Disclaimer: Hello Everyone! As always I don't own Glee, it's respective characters, or any song I use or have used in this story. In case anyone was wondering the song in the last chapter was 'Sorry' by Buckcherry. For anyone who was wondering, Rachel still has her powers from the last chapter. So here's chapter 3! ************************************************************************************
"I can't find anything." Santana complained scrolling through her IPod. After all of the drama in the previous days Mr. Schuester had decided to take a page out of Ms. Holiday's book and let them choose what they wanted. He felt that that the group needed a week to cool off and he wasn't wrong. While the apology from Quinn was nice, things between her and Rachel were as strained as ever and while Rachel had been quick to try and let things go, Sam and Santana were not exactly trusting of the blond. Currently it was just Santana, Rachel and Sam in the choir room choosing their songs for the assignment.
"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll find something-as long as it's not 'Trouty Mouth'." Sam said referring to the original song Santana had written about the southern boy and his lips. "Maybe we could even do another trio. It worked well the last time." He suggested as he played with the strings of his guitar. "Sorry. I'm doing a solo. Can't let Berry have them all." Santana joked. If she was being honest with herself, a trio did sound like fun. But she really wanted to sing a song to Brittany. When they sang their feelings the last time it seemed to work better then actually talking. And after their last talk she really didn't feel like that was the best way to go.
"Well then I'll stay out of you way. Would you be interested in a duet Sam?" Rachel asked turning to him. "Sure, sounds good." Sam said giving her a smile. She smiled back happy to have someone who wanted to work with her. However, before they could get to work they were interrupted as Sue appeared at the door.
"Lopez, in my office. Now." Sue ordered before walking into the office herself. Rachel raised an eyebrow. "What did you do?" She asked her friend. "Nothing." Santana protested. Still, not wanting to get on her magic teacher's bad side, the Hispanic girl diligently followed. "Close the door and sit down." Sue said as her student entered the room. The Latina girl did as she was told. "Whatever it was I didn't do it." She said automatically. Sue just rolled her eyes. "Relax Lopez. You're not in trouble. Even if you were the one who tied the wheelchair kid to the fire alarm. This is magic related." The cheerleading coach explained. "Then why did you just call me in here?" Santana asked confused. They had spent hours in training working on teamwork, so why was she here alone?
Sue kept her usual emotionless look as she pulled out a file from under a mass of papers on her desk. "These aren't pretty so I won't show you the pictures, but do you know about the recent rash of murder suicides?" A chill ran up Santana's spine. She had heard about them alright. They were all over the news lately. A guy would show up and kill a girl they were dating without any real reason only to turn around and kill themselves. They didn't have anything in common besides being the fact that they were all teenagers, so most of the "experts" on TV had attributed it to drugs. She knew that was total crap, but she had no idea just how right her instincts were. "So these were all magic related? How? " Santana asked shocked. "That's what you're going to investigate. I did some of my own digging and found that all of the men who'd killed their woman had this in their pockets." Sue said producing a bag of what looked like small rocks. "This type of rocks is something you'd only find in the Greek mountains. Definitely not something you find here in Lima." She said.
Santana studied the rocks and thought for a moment. This was unquestionably a very strange case. Magic or not it was still worth a look. But something was still bothering her. "Why didn't you just tell all of us while we were together in the other room?" Santana asked her. Sue just sighed. "The way things look right now I think it's better to keep the other two out of it for now. Just trust me Lopez. You'll understand later. For safety reasons I just want you to find out information. No killing the thing yourself just yet, especially until we know what it is. Clear?" Coach told her. Santana just nodded as the bell rang signaling the end of her free period.
