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A/N: First non cross over fantasy story. It's an ensemble fic so I'll be switching POV's every chapter, though not every character will get a chapter and their is no pattern. Ships: Quam, Puckleberry, ChangChang, Wemma, Finntana. There are some undecided couples and not all of those couples have to be endgame. Enjoy!
It was, without a doubt, the most painful thing in the world for Quinn to see Sam dating that now Junior Cheerio. What was her name? Ah yeah, Laurie. A girl a whole year younger than him, who was brainless and bitchy.
Senior year was going to drag on and on watching Sam suck face with the strawberry blond brat. If Quinn hadn't repaired her damaged friendship with Brittany and Santana it would be even worse.
It was the end of glee club for the first Friday of school. Quinn, Santana, Brittany, Finn, Mike, Tina, Sam, and Puck were all planning to go to Breadstix later that night.
"Hey Artie, wanna come to Breadstix with us?" Brittany asked. Artie accepted the invitation. Puck looked at the rest of glee club.
"Mercedes, Kurt, Blaine, Berry, you all coming?" He asked.
"No, Mercedes and Kurt are coming to my place for girls night," Rachel smiled. Blaine looked at the group of other kids longingly.
"I know you don't like girl night, why don't you go with the rest of the club. I'll catch up with you later," Kurt promised him. Blaine smiled at his boyfriend.
"Alright, I'll go. Thanks Kurt," he agreed, walking over to the others.
"Try not to get a booth in the right corner, I'm having dinner there," Will smiled and waved goodbye to his students.
Dinner at Breadstix was actually nice for Quinn, minus listening to Sam go on about Laurie.
"Dude, thanks to you breaking up with Rachel in August, the girl's become all work and no fun. She got me fired from my pool cleaning gig just because apparently dumping liquor in her dads' pool is a bad thing," Puck rolled his eyes. Finn shook his head.
"You'd be good for her. I just couldn't hack it: Talking about kids and marriage and living in NYC. I love New York, don't get me wrong but I don't think I want to live there year round," he took a sip of his soda.
"Can we please stop talking about Knee socks?" Santana groaned.
"Fine. I think it's time to go, anyway," Finn said. Everyone got up from the booth and walked outside to the parking lot, Brittany unaware that she accidently left her sweater.
"Hey, look over there in the woods. Is that…is that a light?" Blaine said just as he was about to open his door. Quinn looked at where he was pointing. It was true, there was a faint light buried in the middle of the woods.
"We should totally go check that out. Add night time woods hunting to my badass list," Puck smiled, making his way to the start of the forestry. Quinn traded a look with the others and it was silently agreed; better to go with Puck and make sure he doesn't get into trouble.
It was dark, and so naturally Quinn tripped over a tree root. But thank god she didn't face plant in the dirt. Unfortunately, it was Sam who caught her. Part of her wanted to linger there in his arms, like old times. But she was still mad at him and so she ripped herself from his embrace and continued walking without so much as a 'thank you'.
They all finally caught up with Puck, who was staring dumbstruck at what looked like a silver comet the size of a basketball a couple feet in front of him.
"What the fuck?" Santana gaped. The glee clubbers heard footsteps behind them and almost all of them screamed when a shadowy figured murmured "Hi".
"You forgot your sweater, Brittany," the voice sighed, wincing at the screams. The figure stepped forward.
"Mr. Schue? You scared the living daylights out of us!" Quinn rolled her eyes. Brittany happily took her sweater and Mr. Schue turned around to go back to the restaurant but then there was a snap, like a figure stepping on a twig. The kids turned around. Someone was walking towards the meteor. Quinn wanted to run, but she was frozen. A hand found hers and she was so terrified she didn't even care that it was Sam's hand.
As the figure stepped over the meteor, Quinn got a good look at him. And it was a 'him'. A tall, muscular, handsome 'him'. The man had to be at least five years younger than Mr. Schue, though he was like six inches taller. His hair was literally golden, shimmering in the moonlight. His eyes were bright green, also appearing to glow in the night. Quinn noticed that even in her state of terror, Santana's eyes were raking over him appreciatively. His eyes were not on the meteor, however, those eerie, gorgeous green eyes were on the group before him.
"The last…thirty six," his voice, smooth and rich, sounded weak like he was dying. He spread his palms. Three blue lights emerged from them and absorbed into Finn. Three more into Puck. Another three into Santana. Quinn watched as three merged with the person next to her, Sam. Knees trembling, Quinn watched as the next three glowing orbs found their way to her and melted into her skin. A secure warmth spread over her and her knees stopped knocking. She barely paid attention as Brittany, Tina, Mike, Blaine and Mr. Schue each got three merging with their bodies. The glow ceased and the man's knees gave out. He collapsed on top of the meteor and then his body vaporized. Quinn was still frozen.
Mr. Schue pulled his students out of the woods, Quinn's hand still helplessly and pathetically clinging to Sam's as they stumbled to their cars.
When Quinn was at home, she sat silently on her bed, trying to push the memory to the back of her mind. She knew her friends were trying to do the same thing. She couldn't believe she had to live with this all weekend.
What had that man done to them? What had happened to him? What would happen to her?
Part of Quinn didn't even want to know.