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A/N: This is posted today because I will not have time to post it tomorrow. The next update will hopefully be Sunday the 17th. Thanks for reading :)

Chapter 6: Potens

Something was chasing me down a dark hallway. I could feel it's hot breath against my neck as it's feet pounded in step with mine. A hand latched onto my wrist and twisted it harshly. I let out a groan of pain before kicking out with my feet. I met no resistance before I was thrown and pinned to the floor. "Get off of me!" I kicked and fought but couldn't get free. I could not believe this was happening again. "Help!" My eyes open but all I see is the darkness above me. "Quinn! Somebody!" I received no answer and struggle harder. My breaths come in ragged pants as the hand tightens around my throat. "Santana!"

Like an avenging angel Santana shows up just in time, her ever present scowl on her face. She tackles the thing off of me before pulling out a lighter. She flicks it open and light surrounds the room. "Rachel, it is just a dream. Calm down. You mind is just playing tricks on you." She puts a calming hand on my shoulder. I breath deeply feeling the fear leave my veins slowly. She sits down next to me and we do breathing exercises. She raises her eyebrow at me as she tries and fails to look pissed. I just give her what she wants and silently question her with my face and eyes. "You pulled me out of a pretty amazing dream."

My nose scrunches in disgust. "I do not need to hear about your sex dream Santana." She grins at me and waggles her eyebrows.

"C'mon smurf you can't tell me you don't have them." Her shoulder bumps into mine.

"I was not aware that you wanted me to have sex dreams about Brittany." My voice shows no emotion as does my face.

Her face turns sharply to look at me. "I did not say that! You best not be having dreams about my girl." I grin at her and she huffs before grinning. "Always thought you wanted a different blonde." She shrugs. "Surprised you haven't made a move yet. Maybe Britt and I can get her for one night if you don't mind." I glare at her and she laughs sarcastically. "I was joking. Jeez. I don't like to share B and she doesn't either. Besides there is only room for two in our bed."

"You are incorrigible Santana." She just grins at me and I roll my eyes before standing up. My eyes travel to the floor before looking up at her. "Thanks again San." Her eyes meet mine and she nods.

"You go first, I'll meet you out there." She looks at me in her usual manner so I close my eyes and focus. Slowly my body moves before it is jolted awake.

I jerk awake in bed. Wincing at the ever present pain at the back of my head. Three and a half weeks and my head still hurts. I look at the clock. 5:43 in the morning, January 19. We had been here a total of five weeks since getting here on December 14. I sigh before I feel Quinn stir. She pulls herself into a sitting position as she leans against the headboard, a pillow behind her back. "Nightmare Rachel?" I sigh again and nod. She grabs my arm with her left hand and pulls me in. Those five weeks of healing had been good for her arm. She didn't need the sling anymore and could go about days normally. Minus the fact that she still had one week before she could pick up heavy things. "Wanna talk bout it?"

I sigh into her and shake my head in the negative as I tuck my face into her shoulder. I breath in deeply and her honey lotion catches in my nose. My eyes tighten closed and I silently curse Santana for bringing up old sleeping dogs. The last three and a half weeks have been spent trying and failing to see if Quinn likes me the way I like her. I could not tell the difference between a friendly hug and a more than friends hug. All I had known with Quinn was the hug that lets us know we are there and we are fine. I got annoyed with trying to figure out Quinn's feelings and decided to just wait. If Quinn felt something for me we could figure it out, but for now I was just going to lay low. I didn't want to risk the closest friend I had.

'Coward.' My mind whispered at me. I sigh again before burying my face further into her shoulder. Most people would distance themselves from someone they had affections for, yet didn't know if they felt the same. I wasn't like most people, I couldn't distance myself from her. I would take what I could get until she gave me a sign or something. I did not want to be apart from her or for her to think I was mad at her.

