Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any quotes from Sorin Cerin (Love)

A/N: Rating M for violence

Chapter 2: Sad love story

After a four-hour bus ride, the glee club finally arrived at Glesswood. This western town was the replica of an old west town built in 1820 at the exact same location. The saloon was the only original building on the site.

The group got out of the bus and walked toward the reception. There, they were welcomed by Mrs Prudence Harper, the manager and owner of the site. The woman, a descendant of the last Glesswood mayor, decided to recreate this town after reading all the legends linked to the place.

Once the introductions were done, Mrs Harper offered a tour of the location. The glee clubbers, calm until then, started to get agitated. The visit began at the Sheriff office, where the boys did their best imitation of Clint Eastwood under the mocking stare of their classmates. Then they were led to the post office.

Santana had her nose stuck to her phone, barely paying attention to what was happening around her. It was more interesting to scroll down her tumblr feed than listen to the boring stories about an old town she didn't care about.

After a while, the Latina raised her eyes and looked at her teammates. Her eyes fell on Rachel who was listening to Mrs Harper with rapt attention. She rolled her eyes; only the brunette could enjoy a history lesson while on a supposedly getaway weekend. She was so sure the midget was as reluctant as the others to come to this trip. She would never understand her, the girl was just a freak of nature.

The tan girl was busy glaring holes at the back of the diva's head when Brittany appeared behind her.

"I saw a gang of cats at the end of the street. Do you think Lord Tubbington sent them to watch me because I wasn't allowed to bring him here?" The tall blonde asked worried.

"I don't think so Britt. It's just a coincidence." The Latina assured with a soft smile.

"Really? Because if they tell him I'm having fun, he will be mad and he'll force me to sleep on the couch again." Brittany insisted. "He's already mad at me because I told him I wanted to date a popular jock next year…"

The raven-haired girl looked in bewilderment at her friend. "What… I, Hum…" She sighed, tired and frustrated by the situation. She couldn't believe Brittany was already thinking about dating other people…

"We are sure about this Brittany. They don't seem related. And if Lord Tubbington is mad, we'll talk to him and explain the situation." Quinn explained with a reassuring smile. Santana sent her a grateful smile, mouthing thank you.

"Thank you, Quinnie!" The tall blonde beamed before going back outside.

For the next step of the visit, the manager led them to the Saloon where she gave them costumes. The boys could chose between the costumes of Sheriff, Cowboy, Highwayman or Saloon Bartender and the girls could choose between a costume of Rancher, Saloon Girl, Wealthy Western Lady or Shopkeeper.

After a long debate, Mike and Kurt chose to be sheriff, Sam and Finn agreed to be cowboy and Artie took the saloon bartender costume. Puck thought being a Highwayman was good for his bad boy image.

Brittany rushed to grab the saloon girl costume, thrilled to dance in it during the ball. Mercedes reluctantly agreed to be wealthy Lady when Quinn wanted to be more humble and chose the Shopkeeper costume. Tina and Santana wanted to be rancher because to Santana, it was the most badass costume of all. Rachel being small and the last one to choose ended up with the Shopkeeper costume, the only one which fit.

Once everyone was dressed, Prudence explained the story of the saloon. "The fire which had devastated the town left this edifice unscathed when all the other buildings had turned to ashes. The legend has it that a young couple was stuck on the second floor during the fire. Seeing they couldn't escape, they just held each other and resigned themselves to die. But their unique bond and love were so strong that it created some sort of magnetic field, protecting them and the building from the fire. When it was over, they walked out of the saloon, hand in hand, to see what was left of the town. Imagine their surprise when everything was destroyed except the place they were in."

"It must have been awful and heartbreaking." Kurt commented, immersed in the story.

The manager nodded. "Indeed. After that, they walked aimlessly around the silent and empty town, leaning against each other, until they reached the city limit. That's where they noticed a tall boy, standing with a distraught face. When they came closer, they recognized him as the girl's ex lover who had never accepted that the girl he wanted to marry had moved on. He was known for his violent outburst so what happened after he saw them didn't surprise anyone."

Santana sneered. "It's weird, it sounds familiar…"

Quinn, who was standing next to her snorted. "I guess this type of man is not confined to a particular era."

"He had stayed behind when the group of survivors left, in case anyone else was still alive. But when he saw the couple, alive and still together, he lost his mind. After everything that had happened, they had to stand there, in front of him, taunting him with their happiness. Without thinking and full of rage, he took his gun and aimed at them." The manager said with a dramatic tone. She took a pause to build the tension before continuing. "If he couldn't have her, no one would so he pulled the trigger." The woman made a shooting motion with her hand.

"What a douche!" Tina exclaimed, receiving a few nods at her comment.

"The jealous man shot his rival first before aiming at his ex. The wounded boy, in a last attempt to protect the women he loved, stepped in front of her, taking the bullet that was destined for her. He fell on the floor and whispered I love you for the last time. She held him as he lay on the ground, crying and wondering how they could survive a fire to die like this."

Santana sighed loudly. "If this gets cheesier and more melodramatic, I'm gonna barf. What is this, a Nicholas Sparks's novel?"

"I think it's beautiful. It means some people have a bond stronger than anything. Like a magnet pulling them toward each other no matter what." Rachel countered.

The former cheerleader rolled her eyes. "You're pathetic!"

"I am not!" The diva cried offended. "It's you and your small cold heart."

Santana sneered. "Small? Like something your nose isn't!"

"Can we just hear the rest of the story?" Kurt cut in before the argument led to another smack down between the two. The Latina shot daggers at him but didn't say anything.

