A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long. I don't really like the direction I started taking the story with this chapter, but I can't really figure out what else to do. Also, I'm almost done with the next chapter, but I have a question for you lovely readers. A lot of Buffy's friends had something special about them, even Xander, and while I have an idea about where I want to take some of the characters that I'm bringing in, I want your opinion. I don't necessarily want the characters to be exactly like the Scooby gang and whatever makes them special doesn't necessarily have to fall in the Buffyverse.
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Chapter Two
Santana didn't know what to do. She stared up at Rachel from where she remained kneeling on the ground. Coach was going to kill her. Out of everyone at school, there were really only a couple people that could be worse if they found out than Rachel. Of course, those people were Rachel's best friends, Kurt and Mercedes.
"Santana Lopez, are you going to answer me?"
"Crap," she murmured, finally standing up. "Look, Berry, let's get you home, changed and we'll see about that answer." Rachel nodded, surprising the diva, but then again, maybe the girl was in shock from what she just witnessed. "Alright then, let's get this show on the road."
The two girls walked in silence until they turned on Rachel's street. "Are you okay?"
Santana frowned at the question. "What?"
"Are you okay? I stayed behind the tree most of the time, so I'm asking if you're alright. Did that … thing get any hits in? Are you hurt?"
Santana laughed. "I'm fine Berry, although I would be better if you'd stayed behind the tree like I said."
"Sorry," Rachel muttered with a shrug. The two girls walked up to the Berry house and the singer opened the door. "Dad? Daddy?" she called out. "Hello?" she yelled once again as she hung up her and Santana's jackets. She frowned as they walked into the kitchen. "I wonder where they went."
The slayer looked around the room and noticed a piece of paper on the island. "It looks like they left a note," she said, pointing at it.
Rachel walked next to her. "Rae, Dad and I decided to go out to dinner and a movie. We left money for you to order something. Love, Daddy," she read aloud. "Well, I guess that answers my question."
"You should take a shower and get changed. I have to make a phone call before we can talk about what happened in the park." Rachel nodded and headed upstairs. Santana waited until she heard the shower start before pulling out her phone can calling Coach Sylvester. "We have a problem."
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Rachel sighed as she sat on her bed and towel dried her hair. She wanted to know what happened tonight, maybe it would explain Santana's behavior, but she was also a little scared to know the truth. That … thing that attacked them looked demonic, like something from one of those video games Finn played all the time. Shaking her head, the small singer got back up and went over o her dresser, pulling out some pajamas. She quickly changed and went back downstairs.
"Streisand." Rachel stopped and her eyes widened at the sigh of Coach Sylvester standing in her living room. "Sit down."
"Coach Sylvester," she answered as she sat on the couch then looked around. "Where's Santana?"
"Outside."
Rachel blanched. "By herself?" she asked, hopping up. "What if she's attacked again?"
"Sit back down. She can handle herself." The diva sat back on the couch. "I hear you witnessed something unusual tonight." Rachel nodded. "What do you think happened?"
"We were attacked. Santana pushed me behind a tree and fought our attacker. When I moved away from the tree, she was on the ground, kneeling next to the guy and then he turned to dust," Rachel explained, wringing her hands. Sue nodded. "How … why'd he turn to dust?"
The coach sighed as she sat on the Berry's coffee table in front of the short brunette. "Alright Berry, I'm going to be straight with you here. What you think you saw, is not what you think."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"Your attacked wasn't human." Rachel wanted to laugh. Maybe this was all some elaborate prank the cheerleading coach and Santana were working on together. "I'm not joking here Berry," the coach said as if reading Rachel's mind. "This is a very serious matter and you cannot tell anybody."
"What was he?"
"The thing that attacked you and Jugs was a vampire." Rachel couldn't do anything but blink at the woman. "Lopez is what is called a slayer. Once upon a time, she would be considered the slayer, but thing changed, there's a ton of them now."
"What's a slayer?"
"A slayer is someone who hunts and kills vampires, demons and many other supernatural creatures that you've only ever seen in your worst nightmares or those stupid games the football team plays," Sue answered. "Its very important that you don't tell anyone about this Berry. It could put not only you, but everyone you know, in danger, especially Santana."
"I won't tell anyone," Rachel said as Santana walked into the living room, a large bag from Breadstix in her hand. "I want to help though."
"No way!"
"Lopez, shut up and sit down." Santana huffed, but did as told, gabbing two t.v. trays on her way to the couch. She set one up in front of Rachel and one in front of herself. "I'm not sure helping out would be a good idea Streisand. Also, I don't know what you could possibly do."
Santana put a take-out container on Rachel's tray. The diva stared at it. "Its vegan Berry. I'm not Finnocence. As much as I wish I didn't know, with how often you talk about it, its hard to not remember you're vegan."
Rachel looked at the food again and nodded. "Thanks," she said, grabbing the fork off the top. "And I can help out a lot. I have amazing organization skills. I'm pretty good at research and since I'm a couple weeks ahead in all my classes, my grades wouldn't suffer." The singer took a bite before continuing. "Also, I'm going to assume you all had reason to believe vampires were hanging out in Angel Park. There has to be a way to keep all that information in an easy to search system."
"As much as I hate to admit it, she has a point Coach," Santana commented, her mouth full. She washed a breadstick down with some soda before continuing. "Berry's got at least the next ten years of her life planned out."
"With contingency plans," the singer added.
Sue sighed. "How good are you with athletics?" she asked.
"Well, I've never really been interested in sports or anything, but I do take several different dance classes, including a couple with Brittany, and Tai Chi."
"What dance classes?" Sue asked, stealing a breadstick from Rachel. Apparently even Sue knew not to steal one from Santana.
The dva wasn't sure what Sue was trying to get at, but she knew better than to question it. "Well, I've taken ballet, jazz, tap, street and breaking."
"You break dance?" Santana asked in disbelief. Rachel just shrugged, finishing up her food. "Why don't you ever dance in glee?"
"That's Brittany and Mike's forte. They're both much better at it than me, so why would I even try to take that away from them? We know how Mr. Shue is, it would have taken dance solos away from them," Rachel answered, then turned to Sue. "Why does any of this matter Coach?"
"I need to keep an eye on you now, protect you, and the only way I can do that is to have you join the Cheerios."
"What?"
"Santana, she knows you are a slayer. That puts her in danger. I know how McKinley's hierarchy works, hell, I basically set it up. I also know how much your reputation means to you," Sue answered. "Streisand joining the Cheerios gives a reason for you to interact with her and it'll keep your fellow students from messing with her."
"People will still question it," Rachel commented, not wanting to look at her teammate.
"Who cares?" Sue asked, pulling out her cell phone. "Becky, I need you to pull out a uniform for Rachel Berry when you get in tomorrow morning. We'll get the rest of her things later. I want her in uniform right away. Thank you Becky."
"Do I get any say in this?" Rachel asked.
"Berry, do you want to help?" Sue asked, putting her phone away. The diva looked between her and Santana before nodding. "Well, we need a good reason to be seen interacting with you on a regular basis and don't take that as an insult. We just can't have people asking too many questions and doing something out of the ordinary will raise too many questions."
Rachel looked between the two people in her living room before nodding. "Okay."
