Summary: Hey wow what has been almost a month since I have written anything? So this is somewhat of an introduction to the next part of Santana's List/ Prison love. I plan on making a few stories that are pure flash backs.
He shot up screaming at the top of his lungs, his body soaked in sweat, his chest rising up and down rapidly. His wife wrapped an arm around him trying to comfort him,
"Relax it was only a dream."
"Yeah but this is the third one this week Brit." He told her, "They're getting worse, more vivid, more realistic, I think I need to go to a therapist."
"What happens in your dreams Puck?" Brittany asked him.
"I'm on the hunting trip but Santana dies and so does Rachel, and there is nothing I can do about it. John then brakes both of my legs and leaves me there out to die. I start crawling back home hoping he hasn't gotten to you yet, but by every time I make it there I see his truck parked in the driveway and hear screams coming from inside the house. I pull myself up to look through the window to see him raping you; he sees me and puts a bullet between my eyes, that's when I wake up." Puck told her.
"I don't understand how Rachel and Santana do it. They've already gotten back at Quinn, John, and then some man named Andrew who had been scamming people." Brittany said.
"What kind of scam?"
"He ran this health clinic and was telling people they had lime disease, and said the only way to treat it was to go there for two hours four times a week and have this IV stuck in you where you would receive this medicine. The medicine was just water with vitamins and minerals in it. He would also tell them they probably passed it on to their family and that they all needed to come in for treatment as well."
"How did the feds not know about something like this?" Puck asked.
"Oh they knew, but you know how long legal things can take. Rachel and Santana just took it into their own hands." Brittany said.
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"Lauren Brown." The nurse called out. It was still weird hearing people call out that name, even though almost three years had passed since they had escaped from prison it was still weird to hear Lauren Brown instead of Rachel Berry. Rachel and Santana stood up, holding each other's hands and walked towards the door. They were trying to have their first child, and today was the day. Everything seemed so blurry after that, they were going to be mothers.
Five Years Later...
"Mommy!" Santana and Rachel's daughter said jumping on the bed, "It's the first day of school!" Santana looked groggily around the room. I can't wait for the day when I am the one trying to get her out of bed. Santana thought to herself.
"Where's your mom at?" Santana asked pulling the covers over her head.
"Right here." Daniel, Santana's daughter said.
"You know what I meant."
"Down stairs making breakfast." Daniel said flopping down next to her annoyed mother.
"Okay, well go see if she needs help with anything and I will be right down." Santana yawned finally sitting up. Daniel rushed down stairs excited to finally be starting school.
"Daniel." Rachel said smacking her daughters hand away from the plate, "Not until Mama Cruz gets down here."
"But she's taking forever!" Daniel protested wanting to take a bite out of the fresh waffles her mother had just made her.
"I will go up and see-" Rachel was beginning to say but then Santana stumbled her way into the kitchen. "Good morning." Rachel said to Santana.
"Morning." Santana said and kissed Rachel on the lips and then Daniel on the forehead. "I just want coffee." She told Rachel as they both sat down. Daniel scarfed down her food and set her dishes in the sink. The three of them went outside and took pictures of Daniel in her new school clothes; a kaki skirt and blue polo shirt, ready to start kindergarden. The bus pulled up and she hopped on waving goodbye to Rachel and Santana out the window as it drove off. Rachel started crying as the two of them walked back to the house.
"Rachel she'll be back at 3:30." Santana said rubbing her back.
"It's not that. It's just she's growing up, and to think back all those years, you know?" Rachel cried.
"Yeah, I hope she never has to go through what we did." Santana said, "I love you Rachel Berry." And the two of them began to kiss, the phone rang, and when Rachel answered the phone she recognized it immediately