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The Only Ones	By : cris2747 Category: G through L > Glee Views: 4932 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: No I don't own Glee or Buffy or any of the other tv shows or movies that are in this story. Hello long time no see or write rather but it's been a busy, busy month with the holidays and all. Before we get this party started I'd like to address some reviews/p.m.'s that I've received. I don't want to come off bitchy or sound like I don't appreciate my readers because I do. I giggle like a little girl every time I get a ding on my phone. The thing I'd like the inpatient people (not everyone) to realize is that I'm a single mother with a full time job so I don't have a writing schedule. I'd never be able to stick to it because I have an important person that demands my attention at all times. With that being said these few reviewers or whoever else p.m.'s me doesn't seem to understand that we writers have a life outside of writing. As much as I enjoy writing it's not the primary thing in my life so I apologize for the long gaps in between updates, it can't be helped. A little patience instead of continually nagging me to update would be nice. I don't mean the 'pms' or 'can't wait for the next update' that I get at the end of some reviews. I mean the 'why have you abandon this story' or 'it's been a month where's my update'. I don't know where your update is because I haven't finished it yet. Like I said I don't mean to come off bitchy or unappreciative, I'm just asking for patience. And I promise to update as often as I can, which is more often than not once a month…ish. So with that thank you for reading and I hope that I didn't offend anyone.
Okay warnings character death and violence in this chapter. Also a peak into what happened in Sunnydale. Alright kiddos on with the show.
Chapter Four: Santana day 3

Santana woke up the next morning and was determined to get back on the road soon. She had to get to her girls because they were out there somewhere heading to New York. If she knows Quinn as well as she thinks she does than the blondes will be heading to Shelby's place first than maybe Rachel and Kurt's apartment next. Either way the safest bet would be to head to Shelby's first. Sighing Santana rolls off the couch looking around her childhood home, it felt empty. Empty without her parents in their room or in the kitchen cooking breakfast together. Empty without the laughter that once filled the house like a warm blanket on a cold day. She blinks back tears not wanting to let anymore fall. She cried for her family last night and that's going to be the last time she cries about it.
Santana walks around the living her fingers trailing on the pictures that filled the house. So many of her and her parents and her other relatives that were out there somewhere. As much as she loves her family and wants to find them Quinn and Brittany are more important right now. Besides the only person she would've dropped everything for was her Abuela but the shit that happened senior year she didn't see her for almost two years. Until she got a phone call out of the blue telling her that her Abuela was in the hospital. Of course she dropped everything and ran to her side, but even then her Abuela didn't want her there. It broke her heart but she stayed and refused to leave until she talked to her.
It was a fight but Santana didn't back down, she's a stubborn bitch like her Abuela is…was. She died a week later but at least they got the closure they needed. Her Abuela still loved her even if she was a lesbian but at least she saw that Santana was still the same little girl that would sneak in her kitchen and eat all the cookies they baked. The same little girl at cried for her Abuela when her Papi or Mami was being mean. It hurt to watch her being lowered to the ground but she doesn't think that she could've handled burying her parents like Quinn and Brittany did, many times over. Santana thinks that maybe she would've gone crazy and she doesn't understand how her blondes did it.
Before she leaves she has to visit her Abuela's grave there's no telling if she'll ever be back this way ever again. She sighs, "Let's see if the electricity is still working so I can figure out breakfast."
She should wake up the girls soon but she knows they should rest especially Faith because the girl didn't look good last night. Maybe that car accident hurt her worse than expected too bad there's no more serve or she'd Google to see how long it takes for internal injuries to make itself known.
"Okay first things first breakfast and then a hot shower," Santana mutters. "Then we need more supplies for the road gas cuz I'm nearly running on empty and food. Enough food for three people and medicine because for some odd reason I think those girls are accident prone." She giggles, "Just look at Buffy walking around with 'fuck me' shoes on instead of tennis shoes." She clears her throat and looks around to see if anyone was around to see her talking to herself, "Okay I must be going crazy is I'm having a conversation with myself."
She smirks looking at a picture with Quinn in, "I bet if you were here you would give me that sexy eyebrow lift and say something sarcastic like," she scrunches up her nose impersonating Quinn's sexy voice, "Gee S crazy much? I always knew you were I mean after all you thought you could be as a head cheerio. When we all know the only reason it was yours was because I didn't want." Her voice trails off, "Maybe, maybe not Q, we've had some pretty wicked drag out smack downs, but the thing is I think that every one of our fights was just foreplay."
She closes her eyes sighing she will get her chance with Quinn. She will help her find Beth if she still hasn't by then and she will help the girls find their friends. And then she will break down like she wants too but not before then because there's just too many things to do. Giving the pictures one last look, Santana walks to the kitchen and turn the on the hot water holding her breath. She cheers happily when the water turns hot, dancing her way to the fridge to see what was left. She a smile spreads across her face when she sees that her parents had it fully stocked. Last night neither one of the girls felt like doing much exploring plus she didn't even know when they last ate. And the way things are going this is going to be their last chance to get a hot meal for a while at least.
Santana takes out the eggs smelling them, "Looks like the girls are getting a López style breakfast, I hope that they can handle it. Santana dances to the cabinet that had the pans, "Alright first things first we need music but since I don't the radio dj's are working today I'm just gonna have to burst out in song a la midget."
She smirks remembering the song she song with her fellow Gleeks the first thanksgiving they were gone. It's too bad Quinn didn't make it would've made everything perfect:
'I'm sitting in the railway station.

Got a ticket to my destination.

Ohhhhh'
She dances over to the counter with a bowl in hand and sang into a spatula.
'On a tour of one-night stands

My suitcase and guitar in hand.

And every stop is neatly planned

For a poet and a one-man band.
She giggles remembering Puck's goofy sexy smirk, breaking a few eggs.
'This wave is stringing us along

Alonggggg

Just know that you're not alone

'Cause I'm gonna make this place your home
'Every day's an endless stream

Of cigarettes and magazines.

