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Santana ran through her door and up the stairs to discard of her backpack, before running back down. "Mami! I'm going to go make sure Rachel's okay. She wasn't at school, and she's not answering her phone."

"Mija, wait," Santana's mother Marisol emerged from the kitchen. "I think you need to read this first." Marisol handed her daughter an unopened white envelop that had Santana written on the front. "Hiram Berry dropped this off this morning after you went to school."

"This is Rachel's handwriting," Santana looked back up at her mother fear present in her eyes. "Mami, what's going on?"

"I think you should read it first Santana."

Santana nodded and opened the envelope; she felt her heart begin to ache as she read the perfect lettering that gave no explanation. Santana I'm so sorry. You're my best friend, you always have been, and you always will be. Please don't hate me.

"Mami?"

"They left this morning mija."

"No! Rachel wouldn't do that! She wouldn't just leave," Santana gripped the note tighter. "Rachel wouldn't do that!" Tears fell silently down the Latina's cheeks.

"Mija, I'm sorry," Marisol went hug her daughter, but Santana was out the door and running down the street before she had the chance.

Santana ran until she was in front of the Berry household, she slowly stepped up the porch and to the door. There was a folded white paper taped next to the peep hole; Santana took it down and unfolded it to read I love you Tana. And that's when she broke. The Latina crumbled to the floor in tears. Her best friend was gone…

Three years later

Santana was sitting in bed flipping through channels when she heard a whimper from outside her window. Her brows furrowed as she stepped out of bed and walked over to the clear glass. The only thing evident was the ruffle of a few bushes in the backyard. "Weird." She looked out the window a little bit longer before crawling back into bed to eventually fall asleep.

"Rachel!" Santana ran through the dark forest that rested on the edge of Lima screaming for her best friend. She chanced a glance back to see if it was still chasing after her. There was nothing, so she stopped and leaned against a nearby tree to catch her breath. "What the hell?" She closed her eyes and waited for her heart to slow. Only to slowly open them when she felt a warm breath on her face; she was met with the one dark topaz eye and one blood red eye that had the large snout of a wolf in between them . It breathed heavily staring at the Latina for minute, before nuzzling the side of her face gently.

Santana's breath hitched at the action. She was expecting to be killed, not… cuddled. She closed her eyes at the feeling; it was so warm and loving. Suddenly the feeling was gone and on the ground in front of the girl was a small body completely naked, the skin tan and soft, and the long chestnut hair sprawled everywhere. Santana leaned down about to touch the shoulder of the body when a hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. "Please don't hate me."

I took a ride on a February morning
Just getting over it and dealing with the mourning
I started thinking out loud
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired
My baby's flying off the edge of the road
She's sayin' "I'm so sorry about that note"
That left me all alone
But I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired

Somebody turn the lights on
Somebody tell me what's wrong
I'd be lying if I told you
Losing you was something I could handle

Somebody turn the lights on
Somebody tell me how long
All this darkness will surround you
'Cause I'm burning for you
Burning like a candle

Santana's alarm went of shaking her out of her dream. That was the third night in a row she had, had that same dream with the same outcome of pain in her chest. It was getting ridiculous.

"Mija wake up or else you're going to be late to school!" Marisol called from down stairs.

"Si Mami, I'm awake." Santana groaned and pulled her sheets off then sauntered into her bathroom to get ready for school.

A several hours later

Santana was walking down the hall with her two best friends after their last class of the day. They were all dressed in their respective Cheerios uniforms, causing everyone in the hall to part like the red sea as they made their way to their lockers. "Hey have you guys seen that new girl?" Quinn asked as they put their unneeded books away.

"New girl?" Santana looked at the blonde. She hadn't heard anything about a new girl all day.

"Yeah. She's short, brunette, tan skin; I think her name is Rachel Berry." Santana froze at the name. "She's totally hot, yet shy and quiet, which I think makes her cuter. I don't even think she knows how attractive she is." Brittany answered.

"Come on let's get to glee." Quinn said shutting her locker.

