Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

A/N: Here's the last chapter. I hope you liked this story.

Like I said in one of my previous chapters, I'm not sure I can write Pezberry anymore, at least for now. Some changes in my life make it hard for me to write but these two ladies will always have a special place in my heart. Hopefully, my muse will find a way back to me soon… Thank you for the support.

Chapter 19: For them, for us

It was after dawn when Rachel and Santana decided to come out of their hiding place. They had find refuge on top of the water tower at the end of the street, watching people leave town one after the other as they gave up on the idea of saving what was left of their buildings.

"I think we're safe." Rachel stated as she scanned the empty street, seeing the smoke and dying flames coming from the buildings.

"Yeah, I'm not saying that until we're back to our time but at least we survived the fire…" She started walking toward the saloon, quickly followed by Rachel who grabbed her hand. It wasn't unpleasant at all.

The diva frowned. "The fire… Why are we still here if we survived?"

The Latina shrugged and stopped in front of the saloon. "I don't know. Maybe it's not over yet…"

"You're right about that, Mexican." They heard behind them.

Rachel and Santana turned around and came face to face with Cole who had a gun in his hand. "Oh for fuck's sake…" Santana exclaimed. "What do you want?"

Cole aimed at Santana, rage written all over his face. "I can't seem to get rid of you." He growled between gritted teeth. "You were supposed to die and Michelle was supposed to be mine but here you are, hand in hand, right in front of me, taunting me with your love."

"Cole, please." The brunette's voice trembled with fear. "Didn't people suffer enough tonight? The town is a pile of smoldering ashes, people lost everything and…"

"And what about my suffering?" The man roared, still aiming at Santana.

Rachel put her hands up in surrender and tried to approach him, despite the Latina signalling her not to. "I am sorry you're hurting, Cole, I really am. But love is not something you can force, as much you want it. You can't destroy everything because you can't have me…"

"But you are mine Michelle! Not his. Mine." Cole screamed, slowly pulling the hammer of his revolver. "I can't bear the idea of not having you. And if I can't have you, no one will." It was the last thing the man said before pulling the trigger. Santana had enough time to push Rachel out of the way before getting hit right in the chest.

"Santana!" Rachel screamed as the girl fell on the ground. She rushed to her side, completely ignoring Cole aiming at her. She kneeled down and called Santana's name a few times but the girl didn't answer. She rested her head on the girl's stomach and started sobbing. "You can't leave me, please don't leave me, I need you…"

"Michelle, leave him to die!" The crazy man ordered. "You're mine!"

Rachel stood up with fury in her eyes. "I'm not a thing, I'm a person and I can't be owned and certainly not by you!" She roared, tears streaming down her face. "Even if you were the last man on earth, I wouldn't want to be with you Cole and you just shot the only person I could see myself with." She moved closer to him and stopped when the barrel of the gun touched her chest. "We failed. I couldn't save her, it's over. We'll never go back to our time so might as well kill me because I refuse to live this kind of life, especially when people like you get to live."

"Rach…" Santana called weakly.

The diva quickly turned around, looking wide eyed at Santana's body on the ground. She kneeled down next to her and held her tightly in her arms as she cried. It was now that she realised it was more than a crush she had on the girl. "You can't die okay, because I think I… I'm falling in love with you, and… it's not okay to leave me now, because I want to do a lot of things with you and I…"

"Jeez Berry," The Latina coughed. "Don't be so dramatic, I saved your life, don't make me regret it."

"But how? How are you still alive?" The brunette looked at the girl's body, noticing the hole in the clothes but the lack of blood.

"My phone stopped the bullet." The tan girl explained, slowly grabbing the device. They could see the bullet stuck inside the phone. "Gonna have to buy a new one now, papi's gonna be pissed."

"Oh thank god…" The petite girl sighed in relief. She glanced at Cole who seemed frozen to the spot.

Santana coughed again as her ribs hurt. "I think I figured out why…"

Rachel looked at her confused. "Figured out what, sweetie?"

"Why we were cast in these roles…"

"Why?" The petite girl brushed some of Santana's hair to the side.

The raven-haired girl swallowed loudly. "Because of love…"

"Love?" The diva questioned surprised. She was starting to wonder if the girl had a concussion at this point or maybe she was the one with brain damage because she was sure she had heard Santana say something about love.

"Yes, maybe we were supposed to be together all along and have our happy ending too. We just needed a little help to figure it out." The taller girl hissed in pain. "God I've spent too much time with you, I'm starting to sound cheesy." She sighed. "It's gross, please say something annoying."

Rachel laughed tearfully before smiling. "Too late, I heard everything."

"Okay, help me stand; we still have this douche bag to take care of." Santana painfully stood up before looking at Cole. "You can't kill us, we survived the fire, and I survived this. Just give up, dude."