Walking out into the hallway Santana was immediately ambushed by her fellow magic students. "So what happened?" Sam asked her. The Hispanic girl hesitated before answering. "Nothing. I asked her if she would spend more time working on my powers with me and she agreed." She lied smoothly. "Then why didn't she just say so? It was only us in the room." Rachel said puzzled. "Because her office was safer. Too many people walk in and out of the choir room for us to really have any privacy. She's just trying to keep us from getting exposed." Santana explained once again being dishonest. She mentally patted herself on the back as Sam's expression changed from confused to understanding. Rachel, however, wasn't as convinced and, as they walked off to class, made a mental note to question the taller girl later.
Josh Wei walked to his car shivering from the unusually cold air. Climbing in to the vehicle he immediately started the car to gain warmth. As the car started up, a sad yet entrancing song began to play. He was lost in the music for a moment before shaking his head and pulling himself back into reality. As he moved his hand to turn off the radio he noticed it wasn't even turned on. Yet the music continued to play. Thinking he was imagining things he reached up to adjust his mirror only to feel an icy hand encase his own.
Josh jumped up in his seat and screamed out in surprise when he saw who the hand belonged to. He rushed to get out of the car door, but in his panic he could not get the door open. The hand griped his face and turned him to face the figure the hand was attached to. Josh felt like his eyes were about to pop out of his skull. This thing couldn't be human. The figure swiftly pressed its lips against his causing Josh to go into further shock. But when it pulled away something had happened to Josh. A glazed look came over his face and his thoughts were drowned out by the music once more. Turning back towards the wheel he started the car as if nothing had happened. After all, he had an important date to get to.
As Santana drove her car to school the next day she was distracted by flashing lights and news vans outside of a nearby house. She couldn't help but wonder why they were there, as the house looked fairly ordinary minus the crime scene tape. Parking the car as close to the house as she could, she walked over to stand by the crowd that had gathered outside of the home. She was planning on asking someone what had happened, but as turned to ask the man standing next to her she heard a nearby reporter in the middle of giving his report.
"...of the teens, 18 year old Joshua Wei, is suspecting of having killed his 17 year old date, who was identified this morning by family as Abigail Yun, by shooting her multiple times in the head and chest before turning the gun on himself and dying instantly. The bodies were discovered last night by neighbors after they heard shots fired. Witness who saw Wei before the crime said that he seemed to be acting strangely …"
She tuned out the reporter as she looked back at the heart wrenching scene. She had to know if this fit the pattern. She'd have to cut her morning classes, but she knew Coach would over for her. Getting into her car she drove around the block and parked at the house behind the crime scene. She was suddenly very glad that her father had gotten her a car in black instead of the bright she'd initially wanted as it was more conspicuous. Careful that no one was watching she snuck into the backyard of the house before quietly climbing the fence and landing in the opposite yard. Creeping quietly to the house she was able to spot an open basement window. Thankful for her good luck the teen quickly and stealthily lowered herself into the house through the window. The basement wasn't exactly where she wanted be, but it was a start.
The basement was dark save for the minuscule amount of light flooding in from the small window she'd entered through. As she crept over to the old wooden stairs she decided not to risk using her power to light the way. There was a very real chance of getting caught and if she was spotted she have to not only explain why she was in the house, but why her hand were glowing. She was definitely not strong enough with spells to make an entire group of cops forget they had seen her as she had done before. As she carefully climbed the steps she flinched every time she heard a creek. She was very on edge. Breaking and entering was some serious shit-even for her.
Reaching the top of the stairs she gently opened the door and peered inside. She let out a silent sigh of relief as she saw that the room she was entering was empty. It was a large kitchen with an island in the center of the room. She silently made her way through the kitchen, turned a corner and went down the long hallway. The hall was long on its own, but with her nerves getting the better of her it just seemed endless.
Hearing voices emerging from behind her she quickly ducked into the nearest room. Looking back into the hallway saw two officers walking past her to the neighboring room and stepping underneath the yellow crime scene tape. Crap. She needed to be in there. Just then an idea popped into her head. If she could make some kind of distraction she could lure them away from the room. Looking down at her hands and idea struck her. If she could create fire in her hands, then maybe she could conjure fire to another place. It was definitely possible considering Rachel's powers had developed fairly quickly. Looking out at the side of the hallway she came from she spotted a window with large and ugly pink curtains. Focusing on them she took a deep breath and put all of her concentration on lighting them up.
