Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

A/n: thanks Joanorbis for the help =) Still co-written with Sha22

Chapter 3: a Clint Eastwood movie

"What?" Santana said from behind her. "Give me that!" She took the newspaper from Rachel's hands. "No freaking way, what the …"

"Santiago, what are you doing here with the Bercoran lady? Did your father send you?" A voice interrupted them from behind.

Both girl turned around and looked at the small brown-haired man in front of them. The Latina cleared her throat. "Excuse me?"

"I'm not sure Mr Cruz would be happy to hear his son is wasting his time in town instead of taking care of the Ranch." The man stated judgingly. "Ms Bercoran, I just went to your mother's shop, she is looking for you."

Santana opened her mouth to reply but Rachel cut her off. "Of course mister, I am going right away." The man nodded his goodbye and walked toward his horse.

"Who the fuck is he? Why did he call me Santiago? Ms Bercoran? Since when do you have a mom?" The former cheerleader fired questions without waiting for an answer.

"I don't know, Santana, we are in the same boat here. I have to admit that for once in my life I have no idea what's going on."

The Latina sighed. "So what do we do?"

The diva raised her eyebrow. "So now there is a 'we'?"

The tan girl shrugged. "Well compared to all these people, you almost seem normal and that says something."

"Are you incapable of saying nice things to people?" The petite girl asked tiredly.

"If you have a problem you can leave." Santana scowled.

"Oh really? And where should I go, Santana?" Rachel snapped. "If I'm not mistaken we've ended up in 1880 for no good reason after reading a simple inscription on a wall."

The raven-haired girl crossed her arms. "An inscription you started reading out loud!"

"And you finished it!" The Jewish girl cried.

The Latina scoffed. "Whatever. Just… Shut up and do something."

"Why me?" The brunette crossed her arms too and glared.

"Because this is your fault!" The taller girl growled. "And besides, aren't you the one with perfect grades in History? You should know how things work in the 1800's!"

"I sat next to you a few times in classes, Santana, I know you have good grades too." The diva pointed out.

"That's so not the point!" Santana yelled. "God, you're so…" She stopped talking when she saw some people staring at them. She grabbed Rachel's forearm and dragged her into the nearest alley.

"Santana, let me go in this instant!" Rachel spat as she tried to pull her arm out of Santana's grip.

"People are staring at us." Santana let go of the diva's arm. "We have to be careful and start thinking about what we should do."

"Well we should…" The petite girl started but stopped abruptly, looking wide eyed in front of her.

The Latina looked at her expectantly but when Rachel showed no sign of talking again, she followed her gaze. To say what she saw in the reflection of the shop window was a surprise would be an understatement. Her reflected image wasn't the one of a girl with beautiful curves and raven hair but the one of a handsome man with short dark hair and a small scar on his right eyebrow. His eyes were the same as hers. "What…"

"I… We…Why are we…" The brunette stuttered, still shocked.

The sound of Rachel's voice pushed Santana to look at the girl's reflection. She saw a girl short like Rachel but she had dark blonde hair tied up in a braid and hazel eyes. What caught the former cheerleader attention was her nose, it was exactly the same.

Rachel finally broke out of her torpor and cleared her throat. "How can we have different reflections if we see each other as who we are?"

"I… I don't know…" The tan girl paused to look at herself in the shop window. "God, I'm a dude! This is so fucked up!"

"That is why this man called you Santiago earlier!" Rachel exclaimed as realisation hit her.

"I'm a dude…" The raven-haired girl mumbled. "Why am I a dude?"

The diva rolled her eyes. "Can you say something else?"

The Latina frowned. "Easy for you to say, you look like a character from the freaking little house on the prairie!"

The petite girl smiled sympathetically. "You should look at the bright side, you know, men are treated way better than women here."

"And how is that any different from the 21st century?"

The brunette nodded. "Good point… But I think this little debate on the evolution of feminism can wait until we are back in the right era, don't you agree?"

