
Santana shrugs, "It's my home town you know, everyone I ever knew or loved is there or was there. At this point I don't know where everyone is since I haven't been able to get a hold of my parents. My best friend left almost a week ago because her family got sick." You could hear the tears choking the Latina's voice, "And my-my Quinn, my other best friend I haven't heard from in over a year because of a stupid fight."
Santana takes a deep breath, "What about you, what's in Boston?"
Buffy bites her lip, fighting her own tears, "I'm from, I mean we're from Cali although technically Faith's from Boston, but anyway I sent my little sister Dawnie to Massachusetts with my best friends after this whole thing started I thought that Dawnie would be safer away from this thing."
Santana frowns confused, "Why didn't you go with her if you were so worried?"
Faith leans over the seat still in obvious pain, "Mrs. S was sick and Twinkie had to take care of her and little D was ill before this shit happened."
Buffy nodded, "Yeah Dawnie had leukemia last year and she's still in recovery, so her immune systems shot."
"So Buff sent her on her way with a couple of her besties Willow and Tara," Faith sits back feeling drained. "The thing is when Mrs. S and G man and English didn't get any better we lost contact with the girls. So we sent our other buddies Anya and Xander after them before the roads were closed."
Santana nods, "Whose G man and English?"
Buffy snickers, "That's Faith's parole officers."
Santana swallows; Oh shit did I just let a criminal in my car? "Seriously?"
Faith guffaws, "You should see your face right about now spit fire! No she's not serious English is, was my foster Dad Wesley and G man was B's like father figure 'cos her real Dad's a fuck face."
Santana glares at the girls, "Not funny putas next time I'm just going to leave your asses on the side of the road." She gave and laughed with the other two girls, "Okay but still why send Dawnie to Boston?"
Faith closed her eyes her fucking ribs were killing her, "'Cos my ex lives there and it's the furthest away from Cali and that fucking virus at the time. But then the whole country got sick and the phones went crazy and to top it off for us the governor declared martial law on our ass."
Santana glances in her mirror, "Are you okay Faith? You look pretty beat up and in pain."
Buffy lowers her eyes feeling guilty, "I think she busted some ribs when I swerved out of the way."
Faith smiles sweetly at her "Don't worry Twinkie you were a horrible driver before the world went crazy. So I don't think you're driving could possible improve, ever."
The short blonde glares and her companion, "Fuck you trailer trash! I knew I should have left you in Sunnydale!" She continues ranting over Faith's laughter, "But no I had to fall for those damn puppy dog eyes and you're stupid five by five…"
Santana looks over at her follow brunette confused, "Five by five?"
Buffy scoffs "See no normal person knows what the hell five by five means."
Santana shakes her head feeling a head ache forming, "Maybe I should've left you both at the side of the road. I was by myself before but at least I didn't have a headache."
Buffy shuts her mouth before uttering another word and Faith silently applauds Santana's ability to shut up her blonde friend so quickly. Santana sighs, "Thank you how old are you guys anyway?"
Buffy pouts, "Well I'm 17 and Faith's 16 she's the baby besides Dawnie who's 13."
Santana swallows no wonder they're acting like little children because they are little kids, "Okay I'm 20 and fuck I don't feel right leaving a bunch of kids roaming around on their own."
Faith scowls, "I've been on my own since I was 9 Santana, my ma left me one day and never came back. In south Boston no less, so trust me when I say I can handle myself and Twinkie up there with no help from anyone."
Santana gives the younger girl her best HBIC glare, which has Faith swallowing and lowering her gaze, "No obviously you can't if you crash a car and walked 10 fucking miles injured and in heels. I bet Blondie over her as blisters bigger than you're fucking attitude. So don't you dare say you can handle yourself fine." Both teens wince turning their heads away, but Santana wasn't finished, "And another fucking thing that you two are so damn smart about, getting in a car with a stranger. Luckily for you that I'm not some damn pervert that's going to fucking rape you and then bump your bodies somewhere."
Faith flushes embarrassed, "Okay you have a point but you're not that smart either genius letting two strangers in your car when you have no clue if we're armed or what."
Santana smirks reaching under leg with her left hand and pulls out a Glock 22, "I'm not as stupid as you seem to think girls. And yes I know how to use it, my Papi was, is a cop so I've been shooting since I could walk."
Faith eyes the gun feeling scared not for the first time since this whole thing started, "Okay so we'll be more careful from now on and I won't let Buff drive. Does that make you happy?"
Santana tucks the gun back under her leg, "It's a start." She looks over briefly at the frighten teens feeling bad about scaring them, "Tell you what I'll take you up to Boston after I finish my business in Lima. I have a few friends in New York and Connecticut I should see and along the way I'll give you some shooting lessons if you need it."
