Santana woke up in the middle of the night finding herself in bed and under the covers, Rachel was a sleep right beside her. She stuck her arm out from underneath the sheets to be greeted by the cool night air. Rubbing her eyes she began to recall the moments before she had passed out, remembering she was over half way finished with the letter to Kurt and then began to feel drowsy. Her eyes kept opening less and less and staying shut longer, but she kept fighting to stay awake wanting to finish so she could mail the thing as soon as possible. Rachel had walked into the room around this time and had found her girlfriend drifting in and out; she set down the letter Santana had been working on and helped her crawl into bed. The room was dark and the only light was coming from the reflection of a half moon outside of their bedroom window, she could smell the ocean and the smell of a fire that had recently been put out. Santana turned over to look at Rachel, watching her chest move up and down slowly with every breath she took.

She just seems so peaceful right now completely relaxed. Santana thought continuing to stare at her. She got out of bed and went out into the kitchen to finish writing her letter,

Dear Kurt,

How have things been going for you? I know it has been a while since we last talked, but you have always been there for me and I hope I have always been there for you. As you know Rachel and I have escaped from prison and are now living in Laos working as receptionists in a hotel. We plan on coming back to the states in November which I know is four months away, but we need the time. Anyways I need you to get to know Quinn Fabray for me and for Rachel. She framed Rachel Berry in having possession of several illegal drugs, and had her sent to prison where I met her. Rachel and I both want to prove her innocence. I know what you must be thinking, why did I, Santana Lopez do to get sent there? Truth is I haven't told anyone about it not even Rachel, and I don't want to tell until I see you in person. Send us what you find out about her through the mail and call me when you get this letter.

XOXOXO,

Santana

She wrote the mailing address on an envelope and stuffed the letter inside making sure to hide the contents in some notebook paper. She walked down to the apartment mailboxes and slid the letter inside. Dragging her feet she walked back up the steps to their apartment and crawled back into bed with Rachel. She felt Rachel's body press up against hers; it was smooth and warm and Santana put her arms around her pulling her in close.

"I love you." She whispered into her ear before falling back asleep. The next morning the two of them woke up, and walked to work. Santana explained to Rachel she had written a letter an old friend name Kurt Hummel asking him to become close with Quinn Fabray.

"How do you know that's going to work?" Rachel asked unlocking the door to the employees break room.

"Kurt owns a successful production company, all he has to do is make Quinn the star of one of his shows and it's as simple as that." Santana told her.

"How do you guys know each other?"

"When I was in High school we ran into each other at a conference. It was a LGBT type of thing and we started talking about how shitty school was and pretty much became friends after that. We were where always there for each other when ever one of us was having a shitty day."

"You know Santana you never seem to talk about anything before you started going in and out of the penal system."

"Sure I do, I told you about how I was on the soccer team and when I was little-"

"I mean you never talk about how difficult it was after you came out." Rachel said and then looked at Santana. She realized she had said too much by the way Santana was looking at her, and was about to apologize before she had her ass chewed out but then Santana started crying. The two of them were alone in the break room and Santana took a seat on the one of the couches; she just kept sobbing and Rachel held her hand.

"Okay I'll tell you what it was like. My family said they were okay with it but I knew they were lying; I mean they were pretending to accept the fact I was a lesbian which is fine but it still hurts. When the girls on the soccer team found out they quit talking to me and made me change in a separate part of the locker room. Most of the friends I thought were close started making up excuses for why they couldn't hang out with me or they said their parents didn't want their kid hanging out with someone like me. I would get notes in my locker saying Die Dyke! Crawl back to hell butch!" She paused for a moment trying to catch her breath. "It was the first night I got jumped when things started to get really bad. They fucking beat me and stole my purse, and all I can really remember is seeing all my blood gather in a puddle. So then started caring mace with me and always tried to tell someone where I was going, and when I would be back. The second time I was attacked I was pinned in an alley by a car; only this time they raped me before beating me and then sped off."

"Who were 'They' ?" Rachel asked.

"Some were guys from high school, but most of them had jobs or were in college. I don't know any of their names except for one of them." Santana said wiping away the tears. The clocked chimed saying they had to start their shift before Rachel could ask why Santana only remembers one of her attackers. By the end of the day Rachel and Santana had almost completely forgotten about the conversation they had had in the morning and were unwinding by watching some t.v.

"So I'm guessing with the information Kurt gives us we plan our attack around her schedule?" Rachel asked, laying across Santana.

"We plan her schedule around our attack. That's the nice part about having someone like Kurt working from the inside." Santana said and ran her fingers through Rachel's hair. Rachel turned around to face Santana and pressed her lips against Santana's lips, and then after awhile Santana unhooked Rachel's bra. She gave Rachel's breasts a nice squeeze before lifting up her shirt and tossing it across the room. Rachel started undressing Santana and then ran into the bedroom to grab their little toy. Santana slid it into Rachel working it all around until she found her G-spot. She went harder and harder while sucking on her breasts. It only took ten minutes for her to cum but it was still amazing for Rachel. She returned the favor to Santana and when it was all over they both laid sprawled out on the floor panting, sweating, with pleasure.

...

The phone rang at 3 am about a month after Santana had written the letter. It woke both Santana and Rachel up,

"Hello?" Santana said barely awake.

"Hey Santana." Kurt said, "Sorry I know it's really early in the morning for you, but I just wanted to say I got your letter about a week ago and have everything already set up with Quinn. How have you been?"

"Fine." She answered.

s"How is Rachel holding up?"

"She's fine too." Santana said looking over at her; Rachel had decided to fall asleep naked and one of her nipples was showing. "Thank you for doing this Kurt it means-"

"It's fine Santana. You deserve to be free as much as Rachel does; I know more than you think. I'll call you in three weeks." He hung up. Santana drifted back off to sleep.