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Another Life

I can’t promise this story will go far, although I hope that it does. I’m working on a new Dantana fic and so far I have the prologue and part of chapter one written! This story is going to be full of angst like my usual stories are lol

Prologue

“3 months.” Dani sighed laying her head on Santana’s lap, wincing in pain while trying to get comfortable. Her legs were dangling off the side of Santana’s bed but that wasn’t the worst of her discomfort right now.

“3 months.” Santana sighed sympathetically, running her fingers through her girlfriend’s hair. She was sitting up right in her bed, back against the headboard. “3 more months baby and you’ll be 18.. and out. You’ll never have to worry about any of this ever again.”

Santana was trying her hardest to hold in her sniffles and tears because she knew how Dani got when Santana cried about her situation. Dani would internalize it, blame herself and then Dani would end up comforting Santana when it should be the other way around. The last three months before Dani turned 18 couldn’t come fast enough. Two years of watching her girlfriend be bounced around between foster homes and group homes was the hardest thing she had ever had to go through. It was a selfish thought because Dani was the one actually going through it while she lived with parents who loved her in the same bed and house she slept in since she was born. It wasn’t easy just having to stand back and watch as her girlfriend came to school with new bruises and stories each day. No matter how much Maribel called CPS, it either resulted in absolutely nothing or Dani being moved to a new home where she suffered the same as she always did.

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Santana, now 23 was standing against the counter at the Spot Light Diner. She was working the graveyard shift and counting down the hours until her shift was over. It had been raining all night and since the diner had been mostly empty all night she caught herself staring out the window more often then not, watching people running from wherever they came from to wherever they were going. Santana hated working overnights, the diner being empty for the majority of her shift meant that her mind had to much time to wander and being left alone with her own thoughts was never a good thing. Sometimes she had her shift partner to keep her company which helped, but a new girl was working tonight and they had barley spoke. Santana speculated that Rachel had talked to her first and this new girl was scared of her or something which Santana didn’t mind. She kept up that image for a reason, getting close to people rarely led to anything good.

“Pull yourself together.” Santana whispered to herself, shaking her head as if that would help her thoughts disappear.

It had been 5 years to the day since that conversation with Dani. She had no idea that that was one of the the last conversations that they would ever have. It was a typical day, the two had hung out after school like they normally did. Santana dropped Dani off at her foster parents house at 8:30 that night with plans to meet at their lockers the next morning like usual. Dani didn’t show up though that morning, or at all that day. She didn’t show up the day after that, or the week after, she wasn’t there for glee practice, Nationals, prom or graduation.

Dani had fallen off the face of the earth and five years later Santana’s memories still haunted her. She often laid awake wondering what she could have done differently, what she could have done to rescue the girl she loved from the hell she was born into. She hoped that in 3 months Dani would make it to her 23rd birthday if she was even… “no don’t go there.” Santana pursed her lips, sniffling back tears that were threatening to fall.

The what if’s killed her. Santana hoped the girl.. now woman.. was alive and doing well. It was hard to think that she might not be though and either way Santana had no idea and would probably never know.