Santana mindlessly followed her friends to the choir room. How? How this happening? She's… she's back. How can mami and papi not have told me? No, it can't be my Rachel. Berry is a common last name, it could be any girl.

"Alright guys," Santana was pulled out of her thoughts by her glee teacher who was strangely on time. "We have a new member joining us today." Please dear God no. "Please give a warm New Directions welcome to Rachel Berry."

Santana's breath hitched and her eyes started to burn as she forced back tears… it was her. It was her Rachel Berry, but at the same time it wasn't. Something about her was different, aside from the obvious changes of puberty. She took in the girl that stood in front of her she had long, wavy light brown hair, dark brown eyes that with one look could either make you melt or break you completely, and her skin, it was flawless. Brittany wasn't kidding when she said she was hot. That was for sure. Rachel was wearing dark blue jeans with white converse and a red v-neck with black short sleeved hoodie that somehow brought out a serious sex appeal.

"Whoa, dude, she's hot," Sam whispered in Finn's ear.

"Back off bros, I've got major dibs." Puck chimed in.

"No way man. I'll have her by the end of the week." Finn shot them all down.

"You wish man. She won't be able to deny my amazing dance skills." Sam did a weird half body roll to emphasize his point.

Santana rolled her eyes at the boys' conversation before looking back at Rachel who looked to be stifling a laugh.

"Mr. Shue, do you even know if this girl can sing?" Mercedes called out from the back, she was not liking the idea of having to compete against another person for solos.

"Why don't you give them a performance Rachel?"

"Sure Mr. Schue." Rachel shrugged and picked up one of the guitars standing by the drums. "Um, this is one of my favorites. I guess it's kind of how I felt about someone when I left home."

I find a map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from A to where you B
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place
Where I'd find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have traveled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

And miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

Santana stared at Rachel as she finished the song; the girl only took a short glance at her before looking down and going to put up the guitar. She took the farthest seat from Santana and turned her attention to Mr. Shue who was now talking. Just like Santana she was working to hold back tears. It had been nearly two and a half years since she had last seen the raven haired girl, not to mention the smell that radiated off of her was intoxicating.

Neither girl paid much attention to what the glee teacher was saying; Santana was too busy stealing looks at her forever best friend, and Rachel was busy controlling her actions. "And that leaves Santana and Rachel," both girls snapped their head up at the teacher. "Okay guys I expect everyone to have performed their duets by the end of next week. Class dismissed."

Rachel was up and out of the classroom before Mr. Shue finished his sentence. Santana rushed out of the room after her, but Rachel was already gone. "You okay San?" Brittany asked when she and Quinn saw the Latina staring down the hall.

"Yeah I'm fine B. We should hurry and get to practice."

"Agreed." And with that the three Cheerios made their way out to the football field.

Rachel had fled to the nearest bathroom to sort herself out. "Calm down." A growl erupted from Rachel. "No! We're going home, so fix it!" Rachel looked up into the mirror to watch as her eyes faded from topazd to their normal dark brown. "Better."

Cheerios practice was gruesome and all Santana wanted to do was go home and shower. But instead she found herself sitting in her car in front of the Berry household. There was a red Ducati sitting in the driveway next to a silver Dodge Charger and behind the Charger a black Genesis Coupe.

Santana sat there for a while staring at the house… she had gone there plenty of times after Rachel left hoping to find the family's old cars sitting in the driveway, and it turning out that everything had simply been a bad dream. But after a year of that she only went occasionally hoping the Berrys returned, and eventually that turned into her going there as a place to think when she had a bad day or got in a fight with her parents. The family never sold the house so it never looked like she was creeping on a family. All hope of the family returning had drained from the Latina… but now… here she was, sitting in front of the house where the family clearly lived.

The Latina took a deep breath before getting out of the car and slowly approaching the door. She stood there for a second and stared at the ground, remembering the times she had sat in this very spot and cried. Another deep breath before, knock, knock, knock.

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Songs:

Candle (Sick and Tired)- The White Tie Affair

Set The Fire To The Third Bar- Snow Patrol