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Tina waited for Mr. Schuester to get to the choir room, absent-mindedly twirling a blue strand of her hair between her fingertips. She was watching the door, but not really paying attention to it, or anything else, really. She sighed and kept twirling the hair. A voice next to her became apparent and she turned to see what the commotion was. It seemed, that while she'd been daydreaming, the choir room had filled up, and now everyone was there except Santana and Brittany. She rolled her eyes. When had those two been early –scratch that- on time to anything?

Mr Schue hurried through the door, looking frazzled. He'd probably had some sort of unbelievable run-in with Coach Sylvester, or let his conversation run-on a little with Miss Pillsbury. Rachel perked up when he walked in, she had been talking quietly with Finn about something, no doubt another duet they would sing together, and she was probably going to announce it to the whole, uncaring club right then.

Tina blinked. Usually her thoughts weren't so… angry. She wasn't the type to think about unicorns and bears eating honey, but she wasn't usually so dark. She'd been feeling strange all morning, and she'd been putting it down to lack of sleep. Or at least she would have, had she not fallen asleep at eight the previous night and woken already late for school that morning.

She sighed and felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Mike, her boyfriend reaching out behind her. She motioned for him to sit next to her, and he obliged. They sat for another ten minutes, as Mr Schue argued with Rachel about solos, and then announced that they would be singing the song they'd practiced all week for, Last Friday Night, by Katy Perry.

Remembering that Tina had sung I Kissed a Girl for her Audition, Mr Schue gave Tina a fairly large part, compared to what she normally got.

"Now, I realise we are a couple people short," he said, obviously gesturing towards Santana and Brittany, who had still not arrived, "but, their parts aren't really that big, and I think I can pick up their lines to keep you guys on time." He winked, realising that the entire glee club had erupted into sniggers.

The music began, and they each sung in turn, Tina waiting for her turn.

Last Friday night

We went streaking in the park

Skinny dipping in the dark

Then had a menage a trois

Last Friday night

Yeah I think we bro-

Tina stopped singing abruptly, as she felt a strange sensation envelope her body. She tingled all over, and stumbled, causing her glee friends to rush to her side. Her body very nearly hit the ground, but both Mike and Finn put hands out to catch her. They slid her down so she was lying on the ground, Mr Schue placing his rolled up jacket under her head. They watched as she went from looking awful to looking perfectly fine. She grinned at the friends that had rushed to her aide, and glanced at the door as Santana and Brittany rushed in, looking pink-faced, probably from the raging wind outside. They saw Tina on the ground and Brittany rushed to the big group of gleeks, pulling Santana closer by their entwined pinkies.

"Oh my god! Tina, are you okay?" Brittany said, looking down at Tina. Her ponytail swung by the side of her face and she tried to flick it away with sharp jerks of her head. She looked so silly, Tina couldn't help but to laugh.

"I'm fine!" she managed out, trying to sit up, but realising that Mike was holding her down.

"Tina, we're going to the nurse," he said, nodding at Mr Schue, who helped them both up and walked them both to the nurse's office, even though Tina kept insisting that she was fine.

"What was that all about?" Finn asked, looking at Rachel questioningly, who returned his glance with worry. She was supposed to be the most uncaring of the group, the one that would have pushed everyone back to practicing before Tina had even left the ground. But she felt a strange connection to Tina, like she was supposed to be there for her.

"Do you reckon she's pregnant?" Santana asked, interrupting Rachel's thoughts. "Quinn stumbled and nearly fell all the time when she was preggers." She shrugged the look that Quinn gave her off, knowing that she was just stating an actual possibility, not trying to be mean for once.

"Have they even…" Artie paused, his feelings that he still felt for Tina showing through, just a little. "Well, you know."

"Bumped uglies?" Puck said with a snigger. Artie rolled his eyes at Mercedes.

"She's probably just coming down with the flu or something, guys." She said, raising her eyebrows at Santana, "Let's not jump to conclusions." Santana raised her hands in defence.

"I wasn't trying to start shit," she said, "I was just sayin' she might've been. Its not like its impossible." She said with a pointed glance at Quinn who was looking at Sam. "They could be having hot Asian sex every time they leave the school, and we wouldn't know. Just sayin'," she said again, and the room was quiet as they all considered the theory. Well, nearly all.

"She's on the pill," Kurt said quietly. "Their parents' would so not approve if she got pregnant before marriage." That left the room in silence, and they considered what else could have caused the collapse.

