As much as I would like to own them, all the characters of Glee belong to Fox - I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended. This is purely for entertainment purposes. All writing is my own. I do not own GLEE, it's plot or it's characters.

Ok, so this is my first full-on Glee fanfic, so I really hope that I do it justice. I already really like writing this story so I really hope you enjoy reading it. I have the next two chapters already written so they'll be posted as well. Lots of Brittana, Faberry and a few other pairings like Klaine, Samcedes, and a little bit of Mike and Tina. Other than that, I really hope you enjoy this vampire Glee fic. I'll try my best to make this story good. So, enjoy... :D

It was monday after work and Santana was ready to go home and sleep. She had a long night ahead of her and she just wanted to go home and collapse on her bed. But, as usual somebody needed her to oversee something. Being the leader wasn't all it was cracked up to be. She had a front as a mechanic where she worked with her right hand woman and best friend Quinn. It was good because nobody suspected a thing. But, by the dark of night they did something completely different. Something very different that involved a lot of ass kicking.

She had just changed into some clean clothes when Quinn came up to her.

"S, Tina says she has something to tell us. The groups meeting at home." The place they called home was an abandoned warehouse down by the docks. It was secluded so no one suspected anything out of the ordinary. It was also where Santana lived with her friends and team. Tina just so happened to be part of that team. Even though she got emotional at the smallest things, the Asian girl knew what she was doing with her tech. If she needed to talk to you, you knew that you had to be there no matter what. Now was no different.

Santana sighed. "Ok Q, let's go."

"Right, come on" The blonde replied, and with that the two started their journey down to the docks.

As soon as they entered the door Santana had to know.

"Q, where's Brittany?"

"Out shopping with Rachel. Their due back in 20 minutes."

"Good, let's get this over with." Santana wanted to get straight down to business. One of the main reasons being that Brittany didn't know what she truly was. She had no idea. On that note, neither did Rachel. Both Quinn and Santana's girlfriends didn't know what they were, and the two tried to protect them from that side of them whenever they could. The rest of the team were just like them as well, but Rachel and Brittany had no idea.

"Yo, T. Let's go" Santana called out, entering the main tech room. Tina was sat with her boyfriend Mike by her side. Also in the room was Artie, Mercedes, Sam, Puck, Kurt, and Blaine.

Knowing not to mess with the boss, Tina got straight down to work. "OK, so Sam got passed some footage last night from one of the warehouses across town-"

"Hold up. Sorry T" She turned to face Sam. "Who did you get this from?"

"Our usual informant, Emma P."

"Ok, carry on Chang"

"Right, so as I was saying, last night Sam gave me this footage to look over. Emma said that there was something strange going on so she passed it along to us in the hopes that we could understand exactly what. The details aren't exactly clear, but we have reason to believe there's something going on that shouldn't be. Anyway, I've been at it all day long and I think I've found something. Artie and Mike helped me a little and we found something that you might find interesting. Here." Tina spun around in her chair and tapped feverishly at the keys on her keyboard. She then looked up at the screen, the other's doing the same. "Ok, so this is the original" She stated.

What looked like two men came onto the screen dressed in all black. The angle of the camera suggested that they didn't know they were being filmed.

"Ok, so what now?" Santana crossed her arms across her chest and asked as the video was paused.

"So now, I just spend all day editing it and voilà." Tina pressed a few keys and the picture instantly transformed. The two men became visible enough so you could recognize their faces.

"It can't be" Quinn gasped from her spot beside Santana.

"No way" Artie said in disbelief.

"Fuck" Santana puffed, letting out a breath of air she didn't know she was holding in. She spun around on her heels and left the room. She didn't need to know anymore, the faces on the screen had already sealed her fate.

"San, wait up!" Quinn called as she ran out of the room trying to catch up with her best friend.

Tina looked up at the screen for what seemed the 100th time that day and shook her head. "Santana's not going to be happy."

"You got that right!" Mercedes spoke up, her voice projecting throughout the small tech room. "She's going to be more than not happy T. She's going to be pissed."

"Let her cool off" Blaine reasoned from his spot next to his boyfriend Kurt.

"It would be wise. You know how she gets when she's angry" Kurt stated as he looked at his friends.

"Damn straight" Puck agreed.

Up on the top-level of the warehouse Quinn was having a hard time keeping up with her friend.

"San, stop!"

"Why?" The latina spat, not even turning around as she headed for her room.