At first she didn't think it was working. Pouring more attention into her mission she didn't even stop to blink. Almost out of nowhere she saw the best thing she could possibly hope to see. She saw smoke. Following this smoke was a brilliant flame that engulfed the curtains. The two uniformed officers suddenly smelled the smoldering curtains and looked up to see the flames licking the hideous drapes. As they ran up the lengthy hallway to put out the fire, Santana took this opportunity to run to the now empty bedroom.
Going inside she quietly shut the door behind her, locked it and immediately began to search the room knowing she was short on time. There were clothes and shoes tossed on to the bed as if the girl who lived here couldn't figure out what to wear. She was supposed to be on a date after all. A pang went through Santana's chest. This was a perfectly normal person and she was killed simply because of some guy. Now the Latina really needed to know if this was magic related.
Spotting a desk she walked over to it only to hear and feel something crack under her feet. Lifting her foot she picked up small pieces of rock. It looked exactly like the rocks Coach Sylvester had shown her earlier. Happy to have found something useful she scooped up the rocks. Her joy soon faded as she heard footsteps headed towards her. Seeing no other way out and knowing the lock on the door wouldn't stall the cops for long, she rush over to the window and unlocked it before opening it and jumping out. She was seriously relieved that the room was on the first floor or she would have really been hurt. She quickly re-climbed the fence and ran for her car not bothering to look back.
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Rachel worriedly hung up her cell phone as Santana once again failed to respond to her calls. She'd been trying to call her friend all morning to see if she was ok. Santana had told her she would be here today to perform in Glee, but had yet to show up. She even missed Cheerios practice. This was just adding to the taller girl's bizarre behavior after her private talk with Coach Sylvester. She briefly wondered if she was being left out because of what had happened with her being controlled by the book, but upon reflection found no reason for Sam to shut out.
"Hey." Sam said walking up to her as if he knew she was thinking about him. "Hi Sam." She said quietly. "She'll be here soon. I'm sure of it." The tall boy said slinging his arm around her shoulders and walking with her down the hall. "I'm worried about her. She's been acting erratically the past two days. What do you suppose is going on with her?" Rachel asked looking up at him. Sam just sighed. "I don't know." He confessed. "We'll go ask her as soon as she gets here. And if we can't track her down we'll talk to Coach." Sam added in an assuring voice. Rachel nodded. "You're right. I'm just overreacting." She said before coming to a stop. "Well, this is my class. Meet me after?" She asked hopefully. "Yeah, I'll meet you by your locker." He confirmed flashing a smile at her. She smiled back and he watched as she turned and entered her English Lit class.
"You know it's kind of rude to be staring at a chick. Not that I blame you man…Berry's got some nice legs." Puck said snapping Sam out of his thoughts. The blond hadn't even noticed the Jewish boy walk up to him. "I wasn't staring." Sam protested. "Hey man like I said I don't blame you. Just be nice to her. After all the shit she's been going through she needs a nice guy." Puck said. "Yeah well I'm not sure I'm that guy. I'm not Finn." Sam told him. Puck just laughed. "Well if it means anything, ever since the two of you started hanging out she's been a lot happier. Way happier than she ever was with Finn." And with that Puck turned and walked away leaving a slightly more optimistic Sam behind him.
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Santana swiftly made her way into Coach Sylvester's office. Rather than waste time she didn't have searching through books or going to class she decided that running what she knew by Coach would be a bit more helpful. After all, she had to know more about this kind of thing then she did right? As she entered the office she found her mentor sitting in her chair expectantly.
