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She rented a sleazy motel room on the outskirts of town. Other than a quick text to her parents to let them know she'd be away that night, and a text to Quinn to say she was alive, she didn't talk to anyone. She stared, wide-eyed, at the ceiling mirror all evening, playing out every possible situation in her mind.

She'd done the right thing.

She'd done the right thing.

She'd done the right thing.

Tears came, even as she kept repeating this to herself.


It took Santana a while to get going in the morning. Half of her wanted to stay there in bed, but the other half wanted—needed—to get to school. In the end, she had to know. She gargled with the complimentary mouthwash and straightened her rumpled close as best she could before leaving.

By the time she made it to school, first period was just letting out. She made her way to Rachel's locker and stood there, looking up and down the hall.

"Santana?"

"Quinn, have you seen her?" Santana asked, turning to her best friend.

Quinn shook her head. "I thought she might be with you."

At this, Santana began to take deep breaths, trying hard not to break down into sobs.

"Hey…easy. Remember what she told us? When we asked if WWII Rachel had been reformed in another time yet? It takes time."

"It took an hour, and she ended up in the Civil Rights Movement," Santana said. "It's been nearly 15 hours…."

"You did the right thing, S," Quinn said. "You let her go."

"I wish I knew where she went."

Quinn pulled her into a tight hug. "Come on, let's go to class."


She didn't show up in math, or history, or English.

Santana was actively, but silently, crying by the time they made it to glee.

"She's gone, Quinn. It's my fault."

Quinn didn't say anything, but rubbed Santana's back. "Let's try to get through glee. But if it's too much, we can duck out early."

They sat in the back, separate from everyone else. Still, Tina came by and squeezed Santana's shoulder when they got in. Santana knew the younger girl had no idea what was going on, but it almost made her feel a little better to know her friends cared.

"God, what's the drama now?" Finn asked, exasperated, as he came in and saw Santana.

"Finn," Quinn said in a deadly calm voice that made the whole room fall silent. "If you even look at Santana wrong today, much less say one more word to her, I will castrate you. Ant," she pointed at him, "meet boot." She pointed to herself then, and quirked an eyebrow.

Properly scolded, Finn muttered, "Sorry," and took his seat.

"Right guys!" Mr. Schue said, coming in. "Er…Santana?"

"Don't worry about it, Mr. Schue," Quinn said firmly.

"Where's Ra—"

"Again, not the time," Quinn said, cutting him off.

"Okay…. Well, uh, as you know, this week was a free week. Does anyone have anything they'd like to perform?"

There was silence for a long moment, then Blaine raised his hand.

"I have something," he said, standing. "I just…this is something that's been on my mind."

You say you gotta go and find yourself
You say that you're becoming someone else
Don't recognize the face in the mirror
Looking back at you

You say you're leaving
As you look away
I know there's really nothing left to say
Just know I'm here
Whenever you need me
I'll wait for you

So i'll let you go
I'll set you free
And when you see what you need to see
When you find you come back to me

"Oh my god, I can't do this," Santana whispered, closing her eyes.

Take your time I won't go anywhere
Picture you with the wind in your hair
I'll keep your things right where you left them
I'll be here for you

Oh and I'll let you go
I'll set you free
And when you see what you need to see
When you find you come back to me

And i hope you find everything that you need
I'll be right here waiting to see
You find you come back to me

I can't get close if you're not there
I can't get inside if there's no soul to bear
I can't fix you i can't save you
It's something you have to do

"I…I can't," Santana said. "I'm leaving."

"Oh, my god. Santana, look."

Santana looked, as did everyone else.

Rachel had just walked in. She beamed at Santana as Blaine continued to sing.

So I'll let you go
I'll set you free
And when you see what you need to see
When you find you come back to me
Come back to me

Santana rushed down the steps and pulled Rachel into a fierce hug, not caring that the whole glee club was watching.

So I'll let you go
I'll set you free
And when you see what you need to see
When you find you come back to me

And I hope you find everything that you need
I'll be right here waiting to see
You find you come back to me

When you find you come back to me
When you find you come back to me
When you find you come back to me

The girls didn't pull apart when the song ended. Finally, Santana whispered. "Let's get out of here."


"What happened?" Santana croaked.

They'd spent about an hour sobbing unrestrainedly into each other's shoulders in Santana's room. After that, they'd just held each other, silently thanking every deity known to man. Quinn had sent a text respectfully requesting that they all skip the next day and hang out at her place, but didn't bother them other than that. It was getting dark by the time either of them managed to pull themselves together enough to speak.

"It was…weird. It felt like this great big rush of power when you did it. And then I was…falling. Not the scary kind, more like floating, I guess. And everything was bright, and perfect. And then I was here again. I got to school as soon as I remembered how to walk properly."

Santana let out a relieved, slightly hysterical laugh and pulled Rachel closer.

"Can I show you something?" Rachel whispered.

Santana looked at her quizzically, and then nodded.

Rachel sat up, and dropped her hoodie off her shoulders.

"It's gone!" Santana yelped. She ran a hand over Rachel's back. "So it…it really worked."

Rachel nodded, and cuddled back next to her girlfriend. "I'm my own now. Really free."

Santana was sure astronauts in space could probably see her smile, but she didn't even care. "I could go for some vegetable soup and breadsticks right now, how about you?"

A supremely relaxed look came over Rachel's face and she nodded.

There was a quiet clunk! behind Santana, and she turned. Two bowls of soup and a plate full of breadsticks were sitting on her desk. She turned back to Rachel, wide eyed. "How?"

With a sly grin, Rachel said, "Just because I'm free doesn't mean I'm not still magical."

Fin

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