Buffy shakes her head, "I may not look like it but I can handle myself fine Giles or G man like Faith likes to call him, has been training me in martial arts since I was 7." Buffy glances at Faith who she seems to be having a silent conversation with, "But we'll take you up on the shooting lessons because somehow I don't see my ability to shoot a bow will come in handy if I'm attacked."
Faith winches as she decides to lay down, "Maybe not a face to face attack Twinkie but a sneak attack would be cool. You could be our own personal sniper yo."
Santana snickers, these two girls remind her of herself and Quinn always bickering but maybe something more, "Get some rest girls we should be getting there in about an hour if the roads stay clear."
Buffy nods snuggling into her seat, while Faith already fell asleep. Santana sighs she really should've taken two teenage girls on when she already has problems of her own. But she couldn't just ditch them on the side of the road to fend for themselves. Hell Twinkie doesn't even have enough common sense to wear sensible shoes and comfortable clothes. Faith is all attitude just itching for a fight which will get them in trouble later on.
The Latina swallows over the lump in her throat, plus she doesn't even know if her B's okay. So some company will be good for her, they can take shifts on driving. As long as Buffy (Santana scoffs it's a ridiculous name) doesn't crash her car too. The smaller brunette tightens her hand on the wheel, the last she heard from B was that she was okay but her family was sick. She was supposed to get there days ago and who knows what's happening with her friend. Santana sighs as she starts thinking back to over a year ago…

Flash back 464 days before the world turned to shit
Santana walked around nervously waiting for her other blonde to show up for the gangs' graduation which was in about 2 hours. The last time she talked to Quinn was a week ago, but she wasn't sure if she'd make it. Schools been hectic she said, well fuck it schools been a bitch for her as well but Santana somehow managed to make it for New Directions performances and holidays unlike her.
But this was too important to miss, her best friends graduation. I mean come on Britts did it all by herself because she didn't like being left behind. All three of them have been friends forever so Quinn couldn't be so selfish as to miss this, right?
Santana pulls out her phone and starts swearing in Spanish when she has no missed messages from Quinn. The grumpy Latina scrolls down until she finds her number and pushes send. It rings several times before going straight to voice mail again.
"God damn it Q! Where the hell are you? I told you to mark it in your damn calendar June 1st. So where the fuck are you and call me back bitch?" Santana grunts hanging up her cell.
"No word from Q yet?"
Santana spins around to see her former girl all decked out looking fine in her cap and gown. Santana shakes her head frustrated, "No not a damn thing, I known it's fucking Yale but we're supposed to be her family so where's the fucking support?"
Brittany shrugs helplessly, "I don't know Sanny, and she did say that she had trouble getting time off of work so that might be it you know."
The Latina scowls not buying her excuses, "That shit would fly if she gave a damn and at least fucking call but she's ignoring all of us even her mother."
Brittany hugs her ex tight, rubbing soothing circles on her back, "What are you more upset about, the fact that she's missing my graduation? Or that you really nervous about telling how you feel?" Santana growls burying her face in Brittany's neck. "Oh behave, I already know that this was supposed to be the day that you laid it all out for her."
Santana pulls back looking mildly ashamed, "Why do you say that B?"
The bubbly blonde rolls her eyes, "Duh I've known since you said that you wanted to be only friends six months ago Sanny. I'm not stupid I've always known you had a small crush on her." Santana flushes looking away, "But I love you both enough to let you go without making it harder than it has to be." She smiles impishly, "And you know that I've never been good at being monopoly…"
"Monogamous," Santana corrects purely out of reflex.
"Right, but I was so I wouldn't hurt you again, and we were both sad pandas until you decided that you loved me as a sister and a friend not a girlfriend," Brittany leans down kissing Santana's temple. "But I did, do love you enough to try I just don't think we would be happy in the end."
Santana smiles "See I always knew you were smart, but how did you know about Quinn? I mean I didn't even know about Quinn until I realized I missed her more than I missed the rest of my friends."
Brittany giggles, "Duh you watched her as much as you watched me in the locker rooms. Plus I know that when she slept with Puck it broke your heart more than Finn's."
Santana nods sadly, yep Brittany's a fucking genius. She sees Tina waving to them pointing at the clock. "Alright B it's show time, I'll be the idiot screaming her head off."
The dancer giggles again before skipping off to follow Tina to her spot. The Latina watches her first love disappear around the corner while she waited for the other blonde who held her heart. She was about to call Quinn again when her phone rang.
"Hello, Quinn?" she shouts into the phone.
Quinn clears her throat sounding nervous, 'Hey San I'm sorry that I didn't answer the phone but I was talking with my professor.' She draws in a deep breath,
"It's fine as long as you tell me you're on your way," Santana pleads. "Tell me that you're about to jump on a fucking plane and get your ass down here."