"What are you gonna do? You can at least talk to me. I'm your best friend Santana. You have a team and we need to know that you're at your best"

Santana stopped and turned around. Taking a deep breath, she began to talk. "You saw that screen Quinn. I'm literally dead meat now that their in town. He said he'd be back for me and that just confirms its my time. If that motherfucker has his way, I'll be ash by the end of the week. What do I do, huh Quinn? Run? What about Brittany? How do I leave without her getting suspicious? She doesn't even know what we are for crying out loud! If I go, she'll have no one to look after her. And if I'm ash, she'll die from a broken heart, what do I do Q?" By now a tear had made its way down Santana's cheek. Talking about her fears was one thing, but talking about her fear of Brittany being hurt, it broke her once beating heart. Quinn was one of the only ones Santana would ever open up to like this. That alone was a miracle.

Quinn held her arms out and hugged her best friend. "It's ok San. We'll figure this shit out okay?"

Santana nodded and reluctantly pulled back, sniffling. "We can't tell Brittany, or Rachel"

Quinn let her go. "I know. I'll let the other's know. Come on. Go rest, I think our girlfriend's are back." She laughed and winked.

"Thanks Q" The latina chuckled.

"No problem" Quinn hugged Santana once more and went down to join her girlfriend.

Santana continued down the rafter and finally reached her bedroom. Once an office, was now a relatively comfy room where she slept and sometimes meditated. Sometimes only being on rare occasions when Quinn would use her meditation room. Most of the time the blonde would meditate in her own room, even being helped on a few occasions by her girlfriend Rachel. Luckily Rachel and Brittany just thought that the two friends were very spiritual and didn't ask any questions on the subject. As Santana sat on the edge of her bed, she contemplated going down to her meditation room. She was broken out of her thoughts by someone entering the room.

"Hey San, I-" The blonde stopped mid sentence when she saw her girlfriend looking upset. She put down her bags and an animal carry case and sat down next to Santana on the edge of the bed. "Hey, are you ok?" She asked, rubbing comforting circles on Santana's lower back.

Santana finally came out of her own thoughts. "Oh, hey. Yeah, just thinking about some stuff"

Brittany frowned. "Are you sure?"

Damn Brittany and her people reading skills, Santana thought. "I just had a bad day at the garage that's all"

Luckily Brittany seemed to buy it and just nodded in understanding. "Have you meditated? I know that you do that when you're mad and stuff." The blonde asked, wrapping an arm around Santana's shoulder and brushing a strand of stray hair our of Santana's face with her free hand.

"No."

"Maybe I could help?"

"Really? What did you have in mind?" This wasn't what Santana had in mind, but she was feeling stressed, and she really needed to be close to the only person in the world who could make her feel better. She knew right away that this wasn't going to be like her usual meditation ritual, but she was sure that Brittany would be able to erase all of her stress in her own little way. It was one of those rare occasions where Brittany was allowed to help her clear her spirit.

"Maybe a massage, some candles, that sort of thing-" She stopped mid-sentence when she heard a loud meow come from the pet carrier case.

"Britt..." Santana growled, knowing exactly what was in that case. The fattest, meanest, 'Santana-hating' cat in the world. The latina could smell the said cat a mile away. It was out to get her, she just knew it.

"San, please don't be mad. I wanted him to be around people. He's getting lonely at home and he's started smoking again" Santana rolled her eyes at the cat's 'supposed' actions. Brittany pouted and flashed Santana a pleading look.

"Ok, fine" She relented. She knew she could never resist that look. It made her heart melt with joy and unquestionable love.

"Yay! Thanks San!" Brittany squealed, kissing Santana on the cheek before running over to the carry case. She let the said cat out and it waddled up to the door. Santana knew exactly what was coming, and as if on que, the cat started meowing loudly and scratching at the door with its fat paws. "OK, here you go Mr. T" Brittany picked up the cat, gave him a quick kiss and placed him outside, closing the door behind her. She turned back to Santana who was still sat on the end of the bed.

"I swear that cat has it in for me Britt-Britt"

Brittany sauntered up to her girlfriend, swaying her hips ever so seductively as she walked. "Lord Tubbington love's you San, he always has. He just doesn't like to show it in front of people. A bit like you."

"Enough talking. I wants to gets my mack on" Santana demanded, grabbing hold of Brittany's hips as she stood in between Santana's legs.

"What about your massage?"

"Laters" Brittany giggled, she loved when Santana started talking gangster-like.

"Okay" Was all the blonde said before Santana pulled her down on top of her.