Oohhh'
Dancing over to the stove Santana turning in on and pours the eggs in a hot pan.
'And each town looks the same to me

The movies and the factories

And every stranger's face I

See reminds me that I long to be,
'The trouble might drag you down

If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you're not alone'
Her voice catches because even though she has those two girls upstairs, she's never felt so alone before. Brittany, Quinn, her parents even Rachel were always a phone call away but now she doesn't even know where to start. At least she knows that Britt and Quinn are alive, she doesn't have that with the rest of her friends.
'No you're not alone

'Cause I'm going to make this place your home
'Awwwwwwwww awwwwwww

Where my thought's escape me

Awwwwwwwwww awwwwww

Where my music's playing

Awwwwwwww awwwwwwwww

Where my love life's waiting silently for me
'Settle down, it'll all be clear

The trouble it might drag you down

If you get lost you can always be found

Just know you're not alone

No you're not alone

Cause I'm going to make this place your home'
She's going to find them and then she's going to find a place to call their home. Maybe it'll be back here in Lima or maybe it'll be in New York but they will all be together again.
'Awwwwwww awwwwwwwwwww

Where my music's playing

Awwwwwwwww awwwwwwww

I'm gonna make, make this place your home

Awwwwwwww awwwwwwwww

Know you're not alone
'Awwwwwww awwwwwwwwwww

Where my music's playing

Awwwwwwwww awwwwwwww

I'm gonna make, make this place our home

Awwwwwwww awwwwwwwwww

Know you're not alone
'Awwwwwwwww awwwwwwwwww'
Her voice fades away and she turns off the stove, "I guess it's time to wake the girls up."
But she goes to the table and sinks down on a chair, this shit isn't fair! Nothing about this fair! She should be making breakfast for her parents or Quinn after a long night of hot steamy sex. Not that she spent the whole day thinking of the blonde in her bed, just maybe at night when her bed was lonely. But that's not the point here, she pauses 'What was the point again?' She shrugs ever time her mind goes to the direction of a naked Quinn everything else fades away.
Oh yeah she was feeling whiney and self-pity and damn it she earned it, fuck okay the moments gone. No wait here it comes again, this shit fucking sucks! Her parents are dead. Her friends' parents are dead. She in her home town probably the only one left save for the two girls upstairs. And if she does see anyone here she doesn't know if she can trust them.
"Fuck, fuck," Santana chants pounding on the table not registering that her knuckles were starting to bleed a little. She didn't stop until she heard a crack. She blinks the angry haze from her eyes and looks down, "Crap!"
She gets up and walks to the sink, "This isn't good." She mutters, "All we need is for Buffy to be injured, oh wait she already fucked up her feet walking in her heels."
Maybe this isn't going to work. Maybe she should tell the girls that they're better off trying for Boston on their own and she should go to New York on her own. She's not responsible enough or ready to take the responsibility that caring for those girls would mean. Fuck she can barely take care of herself case in point her fucking hand was bleeding because of her damn temper tantrum. 'Hell this little diva stomp might make the midget proud', she thinks with a small laugh.
She turns off the sink and inspects her hand, "Not as bad as I thought." She flexes her hand winching at the burn but at least it's not broken.
The first stop will definitely have to be the hospital for those wicked pain killers. Maybe she can get Faith to an x-ray machine if she can figure out how it works then she'd be set. Shaking her head she goes the upstairs bathroom and looks inside the medicine cabinet, in the meantime some ibuprofen will do. And Band-Aids, Band-Aids are a must she can't be bleeding everywhere now can she. It's a good thing there are no zombies because she'd be screwed then. One whiff of her blood and they'd be tearing the doors down.
She giggles uncontrollably, "Oh god which is worse a zombie apocalypse or an apocalypse that just killed most of the world for no reason. I mean everyone I know are more than likely dead but at least they aren't trying to eat me." Her giggles turn to hysterical laughter, "I mean, oh god can you imagine Finnept as a zombie? Oh fuck that probably the most action that he's ever got. Wanky," she hiccups until her laughter turned to loud sobs.
She tried to muffle them so the girls wouldn't hear her breakdown. Biting down on her hand she screams until she can't scream anymore and then the tears come. She curls into a ball crying into her knees. When the tears finally slowed down she started hiccupping and shuttering until that faded away to whimpers.
"Oh god I'm a fucking mess," Santana's voice hoarse. "This is fucking pathetic I'm worse than Berry when she didn't get her solos."
She uncurls herself and stands up slowly, her body screaming at her as her knees pop. She wonders how long she's been crying like a bitch baby. She walks unsteadily to her old room and leans her head against the wall she takes a deep breath before knocking on the door. She's a little surprised that neither of the girls heard her mental breakdown unless they were giving her some privacy, which was nice of them. Santana López doesn't breakdown but when she does she likes to do it privately.

Faith was lying in bed with Buffy on top of her feeling completely smothered. Not that she minds though, since she's had a massive crush on the short blonde since forever. Okay maybe not forever but for over a year that she's been in Sunnydale. She shakes her head, Sunnydale what a fucking stupid name. She hated it there the first week she was there, really seriously hated it. So much she was thinking of murdering all the teachers there because they were fucking evil like they lived on top of hell evil.