Quinn sighs, 'I can't San, I have work and a test that I can't get out of.'
Santana blinks back tears feeling her heart crack a little, "Why do I get the feeling you're lying to me, Quinn?"
'I honestly don't know what you're implying but I did try,' Quinn sniffs. 'I tried and I'm sorry…'
"Just like you tried with sectionals? Regionals?" Santana sneers. "Or how about how you tried so fucking hard during Christmas break? Or the fucking school play!?" The Latina breathes harshly, "I mean you couldn't even make it to nationals when it was 5 minutes away in Boston this year. Not to mention Rachel's and Kurt's recitals, so tell me Quinnie have you really fucking tried?"
Quinn narrows her eyes, 'I have a life Santana! And my classes are demanding so I'm sorry that I couldn't make to a couple of things.'
Santana laughs a small bitter laugh, "Sure you're busy but so was everyone else Q, hell even Finn and Puck made it back for the Gleeks. You, you're just a selfish…"
'SHUT UP!' Quinn shouts. 'I'm selfish? Me? What about you and this thing you had with Brittany? That's selfish asking her to wait for you while you go out fucking every chick that moves?'
"You don't know a damn thing about that," Santana yells over her vaguely aware of the small crowd forming behind her. "Britts and I ended during Christmas break, something you would've known if you bothered to remember about you're old friends. You know the people who stood by you every damn time you're life spiraled out of control!"
'You bitch! Where were you when I through physical therapy?' Quinn's voice trembles. 'You weren't there my so called best friend, left me with alone just like when I had Beth. So fuck you Santana you always ran away when things got tough.'
"I made my mistakes I admit that but now you're just being a bitch. I swear to god Quinn if you don't make it down here I'm done with you."
She feels someone rip the phone from her hands before she could say anything else Brittany pulls her into a tight hug. Santana cries softly feeling more broken then when she and Britts called it quits. Quinn wasn't coming. She didn't care about her or anyone else. She left them all behind.
The summer months faded and bended together, Santana stayed in Lima with Brittany until she was ready to leave. Brittany decided to forgo college and just concentrate on her dancing. The taller blonde planned on splitting her time between New York and Louisville with Santana.
The Latina decided that the dorms weren't for her, so she got an apartment off campus. Every time the phone rang she prayed and dreaded that it was Quinn calling but every time she was left more and more disappointed when Quinn wasn't on the other end of the phone. Santana became more and more depressed thinking that she really screwed up with Quinn but her temper got away from her and she said things she regrets.
It wasn't until Christmas break that Brittany convinced her to try and reach out to the girl again, but just like before her calls went straight to voice mail. So the Latina drowned her sorrows in cheap alcohol and even cheaper women. She was on the verge of flunking out when she was bitched slapped back into reality by an unlikely source.

200 before the road trip
Santana turns around in her bed groaning in pain when the morning sun shined brightly in her eyes. She spent the weekend drinking at some sorority house and banging a few of the sisters. But right now she's really regretting the drinking binge because her head is about to explode. Thank god Brittany wasn't here this week, she had an audition for a small part in a music video. She wouldn't have been able to stomach the disappointed looks her blonde friends would've given her if she was here.
But the thing that woke her up was this persistent banging on the door Santana groans rolling out of the bed, trying to straighten the rat nest that used to be her hair. "FUCK, I'M COMING!" She shouts ignoring the pounding in her head.
She flings the door open, growling at the person who dared wake her up so early on a fucking Sunday, "What the fuck do you want?" Her mouth drops open in shock when the she was pushed out of the way, "What the hell Hobbit? Can't you wait until you're invited in instead of just barging into someone's house unannounced and unwelcomed?"
Rachel rolls her eyes as she crosses her arms ignoring everything she just said, "Honestly Santana you look like shit. I didn't believe Brittany when she told me how far you sank."
Santana gives her a weak glare, the headache pounding in the back of her head made it hard for her to be intimidating, "Fuck off Berry, I don't think that I asked for your opinion."
Rachel smirks, not feeling frightened like she used to be in high school. New York helped build up her confidence and now she's a completely different person now, "Well then I suppose that it's a good thing that I didn't wait to be asked, now isn't it?" She looks around the mess living room distaste written all over her pretty face, "This is disgusting Santana, how can you live like this?" She looks around to see trash and stale food littering the whole room. She also smells something rotten coming from the general area of the coffee table, "I don't know if something died in here or if the trash has just been here way too long."
Santana flips her off, "If you don't like it then feel free to leave, Berry because like I said I don't remember asking you to come here."
The hung over girl's head falls into her hands groaning, "Seriously Rach, what the hell are you doing here? Other than to give me a bigger headache that is."
