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sheriff! finn hudson, who only became sheriff because the badge had been in his family for generations and he couldn't bring himself to let the tradition end.

farmer's daughter! rachel berry, who firmly believes fate needs a little encouragement every now and then

sheriff! finn hudson, who does his best to keep the town safe, even if everything seems to fall apart the moment he thinks he's finally caught up.

farmer's daughter! rachel berry, who just happens to "accidentally" leave every gate on the farm open so the animals wander straight into town, knowing the sheriff will be the first person called to help

sheriff! finn hudson, who's completely oblivious to rachel's doings and it's just convinced she simply has an unbelievable talent for attracting trouble wherever she goes.

farmer's daughter! rachel berry, who always finds a reason to stop by the sheriff's office, whether it's bringing him fresh pie, dropping off lunch, delivering eggs from the farm, or offering specific clues about whatever minor crime happened that week.

sheriff! finn hudson, who starts looking forward to rachel's visits without realizing it, eventually feeling down whenever she doesn't stop by.

farmer's daughter! rachel berry, who isn't particularly popular around town because she's a little dramatic, a little intense, and has been talking about marrying the sheriff for years.

sheriff! finn hudson, who constantly feels like he isn't doing a good job protecting the town and always carries far too much pressure on his shoulders, to the point that he sometimes forgets to take care of himself.

farmer's daughter rachel berry, who never fails to reassure and encourage Finn after difficult days, always insisting that he's a better sheriff than he gives himself credit for.

sheriff! finn hudson, who eventually realizes he's memorized the path to the berry farm without ever consciously deciding to and starts to question what he is feeling.

farmer's daughter! rachel berry, who begins to notice the subtle change in sheriff! finn hudson when he starts defending her from the town's gossip and coming to her willingly.

sheriff! finn hudson, who gets scammed by two mysterious women passing through town after asking them for a tarot reading to figure out why he suddenly can't stop thinking about farmer's daughter! rachel berry

farmer's daughter! rachel berry, who has already started to plan their wedding before finn even realizes he is in love.

western bandit! santana lopez, who doesn't care about strangers until she sees the people grabbing brittany and suddenly she's throwing punches before she can stop herself.

fortune teller! brittany pierce, who thanks her mysterious rescuer with a free tarot reading as payment

western bandit! santana lopez and fortune teller! brittany pierce, who are forced to leave town together after bounty hunters finally catch up to santana and an angry crowd realizes brittany's miracle medicine was just water and herbs

western bandit! santana lopez and fortune teller! brittany pierce, who make the open road their home and pull of very elaborated scams to every town they go ( sheriff! finn hudson being a victim )

western bandit! santana lopez and fortune teller! brittany pierce, who always leave town just before people realize they've been scammed

western bandit! santana lopez and fortune teller! brittany pierce, whose only rule is that no matter what happens neither of them gets left behind.

This town wasn't supposed to be any different. Or at least, that had been Santana's plan.

As she guided her horse toward the town square, the peaceful afternoon was interrupted by angry voices echoing between the buildings. A crowd had gathered around the fountain, shouting over one another. Curious despite herself, Santana slowed her horse.

At the center of it all stood the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen.

She looked completely out of place. She was covered in flowing skirts adorned with silver jewelry that glimmered beneath the afternoon sun. A deck of tarot cards lay scattered across the dirt at her feet, surrounded by broken glass bottles that smelled faintly of herbs and lavender. Two men had her by the arms while another waved an empty vial in her face.

"You said this potion would bring my wife back!" one of the men shouted.

"It was supposed to attract true love," the blonde corrected with surprising calm. "If your wife left you, maybe she wasn't your true love."

That only seemed to make the crowd angrier. A snort escaped Santana before she could stop herself.

"She robbed us!"

"She took my money!"

"She's a fraud!"

The accusations came from every direction.

The blonde tilted her head, looking genuinely confused. "I prefer the term fortune teller. And I didn't rob you. You willingly gave me your money."

Another man shoved her hard enough that she stumbled backward against the edge of the fountain.

Santana sighed. She should leave. After all, none of this was her problem, and she already had enough enemies of her own without adding this entire town to the list.