Meanwhile, Quinn was sat on her own bed, actually receiving a massage. Rachel was kneeling up on her knees behind Quinn as her girlfriend sat on the edge of the bed. The brunette was happily working the knots out of the blonde's tensed up shoulder muscles.

"Quinn, are you ok?" She asked.

Quinn kept her eyes closed, reveling in the feeling of Rachel's soft and delicate fingers working methodically over her muscles. "Hmm? Yeah. I'm good. Just a bit distracted is all."

"Care to tell me?"

Quinn sighed. "We had a bad day at the garage. Nothing too big for you to worry about. Just usual shit. Annoying people and things that just didn't want to go right."

"I'm sure it'll be ok" Rachel reassured, kissing Quinn softly on the back of her neck before resuming her massage.

"Thanks Rach" Quinn turned around, kissing Rachel before letting the smaller girl get back to what she was doing before. Quinn gasped as Rachel massaged a sensitive spot on her right shoulder.

"Quinn, are you alright?" Rachel asked, her voice laced with worry.

Quinn knew she couldn't escape this. "Yeah, just a sore spot."

"What happened?" Rachel asked, planting a soft kiss to the bruised area.

The blonde relaxed when she felt her girlfriends lips on the sensitive skin. She took a deep breath before replying. "I caught my shoulder on one of the cars as I was working on it." It was a viable story, and it made sense, but Quinn hated lying to her girlfriend. Though, she knew she had to do it, for Rachel's safety. If that meant hiding her injuries behind careless everyday mistakes, she could live with it, as long as it kept her girlfriend safe. The real reason behind the sensitive skin was a lot different.

The sewer was damp and cold, making it somewhat eerily terrifying. Quinn was breathing heavily as she bashed in another creeper's head with her metal baseball bat. Her fangs glinted in the eery light as she screamed and hit another oncoming creeper, it's ugly and disfigured head colliding with the cold, blood coated metal of the bat that was in her gloved hands. Something suddenly grabbed her from behind and latched onto her, and the only thing that flashed in her mind was the most important thing she had ever loved.

Rachel.

Santana could smell that her best friend was in trouble. "Where's Quinn?" She was met with a 'don't know' from every member of her team. She looked over to where Puck was fighting off a creeper. She looked around as she gasped for breath, even though she didn't need it. Her eyes landed on Blaine who was protecting Kurt who had lost his weapon. She saw Mike standing with Tina and Sam, the asian tech girl furiously tapping away on her iPad.

"Trouty Mouth, cover Kurt! 'Cedes, help Puck! Blaine, come with me!" Everybody instantly did what she said, following their leader's orders. They knew better than to disobey her, or else they'd be ash in a matter of seconds. Blaine kissed his boyfriend sweetly and jumped to her side ready to help. Mercedes looked at Santana and was ready to protest but decided to keep her mouth shut, thinking better of it as she shot an oncoming creeper, instantly turning it into ash at her feet.

Santana and Blaine ran down the cold damp tunnel, searching for her best friend. She had to find her, for Rachel's sake.

"Quinn?" She shouted, her own fangs out in defense just like she knew the rest of her teams were.

"Quinn, where are you?" Blaine called out. Santana knew she could trust Blaine. He was one of her best friends. And when it came to being a team, he would even leave his boyfriend to be at her side. They all had a tight bond, and Blaine trusted Sam enough to look after the love of his life. He knew that they had to find Quinn, and fast. It was literally a matter of life or death and in a matter of minutes the blonde would be ash. It was act now or pay the price.

They turned another corner and saw Quinn screaming with a creeper on her back. "Quinn!" Santana yelled, rushing to her aid. "Blaine, cover me!" Blaine nodded and stood watch as Santana drew her samurai sword out of it's sheath upon her back. "Hold still, Q" She watched as Quinn did as she said and stood still, terrified of the creeper that was about to make her it's next meal. "Eat this hijo de puta!" She screamed as she drove her sword straight into it's mid-section. It whimpered, looking at Santana and then down at it's side where Santana's sword was lodged. "What, don't like silver you little perra pervertida alcantarillado!" It whimpered one more time and cried out loud as it watched itself burn from the inside out. In a matter of seconds the creeper was nothing but ash now mixing in with the dirty sewer water that was encasing their booted feet. Santana rushed to Quinn's side, sheathing her sword once more.

"Thanks S" Quinn said, gasping for air as she recovered from her surprise attack.