Rachel smiles her megawatt smile, "To straight you out San, you're crashing fast and hard and it's killing Brittany. I know we've never been the best of friends but I still consider you to be family…"
Santana's jaw unhinges, "So this is like a fucking intervention or something?"
Rachel shakes her head, "No this is a fucking wake up call. So your plans were shot to hell and you didn't get to tell Quinn how you felt about her but that's no reason to ruin your life," she takes a deep breath. In coming here she was fully prepared to face the consequences of her words meaning she was prepared to cover her nose if Santana started swinging, "This version of you won't get you the girl, in fact I believe that it would cause Quinn to run further into the hills."
Santana snaps, "What the fuck do you know about me and Quinn? I don't recall ever talking to you about it and I somehow doubt that Quinn talks to you at all." Her nostrils flare, "As a matter of fact I bet you haven't seen her at all because I know that just like me she couldn't what to get away from you."
Rachel flinches recalling moments in high school where this venom sounded familiar, but she's not High School Rachel Berry anymore. She out grew that girl a long time ago, "I suppose that you could be right, but then again I do live a train ride from her not to mention Beth does as well. So I'm thinking that I see her more than you have in the last year and half."
Santana has to hold herself in check because like Rachel she's not that girl from Lima anymore. That girl would have already punched Rachel in her beak nose and laughed at her pain. She takes a deep breath to steady herself, "Supposing you're right Berry that still doesn't explain what you're doing here."
Rachel smiles sadly, "I'm worried about you like Brittany is, hell like the whole club is. This fight between you and Quinn had has gone on long enough. It's about time that one of you caves and gives the other a call. One of you needs to swallow your pride," she walks up to Santana kissing her cheek before walking to the door. "We miss you guys and I know that you don't want to lose Britts but if you keep this up you will." She opens the door, "And for the love of Moses take a shower, please."
Santana gives a small laugh of disbelief but Rachel wasn't done yet, "If you keep being this Santana then I can promise you that Brittany won't be here for much longer. Its breaking her heart to see you this way, like literally breaking her heart. She's talking about moving in with Kurt and I if this behavior continues. You're about lose your scholarship and you're about to lose your oldest friend. So tell is fucking a few random girls worth it?" with that Rachel closes the door behind her softly leaving a confused Latina behind.
After Rachel kicked her ass in gear Santana sobered up and worked hard to pick up her grades. And worked even harder to mend her relationship with Brittany but it wasn't easy or painless. Who would have thought that the Hobbit was the one thing she needed to make her see where her life was heading? Even though she still didn't call Quinn, she managed to keep tabs on her via Rachel and Kurt. A face to face meeting would be too much too soon, after all Santana thought she had all the time in the world, right?

22 days before Lima
Santana was wiping down a table in the in the bar slash restaurant she works at when the news caught her attention.
'In other news, the local authorities in Forks, Washington as confirmed reports that a local man Michael Newton has died from unknown causes. Earlier today we received reports that he was rushed to the local hospital where he was treated but they were unable to revive him. When we tried to contact Dr. Carlisle Cullen for more details, he declined to answer.'
'Thank you, Chloe. We'll continue this story as we receive more information. In other news General Samuel Lane has refused to comment about the apparent break in at a military research facility two days ago…'
"Yo Lopez less watching T.V and more working," an irritated voice scares her at of her trance. "Your order's up, sexy."
Santana rolls her eyes, "How many times do I have to tell you, Winchester that you have no chance in hell to tap this." She winks at her cook as she grabs her order.
Dean grins unabashed, "It doesn't mean that I won't try, sexy."
Santana chuckles shaking her head, "Unless your dick falls off and you grow boobs, there's no chance in this life time."
Dean gives her a mock salute before he turns back to his oven while his brother laughed at him. "Shut it Sammy, I swear one day that hot little spit fire will be mine."
Sammy laughs, "Unless you magically wake up tomorrow a girl somehow I doubt it."
Dean throws a spatula at him, "When do you go back to school again, douche bag?"

A few days later Santana heard on the radio about new cases of people falling ill in Washington but it wasn't until a few days later when more cases popped up in California that Santana became worried. She knew a few of her old Glee club friends were living there and not to mention that Quinn's sister Frannie lived close by in Las Vegas.
It may be early in the morning but she was tired it was a long freaking day the new waitress her boss hired was a no show so she had to pull a double and cover the night shift. She sighs sinking into the couch drifting off before she could even take off her shoes.
She doesn't know how long she was asleep when a noise in the bedroom startled her awake. She sits up rubbing her eyes, "What the hell?"
She was about to go investigate when a bubbly blonde bounced into the living room looking rested, "Sanny! You're home," she squeals jumping onto her lap.