"So, how goes the investigating Nancy Drew de la español?" Sue asked cheerfully. "You tell me." Santana said pouring the bit of rocks she'd retrieved. "I'll assume this was what you were doing today when you skipped out on your classes and on practice this morning. Where did you get this?" Sue asked now getting serious. "At the house of the last girl to get killed. I saw the crime scene on my way to school." Santana explained. "Breaking and entering and stealing police evidence…gotta hand it to you Lopez, only you could be the one to commit two felonies while trying to find evidence." Sue said sounding almost impressed. "It's not just that. They weren't really a couple. It's was like, their first date or something. And the reporter said people who saw him thought he was 'acting strangely'…whatever they meant by that." Santana relayed back. Sue suddenly looked very serious again. "Then it's exactly what I thought…we're dealing with a Siren." Sue declared.
Santana was puzzled by this. "A siren? One of those freaky chicks who gets off on killing sailors? Don't they live in the ocean?" The Latina asked. "Actually the Romans were the ones to link Sirens to the ocean. The Greeks wrote of them living on land. Nothing I've ever heard of suggests it couldn't be both." Sue told her. "Which would explain the rocks… but why would she kill the woman too? Why not just the men like always?" Santana inquired. "Sirens thrive off of love – or rather the fact that they can make someone love them. Dying for someone you love is considered the ultimate sacrifice. At least it was until recent centuries. As Sirens and man have evolved the Sirens have realized that a real sacrifice for their love would be for the man to kill another that the man loves. Hence the murder suicides." Sue explained.
"Wait a minute…in recent centuries? So this has happened before? Damn." Santana said in disbelief. "It's happened more often than you'd think kid. Don't expect her to be done anytime soon. By the looks of it she's only getting started." Sue warned her. "So how do I kill her?" Her student asked getting right to the point. "I've heard of very few ways to kill a siren. One way is if someone could somehow resist the pull of the siren's call. The other is just to behead the damn thing." Sue said pulling out a large, curved dagger and handing it to her student. Taking it in her hands the Hispanic girl swung the weapon to test it out. "Not bad." Sue remarked as the girl moved the weapon with ease. "Now get back to class. You've already missed the first three periods." Sue ordered. Nodding Santana complied and headed to sneak into her math class.
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As the day passed Santana had kept her eyes and ears open. She hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary yet, but she was confident that the siren had to be a woman connected to the school. All of the victims so far had been McKinley High students. Besides that all of the killers had be men while the females had be completely unaware of what was happening. Other then the few facts she already had she didn't know where to even start looking. Realizing she was late Santana snapped herself out of her thoughts and ran to Glee.
As she walked in everyone stared at her. Standing at the center of the room were Sam and Rachel, making it obvious they were about to perform. "Nice to see you decided to come today Santana." Mr. Schuester remarked as she took her seat. Apparently he'd noticed she wasn't in class this morning too. "So, take it away guys." Their teacher said cueing in Sam and Rachel to begin.
Rachel Sam Both
I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad
Where the West, was all but won
All alone, smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where you been?" He said, "Ask anything"
Where were you?
When everything was falling apart?
All my days, were spent by the telephone
That never rang and all I needed was a call
That never came
To the corner of 1st and Amistad
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me
But in the end,
Everyone ends up alone
Losing her,
The only one who's ever known
Who I am, who I'm not and who I wanna be
No way to know
How long she will be next to me
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me!
The early morning,
The city breaks
And I've been calling
For years and years and years and years
And you never left me no messages
You never sent me no letters
You got some kind of nerve
Taking all I want!
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, where were you? Where were you?
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me!
Why'd you have to wait to find me, to find me?
As they finished their duet Rachel and Sam shared an intimate smile and Santana finally realized what was going on. Between dealing with magical problems and relationship problems she had completely missed what was in front of her. Her two friends had fallen for each other…which put them in just as much danger as all of the other love struck couples at McKinley. She felt so stupid because it was so obvious even Finn had picked up on it. She could see him looking a bit annoyed from the other side of the room and Quinn looking pissed off that Finn was so irritated. It suddenly occurred to her that they were a sort of in love couple. And so were Mike and Tina, Brittany and Artie, even Puck and Grimace (Lauren). She never quite realized how many couples were sitting around her.
