Claire remained in a coma for two more days. Forced to deal with the damage to her property and the involvement of the town police with Jesse's remaining men, the Latina was forced to leave Dr. Schuester's home. She asked Rachel to keep an eye on both Quinn and Claire and appointed a carriage and driver to remain at the doctor's home should anything happen. She was in the midst of showing the bulk of the barn's damage to the sheriff when a horse drawn carriage came barreling up her driveway.

"You'll have to excuse me." Santana murmured, not even bothering to look at the officer before hurrying across her large yard. She made it to the driveway just as Rachel stepped down out of the carriage.

"What's going on? Did she d-"

"Claire woke up. She's asking for you." The tiny brunette cut her former owner off before she could get ahead of herself. Seeing that Santana was a bit frozen in shock, she grabbed her tan hand and pulled her into the carriage. Within seconds, they were off.

"What did Dr. Schuester say? How is she doing?" Santana asked, finally snapping out of her initial stupor.

"He says she seems to be alert and know what happened. Most of her injuries are superficial and he seems to think she'll be just fine." Rachel replied calmly, hoping that her confidence in Claire's condition would show. She could tell Santana was scared beyond belief, as she had been since they had found Claire.

The rest of the ride passed in an anxious silence. Santana was much too intent of figuring out what she was going to say and what Claire was going to say. Rachel knew better than to try to bother the Latina while she was lost in thought. As soon as they arrived at Dr. Schuester's, Santana bolted out of the carriage and into the house.

"Where is she?" Santana breathed out, sliding to a halt in the doctor's kitchen. The curly haired man looked up in surprise, quickly dried his hands, and then nodded for her to follow him down the hallway.

"She's quite tired and hasn't eaten anything yet. If you'd like to help her with that and continue giving her water, I'd really appreciate it." He advised, opening the door to one of his spare rooms. Santana stopped mid-nod and froze as she locked eyes with a very conscious and very injured looking Claire.

"I'll leave you two alone." Dr. Schuester said quietly, letting himself out of the room and shutting the door behind him. Santana cautiously stepped over to the chair beside the bed and took a seat next to Claire.

"Hey. How're you feeling?" She murmured, reaching forward and resting her hand on top of Claire's. The teenager blinked at her tiredly and smiled.

"I'm okay. You?"

"I'm okay." Santana blinked back tears out of her eyes and smiled back. Despite how frail the former slave looked, the Latina felt immensely relieved, especially as she felt Claire's hand tighten on her own. Remembering what Dr. Schuester had said, she turned towards the bedside table and lifted the glass of water that rested there.

"Here, take a drink." The Latina offered, scooting closer so that she could help Claire to sip at the water without spilling any of it. The younger girl glanced at her gratefully before taking a few weak drinks.

"Santana, I have to say thank you. You saved me from him. And I know that you've lost a lot; Rachel told me about the barn and your home. Just…thank you." Claire's voice was soft and her eyes avoided Santana's. Shaking her head, Santana took her hand again firmly and held it in both of hers.

"You don't need to thank me for anything. I could never have lived with myself if I had let Jesse hurt you. Not again. I'm just so glad that you're safe." Santana angled her head until she could catch Claire's gaze and the younger girl hesitantly locked eyes with her.

"I want to ask you something. You have no obligation to say yes if it's not something you actually want. But Claire, I'd like you to move into my home after you recover." She requested anxiously. Claire didn't respond right away, but instead struggled to sit up. Immediately concerned, Santana stood up and supported her from behind until she could get comfortable again.

"You don't have to offer that. You've done enough for me." The teenager replied politely. Santana frowned as her submissive side came through again and shook her head.

"Claire, don't. I know that things aren't quite clear between us yet, but I'd like to keep seeing you. But I understand if you'd still like to stay with Quinn, since that's where you've been-"

"Alright. I'll stay with you." Claire cut her off and Santana blinked in surprise. Moments later, she managed to smile despite her initial shock and nodded.

"Wow, I, um, I suppose that by the time you're well again, I should be all moved into the new estate. I've chosen not to return to the old property. I believe it will be good to just move away from that entire place." Santana informed her quietly. Claire paused for a moment, taking into account what Santana was doing, and then squeezed her hand again.

Two weeks passed, with Claire growing stronger every day. Santana spent the majority of her time going between her new mansion and overseeing the construction of her barn and servants' quarters, as well as spending as much time as she could at Dr. Schuester's. Rachel accompanied her nearly everywhere she went, though she was reluctant to leave Quinn's side.

Santana, though she hid it better, was also reluctant when it came to leaving the doctor's house. The Latina had taken it upon herself to make sure Claire was attended to vigilantly. She began taking the younger girl on short walks around the property, and soon both Rachel and Quinn were able to join them.

"Claire, may I ask you something?" Santana asked, turning her head so that she could look at the girl beside her. The Latina had her arm wrapped around the younger girl's waist, though she was fairly certain that Claire no longer needed her assistance to walk.

"Of course."

"You seem to have improved quite a lot in the past few weeks and I was…I was just wondering if perhaps you're ready to come and live with me." Santana suggested carefully. To her surprise and relief, Claire's face lit up with a small smile and she nodded.

"I believe I am. As long as Dr. Schuester thinks I'm ready to leave." She replied. Santana smiled sheepishly and blushed, averting her gaze to the ground.

"He does. I…I checked with him this morning, before I decided to ask you. I just wanted to be sure." She admitted. Claire's smile only broadened, and she pulled Santana back in the direction of the house.

"When can we leave?" The dark haired girl asked. Santana glanced at the setting sun and then at the carriage that resided in the driveway.

"Now, if you'd like." She offered. Claire hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"Alright. Let's leave."

Hey, so the story's almost done! I'm going to write one or two more chapters to kind of wrap things up though, so feel free to suggest anything you'd like to see. Thanks for your support.