"Mercedes is probably right, guys," said Rachel, "She's probably just getting sick, or something." She looked genuinely worried, which surprised some gleeks.

The choir room door opened behind them, and they all turned around expectantly. Tina skipped through, looking better than she ever had, and she was absolutely beaming. Mike and Mr Schue trailed through a second after her, looking pleased that she was fine.

"What happened?" Santana asked, throwing a glance around the room. No one was surprised she was first to ask, except the three that had just entered.

"Nothing happened! I'm fine, and the nurse has no idea what caused the collapse, but I feel amazing! Let's get on with this song while I've got the energy!" she beamed at Mr Schue, who nodded at the band. Music started playing and the gleeks joined to sing.

The rest of the day played out fine for Tina. She aced the test for history, learned a few new words in Spanish, and solved one of those intimidating-ly long problems in math, winning herself a few Asian stereotype jokes.

She went to Mike's after school, and stayed for dinner. His parents loved her, and she was in such a good mood that day that they couldn't resist asking her to stay for dinner. After they'd eaten, Tina announced that she should get home. Mike's father moved to get the car keys, but she stopped him.

"It's okay, sir. I think I wanna walk." She said with a smile. He blinked and sat back down, waving from the table as she moved on to give Mrs Chang a hug and motioned for Mike to walk her out. He obliged and gave her a kiss at the sidewalk.

"Are you sure you don't want a ride?" He said, "or I could walk with you?" She shook her head as he spoke, and she stood on her toes for another kiss. Mike pushed his lips to hers gently and embraced her tightly, breaking the kiss and turning it into a hug.

"Love you." He whispered in her ear. She whispered it back and turned, walking down the street.

She skipped every few steps, wondering what it was inside that had made her feel so awesome. She got to the park that was halfway between hers and Mike's houses, and shivered, she looked around and didn't see anyone, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She hurried her pace, but the feeling intensified until she felt she might explode. She took a blow from behind and fell to the ground, but even with as much pain she was feeling, she realised that she should have been feeling much worse. She looked up at her attacker and winced as her eyes quickly raked over its face. It's skin was rumpled between its yellow eyes, giving it a serpentine-like appearance and it had its teeth bared at her, showing off fangs that could rip through skin. She shuddered and looked around for a weapon, her eyes falling upon a long stick on the ground about a foot away from her hand.

The creature attacked and she rolled, not avoiding him, but bringing herself closer to the stick. As it landed on her and bared its fangs at her neck, she bashed it repeatedly on the side of the head, dazing it, but not hurting it, really.

It sat up, still straddling her and went for another bite, but impaling itself on the stick she had quickly moved to her chest.

It exploded into a thick grey dust, and she inhaled a large amount of it. She turned to her side and vomited, tasting the creature's ash on her tongue had sent her off the edge, and she cried about her ordeal. She made her way home, and washed her face in the outside sink, while dusting off her clothes. She tried to make herself look as presentable as possible in case her mother caught her, and snuck off to bed.

She dreamt, that night, of strange things. A man with an eye patch towering over her. Strange Latin words. A flash of red hair, red lips, and many more of the creatures that had attacked her earlier.

She wept in her sleep, and woke up looking forlorn. She still felt all right inside, not sick but not as good as she had the previous day. She had a small breakfast of orange juice and a piece of toast, and locked the door behind her as she left the house, and slipped in a puddle at the bottom of the porch steps.

"Oof!" she cried out as she hit the ground. Suddenly a man stood above her, an eye patch covering his left eye. He smiled goofily as he asked if she was okay. When she nodded, he helped her up and she noticed that they were not alone. Apart from eye-patch, there was a tall man with greying hair, a red-head woman who was shorter that Tina, and a similarly short doe-eyed woman with dark curly hair and red lips.

Tina looked around at all the people, and wondered what she had gotten herself into. The greying man stepped up to her and shook her hand,

"Rupert Giles. You can just call me Giles, if you'd like," He glanced around at his 'team', "Everyone else does."

Eye-patch was Alexander "Xander" Harris. Red was Willow Rosenberg. And the coal-eyed beauty was just Faith. She never gave a last name, and no one else supplied it for her.

"Um, I'm Tina. Tina Cohen-Chang," she said, wondering what this group of people wanted from her. She thought they looked rather harmless, but you couldn't judge a book by its cover.

"I suppose you're wondering what we're here for?" Giles asked, his English accent pleasing to her ears. She nodded.

"You're a slayer."