A year and a half ago Sunnydale, California (545 days before Lima)
Fifteen year old Faith Lehane stood out the doors of Sunnydale High School it's a freaking ridiculous name. Freaking California is so stupid she doesn't even want to be here. She would rather be back in Boston with her grandma since her ma ditched her there seven years ago they were doing fine. Okay so grandma is a little loopy but what can you expect from an old lady. But she was getting good grades, something that no one expected from trash like her but her grades were good enough that she skipped a grade. This shit isn't fair! Her stupid foster father had to take this stupid job in stupid Sunnydale. I mean come on there has to be troubled kids besides herself in Boston that could use his stuffy English help.
Faith looks down scowling at her scuffed sneakers that were worn through the soles. Her stupid foster Dad promised her new shoes but she didn't want any this was the last pair her grandma bought for her so she wanted to hold on to them as long as she could. She shuffles her feet until some jocks pushed her out of the way laughing.
She glares at the jocks, if looks could kill then they would be a pile of ash by now. This whole school blows nothing but stuck up valley girls and their stuck up Ken doll boyfriends. She picks at the hole in her ratty jeans, maybe she should've let Wesley buy her new clothes and maybe these assholes would find something else about her to make fun of. Like those oh so imaginative slurs about her accent, like she says wicked every five seconds. She has a freaking 4.0 grade point average she thinks that she can say something more than 'wicked hot'. It's not like English says 'jolly good' and 'pip pip cheerio' fucking morons. The damn heat must be frying these Californians brains or something.
Faith takes a deep breath and flings the door open, she smirks when the sheep stop and stare. 'Yeah that's right bitches I know that I'm wicked hot', Faith snickers. Faith tosses her hair and saunters to her locker, she may night like this place but its damn fun to tease the hell out of one. Standing at her locker, Faith pretends to get the books that she needed for class. It's not like she's going to be awake long enough once she gets there and it's not her fault that she studied this shit in Boston already. Who knew that the rich and privilege was way behind the common folks.
She hears an annoying cackle to her right, "Oh look Harm it's the trailer trash! I didn't even know that Sunnydale had trailer homes."
"Yeah trailer trash," echoes Harmony. "So why don't you take your, your trashy self-back to the corner you work and stop polluting our air."
Faith growls shoving her books back in the locker and slamming the door shut, "No I think that corner belonged to you Bimbet but you're too damn stupid to charge more than $2 for your time."
Faith turns around jilting her chin up defiantly, "And as for you Fake Chest I wouldn't told so much about a trailer because after your ass gets pregnant from the first jock to bang…or did that happen already? Because with you slut bomb cheerleaders you can never tell." Faith smiles sardonically, "Anyway after you pop baby number five they're going to have move your double wide ass from your double wide with a fork lift."
"Oh look Will, Cordy is trying to match wits with someone that has more brain function than she does," someone snickers in the crowd.
Faith raises her brow in surprised this was the first non-derogatory thing someone's said to her since she's been here. So she turns her head and sees an angel, blonde hair with a freaking halo above her head. If she listens close enough, Faith's willing to bet that she'd hear hymns being song in her praise. With Faith stunned at the small blonde and by small she means the whole two feet even in fashionable heels.
'Cordy' turns her face screwing up her features, "Oh look its Buffy Summers and her faithful side kick Die A virgin Willow Rosenberg. I'm so, so happy that you've decided to grace us with your presence." The snarky brunette sneers, "What's the matter Summers sister Dawnie not dying fast enough and you got bored?"
Angel I mean Buffy slams her books down and tries to launch herself at the bitch but the only male in the group grabs her before she could claw her eyes out with her wicked looking nails. Okay so maybe Faith doesn't say 'wicked' a lot but she sure does think it. Faith snaps out of her angel induced coma and steps out from behind the harpies and taps on the brunette's shoulder.
'Cordy' turns around looking disgusted that someone of lesser social standing dared to touch, "If you don't want to lose your hand trailer Barbie than you won't ever touch me again."
Faith flashes a dangerous smile stepping all in 'Cordy's' personal space, "And you don't momsy and dadsy to have to pay for another nose than I'd run far away from me right now." Her voice lowering dangerously," Because I might be freaking trailer trash but I'm from fucking south Boston Fake Chest not the valley like you so if you don't want me to rearrange your mildly attractive face, I'd start running right about now."
'Cordy' glanced at her friends and then the crowd swallowing visibly, "You know what I don't have to be here wasting my time speaking with someone beneath me." She turns around snapping at her friends, "Let's go or I'm going to think that you like hanging around the dumpster!"
Her sheep snapped to attention and followed their queen bee running away with her tail between her legs. Faith stood smirking watching gleefully that she defended her angel. Not her angel but an angel. 'Oh geez get it together Lehane you're a fucking badass not some sniveling bitch baby with a case of puppy love', Faith scolds herself.
Buffy pats her male friend on the arm signaling that she was okay now. The boy let's his arm drop a little too slow in Faith's opinion and walks up to her with her hand held out and a huge smile on her face. "Hi I'm Buffy Summers as you'd probably guessed from Cordelia's non-original insults."
"F-f-Faith," her voice cracks. She clears her throat and tries again, "Faith Lehane nice to meet you, Twinkie." She groans inwardly mentally slapping her head. Stupid mouth can't keep from saying something stupid for five seconds, "Sorry I give nicknames that's kinda my thing. To give nicknames," and sound like a babbling idiot.
Buffy looks at her confused, "Okay no it's Buffy, F-f-faith and these are my friends Xander Harris and Willow Rosenberg."
Faith smiles briefly sliding her hands in her back pocket, "Yo Red, X-man." She says almost shyly, "So tell me is everyone but you three assholes in this school or is it just the airhead squad?"
Buffy looks at her from underneath her lashes smiling playfully, "Oh you shouldn't call the cheerleaders airheads…"
Faith tilts her head to the side smiling back, "Why's that Twinkie?"
Buffy flutters her lashes almost short circuiting Faith's brain, "Because I'm a cheerleader Faith and I'm not an airhead, just lazy. Right Will?"
The red head laughs goofily, "Right Buff and speaking of lazy, we need to get to class. It was nice meeting you especially because you're not beating us up. Most new people side with Cordelia and her crew and tease us less than popular kids. And I think that mean, their all a bunch of grumpy guses and not very nice…"
Xander steps up slapping a hand over her mouth, "Willow Rosenberg ladies and well ladies, come by after next period and she'll show you her amazing rambling skills to ooh and aww over."
Faith laughs, "Nahhh Red I think it's cute." She winks her eye, "Adorable in fact, you can dazzle me with your impressive skill any time you want."
Buffy lips turn to a small pout, she was having fun teasing this gorgeous girl and Will was ruining it with her cuteness. So not fair! She's going to have a stern talk with her bestie later, "And on that note everyone can agree that Will is adorable but like Xander said we need to get our beauty sleep. I mean we need to get with the learning."
Faith turns back to her flashing those sexy dimples, "Okay but you don't need it you know." Buffy bites her lip looking confused, "Beauty sleep, you're perfect without it Buffy."
Buffy fights a smile blushing, "Um thank you Faith. Do you…do you want to have lunch with us? I mean you don't have to if you don't want to but we usually have lunch in the library way from Cordettes. It's more peaceful that way."
"The librarian lets you eat in there," Faith questions.
Buffy nods, "He's kind of an old family friend and like a second Dad to me so Giles doesn't say anything."
Faith chews on the inside of her lip, "Sure I would like that a lot. It beats hanging out on the bleachers watching the jocks play with themselves."
Buffy smiles while her friends tug her away, "Awesome we'll see you there and thank you for defending me and my sister."
Faith shrugs sheepishly watching them leave, she sighs leaning against her locker. Looking at the blonde's retreating back dreamily, "I'm in sooooo much trouble."

