Pairings: Pezberry is endgame, but there may be mentions of other pairings, including, but not limited to Brittana, Finchel and more.
A/N: So, yea, I'm doing a Glee/Buffy story, although I'm not categorizing it as a crossover. We won't be seeing any Buffyverse characters in this story, so I didn't see the point.
Prologue
Santana Lopez sighed as she walked through the small cemetery on the outskirts of Lima, Ohio. It had been a long day and the night had only just begun. Coach was riding her ass ever since she got her slayer powers. She was expecting the Latina to step up in the Cheerios, be as good a leader as Quinn had been before glee and babygate, but she still insisted she keep her grades up and patrol every night. She hated that her cheerleading coach was her watcher. The woman was already considered insane, but when you add the whole life and death issue, she became fucking psycho. Santana stretched her arms over her head, trying to work on the kinks in her shoulder, when her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Santi! Santana chuckled at her bubbly blonde friend. Are you coming over tonight? I haven't had any best friend time in a while, even at practice, Coach has you running ragged."
The Latina sighed as she hopped on top of a headstone, twirling her stake around in he other hand. "I know Britts, I know. With Quinn still refusing to rejoing the Cheerios, she wants me to step up as leader."
"That makes sense. Are you coming over?"
Santana laughed and checked her watch. Coach would be calling soon, giving her the go-ahead to go home. "I'll try to B, I promise."
"Text me either way?"
"Of course." The slayer tensed as she heard a twig break behind her. "Look, Britt, I have to get going, but I'll text you, okay?" The Latina barely waited to hear Brittany's good-bye before she ended the call and slid her phone into her jacket pocket, then jumped off the headstone. Taking a deep breath, she slowly turned around and saw the vampire trying to sneak up on her. "You picked the wrong girl to mess with," she said, bringing the vampire's attention to her before she took a running leap.
~*Pezberry*~~*Pezberry*~~*Pezberry*~~*Pezberry*~~*Pezberry*~ ~*Pezberry*~ ~*Pezberry*~~*Pezberry*~~*Pezberry*~~*Pezberry*~~*Pezberry*~ ~*Pezberry*~
Santana looked down at her jeans once she had climbed in through her bedroom window. She groaned. Her pants were covered in vampire dust and there was no way she could knock all of it off. They needed to be put in the wash machine to get any of it off. She quickly stripped out of her clothes, sending a quick text to Brittany, apologizing for not making it over to her house, before hopping into the shower. Once done, she picked her clothes up and stuffed them into the hamper she kept hidden under her bed. Her mom would freak if she ever found these clothes.
The Latina sighed as she put on a pair of sleep shorts and an old shirt Quinn had left back in the heyday of the Unholy Trinity. She threw herself onto her bed. This whole slayer thing was quickly getting old. She hated having to keep thing from everyone other than Sue. She was canceling plans with Brittany and Puck, resorting to some pretty lame excuses. Santana understood she needed to keep it quiet, no one would really believe her and she needed to protect her friends, but she hated lying to them, especially Brittany. Puck would just shrug and flirt with the next girl he came to, but the blonde would pout and look close to tears. Shaking her head, Santana sighed, pulling her blankets up around herself and falling asleep.