Cole looked at her as if he had just seen a ghost. "But how? It's impossible, you should be dead."

"Love always finds a way." The brunette declared.

"What?"

"Forget it. You don't know what love is, you wouldn't understand." Rachel said tiredly. "Please Cole, this is over, just leave now."

"But, I don't understand." Cole stared dumbfounded at them.

Santana rolled her eyes, quickly grabbing her gun and aiming at him. "Here's something simple dumbass, if you don't want me to kill you, just leave and never come back again. Clear enough?"

"This is nonsense. Michelle, this is not a life. What are you going to do? Leave with him and start a family? Be serious, no one will accept it." The man declared angrily. "If you come with me, I promise I'll treat you right, I can change for you."

The Jewish girl scoffed. "And you expect me to believe you? You're not the one I want to be with."

"But Michelle…" Cole begged.

"You really need to learn the meaning of no." Rachel grabbed John's gun she had kept strapped on her belt behind her back. "And since you only understand threats." She aimed at him just like Santana had taught her to. "For the last time, just go away." She wasn't planning on using the weapon at all, she was just trying to be intimidating.

Santana looked at her, half worried half impressed. "You heard the little lady, now beat it."

The man seemed to hesitate, pondering his choice which annoyed the Latina. "Dios mio, you're dense." Without warning, she aimed next to his foot and shot, surprising him. "Next time I won't miss, leave!"

"I'm leaving but be aware the others won't stop chasing you." Cole glared at the Latina before sadly looking at Michelle.

"We'll be far away by then." The diva answered. Once he was gone, she turned toward Santana. "We did it, we survived!" She smiled.

The Latina chuckled. "Yes we did."

"What happens now?" The brunette asked. "Are we supposed to read another quote?"

"For the quote I don't know, but right now, there's one thing I want to do." Santana stated.

"Wha…" Rachel didn't get the time to finish when she felt Santana's soft lips on hers. She smiled before kissing her back, more exploring and passionate than the first time.

It was in that moment that the ground started to shake. They closed their eyes and held each other as everything became blurry and swirled around them. When they opened their eyes again, they were in the corner of the saloon again, but this time it looked different.

"Why the hell are you hugging Berry?" Quinn's voice snapped them out of their daze.

"Where were you, we've been looking for you for the past hour?" Kurt asked.

"Oh my god, we're back!" Rachel exclaimed happily, clapping her hands. "And people can see us as we really are."

Santana stepped away, not making eye contact with Rachel. "We're back." She ran her hand through her hair before sighing in relief. She wasn't a dude anymore and she was back to 'civilisation', in her regular clothes, it felt so good.

"What happened here?" Kurt questioned suspiciously.

The Latina looked at Quinn and Kurt before saying. "None of your business right now."

When Rachel heard the Latina's comment, her heart sank. She sighed as she braced herself for an insult, expecting Santana to keep up with the appearances but it never came. Instead, Santana genuinely smiled at her and held out her hand for her to take.

Santana kissed the diva's forehead, ignoring the shocked faces of their friends and started walking toward the exit. She stopped when Rachel tugged on her hand. She looked at her before looking at the picture the brunette was staring at. It was a picture of Michelle and Santiago.

"The quote beneath it has changed." The diva noticed. "It says the couple survived and left the town soon after."

The Latina smiled. "So mission accomplished? We give these two rebels a happy end."

"It looks like it. It wasn't an easy task but no matter who or what sent us there, I'm thankful for the experience. I learned a lot and more importantly, I met the real you." The petite girl smiled brightly.

The tan girl rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Ditto." She tried to ignore the whispers of their friends behind them and looked at the wall where she saw a picture of Mary. She read the quote underneath and was happy to see the girl had done well. She had moved to a bigger town and discovered the cure for a disease.

"Look, a picture of Dorothy." The brunette said. "It says she wrote a few books and become pretty famous afterwards."

They stared at the pictures of the people they had grown fond of over the past couple months without letting go of each other's hand.

"Guys, I have no idea what you're talking about and frankly I feel like I'm in the twilight zone right now but…" Kurt said almost scared to interrupt. "We have to go, Mr Schue is waiting for us."

"We're gonna wait outside," Quinn stated. "But don't think you're off the hook, I want to know where you were."

"Whatever, gossip girls, we'll be there soon."

The blonde raised her eyebrow. "We?"

"For god's sake, go!" The raven-haired growled.

Rachel waited for them to be alone before asking. "So… It's not the end of us?" She was scared but hopeful.

"Oh no, it seems like the beginning of forever." Santana replied before kissing the diva again.

Rachel smiled, now she was sure about the reason why Santana and her were chosen to give this couple a happy ending, because they were soulmates too…