"Oomff," Santana grunts when Brittany's knee landed on her stomach. "Hey B, when did you get back? I though you weren't coming until next week." She hugs her best friend close, "Did you bring the midget with you?"
Brittany shakes her head before sliding off of her lap to sit next to her, "Yeah I got in last night while you were at work. And no she couldn't come with me right now because she had this audition for some off Broadway play, but she said she'll be here next week."
Santana grins, this wasn't the first audition that Rachel had but hopefully it'll be good news this time, "Sweet I'll call her later and wish her good luck. So are we still on for New Haven, then?"
It took a long time but Santana was finally ready to go see Quinn and she prays that this time it'll be with better results. She knows that she has her work cut out for her but she owes it to herself to at least try. One way or another she needs to know so she can live happily ever after with her princess or find a way to move on. It might help her case when she tells Quinn that she's going to attended Columbia next semester. That's why Brittany and the midget were supposed to come by this week, so they can help her pack.
Brittany grins seeing that far away expression on her besties face, "Yup but first things first," she looks over at her mischievously, "where's the beer you promised me?"
Santana laughs nudging her out of the way, "I hope you appreciate the fact that I had to make nice with that horn dog Dean to get this beer." She opens the fridge taking two beers out, "I practically had to promise that if I ever decided to become straight that he'd be the first one I'd go out with."
Brittany giggles taking the bottle, "Well he is a cutie San, you can do a lot worse." The girls laugh and catch up for the rest of the day.
The next day Santana was woken up by a loud bang and a gasp. She scrambled out of bed, rushing to the kitchen where she found Brittany silently crying at the sink. She gathers her blonde friend in her arms, "What's wrong B? Why are you crying baby?"
Brittany buried her face in the shorter girl's neck, "Frannie…she's, she and the kids died this morning."
Santana gasps, her eyes filling, "Oh my god how do you know? Does Quinn know, Mrs. F?"
"Rachel called me because Quinn called her to ask if she head from Shelby and then she called Rach again to tell her about Frannie," Brittany's voice was muffled but Santana heard every word.
"Oh my god," Santana whispers. "How did they die?"
Brittany shrugs, "I dunno, but Quinn can't even go to Vegas 'cuz the roads are closed now." She lifts her head up, wiping her nose, "But Rach said that Quinn wasn't doing so good."
Santana kisses her cheek, "I bet." She bites her nail, "Do you think I should call her? Or maybe go early?"
Brittany nods, "I think that would be a good idea, I think that she would like to know that you still care." She smiles sadly, "And that you haven't forgotten about her in the last year you guys haven't talked."
Santana swallows nodding her head, "Yeah, okay that's what I'll do…after breakfast and I'll call Mrs. F and Mami so she can look after her."
After a few days Santana's call not going through to Quinn she gave up and crossed her fingers hoping that she could at least get through to Rachel so she could pass on the message but the phones and internet became unreliable.
A week before Lima, Brittany got a call from her mother. When Santana came in after a weird day of work, she kicks the door open, "Britts are you home? Have you gotten ahold of the midget or Quinn?"
Brittany walks into the room, a shocked expression on her face and a bag in her hand, "Mom called me Sanny," she says in a teary voice, "Randy's sick. Like in seriously sick like Frannie and the kids."
Santana drops the food containers in her hands, "Oh shit baby, I'm so sorry." She gathers the girl in her arms rocking the weeping girl gently. "It's gonna be okay, I don't know how but it will. Tomorrow we'll take the train or something down to Lima."
Brittany untangles herself from Santana's arms, "No I need to go now Randy's in the hospital."
Santana frowns, "But we can't leave right now B, my car's busted remember. Dean and Sammy said it won't be ready until next week."
Brittany shakes her head, "Then it's going to be too late, I need to go now."
Santana chews her lips, "Let's go see if we can get you on a train today since the planes are grounded now." She takes a deep breath feeling numb and scared, "Come on let's go to the station."
Brittany takes her hand as the Latina leads her to the door she just entered.
An hour later Santana stood in front of a sickly looking teller arguing, "500 dollars for a fucking ticket to Columbus are fucking kidding me!?" She growls at the frightened teller, "It used to be 115, 150 tops what the fuck?"
The teller flushed, "I'm so sorry ma'am but this is the last trip we're going to have for a while." She leans over whispering, "I think it's ridiculous as well but management wants to make an extra buck because loss of profits or some bullshit like that."
Santana jaw tightens but she refrains from blowing up at this girl again since it obviously wasn't her fault, "What time is it scheduled to leave and how long does it take to get there?"