...So why weren't her feet moving?

With another sigh, she slipped off her horse, adjusted the brim of her hat, and muttered under her breath, "This is gonna be a terrible decision."

She pushed through the crowd until she stood a few feet away from the men holding the blonde.

"Four of you against one?" Santana called lazily. "That's kind of pathetic."

The square fell silent.

One of the men narrowed his eyes. "Mind your own business."

"I was trying to." Santana shrugged. "Then you all started making such a damn scene."

"This witch stole from us," the man snapped.

The blonde frowned. "I didn't steal," she corrected. "Again, you willingly gave me your money."

Santana bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. God, that woman was insane.

"I don't really care about whatever she did," Santana said. "All I see is four men taking advantage of a pretty girl, and I won't let that happen."

The largest of the men stepped forward. "You looking for trouble, cowgirl?"

A dangerous grin spread across Santana's face.

"Mmmh... I usually let trouble find me."

That was the moth to the flame.

The man swung first.

Big mistake.

Santana caught his wrist, twisted it sharply, and drove her elbow into his ribs. He doubled over with a grunt before she shoved him into one of his friends, sending both crashing into the fountain.

Someone behind her lunged.

Without looking, Santana ducked and drove the heel of her boot backward into his knee. He yelped, collapsing into the dirt.

A bottle came flying toward her.

She tipped her head just enough for it to sail past her ear before shattering against the stone fountain.

"Seriously?" Santana scoffed. "You throw worse than my grandma."

Chaos took over the square. Fists flew, people screamed, and Santana could see her own horse growing anxious.

She ducked beneath another punch and landed one of her own, sending another man stumbling straight into the fountain.

"Oh my God!" the blonde gasped dramatically. "That was incredible!."

Santana glanced over her shoulder.

"You planning on helping?"

"Honestly? No." The blonde began gathering her things from the ground. "You seem to carry yourself very well. And I thought you looked like you were having fun."

Santana rolled her eyes just in time to catch another attacker by the collar and throw him headfirst into a water trough.

When the last man finally stumbled away clutching his bruised jaw, the square fell quiet.

The angry men, now soaked, battered, and considerably less confident, slowly backed away.

"This isn't over!" one of them shouted.

"It usually isn't," Santana replied.

Only once the crowd had dispersed did she turn toward the strange fortune teller.

The blonde was still kneeling in the dirt, carefully collecting her tarot cards as though nothing had happened around her.

She smiled brightly when she looked up.

"Hi."

Santana stared.

"...Hi?"

"That was really nice of you. I'm Brittany."

"I'm Santana. And believe me, it was nothing."

"No, no. Really, thank you. I think I owe you something," Brittany said.

Santana dusted off her jacket. "You don't owe me anything."

"I do." Brittany stood, gently brushing the dirt from her skirts before holding up her deck of cards with a smile. "Do you have a place to spend the night?"

Santana hesitated.

"...No."

"Perfect!" Brittany beamed. "Then you can stay with me."

Santana blinked.

"...You invite strangers home often?"

"Only the ones who punch six men for me."

"So... not very often?"

"Yeah, not very often." Brittany finished gathering her things and started walking in what Santana assumed was the direction of her house. She glanced back over her shoulder. "Well? Are you coming?"

Santana didn't know what the hell was wrong with her.

Normally, she'd get back on her horse, ride until sunrise, and never think about this town again. But there was something about this girl—about the way those impossibly sweet eyes looked at her—that made her actually consider the offer.

Fuck it.

She'd spent most of her life alone. One night of company couldn't hurt.

...Right?

"Yeah, I'm coming. Just let me grab my things, and we can use my horse."

She walked over to her horse, gathered her saddlebag, and held out a hand to Brittany.

Brittany took it without hesitation, smiling as though she'd known Santana for years.

"I knew you'd say yes," she said brightly. "And after dinner... how about a tarot reading?”

a/n: as i said before i hope this doesnt suck , i only could think of a story until that point but if anyone has more ideas for adventures with this two i'll gladly take requests or if i come up with more thing maybe i'll write more.