As Mr. Shue called for another volunteer she decided to pass, opting to let Mercedes go ahead with her solo. She needed to plan. She swore right then that she'd stop this Siren before it did anymore damage- even if it killed her in the process.
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"So did you kiss him yet?!" "Kurt!" Rachel wined as her friend interrogated her. She, Kurt and his boyfriend Blaine had decided that they were in dire need for a coffee date, especially with what Kurt had dubbed her "romantic situation". So here they were sitting at the Lima Bean Coffeehouse as Kurt piled on the questions.
"I guess that's a no." Blaine said with a laugh. "Yes-I mean no- I mean yes that's a no-" "Slow down diva." Kurt said also laughing now. Rachel blushed profusely. "Stop it! You said you were going to help me!" she said crossing her arms in front of her. "You just need to tell him that's all. It worked out for me and Kurt." Blaine told her. "Ii worked when you did it. When I told you I wanted to be more then friends you thought I meant best friends not a couple. Which is why the guy has to be the one to make the first move." Kurt concluded." Blaine just rolled his eyes. "That's very chauvinist of you." He joked. "I just want to know if he likes me." Rachel explained. "Well if you want to be sure we need to get you a new outfit. You can't wear your Cheerios uniform all the time. This calls for serious shopping." Kurt announced as he rose from his seat. "You think shopping is the answer to everything." Rachel said getting up to follow him. "When isn't it?" Kurt asked. "Sorry, but I have a huge research paper to do. You guys go ahead without me." Blaine told them. "Ok, I'll see you later sweetie." Kurt leaned down and gave his boyfriend a quick peak on the lips before leaving with Rachel.
Deciding to use the bathroom before leaving, Blaine got up and entered the empty restroom. As least, it looked empty. His blood ran cold as he heard a soft yet hypnotic tune playing. Noticing movement, he glanced at the mirror from the corner of his eye and jumped as he saw someone standing there staring at him. He turned around, but before he could say anything he felt cold lips press against his own, right where Kurt's had been just minutes ago. As the icy feeling spread through his body Blaine knew his was no longer the one in control.
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Meanwhile, as Santana stepped into the coffeehouse, her brain was running in a million directions. She'd had absolutely no luck finding any more clues and all the research she'd done told her that she couldn't find the siren unless she fell under its spell herself, which was unlikely since it only seemed to be targeting men. On top of this she needed to avoid Sam and Rachel at all costs. She had barely managed to outrun Sam when he chase after her when she left the choir room, and just now out on the street she had to duck behind a parked car to avoid being seen by Rachel and Kurt.
Accepting her coffee from the barista, Santana turned away from the counter only to have someone bump into her nearly causing her to spill her coffee. "Hey! Watch it." She warned dangerously. The boy looked up and exposed his bright grey eyes at her before quickly moving past her and out the door. That was weird. She thought to herself. But it was nothing compared to what came next. Walking determinedly from the men's room was Kurt's boyfriend Blaine. She'd met him at Rachel's party and knew that his dark demeanor and glassy eyes were not normal for him. She watched as he paid no mind to anyone else and stalked out the door.
As he left a horrible thought struck her. She ran out to follow him. She'd been looking at this all wrong-working under the idea that the siren was a woman when it had really been a man all along. That explained why all of the men had been killing woman instead of just themselves. Not only that, but he was headed directly to Kurt-who was with Rachel at this very moment!