The teller who she sees who's named is, Mandy glances down and starts typing on her computer, "The train leaves in an hour with three stops and it looks like a six hour trip arriving just after 9." Mandy looks around, "Tell you what, since this is the last trip and somehow I doubt that me getting fired is going to be a huge worry after today, I'll let you have it for 300. I wish I could go down more but the numb nuts in the office would notice that."
Santana sighs going into her purse and pulling out her wallet, "Thank you that's awesome because that's all I have at the moment." She looks up smiling faintly, "You should go home, you don't look very good."
Mandy nods covering her face while she coughs, "Yeah my shifts ends in half an hour so I'm way ahead of you girl."
Santana smiles thanking her, she takes the ticket and walks to where Brittany was sitting, "Hey B, I can't go with you today. They raised the ticket prices so I could only get one," Brittany pouts looking away. "I promise that I'm going to be there by Friday, Saturday the latest."
"I thought you said that the car won't be ready until next week?" Brittany tilts her head to the side a confused expression on her face.
Santana smirks, "I'll take care of Casanova and his baby brother, so don't worry that."
Brittany bites her lip nodding, "Are you sure Sanny? This is like all your money isn't it?"
Santana waves her hand, "Don't worry about Britts, my boss owes me some money so I'll collect tomorrow after I kick Dean in the nuts." She hands her the ticket and an extra 75 dollars, "You're my family Britts, I take care of my family."
Brittany reluctantly agrees promising to pay her back when she gets a gig but Santana had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that the world is about to change and she doesn't think it was going to be for the better. Santana waited with Brittany until her train come and watched her until she couldn't see the train anymore.
Over the next three days Santana went around town gathering the supplies that she would need for her road trip. She walks up the drive at the Winchester boys' house and knocked on the door, "Yo Dean, Sammy is anyone home?" but she was only met with silence.
The Latina growled under her breath, she wanted to be on the road yesterday but here it was 7 a.m. Saturday and she still wasn't on the road yet. She was about to pound on the door again when a young blonde opened it. They both looked at each other, clearly surprised to see the other there.
Santana clears her throat, "Hey Jo I didn't expect to see you here. Um where's Dean or Sammy?"
Jo smiled recognizing the Latina as a waitress from her mother's restaurant or was it from the bar? "Hey, uh Santana?" Santana nods, "Dean and Sam are at the store getting some supplies, what are you doing here?"
"Dean and Sammy were fixing my car and they said it would be ready today," Santana shrugs sheepishly. "I'm hoping that it's done already because I really need to get on the road."
Jo scratches her nose, "Yeah they finished last night I think but I don't know if they left the keys though."
Santana wrinkles her brow, "That's sucks, do you mind if I look around because like I said I need to get going soon."
Jo shrugs opening the door just wide enough for Santana to get in, "The garage door is through the kitchen, feel free to look around." Jo follows behind her and jumps on the counter watching the Latina. She could see why Dean has such a hard on for the girl. She's very beautiful but according to her Mom, she's gay but of course that wouldn't stop the dumb ass from trying to hit on her. "If you don't mind me asking what's the hurry?"
Santana looks up from the work station the door was still open so she could see into the kitchen, "My best friend left on Wednesday to our home town Lima, because her family got sick. I haven't been able to get a hold of my parents either, so I'm meeting her there." She smiles triumphantly as she holds up her keys, "Even if I did speak to my parents I'd still be on my way, the Pierces have always been like a second family to me. What about you why are you here? And where's your Mom? I haven't seen her since Thursday after she paid me the money she owed me."
"Well I've known the Winchester boys since forever," Jo grins. "My Mom and their Dad had a little thing going on back in the day after their Mom died, but they are too much alike. So they called it quits before they could do any lasting damage to their friendship. Any way this guy Bobby who's like an uncle to them called a couple days ago to tell us that the boys' father is sick now." She hops off the counter and walked to where Santana was standing, "Since the boys couldn't just leave without fixing your car because they always keep their promises my Mom went ahead. We're going to meet them there."
Santana looks down, "Crap now I feel bad about pestering them to finish up with my car."
"Don't sweat it sexy," Dean's voice causing both girls to jump and turn around to look at the kitchen entrance. "We would have been done a long time ago but that part took forever to come in." He gives her his usual cocky grin, "That's what you get for having an older car, although it's pretty bad ass but not as bad ass as my baby though."
"Yeah the impala's sweet but my mustang will wipe the floor with your baby," Santana smirks.
Jo chuckles, "I see why you have such a hard on for her Dean, she's feisty."
Santana lifts her brow, "He doesn't stand a chance," she playfully looks the other girl over, "but you on the other hand I could play with." Her grin widens when Dean groans, "If your mother didn't totally scare me then I would be asking for a proper sendoff."