Thirty days before Lima
Sixteen year old Faith sat front steps waiting for her friends to come back from their vacation. She smiles brightly thinking about seeing Buffy again it's been a long summer without her. She knows that neither of the Summers girls were happy having to go see their father but Mrs. S insisted that they go. If anyone wanted her opinion Mrs. S just wanted to get jiggy with G-man and that's a eww thought. She creeps herself out sometimes, she chuckles.
Over the last year or so that Faith's been here the Summers home has been like a second home to her not that Wesley's home has been all that bad. After she got over her initial reluctance Wesley turned out to be an okay guy. A little goofy but he's nice, he even flew her to Boston for the summer so she could visit her grandma.
Since Dawnie was doing well, her leukemia was in remission and everything was fine now. Life was good for Faith Lehane, she had nice friends that didn't get her in trouble like some of her friends back in Boston. And then there was Buffy, her angel she still considers her to be an angel. Even though she didn't always act like an angel, Buffy was to her okay so maybe she was a little biased because of that massive crush she has on her friend. Yes friend, that's all Buffy sees her as a friend. Faith sighs, maybe she should just get over this ridiculous crush because it's not like it's going to happen. If it was than it would've by now it's been forever.
And her school life isn't so bad these days her group of friends expanded. First was Cordelia now a part of their group which was freaky considering how much they despised each other in the beginning. It started because she and Faith were partnered up for a class project and they just hit it off from there. Then Anya, crazy Anya moved to town and set her sights on Xander. The poor guy looked like he was going to ruin his pants every time she was around. Then there was sweet Tara that fried Red's brain and left her a bigger babbling mess every time she was around. Faith smiles four out of seven to have the one they want isn't bad, she guesses.
A car pulling up shakes Faith out of her thoughts, looking up a wide smile break out, "There's my girl."
The car pulls up the drive and before it even stops Buffy's out running to where Faith was standing. Faith stands up grinning like a loon, "Twinkie!"
Buffy giggles jumping in her arms, "Faithie!"
Faith groans at the sudden impact, laughing she spins the tiny blonde around, "Did you miss me, B?"
"Maybe a little F," Buffy tightens her hold around her neck. "Okay maybe a lot!"
"Hello Faith."
Faith lifts her head from Buffy's neck, where she was trying to discreetly sniff her neck, "Oh hey Mrs. S how was the drive?"
Joyce smiles kissing the younger girl on her cheek, "It was long but if I'd known that you'd be here waiting on the steps then I would've taken you with me."
Faith sets Buffy down on her feet gently, "Na it's cool Mrs. S I just got back from Boston, so Wes wanted me to spend some time with him. I wasn't waiting her for too long besides all that Boston air I needed to work on my tan."
Joyce smiles, "Okay, are you staying for dinner?" She already knew the answer to that question but she thought it's better to ask than assume. She smirks opening the door wondering when her daughter was going to take the blinders off and realize that Faith was crazy for her. It's not something she expected from her boy crazy daughter but it fits. Faith fits. She balances out Buffy's crazy and Buffy gives Faith a certain calmness she didn't have when she first came around.
Faith grins walking with a giggling Dawn on her back, "I thought that you'd never ask Mrs. S, I'd love to stay for dinner. As much as Wes doesn't annoy me anymore the man sure doesn't know how to cook."
Buffy smiles trailing after the brunettes, one of these days Faith or her are going to actually grow a pair and actually confess their feeling to one another. One of these days, Buffy closes the doors behind them.

Seventeen days before Lima
'Faith,' Buffy screams over the phone.
Faith clears her throat trying to wake her brain up, "Buffy? B? What's wrong?"
Buffy sniffs, 'It's my mom I think she's really really sick and I can't get an ambulance to come get her for three hours! They said that there's a backup log with that weird sickness that everyone is coming down with!'
Faith rubs her eyes, "Okay B calm down I'm going to grab Wes and the car so we can take you to the emergency room."
Buffy whimpers, 'Okay but hurry she's getting worse! And I'm worried about Dawnie getting sick. She can't get sick! Her immune system thingy isn't healthy like ours you know.'
Faith chuckles swinging her legs over her bed, "I know ba-Buffy, I know don't worry okay we'll get everyone checked out. I promise I won't let anything happen to you or Dawnie and your ma is strong I'm sure that it's not that weird sickness from Washington."
Buffy swallows, 'Are you sure?'
Faith sighs looking for her shoes, "As sure as I can be because it's all the way in Washington and we're down here. So I'm reasonable positive that she's going to be okay."
'Stop being so freaking perfect and come help me,' Buffy whines.
Faith chuckles, "I can't help being this awesome B." She grunts triumphantly finding her shoe, "Alright I'll be there in like five minutes just let me wake up Wes. Did you want me to try Giles?"
Buffy shutters, 'Eww gross grown up mating rituals it makes me feel all icky inside. But yes I guess I should call the Mom stealing librarian.' She sighs, 'Thank you Fai it don't know what I'd do without you.'
Faith laughs putting the phone on her other ear, she can practically feel the pout coming from Buffy, "Alright you call him and I'll try to wake up English." She smiles softly, "And you never have to find out B because you'll always have me."
Buffy smiles into the phone, 'Promise?'
"Always Twinkie, I swear," Faith says solemnly meaning it with all her heart. "Okay I'm at the English's door so you go wake up Little Bit and get her ready we'll be there in a few." She hangs up the without saying goodbye but everyone she knows should be used to it by now. Faith doesn't like the word goodbye it's to final. See you later or see you tomorrow would be the best thing to say, it gives people, well her, hope that nothing was finished just paused for the moment.
She knocks on the door softly, "Wes? Wesley? Yo English I'm coming in and you better not be buck naked because I'm gonna tell that you damaged my fragile psyche." She waits for a minute but doesn't hear any movement, "I warned you buddy, I'm coming in."
She opens the door and pads softly to the bed, frowning she sees Wesley groaning in his sleep. He was fine yesterday not even a little tinkle in his throat. She shakes him non to gently, "Yo English I need you to get your ass up and come with me. Buffy called her ma is sick and she needs to hospital."
Wesley groans turning on his side, "What Faith? What's wrong?"
"Buffy called and she needs to take Mrs. S to the hospital," Faith says slowly. "And I need you to get your ass up so you can help me get her to the car." She squints her eyes the dark was making it impossible to see his face, "Are you okay Wesley?"
Wesley grunts swinging his feet to the floor, "I think so Faith but come on let's get to it, Joyce is under the weather. Can you get our coats and my keys and I'll meet you downstairs?"
Faith bites her lip, "Are you sure that you're okay? Cause I hate to say this but you don't look good?"
Wesley stands up feeling his knees almost buckle, "I'm fine but perhaps it would be prudent that I see one as well."
Faith nods, "Yeah English I think you should too."

