A/N: Hey all, Welcome to the sequel to Beneath The Surface. The format is going to be slightly different. Where as BBTS was from Quinn POV, this is from many peoples POV. There is too much going on for on person to tell this story. Each chapter will be labelled with who it is so there shouldn't be any confusion. I hope! Anyway, I'll stop rambling on. Let me know what you think. Reviews are like cookies, not essential to life (to some) but make things a heck of a lot better. Reviews are love!

Disclaimer: I own nothing Glee. Sadly.

Bile rose and hit the back of my throat as I was pulled into the other world. I swallowed it down but the feeling left me pissed and snarky; whoever was responsible for this would pay. I emerged in a brilliant white room full of tall columns and incandescent lights cleverly hidden. I squinted against the dazzling silver until my eyes adjusted then took the time to look around. Beautiful, floral mouldings wound up the pillars then encroached into the vaulted ceiling. The marble vines wove between vivid murals depicting impressive battle scenes that covered almost the entire space.

"Why do they always look up there first?" I jumped at the soft crackle from behind me. I turned to see three ancient Schians. I guessed from Quinn's description that these were the Elders. "You would guess right, child." It was the Elder on the left that had addressed me, her intense jade orbs twinkling with mirth. Her scales were a faded pink, though I thought it was only noticeable while she was standing next to the pure white Schian sitting in the middle. I narrowed my eyes as I realised they could read my mind.

'Rude much?'

The Schian on the right crossed his arms over his muscular chest and snorted softly. "Insolent child." I locked my jaw to the left and took a step forward.

"Insolent? You sucked me here without warning; thanks for the nausea by the way, interrupt me while I'm getting my bearings; harder than you think when you're trying not to up-chuck and then read my mind without my permission. Can you say massive invasion of privacy?" I cocked my eyebrow in defiance and waited for their rebuttal.

"Quinn was right. You do have fire." I gazed levelly at the middle Elder, working out that he was my best friend's father, as he chuckled lowly; his voice like gravel. "I apologise for the nausea, it lessens if you don't fight it. Though, I think you rather like fighting things you don't have control over." His gentle smile eased the otherwise sardonic words and I scoffed lightly.

"Sure. So why am I here again? I gots important stuff to be getting on with," I snapped, my gaze washing over the walls in boredom. Unbidden an image of Brittany flashed in my mind and I grimaced knowing they would've seen it.

"Is there something in the water in Lima? Two Schians falling for humans," the elder on the right mumbled. The distain in his voice was evident and I realised it echoed my own tone when I spoke of humans.

"Technically Rachel isn't human, Arthuur," the female chided softly. Arthuur shot her a glare then turned his attention back to me.

"What do you propose to do with this girl?" He asked with a careful sniff. I felt my hackles rise and my skin itch.

"Nothing that is of any concern to you," I answered venomously. The crystal white elder stood from his chair and placed his hands on a balustrade I hadn't noticed before.

"It is imperative she doesn't know of our existence." My scrutiny dropped to the floor and I suddenly found the perfect marble tiles fascinating. I heard his raspy laugh drift across the expanse between us and my stomach dropped. "But you already know that, don't you Santana?" I nodded shallowly.

"But-"

"No but's child." I frowned, hating the fact that I was interrupted. It was unfair that Quinn had her perfect love and I could never have that. I was happy for my friend but ultimately I was lonely. Brittany was the only one that could ease that ache and soothe my worries. I knew she would understand my secret and wouldn't tell the world, but I was unsure whether she would still love me. My heart burned at the mere thought of being without her. "We should get down to business." I took a deep breath and tried to clear my mind.

"Fine," I ground out tersely.

"Quinn discussed her idea with you before she left?" I bobbed my head but kept my gaze on the area just in front of them, unwilling to look them in the eye. "Then you know what you must do."

"I need your help." I sat back, listening to my honey haired friend. Her posture was weary and her eyes honest.

"With what?" I asked suspiciously. She barked out a laugh, her gaze roaming my face for a few seconds. She quieted down and took a long drag of water, preparing herself for her speech.