"Whatever, Midget, don't act like we're friends…" Santana looked once again at her reflection. "Why are we the only ones unable to see…" She pointed at the window. "That."

"I honestly don't know…" The Jewish girl admitted. "But we need to find out soon if we want to go back in 2011."

"For once I agree with you."

"So nice of you…" Rachel replied sarcastically. "What do we know so far?"

"Humm…" The raven-haired girl paused to think. "My name or the dude's name, I don't know how to say it, is Santiago. The gnome said…" The singer looked at her with a pointed look but the former cheerleader carried on. "The gnome said I was the daughter, well no, the son… god it's complicated… The son of Mr Cruz so I guess that's my last name…"

The diva crinkled her nose. "Right, I am going to ignore your blatant discrimination about people of short size and move on."

The tan girl smirked. "He's shorter than you. I never thought it was possible. You should create a club."

"I'll have you know that you are not much taller than me, Santana. That being said, let's focus on our situation. We also know you live on a ranch. If we heard correctly my last name is Bercoran and I have a mom who owns a shop. I guess the best plan of action right now is to find my mom's shop, well, I mean Mrs Bercoran's shop…" The brunette sighed, massaging her temples. "You are right, this is really confusing…"

"Why are we looking for information on you first?" The Latina frowned, clearly unhappy.

"Do you know where the ranch is?" The petite girl questioned simply.

"No, but…"

"That's what I thought" Rachel cut her off quickly. "This town is small; it won't be hard to find the shop."

Santana growled. "I want to hurt you so bad right now, dwarf!"

"I suggest you refrain yourself to do such a thing, Santana. You asked me to do something, this is me doing something." Rachel stated. "And I don't like it either but we can't trust anyone but each other at the moment."

"You are so not helping…"

They walked around for a few minutes until they spotted Mrs Bercoran's shop. Santana tried to convince Rachel to scope out the shop before going in but the diva refused, stating it was a good for her acting skills to do an improvisation exercise.

Once Rachel stepped inside, she was greeted by a small woman, who according to the Latina looked like Jodie Foster in her young age.

"Michelle! Finally, I was waiting for you. You need…" The woman stopped when she saw Santana behind her daughter. "Oh Mr Cruz, I didn't see you there. Did you come for your father's order?"

"I, hum…" Santana knew she was an expert in lies but it seemed that being called Mister was too disturbing to her to stay focused. Thankfully, Rachel jumped in the conversation.

"Yes. I saw Santa… Santiago." The diva quickly corrected herself. "…Outside and offered to help him with his order." With her acting skills, it wasn't a problem to improvise but it was weird to call Santana by a boy's name because she didn't look like a boy at all.

The Latina stood there in the middle of the shop while Rachel went behind the counter. The diva's confidence seemed to stop as she looked helplessly around to find what she needed.

"What are you doing?" Abigail Bercoran asked. "Mr Cruz's order is in the back. Hurry up, I'm sure Santiago has other things to do."

The brunette nodded and made her way in the back. Thankfully, she rapidly found the box with the name written on it and hurried back into the store. She'd have time to check the place later. She gave the box to Santana and was about to leave the shop to help the Latina find the ranch but her 'mother' stopped her.

"Michelle, where are you going? You've already been gone for a couple hours without telling me, I need your help here." Mrs Bercoran said annoyed.

"I, hum, I'll be right back." The petite girl pushed Santana toward the door, so they could talk without being heard.

Once outside, the tan girl glared at the diva. "You are not leaving me alone, Berry! I have no idea where I'm supposed to go and you said you'd help me after finding the shop!"

"Lower your voice." Rachel demanded. "I know and I am sorry but I don't really have choice right now. We are supposed to act normal, even if we have no idea of what's going on and to whom the bodies we are in belong. You need to find your ranch and get as much information as you can."

"And then what? How are we supposed to contact each other, it's not like our cell phones are working." The taller girl pointed out.