They were sitting in the hospital almost ten hours later and they still haven't been in to see the doctor. Faith was ready to jump the counter and punch that bitch sitting behind her in the face because if she gives her one more dirty look shits gonna go down and it won't be pretty. Not only are the Summers girls here with her but everyone in her group is as well except for Queen C, but she talked to her an hour ago and her parents aren't doing so hot.
Seventeen hours later the kids were standing in the hall waiting for the doctors to get done examining their parents and guardians. Buffy was in the corner holding a very scared Dawn, she was stroking her hair and cooing in her ear.
Faith frowns, "Hey B can I talk to you for a second?"
Buffy looks up at her scowling she just got her sister calm, "Can't it wait Faith?"
Faith smiles, "Please just for a second then you can come back, I swear."
Buffy sighs she can't resist Faith when she shows off those dimples, "Fine but only for a second." She looks at Willow and she takes the hint and takes Dawn, "Dawnie I'll be right back go sit with Will okay?"
Dawnie raised her puffy red eyes nodding she crawled out of Buffy's arms and sat on Will's lap. The short blonde sighs and follows her friend to the corner of the room so they won't be overheard. Buffy crosses her arms and Faith could see the exhaustion all over her face.
"Okay B don't get mad at me or anything but I'm thinking it might be best if we sent the kid away," Faith says in a rush. "It just that her body is still weak and shit for remission and this could set her back ya know?"
Buffy clinches her jaw struggling not to explode because Faith was just trying to help, "And where do you suggest we send her? My father's? Because that idea wouldn't be such a swell thing since he's already on a plane to England or Spain. So where do we send my thirteen year old sister alone?"
Faith flinches at the cold sting in her voice, "B-B-Boston maybe? My grandma can keep an eye on her if ya want but I think it's the best thing right now to get her away from this sickness until everything's straightened out."
Buffy chewed on her lip thoughtfully it did seem like a good idea, "I'd have to run it by Mom but who can we ask to go with her? I really would rather she didn't travel by herself and no offense to your grandma but she is kinda…old."
Faith smirks, "Maybe Red or Blondie can go? Or Giles but he's doesn't sick good right now."
Buffy nods, "That could work I'll have to run it by everyone first plus we have to figure out how to pay for the tickets."
The next day a somber Scooby gang as they like to call themselves were standing in the airport lobby seeing off Dawnie, Willow and Tara. Xander, Anya and Cordelia were going to follow in a later flight but all of the parents thought it would be safer for the kids to get away from Sunnydale and this strange illness for the time being. Buffy and Faith well mostly Buffy was being stubborn and refused to leave her Mom and Giles while they were this sick. Faith…well Faith just refuses to leave Buffy's side at all.

Fifteen days before Lima
Faith held Buffy as her body racked with sobs, Joyce Summers died at the age of 42 leaving behind her daughters Dawn and Elizabeth Ann Summers. Faith had to fight back tears her mother sucked in the biggest possible way and Joyce filled the void that she left behind. She was the greatest person she knew and this shit wasn't fair.
The whole system was a mess because the cops and social workers didn't realize that they're leaving two teenage girls to fend for themselves. No one not even Giles or Wesley are well enough to take care of them. They couldn't even get ahold of the gangs parents, not that either girl could remember to try them right now.

Twelve days before Lima
Buffy felt empty she lost her Mom, her father figure Giles and she can't even get ahold of her father anymore. Four days ago he was supposed to get on a plane and come here but they suspended all international flights to the U.S. until the virus was cured.
Faith lost Wesley the only decent adult in her life aside from her grandma but she died in her sleep last night. So the gang moved to stay with an ex of Faith's who wasn't too happy to have uninvited guest. They were all numb but they had to figure out how to get to Boston but the roads are closed.
She doesn't even know how to begin telling her friends that their parents are gone to and she can't even tell them that they had a burial for them. Since the government came in and burned the bodies in mass graves all over the state. She's just grateful that they got to bury her mother, Giles and Wes before that happened.
But she can't think about that right now, she has to worry about Faith. The girl hasn't spoken in over a day which just isn't like her. Faith needs to get out of here as much as Buffy does and they need to find Dawn and the rest of their friends but all the roads are closed right now. What the hell are they supposed to do?"

Seven days before Lima
Buffy finally got Faith functioning like a half away human being it was a difficult thing but Faith snapped out of her depression two days ago and helped Buffy plan their escape. Not that it's going to be hard anymore since half the military is sick just like the rest of the state. But Faith thought it still be best to go through the back roads and keep a low profile. Especially since the few people running around are all kinds of creepy.
To make matters worse for them, the girls couldn't get ahold of anyone anymore the phones were wacky and the internet was unreliable. Not for the first time the girls felt closed off from everyone else they know.
"Are you ready to go B," Faith asks softly shaking Buffy out of her thoughts.
Buffy wipes a stray tear and turns around with a dim smile on her face, "Yes I just wanted to look at the house one more time."
Faith pulls her into a tight hug, "It's going to be alright B, I don't know how but we'll be okay." Buffy sniffs burying her face in Faith's neck, "I don't know how but I'm gonna take care of ya and your little sis too. That much I can guarantee, babe."
Buffy pulls away slightly and leans up to kiss Faith's cheek, "I believe you Faith and I promise to take care of you too." She reluctantly detangles herself from Faith's strong embrace, "Come let's get on the road before someone sees us."
The day before Lima
The girls have been on the road for nearly a week now and they didn't plan it out as nearly well as they thought. They ran out of gas like the first day and nearly got all of their supplies stolen until Faith chased them away with a bat. And to top it all off Buffy's lost, not that she would ever admit to Faith because hello that's bad news for her because Faith will bitch up a storm. Just like she's been doing for more than half this little road trip and she doesn't see what's wrong with her driving.
Buffy pouts, 'because it's not like all of us has been driving since they were twelve you know!' Just because Buffy had to wait like a normal person to start driving when she was sixteen, okay seventeen, Buffy failed her driving test once or twice (five times). It doesn't make Faith a better driver, just more experienced.
The sun was high out so it had to be around noon and wherever the hell they were it was all freaking farms and cows and creepy empty spaces. Buffy looked over to Faith and the brunette was passed out making Buffy smile at her adorable little expression. She turned her eyes to road in time to see a deer dart in front of her.
"Oh shit!" she screams and the tires squeal as she turns her car to avoid the animal. "AHHHH!" she yells when the car swerves into a ditch. She's slammed forward but thankfully her seat belt was on. The tiny blonde groans feeling a lump starting to form on her head, "Faith?"
She turns her head, "Oh god! Faith! Faith wake up!"
Faith did have her seat belt on but her side of the car was crushed in, "Did we flip over?"
But Buffy couldn't remember if they did or not and Faith wasn't waking up not even a groan came from her side of the car. Buffy clawed at her belt trying to get to the brunette, "Faith! Wake up! Please, please Faith wake up."
"Yo shut the hell up Twinkie. Your screeching isn't helping my head," Faith croaks from her side of the car.
"Oh thank god," Buffy yells. "I'm sorry but you weren't waking up."
Faith lifts her head blinking blurry brown eyes at the green eyed girl, "What the hell happened?"
Buffy sighs finally getting the belt undone and crawls over the seat to get to Faith, "I-I-I swerved to avoid hitting a deer and I lost control of the car." She looks at Faith her eyes shining with unshed tears, "I'm so sorry Faithie, are you okay?" She reaches out touching Faith's bleeding head, "Oh god you're bleeding! Does anything else hurt?"
Faith reaches up touching her cut, "Five by five Twinkie but I can't say the same about your car yo. It's totaled and unless we find another one with keys in it we're hoofing it to Boston."
Buffy sits back on her heels muttering, "Fuck. Are you okay to walk though?"
Faith smiles letting her dimples do the talking, "I'm good my head hurts a little but that's about it Buff. Come on let's get what we can carry and be on our way."