"It was the same dream." She nods her head, knowing not to interrupt me because I would stop once my brain caught up with my mouth. "I was being chased and was pinned by a shadow." Her hand was rubbing soothingly down my arm. "I thought I was going to die again and I screamed for help." She tightens her hold on me. "Santana saved me again." Her body stiffened for a millisecond before she relaxed and continued to comfort me.

Somehow Santana could enter my dreams when I scream to her for help and I could enter hers. I think it had to do with the amount of time we spent stuck together in the dream world. Sometimes I can hear Azimio screaming at us for help before I wake up. Those were the worst nights, the ones that woke me in a cold sweat. Azimio was sent to learn to control his powers and to get mental help with some friends of the tracker, Roz. Figgins knew nothing of this, he had disappeared sometime when Santana and I were asleep. Sue had taken charge and everything was left for her to take care of in his disappearance, but I could still hear his pleas for help.

Quinn and I sat in silence for sometime before there was a knock on the door. Before we can even answer, the door is thrown open and a grinning Santana looks at us. "Get up bitches, it's time!" She closes the door right as the alarm clock hits it. I turn to stare at Quinn who has a petulant expression on her face. She just shrugs her shoulder before the door opens again. "Work on your aim Q. Now get yo asses up! Sue will grill you alive if you're late."

Quinn lets out a heavy sigh before I get up and she follows me. I grab some clothes and move to take them off before my eyes connect with Santana who stands at the door grinning. "Will you shut the door you perv." She grins at me before she steps into the room, her eyes dance with mirth and a hint of mischievousness flashes in them as she looks from me to Quinn. Quinn manages to shove her out before she shuts the door with an annoyed sigh. "She only does that because it annoys you Quinn."

She mumbles something at the door before looking at me. "Still annoys me." I sigh out a laugh before I change my clothes. I turn and catch sight of Quinn pulling on her shirt. Her muscles move and flow underneath her skin as she moves. My breath stutters in my throat before I turn around sharply and search through the closet. Silently I curse Santana again and can practically hear what she would be saying if she was here in the room right now. She would be telling me to get out of the closet already. With a huff I grab some shoes and slam the closet door shut.

Quinn looks at me with that raised eyebrow and I clench my jaw cursing Santana again. I had hidden these feeling for four months and she just had to go and bring them up. "Just annoyed." Quinn grins and opens her mouth but decides to shut it with a shake of her head. She slips on her shoes before adding pressure on my lower back to move me towards the door when I stayed frozen in one spot.

I shut the bedroom door and turn to look at Santana who is leaning against the top of the stair banister in dark jeans and a deep red tank top. Brittany waits with her in short white shorts and a deep blue tank top. Spotting us Brittany waves wildly, sparks shooting of her fingers in her excitement. Some of them brush and flow through Santana but she doesn't flinch, it is almost as if she is used to it. My mind begins to wonder how she could be used to them and I scrunch my face up in disgust. I did not need to think about Santana's sex life. Again. Santana grins at me as if she knows what I was thinking.

I shove past her muttering for her to shut up. Santana just laughs before grabbing Brittany's hand and leading us down the stairs. Quinn grins at me teasingly as we head down the stairs. Santana leads us straight to the elevator and I feel Quinn momentarily tense before she relaxes. Days riding up and down the elevator for various things had broken most of her claustrophobia of the elevator. "Skipping breakfast again?" I can hear the pout in Quinn's voice. She was a breakfast kind of person.

"Sorry Quinny. You know how Sue is." Santana grins at us when the door opens. Quinn just grunts, she knows exactly how Sue was. If you weren't up and done eating by five thirty then no breakfast until eight-thirty sometimes nine. She didn't want us throwing up all over the training room so you had thirty minutes to digest food before training began at six.

We make it down to the last floor and head to the locker room. Santana and Brittany rush to a set of lockers on the other side of the room. I roll my eyes and put my combo into the locker. It clicks open and I strip out of the large sweater and jeans I had put on. I change into the training gear, prototype material that was thin and elastic. It fit our bodies like a second skin. I look at Quinn and she winks at me before pulling her hair into a ponytail. My heart speeds up and seems to skip a beat before it slows down.

