Microfiction: The ringing phone filled her with dread.

She knew who it was. She just didn't want to face them. She'd been driving for days, but for what reason? She had to leave the small town, where she had just been completely humiliated. Not even her best friend, her soul mate, could help her with this one. She had been trapped for years, and now it was all over. She had planned for it to be a bit more elegant.

She gave into the phone call. Her Amy Whinehouse ringtone wasn't helping the situation.

"What, Britt?"

"San? San is that you? Where are you? Hello?"

"Yes, it's me, now what do you want?"

"Hello? San?"

She looked at her phone. Call dropped.

She should have expected that. She didn't even know what state she was in anymore. She saw bright lights in the distance, and realize she needed to stay at a motel for a few hours. Then maybe she'd pick up the courage to find her way back home. 

She pulled into the motel and checked in. It was awkward, she didn't have any bags with her. She really didn't even think about packing, because she figured she'd be home right now.

She turned on the TV, and flipped to channel 31. It was fuzzy. She turned it off, washed her face, and got into bed. She didn't have enough money to stay here for long.

She woke up to sound of the door creaking. It was freezing inside of the room now, so she got up to close the door and decided to take a hot shower.

All of a sudden, her vision blurred and her knees went weak.

"Santana? Santana?"

She woke up, an IV attached to each arm. 

"What happened?"

"You passed in the shower, hit your head, and lost a lot of blood."

"Of course...what state am I in, again? And do  my parents know?"

"You're back in Ohio, and yes, they're just outside."

Santana turned her head, only to see Brittany asleep in the chair next to her.

She would, Santana thought. She giggled at the blonde and slowly fell back asleep.