Several hours later the girls were still walking without a car or house in sight. And Buffy's feet were screaming at her since yes her shoes are adorable but no good for walking almost seven hours straight. It was dark outside now and she was tired. She knew that Faith was hurting because of the accident and that's all on her. If she was paying attention to the stupid road instead of oogling her friend then that wouldn't have happened.
"Fuck!" Faith screams frustrated. "We need to find somewhere to crash for the night B! We can't be out in the middle of nowhere. There's no telling what kind of creeps are out here!"
"I know that Faith but what do you expect me to do!" Buffy yells back just as frustrated. "I can't magically have a house or non perve appear to rescue us!"
Faith growls sitting in the middle of the road, "I know that! Shit! I wasn't blaming you Twinkie although the next car we, you're so not driving and if you do just run over Bambi!"
Buffy groans sinking down next to her leaning on her shoulder, "I know, I know I'm sorry Faith but it surprised me."
Faith sighs tilting her head to press a kiss on Buffy's hair, "I know and I'm sorry I shouldn't be taking all this shit out on you."
The older girl sighs sinking into her girl's, I mean friend's warmth, "I have to tinkle." She smirks when she feels her companion shake with laughter, "Oh shut up you! I'm taking the flashlight I'll be right back, okay?"
Faith groans lying out on the hard cold ground, "I'm not going anywhere babe so go do your business."
Buffy smirks hoping and jogging, as much as she can with her pretty shoes, to the line of trees on the side of the road. She hears a squeal of tires after she was done with her business. Gasping Buffy struggles to right her clothes and get to Faith. She stops short when she sees a pretty red mustang sitting idly a few feet away from where Faith was laying.
End flash back

Faith looks down and the small bundle in her arms smiling gently just admiring the way she looked with her hair shining in the sunlight. A soft knock on the door startles her from her oogling. Faith clears her throat, "Come in."
Santana pops her head in grinning at the picture they made, "Hey I made breakfast for us so wake up your girl."
Faith blushes, "She's not my girl."
Santana winks, "That's what I kept telling myself about Quinn but we both know that we're lying to ourselves. Hurry up because I still have electricity and that means real fucking food and a hot shower."
Faith does a fist bump, "Fucking yes yo! I've been dying for one since we left Sunnydale bitch bathes aren't cutting it anymore."
Santana laughs, "I agree so get your lazy ass up. I want to be on the road before it get to dark out."
Faith smiles, "Okay let me wake B up."
"No need I'm up already," a muffled voice croaks from somewhere under the blankets. "With the way you two are going on like talkative little old ladies, it's hard to get any sleep here."
Santana grins flipping her off, "Well get your ass out of bed blondie, I needs to get my supplies before we hit the road. We have places to be and all that shit and I figured if we take turns driving than we should be there by Friday, Saturday at the latest."
Faith chuckles easing herself up after Buffy rolled off of her, "Are you sure that you want Buff driving? Cuz she might make your pretty little car look like hers."
Buffy glares at her brunette, "You know what Santana? Why don't we leave Faith here to fend for herself? All that attitude she can make her own way to Boston."
Santana lifts her hands up, "Oh no no no no young one this is your argument. I have enough shit to deal with out your drama." She backs away, "You deal with your own shit and I'm going to go eat the first real breakfast I've had in a while."
Faith grins cheekily at Buffy before she bolts out the door, "The last one there is the last one to use the shower."
Santana chuckles chasing after her while Buffy pouts because her feet get tangled in the sheets, "That's not fair! Faith? Faith!? Damn it Faith, Santana!" She groans following the sounds of laughter, "Stupid dimpled hot brunettes."