I turn around and see Santana pulling on some tennis shoe I do the same and all four of us head to the training room. The room where Sue first took me to learn hand to hand combat. I turn to look at Brittany and she grins at me. We are all in matching pure black full body, skin tight training clothes. They cover up to about midway up our necks and cover our feet completely, our fingers are the only thing free until we pull the built in gloves on from the top of our wrist onto our hand and connect it to the underneath of our wrist.

I look around the room, it has a different set up that the past two days we have been training in here. Sue had put Quinn and I into conditioning for the last two and a half weeks. "Alright, I will pair you up! Hudson and Pierce. Hummel and Puckerman. Cohen-Chang and Rutherford. Chang and Fabray. Flanagan and Berry. Jones and Motta. Lopez and Abrams." She looks at each of us. "This is an obstacle course, be prepared for anything. First group to the finish line wins." She moves to the side of the wall before typing in a code. The room changes suddenly.

My cheeks redden at the cold air as do my ears. The snow twirls around us. Sue's voice comes from overhead. "Time starts now, I hope you all are ready. Worry about your partner, no one else." A horn sounds and people begins running.

I can't see anything through the flurry and I feel Rory's hand on my forearm. "Ge' you' powe' ready. There wil' be tests and we need to help on' anothe'." I nod my head and can make out his smile before he begins moving us at an angle.

Suddenly something comes flying at us and Rory's body slams into mine instinctively. His grin is apologetic as he rolls off of me and pulls me up. "Stay on you' toes." Something else comes close to us and I flinch instinctively before it is thrown away. I hear a crash and then loud cursing. Rory laughs before looking at a watch on his left hand. "GPS tells us to go tha' way." We run through the blizzard and suddenly our feet are taken out from under us as the snow seems to shift before we go sliding down a bank. My head thumps in argument and pain at the rough treatment before I roll to my knees, Rory does the same.

Rory lets out a grunt as he is barreled over by a wolfed out Matt. Matt's eyes are glassy and I flinch as he growls at us. Rory bares his teeth as his hand inches for something. Wolf-Matt growls threateningly and my power stirs with the intended threat. I see Matt fighting against something invisible to get near us before I drag Rory away. Rory picks up a rock and holds it in his hand as we run across the snow. Sparks fly to the left of us and I hear a cry of frustration before a grunt of pain. Disks come flying at us and I use old semi-rusty gymnastic skills to dodge them and roll away. Rory just continues to run, the projectiles moving around him, their will bent by the luck surrounding him.

I catch up with him and we vault over obstacles made up of mud-pits and mines. We both run across a very small ledge before jumping to another ledge and climbing down it. Our breathe are coming in short puffs but we can still run and jump obstacles without problems. There is the sound of a body hitting the floor in the silence that seems to surround the room. I feel anticipation creep into my heart, silence means that others were taken out.

I dodge another projectile and roll out of the way, suddenly the floor gives beneath me and I slip. Gravity makes my stomach fly into my throat as I drop. I barely catch the edge with my fingers. They strain as my feet try to find footholds on the slick surface of the wall. "Rory!" I hear footfalls before Rory's head appears above mine. His hands tug at my wrists tightly, slowly pulling me up as he struggles to keep his footing on the ice. Even being a lucky charm can't keep his feet from loosing purchase, it'll just keep him from injuring himself to much.

The ground shakes and rumbles and my eyes widen. "Rory, go! You can still win, the floor is about to give way."

His eyes dart around before they harden in determination. I see his muscles flex as he pulls me up inch by inch. His feet are slipping but he continues to back away. My feet claw at the slick wall before coming in contact with slick ice. I lay next to him and laugh before dragging us both up. We run harder trying to find the finish line/ flag. A bell goes off and we both groan in defeat. The snowy terrain disappears and we are left on metal ledges. Standing on the highest ledge are Brittany and Finn. Both of them grin ear to ear in triumph.

