Hey guys! I was shocked at all the attention this got. My email was blowing up from all you stroy alerts, favorite storys, and surprisingly one favorite author alert! Very, very happy these days... :D I'm uploading this early because a) I adore you guys and b) I will not have internet access for who knows how long. This probably means you won't get an update until the 16th. I'm not promising anything, just that is when chapter 3 should be expected.

Much love to Cactus Luv (teehee), GleeFreak-VampireChik, umbrellaleg, PrettyLittleGleeber, Nami, and my multi-color haired friend Ashley! I wasn't even surprised when you came to school with purple and pink hair...not even a little. And a shout-out to MsLane, who is an amazing fanfic author. I love your work!

Anyways, on with the chapter! (I can't promise either that all chapters will be as long as the first and second.)


They were spread out on the couch, Brittany lying in Santana's lap, Quinn and Rachel leaning on each other at the opposite end of the couch. Close Encounters of the Third Kind had maybe forty-five minutes left on it when Santana's phone buzzed.

She opened the new text, and peered at it in the dark.

What do you mean they have the hots for one another? The Vamp and the Were are crushing on each other?

Santana typed a quick reply:

Yes! It couldn't be more obvious.

"San?" Brittany whispered.

She showed the blonde her phone, and then just as she was showing the dancer the last message, a new one popped up on the screen. She hit open.

Come now. I think I know how we can save them.

Britt looked up at her, eyebrow raised. Santana nodded, kissing the girl on the cheek quickly before getting up.

"My mom needs me at home," Santana lied. "She needs help finding something."

"Do you want us to come with you?" Quinn and Rachel started to move away from each other, but Santana insisted they stay. "Keep B company," she said lastly before heading out the front door.


She jogged most of the way to McKinley High, going through the back door of the hallway as she had the previous night with Brittany.

"That was fast," the blonde at the desk said as she entered the room.

"Yeah," the Latina panted, dumping herself down in the swivel chair facing the desk. "I need to learn a spell on how to teleport myself."

The blonde chuckled. "One day, little witch." She stared at her. "So, Quinn and Rachel like each other?"

"As I said, it couldn't be more obvious, Ms. Holliday."

"If they fall in love, it might be able to save them," the woman grinned.

"Really?" Santana questioned.

"Yeah. It won't prevent them from becoming what they're destined to be, but it will help them for sure. You have about two weeks before Rachel begins her change," the blonde noted.

"Yep. And I can already see that Quinn is different. She's more edgy, except when she's around Rach."

"Mmm, yes, that's expected. Is she any paler?"

"How am I supposed to know? That girl's as white as a ghost. I need to help her get a tan," Santana murmured to herself.

"We need to get those two together," Ms. Holliday spoke.

"Any ideas?"

"Strip poker? Blanket game? Cupcakes?"

"Uh, what's the blanket game?"

"Where one person gets under a bunch a blankets and another person has to rummage under them to find the other."

"That just might work," the Latina laughed. "Strip poker sounds like fun, too. I love to play that with Britt." The Latina frowned. "Why did you say cupcakes?"

"Four teenage girls on a sugar binge . . . think about it. But they have to be vegan, remember."

"Oh, I'm goin' to have Berry bouncing off the walls!" Santana exclaimed.

Ms. Holliday laughed, clapping. "That is something I would die to see," she chuckled, calming.

"Would you like to come for a visit? Brittany would love to have you," Santana offered.

"Nope, don't wanna blow my cover until I'm expected."

"And when will that be? I know a lot of kids are going to be glad you're back."

"Soon enough, Santana. I'm very lucky to have had a job for this school offered to me. Spanish is what I teach best," she smiled. "Oh, and I'll be teaching health, too. Surprise!"

Santana laughed, remembering the time when Ms. Holliday had used a cucumber as a male model. "That was hilarious, you had Mercedes freaking out."

"I didn't mean to, seriously." She smiled guiltily. "Okay, maybe I did."

The blonde looked at the clock mounted on the wall behind the Latina's head. Santana turned around to glance at it, too, and immediately shot up out of her seat.

"The movie's almost over! I gotta run, bye Ms. H!"

"G'night, chica. Get them together!" the blonde called after the teenager sprinting out of the building.

The older woman laughed heartily. "Blanket game," she chuckled to herself. "I'm good. I'm so good."


Brittany's arms were around her neck, the blonde sharply making the noise from the movie in her ear.

"Alright Britt, you can stop-"

The Latina gasped at the massive amount of empty pre-packaged brownie boxes as she strode into the living room. Almost twenty wrappers lay on the table, and under the table laid Rachel. Quinn was jumping on the couch, screaming down at the brunette.