As she saw his slam his car door shut she quickly ran around to the other side and sat in the passenger seat his car. "Snap out of it hair gel! I think Hummel's annoying too, but you can't kill him!" Santana tried to reason with him. "I do whatever pleases my master." Blaine said in a monotone voice as he started the car, his eyes dead set in front of him. "Master? Seriously? I didn't think you classy douche prep school kids were into that kind of kinky shit. Or has all of that hair gel just seeped into your brain? If you think I can't get to Hummel first and warn him then it's clearly the hair gel." Santana snapped out him. "Fine then. I guess you're riding with me." The prep student replied unemotionally as he locked the car doors. He quickly pulled out and accelerated at a speed that made it impossible for the Latina to jump out. "Me and my big mouth." She muttered as they sped towards wherever it was Blaine was taking them.
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Sam was driving towards Santana's house to confront her when he was surprised by a text message.
Santana 4:23:02: Find berry nd porcelain and get them somewhere safe. Berry wont answer her cell. they r in danger!
Danger? Danger from what? Could this be what Santana had been up to? And what did Kurt have to do with any of this?
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Evans 4:24:39: What do u mean danger? where r u? Sam texted her back. Biting her lip Santana glanced over a to Blaine, who was still paying her no mind, and sent him back a message saying what she'd been trying to hide this whole week.
Santana 4:26:11: Gay warbler is under the control of a siren nd now he's gonna kill porcelain cause the siren told him 2. berry's w/ porcelain nd she's gonna get hurt if he finds them. I'm stuck in the car w/ warbler nd he's on his way 2 find them. get them nd hide! Santana texted back.
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Sam looked down at his phone in alarm. A siren? Didn't they like, kill sailors or something? Porcelain was obviously Kurt which meant gay warbler must be Blaine. And if this siren had Blaine out to kill, then he really wouldn't hesitate to hurt Rachel if she tried to stop him. Of course Santana was also in danger of becoming collateral damage, being that she was trapped in the car with a man out for blood. Realizing he didn't know where either of the girls were, he immediately pulled out his phone and dialed Rachel's number. He let out a sigh of relief once the brunette finally picked up the phone.
"Hello?" "Rach, it's Sam. Where are you? It's important." The blond asked urgently. "At the Lima shopping center with Kurt… is something going on? Did you talk to Santana?" Rachel asked troubled by his tone of voice. "You need to get Kurt and go somewhere safe. Blaine is under a siren's spell and now he's out to kill Kurt and Santana's locked in a car with him and they're headed your way." Sam said quickly as he made an illegal U- turn and sped towards the shopping center. He wasn't that far away so if he was lucky he could make it before Blaine and Santana did. "What!?" Rachel asked in alarm. "I'm going to try and help Santana get away from Blaine, but if he sees Kurt we're screwed." He told her. "Too late." Rachel said fearfully.
Through one of the store windows Rachel could see Blaine's car pull into the parking lot with he and Santana in the vehicle. "You need to hide Kurt now! I'll be there soon!" Sam said on the end of the line before hanging up. Rachel backed away from the window and moved towards Kurt who had just stepped out of the dressing room. "What do you think?" Kurt said showing off a red sweater. "It's perfect. In fact it's so perfect you should try it on in other colors too." Rachel said and she picked up multicolored versions of the sweater off of the rack and pushing him back towards the dressing room. "Ok, if you think they'll look good. I've never seen you this enthusiastic to go shopping before. I like it!" Kurt declared. Rachel let out a sigh of relief as he re entered the room. Pulling out her phone she shot a text to Santana.
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Berry 4:31:22: I see you with Blaine outside. Sam filled me in. Keep Blaine away from the Sweater Emporium. I will stall Kurt.
The Sweater Emporium? Santana asked herself as she read back the text. No wonder she didn't answer her phone. That store was probably every Rachel Berry's dream. Still, she at least knew where they were now. Following Blaine she remembered something that Coach Sylvester had told her. She needed to get him to resist the Siren's power. But she'd tried everything she could think of already and since she barely knew him she was out of ideas. Well, other than shooting a fireball at him in a crowded parking lot.