After breakfast and their showers the three girls set off to the hardware store to pick up some supplies that they would need. Surprisingly the store didn't look that empty Santana looks around with the girls trailing after her but it did look like someone had a fight here.
Santana swallows hard when she thinks she sees blood on the floor, "Come on I don't want to be here too long, girls." They gather the supplies Santana thinks they will need and move on to the next store.
Santana hurried them out of the store to the department store not that far from there. Buffy squeals jumping up and down, "Oohh I need new shoes and a new top…"
Faith rolls her eyes, "B this isn't a shopping spree ya know? Just get want you need and that's it we can't have the trunk full of shit that we don't need."
Santana giggles, "If we let you go on your shopping spree than we'd need another car."
Buffy crosses her arms pouting, Santana thought that she was about to stomp her feet de ja vu Rachel Berry. Santana chuckles pushing the girls in front of her "Come on babies let Auntie Tana take you shopping and remember no fighting or no ice cream for you."
Buffy glared at the laughing brunettes, "Oh my god you sound like a bunch of hyenas! Forget it I'm going in buy myself and you two bust a gut for all I care."
Faith laughter dies down, "Oh man she's pissed at me."
Santana nods, "You better go after her before your cut off or something."
Faith face flushes, "I told you that I'm not with her."
"Not yet anyway," Santana smirks. "You two remind me of me and Quinn. She's this girl I went to high school with."
"The one that wrote you that note?"
Santana nods, "Yeah that's the one that got away because I didn't have the balls to go after her." She turns to Faith, "Don't wait too long like I did Faith because fuck I don't know if we'll ever find them. So I have to live with that fact but you don't have too. You have a chance and don't say something stupid right now because I see the way you look at her." Faith ducks her head blushing, "And I see the way she looks at you when you're not looking. It's there, Faith just grow a pair and go after her."
Faith rolls her shoulders back a look of determination on her face, "Your right Aunty Tana." Santana guffaws, "But you remember your own advice when we find Quinn, grow some lady balls and kiss the shit of your girl." Santana smirks, "Now I have a blonde about yah high," she holds her hand up to her waist, "to go woo."
Faith starts to trot in the direction that Buffy went as Santana looked on in amusement. The Latina starts whistling a tune as she walks around the store grabbing cans of food off the shelves and throwing them in the basket. When she rounded the corner she stopped dead in her tracks. There in a dry pool of blood was a body of someone vaguely familiar. Santana took a step feeling a wave of dizziness, when the name of the body popped in her head, Jacob Ben Israel. She went to high school with him. She picked on him because he was a loser and she wasn't and now his dead with a piece of a stick sticking out of his chest. She whimpers feeling the bile burn her throat.
She turned her head and stumbled away before vomiting by a shelf. Santana groans falling to her knees, feeling herself start to hyperventilate. Her breathes come out in painful gasps and her chest tightens. Even when this whole thing started she's never seen a dead body before. How the hell to Quinn and Brittany do this with every one of their parents and family.
"Oh god," Santana whispers. She wipes her mouth and gets unsteadily to her feet, taking a deep breath she turns back to the body. Santana moves closer careful not to step on any of the blood. She looks at his face and it looks like Jewfro was in a fight with someone. She shakes her head swallowing rapidly trying to keep the bile down. She clears her throat looking away, "Oh fuck."
She steps to the side seeing a bloody hand print too small to Jewfro's or a male unless it's a child. Biting back a whimper Santana takes a step when she sees something on a floor. "Oh god."
"Oh my god," Buffy screams as she comes to stand next to Santana. "W-w-w-who's that?"
Santana opens her mouth but nothing comes out so she clears her throat and tries again. "That's, that's um Jewfro," her voice sounds raw. "We went to high school together."
Buffy gags turning around, trying to bury herself in Faith's side, "Oh god, oh god, oh god…"
"What the hell happened?" Faith chokes out wrapping her arms around the tiny trembling body.
Santana gulps still trying to control her need to gag, "It looks like he got in a fight with someone but whoever it was one." She swallows stepping forward a little more, "There's…there's something on the floor next to him. A chain I think."
Faith furrows her brow, she rubbed her hands on Buffy's back in soothing circles, "What is it?"
"A chain I think, I'm…I'm going to get it," Santana mutters mostly to herself.
Faith shakes her head pulling Buffy closer thinking that was a stupid idea but doesn't say anything otherwise. Santana swallows careful not to touch Jewfro's body gingerly lifting the chain from the ground. Santana steps away as quickly as possible until she bumps into the girl causing her jump up startled.
"Oh sorry," she mumbles. Santana's hands were trembling as she held up the chain to the light examining it. Santana squints, her eyes staring at the chain hard before a horrified gasp escapes her lips, "Oh no no no no no…"
Buffy turns around in Faith's arms, "What's wrong Santana?"
"This looks like…this is Quinn's chain," Santana whimpers. "I gave her this chain after she gave hers to Beth our senior year." Santana blinks back tears, "Then that hand print has Quinn's because that creepy son of bitch attacked Quinn or Brittany and they had to defend themselves." Her hand falls down to her side, "You disgusting bastard you're so lucky that your dead because if you weren't I'd kill you myself."
Faith and Buffy wrap her in their arms holding her tightly while she struggled not to cry. They held on to her until her trembling calm down and Santana pushes their arms away.
"Come on let's get the rest of this shit and get the hell out of here," Santana growls. Santana's hands were trembling as she pushed her cart, if that piece of shit wasn't dead already she'd kill him with her bare hands. She didn't know if that was Quinn's blood or Brittany's blood on the floor too. For all she knows one of them could be hurt or worse. She swallows back a whimper, if that was true then why didn't the note say so?
Maybe they just left and one of them is hurt in the car…Santana growls frustrate that her blondes are out there in who knows what condition and there's not a damn thing that she could do about it.
Santana was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even notice that the girls trotted up next to her. Faith touched her shoulder trying to get her attention, "Hey….oomfss!"
Santana reacted out of pure instinct turning around with her fist cocked back ready to hit the girl. Faith's reaction was instinct to as she managed to duck away in time but she felt Santana's fist graze her cheek. Her face turning red, "S-s-s-San…."
Santana's red haze lifted gasping she lets her hands drop, "Oh god oh god I'm so sorry." She chanted over and over as scrambled away from the girls.
Buffy gathered the gasping Faith in her arms tears falling freely, "Oh god baby." She checked Faith's face and body for any injuries. She turned to glare at the stricken Latina, "What the hell is your problem! You could've hurt her!"
Santana's breathe comes out in painful pants, "I, I don't, I didn't mean to Buffy. I'm sorry I don't know what came over me! One minute I was in my head thinking about Quinn and Brittany and the next…I just don't know what happened."
Santana sinks to the floor pulling her knees up to her chest rocking back and forth, "I'll find you a car and get you more supplies that way you'll be okay on your own. As long as you drive straight through to Boston and don't make any unnecessary stops you'll be okay."
Faith got over her shock, "So you're going to leave us on our own?"
Santana looks up her eyes wet, "I didn't think that you'd want to be in the same car as me after what I almost did."
Buffy glare softens a little, "I'm mad at you and I probably shouldn't have said the things I did but you promised to get us to Boston and we're going to hold you to it. As much as I want to kick your ass right now I don't think that you intentionally tried to hurt Faith."
Santana swallows, "Are you sure? Because if you even have a smidgen of doubt I'd do whatever I can to help you leave on your own."
Buffy stands up pulling a shaky Faith with her, "I'm sure, Faith's sure but I swear if you put a hand on her again I'll cut it off."
Santana gulps she's not ashamed to admit that Buffy scared her a little and that she believed her. "You got it Buffy, I swear and I'm sorry."
It was Faith's turn to glare at her, "If you apologize one more time I'm going to beat your ass."
Santana stands up slowly, "Got it no more apologies and hands off of Faith I promise."
Buffy swallows tugging Faith behind her as she walked to her cart, "It's understandable Santana, I mean you just found a girl's chain by a pool of blood. A girl you're in love with so this is a free pass."
Santana says, blondes are so fucking scary, not that she'd ever admit that she was scared by a seventeen year old girl smaller than Rachel. Santana scowls looking at the chain in her hand whatever it takes she's going to get to Quinn and Brittany.