"C'mon Rachie! Let's play!" Quinn shrieked, jumping onto the floor.

Rachel moaned, eyes closed.

"Not good enough," the blonde growled. She dropped to her knees and dragged Rachel out from under the table. The brunette fought back, the two rolling all over the living room floor.

The two lovers hooted at their friends, egging them on. Quinn had Rachel pinned one second, and then the next Rachel had the blonde pinned firmly.

"Vegan brownies!" Brittany said excitedly in her ear.

"Oh shit, how many did you eat?" Santana stared wide-eyed at the two friends wrestling in the room.

"A lot!" Brittany screamed, skipping over to the two on the floor, dog-piling them. She began to thrash wildly, Rachel screaming in protest, Quinn giggling insistently.

Santana stared in shock at the three teenage girls high on their sugar. She pulled out her phone and typed a message, saying:

Brownies work better than cupcakes

The Latina sent it, eyeing the three on the floor. "Strip poker!" she called out loudly.

They all screeched, getting up in a flurry. Brittany used her long legs to run upstairs and come back in record time with a deck of cards.


Twenty minutes later and three more boxes of brownies, all four girls were high off of life. And sugar, too, of course.

"Strip, Britt!" Santana yelled.

Brittany ripped off her jeans, slinging them over Quinn's head. Quinn giggled, leaning backwards on the blankets they had lied out before they started, laughing under the jeans on her face.

The game had turned into if you got the person's question wrong, you had to strip. Explaining poker to Brittany had been way too hard.

"Okay, Quinnie, what color bra am I wearing?" Rachel gave a short little chuckle.

"Uh, black?" she mumbled through Britt's jeans.

"Wrong!" Rachel laughed extremely hard. "Strip, Fabray."

"But what color is it?" Quinn asked through the legs of the jeans.

"You'll find out if I have to strip," Rachel said matter-of-factly.

"Fine," Quinn mumbled, disappointed. She was already in her underwear, so she slipped her undershirt off, already having lost her shirt. Tossing it in the middle of the pile along with Brittany's jeans, Quinn was left with only her bra and panties. The hazel-eyed blonde turned to the Latina, smirking. "Santana?"

"Yes?"

"What happened to me on the way here?"

"I don't know!"

"Then strip!"

Santana threw her shorts in the pile, her tank top already somewhere at the bottom of it.

"A duck was in the middle of the road! Then it got up on my windshield when I tried to run it over," Quinn said in disbelief.

Brittany smiled, glancing at Santana. Santana's eyes widened, mouthing 'did you?'

The blonde dancer nodded slightly, only Santana noticing because the other two were looking at each other like love-sick puppies. She watched the cheerleader pull out her phone, Santana's going off a minute later.

I had 2 make her late. Quinn is always on time for everything. I liked her punishment :D

The brunette Latina rolled her eyes, nudging her girlfriend with a grin.

"Rach, what's my favorite movie?"

"Lilo and Stitch."

"You got it right again!" The brunette smiled, still fully-clothed.

"No fair! B, those questions are too easy," Santana grumbled.

"Yeah, we gotta make Rachel strip," Quinn piped up.

Brittany, Santana, and Quinn were in their bras and panties, glaring at Rachel.

"Why are you guys looking at me like that?" Rachel's brow creased, eyes flashing to all three girls. They smiled mischievously, sharing glances with one another.

Rachel shrieked as Brittany tackled her, holding her arms above her head. Santana grabbed the edge of the diva's skirt in between her fingers and yanked it off the girl, throwing it behind her and also throwing her weight on Rachel's legs.

"We're going to help Quinn get her revenge!" Brittany shouted.

"Not fair!" the starlet complained, trying to kick her legs and flail her arms.

"Very fair," she heard the blonde say, her delicate fingers trailing up her thighs quickly to grip the bottom of Rachel's shirt and pull it over her head. Brittany released the brunette's wrists shortly so she could clear it over the brunette's head, Brittany gripping them again after Quinn threw it into the pile.

"Oh, your bra is red." Quinn felt the soft fabric of the strap on her fingers. Surprisingly, Rachel stopped moving completely, just watching Quinn touch her. She hadn't realized Santana and Britt had gotten off of her. It was just she and Quinn, the blonde hovering above her in her underwear.

The diva was shocked out of her desire as well-built hands tugged her by her wrists, slipping under the blanket. Rachel could barely see anything as the lights outside the blanket flickered off. She heard Santana laugh a few feet away, and figured it must be Brittany who had pulled her under.

"Blanket game," Santana declared gleefully above them somewhere.