"Santana!" Sam yelled from behind her. She saw him jump out of his car and race towards her. Blaine meanwhile had stalked into one of the stores to look for Kurt. "We need to get him." Sam said making to follow the prep school boy. "No. He's only after Kurt. We need to get him somewhere without people. And I have just what we need to kill the siren." Santana said opening her bag and showing him the weapon she was carrying. "There's a vacant store where the candle shop used to be, I remember 'cause my mom was all upset about it. But if you knew how to kill it why didn't you just let me and Rachel help?" Sam asked as Blaine emerged from the store.
"Just follow my lead and I'll explain in a minute. Hey Warbler! I know where he is. He's where that old candle store used to be." Santana called to him. Blaine looked back at them for a moment before charging towards where he had been directed and the other two teens followed close behind. "The siren is targeting guys and gets them to kill the person they love." The cheerleader explained. "And?" Sam asked still not sure where this was headed. "And it's pretty damn obvious to everyone who isn't you that you and Berry have the hots for each other." She said. Sam froze for a minute. "Are we that obvious?" He asked quietly. "Yes. You are. Now come on. We need to stop Warbler." Santana said. "The only way to stop him is to draw out the siren. And I may know how. If I could just-"
"NO!" The Latina yelled cutting off the blond. "We are not using you as bait. We'll find another way." She said confidently. "Like what?" Sam asked her. Santana struggled to find an answer when she noticed Blaine had changed his route and headed into a store two units away. "Crap. We need to move now. He's headed towards Kurt and Rachel!" The two teens broke into a run, but were too late to stop him from entering the store.
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"Rachel, I must have tried on every sweater in this store. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I've had enough shopping for one day." Kurt said annoyed. "But this maroon one is so cute. Can't you just-" Rachel suddenly went quiet as Blaine entered the store. The empty look in his eyes terrified her. "Kurt! Go back in the dressing room! Now!" Rachel ordered as the dark haired boy approached them. "What's wrong with you? It's just Blaine." Kurt said looking at her like she was crazy. This negative attention quick switched focus as his boyfriend grabbed part of the metal clothes stand and broke off it off The store cashier quickly took notice and hastily made her way over to them. She was quickly tossed aside as Santana and Sam rushed into the store.
Thinking quickly Rachel shoved a still in shock Kurt into the dressing room and plastered herself against the door. If Blaine wanted to kill he'd have to go through her, and that was something he was willing to do. He lunged to strike her with the jagged broken piece of metal when Sam used his power to shove the other boy against the wall. The blond was quickly by Rachel's side. "You ok?" He asked. "I'm fine. Now will someone please tell me what the hell is wrong with him? Something to do with a Siren?" the short girl asked confused. There was no time to answer her as Blaine stood up ready to fight again. This time all three of the magic students were ready back when they heard a soft song.
Rachel and Santana remained unaffected but Sam immediately seemed stunned and Blaine stayed frozen in his place. "Sam?" Rachel asked standing in front of him. Shaking his head the tall boy was pulled back down to reality. "That song…" he said bewildered "it just…" "Don't think about the song. Focus on Berry. Trust me. It can't hurt you if you don't listen." Santana instructed. She pulled out her weapon as Sam did what he was told. From her research the taller girl knew that the song meant the siren wouldn't be far behind.
Sure enough the Siren soon appeared directly behind an oblivious Sam, but with her short stature Rachel couldn't see it due to Sam's tall and well built body. Instead the two teens kept their attention on each other as they were told. The Siren wasn't as Santana had seen before. Slowly but surely its skin started to turn pale, its face was sunken in and its bright eyes were fading. Before it could pounce Santana quickly swung the blade and beheaded the Siren.
The Cashier woman screamed at the mess causing Rachel and Sam to face the body and snapped Blaine out of his trance. The three of them had one hell of a mess to clean up.
