In the following weeks Santana began hustling more than ever before and was maximizing profits; at the same time she was showing Rachel how to not get caught and how to make the most money.
"The main thing is to not bring attention to yourself, so buying lots of things is a sign you might be involved with selling." Santana explained hiding $400 in a soda can.
"Why can't we just withdraw money from my bank account when we escape?" Rachel asked. "I have over $20,000 in savings alone."
"Oh really? Wow. While were at it let's put a flashing sign that says escaped convicts." Santana said sarcastically, "They're going to find us pretty quickly anytime we withdraw money from your account."
"Yeah but like what if it was like right after we escaped?"
"Rachel there are these things called cops, and they like to spend time at banks incase of robberies. But lets say one of us decides to go in and make a withdraw and there is an alert going out we escaped."
"I thought you said they weren't going to notice for at least an hour?"
"What if they do? It's better to do it this way besides I have almost $10,000 now, Mamma Shaw has taught you everything, and now you're dealing we'll have the money in less than a month." Rachel stopped arguing with her, and wrapped her arms around Santana's waist. It made chills run down Santana's spine and she turned around to kiss Rachel.
"I have a plan worked out finally, we're going to-"
"Lopez! There is someone here to visit you." One of the guards said stepping into the cell, "It looks like you might be able to go home early."
...
Rachel had just come back from working in the kitchen and found Santana sitting on her bed holding a few sheets of paper.
"Well what happened?" Rachel asked her.
"Before you got here, I was able to get an attorney to see if they could get my case thrown out for mistrial. They came to visit me today to tell me they were extremely close, and I would probably walk free within the next month. She said just to lay low and not get into any trouble and everything would work out." Santana explained solemnly.
"So what that's it? You're just going to leave me here, and walk free? After everything?" Rachel started to cry.
"No don't look at it like that. I'll come back for you."
"Yeah when?"
"When I'm able to, when I. I promise I will." Santana didn't know what to say. She loved being with Rachel, but this was just prison love. Wasn't it? She could come back for Rachel, it might even be easier to do it from the outside anyways. Looking at Rachel she could tell Rachel had her doubts standing there trying to hold the stream of tears already flowing, and she might not be able to trust her again if she left.
"Give me one day to think it over Rachel, okay?" Santana finally said.
"Okay one day, and then I want an answer." Rachel sobbed, and the two of them hugged not wanting to ever let go.