"How do you play that?" Rachel asked form under the mass of blankets.

"Quinn and I have to find you and Britt," Santana said simply.

"Uh, okay?" Rachel had never heard of this game before.

"Go!"

Rachel felt a pair of hands land by her feet, almost touching them. She giggled, navigating her way beside Brittany to get away from their assailants. She felt the blanket lifted off of her for a second, feeling a hand graze her ankle. She shrieked loudly, crawling way past the dancer. Rachel heard Brittany gasp, feeling the blankets being pulled backwards as Brittany was tugged out from under them.

"Quinn, go under the blanket," she heard Santana say.

"That's cheating!" Rachel griped.

"Never said she couldn't," Santana defended.

The lights flickered on a few moments later, helping Rachel see the illuminated figure hot on her trail. She giggled, scurrying away as fast as she could. Her arms got caught in one of the blankets, sending her forward into the carpet. The brunette flipped over, being able to see the blonde smile viciously as she landed on the diva.

Breasts and toned stomachs touched, fitting together. The heat of Rachel's bare skin on Quinn's sent the blonde into a panic, her breathing instantly becoming ragged. She leaned a little more in, breathing in Rachel's scent.

Rachel reveled in the soft skin pressed against her stomach, wanting to desperately feel more of the blonde. Her hand ran through the soft tresses of blonde, feeling it gently. Hazel eyes blazed at her as the diva ran her fingers through it, marveling at the beauty.

Quinn loved the feeling of the starlet's touch, relishing in its pure simplicity. She reached down to stroke the velvety soft skin of Rachel's face, brown eyes wide and wondering.

The two girls leaned forward at the same time, ever so close to each other. Their lips had barely brushed when the blanket was ripped off of them, exposing the teenage girls clad in their underwear.

Santana stood above them, her clothes back on. She stared at the girls on the floor, not surprised.

Music suddenly blared throughout the house, causing all three of them to jump.

Brittany leaped into the room, still in her underwear, singing loudly.

I come home in the mornin' light
My mother says, "When you gonna live your life right?"

Oh Mommy dear, we're not the fortunate ones
And girls, they wanna have fun

Oh girls, just wanna have fun

Santana came in on the second verse, taking Britt in her arms, looking at her adoringly.

The phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells, "Whatcha gonna do with your life?"

Oh Daddy dear, you know you're still number one
But girls they wanna have fun
Oh girls, just wanna have

The two Cheerios sang expressively now, running up to Quinn and Rachel, pulling them up off the floor to spin them around while the eighties' pop tune echoed throughout the big house.

That's all they really want
Some fun
When the workin' day is done
Oh girls they wanna have fun
Oh girls just wanna have fun

Rachel came in, loud and clear:

Some boys take a beautiful girl
And hide her away from the rest of the world

Quinn broke in, singing in Rachel's ear:

I wanna be the one to walk in the sun
Oh girls, they wanna have fun

The two harmonized, singing together now, both smiling hugely at each other.

Oh girls just wanna have

The four burst out singing the chorus, all of them skipping around the blonde's house in their underwear.

That's all they really want
Some fun
When the workin' day is done
Oh girls, they wanna have fun
Oh girls just wanna have fun

They sang the chorus again, falling into a heap on the couch when the song was done.

"That was fun," Brittany giggled breathlessly.

The girls laughed, feeling young and free. Quinn looked to her left to see her favorite brunette with her head laid back against the couch, staring at the ceiling, smiling.

Rachel turned her head to see Quinn staring at her. She smiled even more, taking pleasure in her messed up blonde hair, hazel eyes wild.

"I'm tired," Brittany said, yawning, all of a sudden looking completely spent.

Santana cupped her cheek. "You were sugar drunk, baby. And now here comes the hangover," the Latina murmured to her girlfriend. Brittany nodded sleepily, resting her head on her shoulder.

"Bedtime?"

"Sure, honey." Santana grabbed the blonde's waist, helping her to her feet. They stopped at the bottom of the stairs, Santana turning around. "It's okay if we go to bed, right?"

The two left on the couch nodded. The couple went up the stairs, Rachel and Quinn hearing the door to Brittany's room click shut.

Rachel looked at Quinn on her right, eyebrow raised. "What now?"


Okay, I know that there isn't much supernatural stuff yet, but there will be! Started writing chapter 3 last night, I'm close to being done with it I think. Any future song suggestions would be appreciated. I'll look them up if I don't know them and possibly consider them, since I'm only using one song per chapter pretty much.

Thank you SO much for taking the time to read this!~ R&R please! I'll upload a day earlier than I plan if a lot of you do :)