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"How's Porcelain doing?" Santana asked as she and Rachel walked to class. "Well, thanks to a more refined version of the memory spell we used on the saleswoman he doesn't remember anything from the attack and because of the Siren's spell Blaine doesn't have any recollection of his time going rogue." Rachel reported happily. "And thanks to me the store looks as if nothing ever happened." Sam said coming up behind them. "Well I would have helped, but with all the time I spent kicking ass this week I needed the time to practice my solo." Santana told them. "Finally! I've been dying to see it!" Rachel said excitedly. She pulled her friends down the hall chattering happily as they entered the choir room to find everyone else already present.
"Ah, there you three are. Santana, I believe you're the last assignment to go. The floor is yours." Mr. Schuester said stepping aside as Sam and Rachel took their seats. Cuing in the band Santana cleared her mind and started to sing.
I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone
Baby, it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?
Yeah, I, I know it's hard to remember
The people we used to be
It's even harder to picture
That you're not here next to me
You said it's too late to make it
But is it too late to try?
And in our time that you wasted
All of our bridges burned down
I've wasted my nights
You turned out the lights
Now I'm paralyzed
Still stuck in that time
When we called it love
But even the sun sets in paradise
I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone
Baby, it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?
If happy ever after did exist
I would still be holding you like this
And all those fairy tales are full of it
One more stupid love song, I'll be sick
You turned your back on tomorrow
'Cause you forgot yesterday
I gave you my love to borrow
But you just gave it away
You can't expect me to be fine
I don't expect you to care
I know I've said it before
But all of our bridges burned down
I've wasted my nights
You turned out the lights
Now I'm paralyzed
Still stuck in that time
When we called it love
But even the sun sets in paradise
I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone
Baby, it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?
If happy ever after did exist
I would still be holding you like this
And all those fairy tales are full of it
One more stupid love song, I'll be sick
Now I'm at a payphone
Now baby don't hang up
So I can tell you what you need to know
Baby I'm begging you just please don't go
So I can tell you what you need to know
I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone
Baby, it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?
If happy ever after did exist
I would still be holding you like this
And all those fairy tales are full of it
One more stupid love song, I'll be sick
Now I'm at a payphone
Applause quickly followed, but Santana's eyes shifted to the only person that really mattered. Brittany offered up a wide smile that filled Santana with pride. Things between the two girls weren't totally fixed yet-not by a long shot. But the Latina saw this as the first step towards mending their…whatever they were. Now it was Brittany's turn to make a move.
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Sam anxiously waited for Rachel to arrive at his house. She'd asked to meet with him so he could explain why they'd been left out of Santana's investigation. Jumping at the chance to speak with her alone he'd quickly invited her over. The brunette had asked their friend for a direct answer, but the other girl had decided that Sam should be the one to tell her. And as nervous as he was he agreed. As he anxiously waited for her he heard a knock at the door
"Come in." Sam said stepping aside so Rachel could enter. She briskly walked past him and he could sense she wanted to keep things serious. They entered the living room in silence and Sam was suddenly thankful that they were alone in the house. Both his parents were at work and his twin siblings were at a friend's house. Not being able to take the quiet anymore he decided to speak first.
"So about what happened this week…" "Is it because of what happened with the book?" Rachel asked. Her brown eyes were wide and sad looking. "No! Rach I already told you that wasn't your fault. No one blames you for anything that happened." He reassured her. "Then what's going on? Why is it that everyone knows what's going on but me?" She asked frantically. "The siren was attacking people who were in love." He explained desperately. "So?" She asked still not understanding.
Seeing no other way to explain himself, Sam leaned down and crushed his lips onto hers. She didn't respond at first, but when Rachel finally kissed back he was relieved. He'd finally done what he'd wanted to do for weeks now. And he couldn't be happier.
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Aww, what a sweet ending. Next chapter will be tied together with the 'Night of Neglect' episode, so if anyone has any suggestions for songs make sure to leave a review :D