Jo winks playfully, "I would love to give you a sendoff that you would you'd still be feeling a week from now."
Santana's pretty sure that the brothers are pulling a Finn if their expressions are anything to go by, "Hmmm as intriguing an offer, I sadly have to decline."
Jo pouts, "I guess I understand since you seem in a hurry to leave."
Dean finally gaining control over he's body, clears his throat, "If the world hasn't gone crazy than I would be paying to see that." He flinches when both girls hit him hard on the shoulder, "I don't know when we'll see each other again but if you're ever near south Dakota come to Sioux Falls, that's we're going."
"If you're ever in Ohio then stop by Lima," Santana gives them a wry smile, "it's a shit whole but it's still home."
Sammy reappeared in the kitchen but no one even knew he left. He hands the Latina a large case, "Do you know how to fire a gun?"
Santana nods, "My Dad's a cop so yeah he taught me, I can fire pretty much any type of gun and I'm a sharpshooter."
Dean mutters under his breath, "Fucking hot."
Sammy shakes his head exasperated even if the world was crumbling down around them Dean would still try to get laid, "We have a whole collection so take this one. I don't think it'll be safe for a young lady like yourself to be unarmed and alone. There's a whole lotta nut jobs out there now."
Jo pipes in, "Which is why my Mom made me promise to go with them instead of taking off by myself after I closed down the restaurant and bar."
Santana nods accepting the gun, grateful because she forgot all about buying one. It's amazing to her how much the city spiraled out of control since Wednesday. If it was like this when she sent Brittany off then she would have snuck in the train with her.
Santana hugs all three of them but before she left they exchanged addresses none knew if they'd ever see each other again.

After that Santana hopped in her car and pointed her car toward Lima, she should've been there long before now but the highway was jammed so she had to find a different route. Then her stupid car blew out a tire, since she didn't exactly know how to change a tire it took forever to fix it. Then to prove her that luck really did suck, she ran out of gas, stupid fucking car.
Santana shakes herself out of the daze she was in, glancing in the mirror to check on Faith. The poor girl was knocked out still and still in obvious pain. Buffy was snoring and drooling away in the seat next to her. Santana chuckles her life has become one surprise after another. The head light shone on an incoming sign brightly, 'Welcome to Lima, OH it's a very nice place to live'. Santana sits up straighter feeling very relieved that she's finally home.
Santana decides not to wake the girls up just yet, wanting to let them rest because according to clock it's close to midnight. She drove for about ten more minutes before pulling up to her drive way. As she turns off the car she looks up and down the street a feeling of dread, it was dead quiet here. Okay so it was way late but there should be some noise, dogs barking at least. Some sign of life anywhere but there was nothing. She looks up to her childhood home, noticing how still it was and the feeling in the pit of her stomach spread. Blinking back tears, Santana refuses to cry until she knows what happened to her family and Britt's and Quinn.
She clears her throat over the lump that formed and calling loudly, "Hey girls, we're here."
Faith groans stirring the pain in her side intensified while she was sleeping, "What?"
"We're here," she points to her house, "home sweet home."
Buffy sits up still groggy, "That nap felt good, how are you feeling Faith?"
Faith shrugs her shoulders and lies, "Five by five Twinkie that nap did my body good."
Buffy blushes thinking about how her body looked good anyways, "That's good." She looks over to the Latina who looks slightly pale, "Are you okay San?"
The older girl shrugs, "Maybe. Ask me again in about five minutes, Buff."
Santana squares her shoulders and gets out of the car. The two teens look at each worried for their new friend and follow her out of the car. Santana's hands shakes as she unlocks the door, she fumbles around for the light switch and flicks it on. All three girls blink at the sudden brightness since they weren't expecting the lights to still be working considering all the street lights were off.
"Bienvenidos a la casa de López. Mi casa es su casa chicas," Santana tells in a fake jovial voice.
Faith and Buffy look around the room, "It's very nice in here Santana."
The older brunette nods absently, she doesn't hear her parents. She doesn't hear a damn thing, this doesn't look good. She swallows the bile back down, walking in a trance she heads up the stair gripping the rail hard. She vaguely hears the two girls following; both silently agreed that they shouldn't leave their new friend alone at a time like this. Santana pauses at her parents room door her breathing coming out in sharp pants, as she turns the knob. She opens the slowly, relief floods her body momentarily when she finds it empty, but then worry fills her body again.
"Where are they," she mutters.
She jumps when a hand touches her shoulder. Buffy looks down sheepishly, "Sorry Santana but I found this note on the dresser." She hands the girl a small piece of paper.