"Hudson, Pierce. I would say good job but it was terrible! Five minutes to get to the flag! I am disappointed." Sue's voice rings out as she enters the room. Finns grin doesn't falter as he and Brittany hold the flag. Sue turns her attention to the players with red ink splattered across their uniforms. "Rutherford what the hell happened?!"

Matt looks down sheepishly. "I let my animal take over and left Tina in the dust. Because of my mistake Artie could control my animal side."

Sue continues to glare. "And what did he use you for?"

"He made me eliminate Tina and then had me go after the others." Matt looked down in shame, the red splattered across his chest reflecting in the whites of his eyes.

Sue glares at Matt. "Never lose control Matt." She only seemed to use our real names when she was trying to get a point across. She looks at Artie a grin on her face before it disappears. "Good job Abrams. Didn't think you had it in you." She looks at the red painted across his neck, it is a darker red than the one on Matt. "What was your mistake."

Artie looks at his hands. "I didn't pay attention to my surroundings and was hit by a projectile, Santana was fighting a bot at the time."

"What have I told you all?" She looks to everyone and stares us all in the eyes. "Always pay attention to your surroundings." Her glare turns to Santana. "How many times do I have to tell you all to watch your partners back! Rutherford took out his own partner and Lopez didn't watch hers back." Santana didn't argue but her glare said it all. "I don't care if you were distracted trying to save your own ass, always have your partners back. You could have eliminated the bot easily or sent it into a projectile, but you toyed with it instead and your partner died." Santana shifts before Sue focuses on another person. "Puckerman what the hell did you do wrong!"

Puck is covered in red with a glare across his face. "This isn't mine, it is Hummel's. I didn't lose."

Sue's eyes harden. "You didn't lose?" Her voice has an odd sound to it. "Your partner is DEAD! But you didn't lose. What would you tell his parents? That he died but you didn't?" Puck flushes and looks down. "Exactly. This is not a game! There are people out there that will not hesitate to kill you and my job is to prepare you for that." She looks at Puck. "You can go with the survivors but know this, you left Hummel behind so you could get first place. You let the projectiles bounce off of you and hit him. All that red on you is from his suit and if it traveled that far it means his body is mutilated beyond recognition. Your arrogance lead to your partner dying." Puck turned his head away from Sue. Sue's eyes shift to Quinn. "How did you go out Fabray?" She knew how we all went out, she just wanted to hear it from us.

"Mike and I were running when we were attacked by a bot. It went after Mike and I shoved him out of the way. I ended up falling down a cliff when the ledge gave way." Quinn looks at the ground then at me. Mike looks away in shame.

Sue looks at Mike then Quinn. "Never ever sacrifice yourself. Knock your partner over or take out the machine. Do not jeopardize your own life. Protect your partner's life at all cost but your own. We do not need two dead." She looks at Mike. "Though it looks like it was in vain."

"It's not mine. I ran down to catch Quinn. She was 'alive' until ten seconds later then the light on her band died." Mike rubs his fingers together in a nervous habit.

Sue glances at him. "Go to the survivors side." Mike stands beside Puck. He grins as Quinn grins at him. "Jones how did you go out?"

"Bot got the jump on me and Sug." Mercedes and Sugar are both covered completely in red.

"Again! Pay attention to surroundings! This was a test. You are lucky it is not real. The test wasn't even on its highest setting and it took most of you out!" Her nostril flare. "I expect better from you all."

"It's not like we will face others like us. If it is just humans we can take them." Puck mutters under his breath but everyone hears him.

"That is where you are wrong. People like us will attack us just like humans attack humans. Humans will attack us because we are different. We have to be prepared for anything." Sue looks at all of us her expression is sullen. "I lost my team mate because of their cockiness. They thought they were invincible but they weren't. You guys are not invincible and you can never think you are! Never doubt that someone, peculiarus or not, will be after you. It is the way of life and I am her to teach you all."