"No problem. Rach wouldn't forgive me if I let you become ash, would she? Little diva would kill me. Plus how would I even begin to explain it?"

Quinn laughed, finally standing up. "True, thanks" She hugged the latina and pulled away as she gasped in pain.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, just a bruise. That motherfucker caught me good when he launched himself onto me."

"Santana, Tina wants to talk you." Blaine called, still keeping watch. She nodded at him and pressed her finger to her ear.

"Talk to me T"

"You need to get back here quick, we've caught a break whilst these so-called creeper things are regrouping. We don't have a big time window S, I'm tracking their movements now."

"Ok, I'll see you in a minute. Let everybody know Quinn's safe, and let Kurt know his boyfriend is safe, or else he'll be worrying senseless." Santana smiled.

Tina laughed into the radio. "Ok, S. See you in a minute. Be quick"

"Will do" Santana said as she then cut the radio and turned back to Quinn.

"You ok to walk?"

"Yeah, just caught my shoulder, nothing else."

"Good. Let's go. Have fun explaining that to Berry." Santana chuckled.

"Thanks S. I'm sure I'll think of something"

The three made their way back to where the rest of the team were waiting.

"Quinn?" Quinn was broken out of her thoughts. That was a couple of days before. She had a funny feeling that was connected to the new information that they had found out earlier that afternoon from Tina.

"Huh?" She mumbled.

Rachel laughed. "You ok?"

"Yeah" She looked at Rachel and smiled, kissing her girlfriend sweetly. Thank God Santana saved her ass back there, she couldn't live without Rachel.

"That's all I needed to know" Rachel chuckled and kissed the sore spot softly once more and then continued her massage.

"Okay, now breathe" Brittany said as she sat in front of Santana on their bed. Candles were lit all around the room, providing the only source of light. They flickered as the two sat with each other. Santana took a deep breath and let it out as she sat cross-legged, holding Brittany's hands with her eyes closed. Every now and again Brittany would get her to do some deep breathing exercises to relax her. Even though she didn't really need to breathe, Santana still found it helpful when she needed to relax.

"You can open your eyes now" Brittany smiled as Santana opened her eyes.

When she saw Brittany's smile she couldn't resist and leant in, kissing those appetizing lips. Pulling away, she looked into Brittany's ocean blue eyes. "I love you so much"

"I love you too" The blonde smiled, leaning over and kissing Santana in return. The Latina loved how Brittany could wash away all of her problems and stress and make her feel as if she was the only person in the world that mattered. She definitely wasn't going to let anything happen to her blonde. Not now, and not ever.

Later that evening when Rachel and Brittany where sleeping, Santana and Quinn called a team meeting. They had time to think, especially Santana, and she knew what she wanted to do.

"Hey guys" Santana greeted as she entered the room and sat on the empty couch with Quinn. "Right, down to business. I've had time to think. I think it's safe to say that those creeper things that attacked us in the sewers were there on purpose. They were there specifically and we were tipped off, leading us straight into a trap. I know we should have known better but we didn't know until we went down there to investigate. Quinn nearly got ashed when she was separated from us, so it's clear that they were there to wipe us out. I think that they have a connection to who's now in town. It was something like a test. Now he knows that I won't go down so easily, he's gonna send stuff our way to try and wipe out me and us as a team. So, Tina, I want you to try and dig up some more on this guy and his funny looking, curly-haired henchman. Work your magic and make sure no one knows your snooping. Everybody else, make sure that everything else is cool and your ready for anything. Wheels, Trouty Mouth, talk to Emma P and see if she knows anything more about where that security clip came from, like who and where. That's it, meeting dismissed. I's got to eat. You all in on the plan?" Everybody nodded as the Latina stood up. She looked at Tina and the Asian girl nodded and smiled, turning around and getting to work on her multiple computer's straight away.

"Come on Q, we needs to eat. Not normal food either, you in? I have some bottles in my secret cooler in the cinema room. Also, the game's on tonight. Celtic's versus the Magic." She reasoned, tilting her head slightly in a try-to-convince sort of way.

The blonde smiled, a small glint of fang flashing through her slightly parted lips. "You already know my answer" She smiled devilishly.

As Santana left the room with Quinn in tow, she couldn't help but think that she was going to have to watch her back with the guy she knew all too well now in town. She never wanted to look at that picture again, but she knew she would have to soon enough. His face was always and forever imprinted on her mind.

Finn Hudson. Santana's master vampire. Her maker.

TBC