"It's okay, you have the right to have an opinion. Where was I? Ah yes! The man tried to finish what he started but he couldn't pull the trigger anymore. The broken cries of the girl he once loved echoed in the street and shook him out of his daze. The feeling of nausea suddenly rushed over him at the realisation of what he had done. When his eyes locked with the grieving girl, he fell to his knees. She slowly let go of her cold lover's body, kissing him one more time before angrily marching toward her ex-boyfriend He didn't move, paralyzed and he didn't even protest when the girl reached for his gun."

"Damn, it's better than a movie on Netflix!" Mercedes murmured.

Kurt nodded. "I wish we had pop corn."

"For the next part of the tale, the sources diverge. I choose to believe the oldest book. It says she looked at the man and said: 'Now that my heart is dead and a part of my soul is gone, the rest of my body should follow. But first, if the world has to keep revolving without my lover, it shouldn't continue with you.' And after that, she pulled the trigger, killing him instantly. This sweet and caring woman, who had never been violent before, took his life before taking her own because she couldn't live without her soul mate." Mrs Harper smiled happily, glad to have captured their attention. "The end!"

"It's really an amazing legend and it's definitely inspirational. I love it." Rachel beamed.

Santana snorted. "Of course you do, midget! It's the perfect plot for one of your awful musicals."

"You know, Santana, for someone who despises musicals so much you seem well informed about how they are constructed." The diva snapped.

The Latina scoffed. "Please Berry, I don't need to watch them to know they're always cliché. I read you know, I'm not dumb unlike your boyfriend."

"How many times do I have to say this, Finn is NOT my boyfriend!" The petite brunette hissed.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

Prudence laughed at the girls' interaction, making everyone stare at her. "I'm sorry but I've been watching you two since the beginning and you really remind me of the couple from the legend. They were always bickering too when they met each other but the reason behind it turned out to be buried passion. When they stopped being stubborn and gave each other a chance, they realised they were soul mates. They even had to keep their love secret because almost everyone in town disapproved. They were from different worlds and at that time you couldn't date who you wanted. But they went against it…"

"Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there. If you want to be able to talk again after this little tour, you better never repeat that, ever." The raven-haired girl threatened. "Besides, I'm not ga…"

"Santana, behave!" Schue reprimanded.

"Mrs Harper, while I don't condone this rude and threatening comment my teammate made, I have to say your remark was deeply unprofessional and uncalled-for."

"I'm sorry ladies, I didn't want to upset you but who knows?" The manager teased.

"I know! We can't stand each other!" The Latina informed.

"Well to quote Sorin Cerin 'Even though I have not loved from the beginning this wonderful soul, even though I have long disappointed and tortured it with my apparent instability, I have come to understand that when you do not seek you will find and when you do not love from the beginning you will live the greatest love, that will become the love of your life'" "This quote is beautifully written Ma'am. Rest assured that I will do some research about this writer as soon as we are back in Lima but for now I really think we should move on." Rachel insisted. "Of course, I apologize. I tend to get carried away about all these stories. Take a look around, let's appreciate the beauty of this place before resuming our tour."

Rachel walked around, looking at the old pictures hung on the wall. Her attention quickly fell on a little stage with a piano in the corner. She ran her fingers over the black and white keys when she noticed a quote engraved on the wall, just above the piano. She stared at it before reading it at loud. 'This is our life, the life of the soul mates, of always seeking one another…'

"And when they find each other they consume with the love of their love." Santana finished. "God, depressing much?" She stared at the quote before asking Quinn. "Isn't it something you could find in one of your books, Q?" Having no answer, the girl rolled her eyes. "Are you ignorin…" The Latina stopped when she noticed Quinn wasn't there. She looked around in search of any of her classmates but only saw Rachel. "What the fuck?"

Rachel sighed. "Must you swear all the time?"

"Must you be annoying all the time?" Santana mocked.

The petite brunette huffed. "What's the matter with you?"

The tan girl sighed heavily. "Did you not notice everyone was gone?"

"What do you mean everyone is gone?" The diva asked, annoyed by the girl's attitude.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Exactly what I said. Seriously, I'm out of here!"

"Wait, Santana!" Rachel tried to stop her but the girl was already walking out the door.

The Latina stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed her surroundings. "What the…" The landscape was totally different from a few minutes ago. There were stagecoaches and carriages instead of cars, the street lamps and electric wires were gone. People were riding horses in the street and were dressed in the same costumes as them.

"Santana!" Rachel rushed behind her. "What are you…" She trailed off when she saw what was in front of her.

"Okay, why does everything look like a Clint Eastwood movie?" Santana questioned.

"I…We…I mean…" The diva stumbled, confused by the situation.

"Great!" The tan girl muttered. "For once I need you to speak and you can't even formulate a sentence."

"Is this one of your jokes? Because this is not funny, Santana!" Rachel snapped.

The former cheerleader scoffed. "Yeah, as if I wanted to be stuck with you in this shitty town with all those hillbillies. If it was a joke do you really think they would have had time to replace everything from the 2000's with this in less than five minutes? I knew you could be naïve but I never thought you were stupid."

"Don't be rude!" The brunette chastised.

"Shut up! I'm gonna try to call Q, do something useful for a change!" Santana grabbed her phone but quickly saw she had no service. "Fucking great…"

Rachel took a look around and saw a newspaper on a chair across the street. Without thinking she marched toward it, oblivious to the horse galloping in her direction. She froze when she realised it was going to knock her down but at the last minute, she felt a hand grab her arm, pulling her to the side. She lost her balance and came crashing against Santana's body. The diva let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, keeping her hold on the Latina as her legs kept shaking. "Thank you, Santana."

The former cheerleader pushed her away forcefully. "Don't get used to it. And look where you're going, it's not like you're far from the ground with your height!"

Rachel ignored the girl's comment and carefully crossed the road. She grabbed the newspaper and saw the date May 6th, 1880...