The diva sighed wearily and thought about their possibilities. "Stay there, I'll say I forgot to give you a part of your order and I need to deliver it to you."

"You don't know where it is either!" The Latina snapped. "And what if Jodie Foster doesn't let you?"

The brunette rolled her eyes. "Well if it's not today, I'll try again tomorrow."

"What?" Santana's eyes went wide. "Tomorrow?"

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you're scared and don't want to be away from me." The Jewish girl tried to fight her smile. She had never seen the girl scared before.

The raven-haired girl scoffed. "Whatever, if something happens to me, I'll come back and hunt you down."

"Santana, I'm confused and scared too but…"

"I'm not scared!" The taller girl exclaimed.

"If you say so… But if we don't want to be in trouble, we have to lay low, at least until we know more about this… Take it as an acting exercise." Rachel added.

"Are you enjoying this?" The Latina frowned. "Because I'd expect you to freak out and not play Laura Ingalls."

"As if I would give you the satisfaction to see me cry so you can mock me even more later." The petite girl retorted.

Santana was about to answer when they heard Abigail shout. "Michelle!"

"I have to go." The diva said apologetically.

"So you'll join me tonight?" The tan girl inquired. It was like Rachel was her favourite person in the world but like it or not, they were on the same boat right now and she didn't really want to be alone and stuck with all the hillbillies from the old west.

"Yes, I'll do my best." The brunette assured. "And Santana?"

Santana warily glanced around her, already trying to figure out what to do next before looking at Rachel "Yeah?"

"Please be careful. This is not McKinley or 2011, things can go downhill quickly." Rachel warned her.

"No shit!" The Latina started to walk away when the diva called her again. She turned around, ready to ask what she wanted when felt the girl's body crashed against hers, hugging her tightly.

"Please, whatever happen, don't leave this place without me." The petite girl whispered.

Santana scoffed as she quickly broke the embrace. "If that were an option I would be out of here in a heartbeat. And don't ever do that again. We're still not friends."

Rachel glanced at her sadly before turning around and walking toward the shop.

Before the brunette could step inside, the Latina called her name. "Berry?" The diva turned back and looked at her. "I won't leave you. Be careful."

"Thanks. Good luck!" The diva smiled before going back to the shop.

Once alone, Santana glanced around her, wondering where to go from now. She sighed. 'Fuck my life, is this a nightmare? Or worse, Hell, payback for all the bad things I did. But why would Rachel be with me? She's always there, smiling and singing and talking about rainbows and shit. Urgh… What am I supposed to do now? And all this happened because of a quote? For real? I knew this weekend would be a disaster…. And now Rachel is playing the perfect daughter and I'm on my own. 'Let's start with the shop, Santana. we don't know where the ranch is, Santana. I'll help you find it after, Santana.' Ppsstt, you clearly won't help me do shit dwarf!' She sighed again before setting off walking.

"Santiago, why are you leaving without your horse, is he sick?" A cowboy asked.

The Latina blinked, looking at him before looking at the horse the man pointed out to her. "Hum… No. I just wanted to check something…" She didn't really know how she was supposed to act or talk around these people so she was trying to keep it to a minimum.

The man nodded. "Alright. I need to see your father, do you know if he's at the ranch?"

"I don't know." The tan girl just wanted to go there, or well, not that she wanted to but she needed to go there to find more clues about what the hell was happening.

"Mind if I join you for the ride?"

The raven-haired girl sighed in relief, she wouldn't have to go around aimlessly to find the place, all she'd have to do was to follow the man. "No." She approached her horse, thankful Brittany insisted they do horse riding while they were together, it meant she wouldn't look too out of place, at least, for that. She mounted her horse and nodded at the man, following him as they rode toward the ranch.

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A/N 2: Someone brought to my attention that I needed to clarify a few things for this chapter so here it is. This is not a g!p story at all, but more like a body switch to right a wrong. For the 90's kids like me, it's kind of like 'Quantum Leap'. People see them as a certain way but their body is the same.