After that the girls got in Santana's car fully stocked and ready to go, although Santana kept her distance from the girls. But they kept a small distance from her to, if she was driving they would sit in the back and one it was one of their turns Santana would hop over the sit into the back. They were making good time though and if everything goes well they'll be in city in a few hours. Of course Santana just had to think that and jinx herself. Right?
Santana was careful to maneuver around the cars on the road since she didn't think that the Faith could handle being in another accident. She was finally feeling better after they broke it a pharmacy and got her some kick ass pain pills and everything else they could think of. They never made it to a hospital but Santana figures that's okay since the pain in her side is already starting to lessen. Although if it's due to the medicine or the injuries wasn't as severe as she first thought, she doesn't know.
The girls were just outside the city limits Friday morning when a car caught her eye. Frowning Santana slows her car to a stop pulling alongside of it. Santana killed the engine and got out walking around the car trying to figure out where she knows it from. The girls in the back woke up slowly after the car turned off.
Buffy was the first to sit up and stretch, "What's going on San?"
Santana places her hands on her waist furrow her brow, "I think I know this car but I can't remember from where though." She pauses thinking hard, "Oh shit its Quinn's car!"
The girls get out moving to where she was standing, "Are you sure San?"
"I'm positive Buff, this is her car!" Santana smiles excited about the first positive sign in a while. "She had this car in high school after her accident. I'm surprised she still has it but yeah its hers." She looks at the girls pointing at something dangling from the mirror, "See look at the mirror, mini pom poms we were in the squad together back in the day."
Faith smirks leaning on Buffy, "You mean to tell me that badass Santana López was a cheerleader. Color me shocked."
Santana quirks a brow, "Fuck yeah I was and I was in the Glee club with them too. So fuck you the cheerios were national champions and the Glee won our senior year."
Faith shrugs her shoulder, "So that means that your buds are here at some point and maybe they'll come back to get the car."
"I don't think so," a voice startles them making them spin around. "You see we've been waiting since yesterday for those bitches to come back but they haven't."
"Now now Victoria you don't want to give our new friends a bad first impression of us, do you?" the man with long blonde hair chastise his girl.
Santana crosses her arms glaring, "How do you know them?"
The man smiles ignoring her question at first, "I'm James and this is Victoria and we're dying to meet up with your friends again but you must be the friend that they were waiting for." He leers at them, "Not that I can blame them you are fucking hot."
Victoria smirks stepping closer, "So if you be a bunch of good little girls and take us to your friends you get to choose which one of you dies less painfully."
Santana swallows cursing the fact that she left her gun on the passenger seat, "What makes you think that I'll let you hurt any one of my girls?"
James smirk turns evil, "Because if you don't than I'm going to fuck every one of them and have you watch me do it. Then after I'm done I'm going to hand them over to my girl, who would love nothing more than to cut their pretty little face off. But if you give up the blonde bitches I promise we'll kill you quick and relatively painless."
Santana takes a threatening step forward, "You're a little outnumbered so I don't think so asshat."
Victoria pulls long knife out from behind her back, "But we have the weapons." James smirk turns cold as he pulls out a wicked looking knife, "So princess if you don't want your face peeled off you'll answer our question. WHERE ARE THOSE BITCHES!"
Buffy swallows standing behind Faith, "See that's where you're wrong, psycho we're not as helpless as you think." She reaches under Faith's shirt and grabs the gun Santana found for her handing it to her, "I bet that she could hit at least one of you before you reach us."
James growls lunging forward when a shot rings out stopping him in his tracks. He grimaces watching the blood spread on his stomach. Victoria watches on in horror, "James!"
Santana mouth drops open not really believing that she just shot someone. "Oh holy hell," she whispers pointing the gun at the raging red head, "I suggest that you leave unless you want me to shoot you too."
Victoria falls to her knees trying to drag James up with her but he was too heavy for her to lift. "I'm going to fucking kill you bitch. I swear to Christ that I'm going to cut out your inside and dance on them."
Santana chuckles nervously, "You do that but in the meantime we're leaving, so you keep your crazy ass there unless you want a hole in your as well." She glances at the girls briefly, "Buffy, Faith walk to the car but don't get too close to little Miss Psycho, okay."
Faith nods inching her way to the car making sure to keep a good distance from the pissed of red head. Buffy was clinging to her back trembling watching the woman closely. When they reached the car the girls scrambled in the front starting the car.
Santana jumps in the back slamming the door closed, "DRIVE!"
They scream when Victoria throws herself on the car banging on the widows. Faith steps on the gas watching in the rear view as Victoria chased them until they got too far away too see her anymore.
Santana drops the gun, "Oh fuck I killed someone. Oh shit."
Faith looks in the mirror, "Santana! San! Where am I going?" The older brunette was still in a state of shock, "Santana I don't know where I'm going!"
Santana looks up startled, "Um Shelby's apartment. Go to Shelby's first that's where they'll be." She swallows, "Take the next turn off I think I've only been there once but I'll recognize the building."
Faith nods, "Okay just let me know if we're getting close okay?"
Santana nods staring at her hands not paying any attention to them anymore. They drove in silence save for Santana giving them clipped directions. Twenty minutes later they pulled up to a newer building and Faith shuts off the car. She turns around in her seat touching Santana's hand making her look up.
Faith smiles softly, "Is this the building?"
Santana blinks her eyes looking around almost startled like she didn't even realize that she was in the car. "Yeah this is it."
Faith nods, "You and Buffy go in and I'll find somewhere to stash the car. I don't think it's the best idea to leave it out in the open like this."
Santana nods, "Its apartment 415 but don't stay out to long okay." She swallows getting out of the car, "You know what we'll just wait for you, okay. There's a parking garage about five blocks down you should be able to find a spot to park," Santana smiles but it looked like it hurt and closes the door.
Buffy slides over and kisses Faith's cheek as much as she doesn't want Faith out here by herself she doesn't think that it's a good idea to leave Santana alone right now. It's almost like she's in shock not that she can blame her though, she had to kill someone or they'd been killed instead. She smiles at Faith, "Be careful and we'll meet you upstairs, okay?"
Faith nods leaning over to kiss Buffy's lips, this wasn't how she envisioned their first kiss but what the hell the world wasn't the same as it was a month ago. "I will keep an eye on her even if they ain't here I think we should stay the night and plan out our next move."
Buffy looks over her shoulder seeing Santana standing at the curb looking so lost, "I think that's the best idea you've had in a long time."
She smiles leaning over to kiss her again this time on the lips, hey if Faith can do it so could she. She pulls back smirking at Faith's dazed expression, reaching over she grabbed a bag of supplies and got out the car. Faith blinks her eyes trying to clear the cobwebs before driving off in the direction Santana said.
Santana walked to the entrance frowning at the little bit of blood on the floor. She didn't want to panic and have a repeat of the department store but it was hard to keep it down. She felt Buffy bump her shoulder looking over she sees her gesture for them to go in. Santana swallows squaring her shoulders and starts walking into the building hoping that they'd find her blondes, Rachel, Shelby and Beth here waiting for her.

A/N: Song used is "Homeward Bound" glee version
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