"I think there is a war coming. Leroy spoke of the half breeds claiming what is rightfully theirs. I think he meant our world. They invaded it before, I saw it. They managed to create a portal to shift into our world, and then when the tide turned against them they left. I think before they went they cast a spell on the earth. It happened then." I nodded along with her as she added a few more details to the story I already knew. "If he is telling the truth and the half breeds are going to wage another war we need to be ready. That's where you come in. All of you." She looked around the kitchen and I knew she meant my parents. "I need to you go to other Schians and convince them to fight. Not just in the 'States, in Europe and the rest of the world as well. They need to be ready for a fight. There aren't enough Schian's in our realm to defend it anymore. They've all moved to this world and assimilated. Can I count on you San?"

I took a breath and snapped my mouth closed. I understood my task perfectly but the importance of my role overwhelmed me for a second. Not wanting to let on how daunting I found her trust in me I pasted on a smirk.

"No pressure then Quinn."

"My mother and I thought it would be best if I travelled to Europe with Noah Puckerman." All three Schian's bobbed their heads in unison, the effect quite creepy to behold.

"Have you spoken to Mr Puckerman?" The elder on the left asked softly. I shook my head.

"Not yet. He'll agree though. He wouldn't miss a chance to broaden his horizons." I smiled gently. The Elders looked at one another, gazes never wavering and I realised they were talking to each in their minds. I raised an eyebrow at being ignored but for the most part stayed patient knowing I had already pushed them enough in short time I'd been here. All at once they turned to me.

"Alysai will give you the information you need," Alggren stood, clearly the conversation was over, and moved towards one of the back walls. To my surprise, he walked straight through it without batting an eyelid. I cocked my head to the side and stared at it in confusion.

"Come youngling, we have a lot to discuss." The Schian I guessed was Alysai motioned for me to follow her. She led me to the right and stopped in front of the wall. She took my hand gently and I marvelled at how soft her scales were. They felt almost like silk and paper thin but as her grip tightened slightly I got a sense of how tough they were. She tugged my lightly into the solid marble and as I was about to pass through it, I saw it shimmer slightly. The feeling wasn't unlike dipping your hand into a bowl of ice water, though the sensation spread over my body, but before I had a chance to shiver I was on the other side and warm again.

We emerged into another room, very similar to the one we had just left except this had floor to ceiling bookshelves lining three of the four walls. I gasped at the sheer magnitude of it. Alysai smiled softly and led me to table near the back. Though I couldn't see any lights positioned around the room, the space was lit up perfectly. I sat on the granite chair, expecting it to be uncomfortable but I sunk into it as if it was cushioned. I glanced down with a frown and inspected the seat with interest. When I looked back up Alysai was hovering, with small flutters of her board wings, in front of the shelves. She spent a few minutes flitting back and forth between the stacks then set down next to me.

"These are the Head of State you will need to speak to." She spread the files over the table. "You'll need to memorise them, they don't leave this room. We'll provide an official document for you to produce to each of them as proof of your task." I gulped at the mass of paper and began to doubt myself. A heavy weight settled on my chest and I found it hard to draw a stable breath. Hands on my shoulders drew my attention and I looked up to the hypnotising emerald orbs in front of me.

"I can't do this," I whispered hoarsely. The admission hurt more than I would care to admit but my guard had dropped around the ancient Schian without my permission.

"You can Santana. Quinn would not have chosen you if she thought you unable to complete this task. Take the faith she has in you and believe it yourself. You are a very accomplished young woman, more than capable of excelling at whatever you put your mind to. I see it in your heart, youngling." Her tone calmed my heart and I began considering her words carefully. "Brittany would believe in you." My eyes widen dramatically.

"She might. But I'll never know, will I?" She smiled and trailed her soft knuckles over my cheek.

"You know her soul. Trust your instincts." I furrowed my brow and stared deep into her eyes, trying to decipher the meaning behind her cryptic offering. Was she telling me to come clean to a human? Or just advising me to believe myself because Brittany would? Alysia straightened and tapped the table lightly. "We don't have much time, Santana." I nodded and pushed my emotions to the back of mind; knowing I would have to deal with them later, and concentrated on the information in front of me. Four hours later, I knew I was ready.