Skin On Skin

Chapter 7

"You know, of all the people I ever thought I'd be on a stakeout with, I didn't think it would be you Berry." Santana flicked the keys in the ignition and turned off the car. "You had better have brought plenty of supplies with you, and by supplies I mean drinks and nibbles."

Rachel looked up in surprise, drinks and nibbles had been the last thing on her mind when they had set off on their journey. "Of course I didn't bring drinks and nibbles!"

Santana sighed. This was going to be a long afternoon in deed, stuck in a car, with Rachel, hoping for a sighting of a young man that had captured Blaine's heart five months earlier, near a bar that was supposed to be close to his home. It was a crazy idea and Santana believed something along the lines of wishful thinking, but she had agreed to go along with it just because it was for Blaine. Something had to be done to try and pull him out of the hole that he had dug himself into. They both knew it was risky, and that they had no idea who Kurt really was, or whether he even still lived in the area but it was the only thing that they had to go on. That's how desperate they were.

It was the reason why Santana now gritted her teeth and held onto the other round of sarcastic comments that she wanted to unleash on Rachel for her lack of preparations. Instead of insults, she gazed in the direction of the bar. She had managed to find a parking spot under a large tree, but despite her efforts the rented convertible was in the direct line of the setting sun. Santana covered her eyes with her hand and tried to get a better view of the bar on the opposite side of the road. She held onto another sigh as she felt Rachel scoot up closer to her and lean into her space as she tried to get a better view as well, but just like her friend beside her, Rachel had to squint against the sun too.

"How is this supposed to work?" Rachel cried exasperated. "We can't see a thing!" She was desperately trying to stay calm but her stomach was an anxious knot of nerves. "If only Blaine hadn't lost his phone last week then I could have just called Kurt myself!"

Santana only nodded but with one swift move she flicked Rachel's hand off her shoulder. She couldn't help herself any longer. "Look, Berry. If we're going to be stuck in this car together you've got to stop with the complaining. You've been whining on about Blaine losing his phone for the past three days, there's nothing you can do about it. It happened."

"I'm sorry," Rachel tried to apologize. "I just can't help but think that if we had only decided to do this a couple of days ago we wouldn't have to be sitting here in this car."

"Rachel," Santana warned.

Rachel sulked and sank back down onto her own seat. "I still can't believe that someone spiked his drink like that," she mumbled unable to stop herself. "You know he says he doesn't remember anything from that entire night."

Santana gritted her teeth again. She had heard the story a million times. It had been what had caused them to act because instead of it being a wake-up call for Blaine, it had been the complete opposite. The very next night Blaine and Hunter had been back out hitting another club and had even got caught up in a fight with a pair of bouncers.

"So what does this dashing young man look like?" Santana asked trying to steer their conversation back to the mission at hand. "I guess I should at least know what I'm looking out for."

Rachel quickly forgot about her brooding, leaned down to the bag by her feet and pulled out a pair of mini binoculars. "Just keep your eyes open for anyone who is tall and slender with sharp good looks and fair skin."

Santana snorted at the sight of the binoculars. "Are you kidding me?" she asked looking over her shoulder at Rachel in disbelief. "It's a bar!"

Rachel frowned really not knowing where Santana was going with her statement. "Yes, it's a bar?" She brought the binoculars to her face but her vision was distorted by a close blurred up image of Santana as she climbed out of her seat.