Santana sits on her parents' bed and in a shaky voice she reads the note out loud, "Santana:
"Hey this Quinn, if you're reading this then you finally made it to Lima and you're safe. Thank god. I don't know how to tell you this so I'm just going to say or write it rather, your parents…I'm sorry baby but they didn't make it." Santana stops letting the letter fall hand and breaks down sobbing. She feels two pairs of arms circling her body.
The girls flinch at the painful gut wrenching cries coming from Santana. Santana screams loudly pulling at her hair, she wasn't here is the only thing that goes through her mind, her parents are dead and she wasn't here with them. It's not fair, this whole thing wasn't fair. After her cries die down to small whimpers, "Oh god, oh god."
"I'm so sorry," Buffy whispers. "I know how you feel." She has tears on her face as well, "I lost my Mom too and the man that I considered my Dad. So I know how you feel."
Faith looks around feeling uncomfortable, she doesn't do feeling very well, but she loved Mrs. S and G man, "Yeah, I know it's not the same because he wasn't my real father but I lost my foster father too. He, uh he cared about me more than anyone else ever did."
Santana wipes her eyes, "It counts Faith, even if you weren't blood he still loved you. So it counts. Thank you both, I don't know what I would have done if I read that alone."
Faith smiles feeling shy all of a sudden, "There's still more left to read do you want me to do read it for you."
Santana nods, smiling slightly when Buffy holds her hand. Faith clears her throat, "It sucks royally that I have to tell you in a stupid letter, but I had to go to New York. I need to find Beth. There's a few other things I should tell before you start panicking I have Brittany with me. We waited for you but we left early on Tuesday. You know I would never leave Britts alone to fend for herself.
"Also the Pierces and my Mom didn't make it and none of the Gleeks' parents. I checked every fucking house San and I didn't find anyone but Britt." Faith swallows looking up to see Santana wearing a pained expression, "I didn't want you to come home and find your parents like I did, so please don't be mad, I buried them for you. I buried everyone with Britts help.
"I don't know when I'm going to see you again, but I want you to know how sorry I am for the shit I said and how I never tried to make it right. If I'd known the world would be ending, than I would have begged for your forgiveness sooner. I would have gotten the stick out of my ass earlier. I love you San, you're my best friend and family and I treated you like shit. I can't tell you enough how sorry I am. I hope that I'll get to tell you this in person soon. Love, Quinn and Brittany."
Santana sniffles feeling some of the pressure leaving her chest. Quinn still cares about her and Brittany's safe but everyone's parents are gone. What about the other Gleeks and Mr. Schue? I wonder what happened to them.
She looks up her eyes broken, "Do you girls mind a short stop in New York before we go to Boston? It's on the way."
Faith sighs, "It's Buffy's call after all it's her baby sister out there."
Buffy tilts her head thinking, "This Quinn person is really important to you, right?"
"Yeah, I'm in love with her but I haven't told her," Santana shakes her head standing up. "We had this really bad argument about a year ago and we haven't talked since." She chuckles bitterly, "Mainly because we're both stubborn bitches and didn't want to give in first."
I can relate, Faith thinks chuckling silently. "Well at least you have another shot San because she still out there waiting for you to come back to her."
Buffy tries to keep the longing out of her eyes as she stares at Faith, "Don't lose your second chance San, I won't let you. As long as you can promise me that we'll get to Boston soon, then okay I don't mind a small detour."
Santana hugs her, "Thank you, I promise that we'll get to your baby sister soon. Even if I have to carry you on my back." She pushes her back lightly, "How about we get some food and a bath before we go to sleep. I don't know what's Mom as in the kitchen but I'm sure we'll find something edible."
An hour later Santana lays on the couch since she let the girls take her bed. Call her crazy but she doesn't want to sleep on her parents' bed. She was crying silently over the loss of her parents and her friends' parent. Hell the whole town of Lima appears to be gone. She sits up suddenly realizing what todays date is, September 10th yesterday was Quinn's birthday, fuck.
She says softly into the night, "Don't worry Q, I'm coming baby."

A/N: Another thing to remember is that this story takes place two years after Quinn and the rest of the seniors graduated so its 2014. I suppose I better put a 'future fic' in my summary as well. If anyone has questions or is confused feel free to pm or review and I'll answer as fast as I can. Another thing is I plan on switching POV every chapter until the girls meet up, some will be other Gleeks and some will be different characters from different 'verses but I promise everything will tie in together.
A/N: Guest Appearances:

Faith Lehane, Buffy Summers mentions of Dawn and Joyce Summers, Rupert Giles, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Willow Rosenberg and Tara Maclay - Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Sam and Dean Winchester, Jo Harvelle mentions of Ellen Harvelle, Bobby Singer, John Winchester- Supernatural

Mentions of Carlisle Cullen and Mike Newton- Twilight

Chloe Sullivan mentions of General Samuel Lane- Smallville
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