Everyone is completely silent. "One team won, two teams were eliminated, half of two teams were eliminated and one team stayed alive barely. These are not good odds." She seemed to realize she had not yelled at Rory or I yet. "Berry, you didn't pay attention to your surroundings and almost died. The only reason you are alive is because of Flanagan." She bores into each and everyone of our eyes. "I don't know how many times I have to say this. Pay Attention to your surrounding! Next session. Start sparing now!"

We moved to circles painted on the floor but she stopped up. "Different partners. Pierce and Chang. Hummel and Flanagan. Hudson and Fabray. Berry and Puckerman. Cohen-Chang and Jones. Lopez and Motta. Rutherford and Abrams." Quinn opens her mouth to argue but a quick glance from me quiets her before Sue can scream.

She silently fumes as she and Finn begin to circle one another. Puck is still fuming from Sue's previous comment to him. Our suits return to their normal black, the red vanishing. Puck aims a strike to my ribs and I side step it quickly before throwing a hit to the left side of his face. His grin turns cocky as he dodges it. I expected that and pulled my left leg up to kick him in his right knee. He jerked back in surprise, barely dodging it. His eyes flash. "So you can fight." He lunges forward and I back away on the balls of my feet, knees bent and ready to move any direction.

I hear a yelp of pain from my left and turn to see who let it out. Mike is holding his hand which is now the red color of someone who got to close to heat. It isn't burnt but looks like it will still smart for the first minute or so. Distracted, I don't see the pin coming until Puck has me falling to the ground. His left hand cradles the back of my head so it won't hit the ground but the second the rest of my body catches up he pins both of my hands down with his right hand. He sits on my hips and his left hand comes up to my throat, the material around my throat splatters a bright red. "Dead." He smirks as he looks me up and down before grinning mischievously. "Or in another scenario very turned on and soon to be pleased." His grin is full of mischief.

I growl in frustration at being pinned and losing when suddenly he is ripped off of me and Quinn is standing in front of me, her eyes alight with anger as she shoves him away. "I told you not to touch her!" I jump up and settle my left hand on her right shoulder.

"It is fine Quinn, it was just sparring practice." Her muscles are taut underneath my hand in fury. I wonder if this is jealousy but two side of my mind war. One side telling me it was jealousy and the other telling me that she was just trying to protect me. After the alley incident where I was pinned down by two guys she does this when any guy gets to close to me. Though I was surprised my mind didn't flash to the alley incident when Puck had pinned me to the floor. All I had thought about was how stupid I was and that I lost. Did that mean I was forgetting the incident? I felt a shiver run through my body. No I could never forget it but I wasn't going to condemn or think bad of every guy that got near me. The same can't be said for Quinn. "It is alright Quinn. Let it be."

Her muscles don't relax until I give her shoulder a soft squeeze. She takes a deep shuddering breath before she loosens and her body slackens. The others all stare at us before Sue comes down. "There is no resting! Get back in your groups. Puckerman keep the comments to yourself and work with Hudson. Flanagan go with Fabray and Berry with Hummel. I do not want anymore problems after this do you understand?!" We all nod in agreement and move to our respective partners.

Kurt looks at me before we begin to spare. His taller body gives him an advantage over me but my size also gives me an advantage. I am much quicker and can slip out of his reach. Every twenty or so minutes we switch partners. I am not partnered with Puck and neither is Quinn. She put Quinn and I together once and we dance out of each others reach. Dodging blows thrown at each other and knowing just how to move. We knew each others bodies and how they moved better than we knew our own. I knew that when her right knee twitched just a hair that she was going to hit me with her left. I knew the small movements of her eyes meant she was deciding where to hit. I knew the tiniest movement in her fingertips meant she was going to aim a hit at my head and I knew that she favored her left shoulder because of her injury. I also knew that her right leg had less reach because of an old cheer-leading injury.

She knew me well, dodging every kick, every punch and lunge. We never touched one another unless it was fingertips grazing the fabric of a shirt just barely or feet brushing just barely across the fabric covering the others legs. Grins were evident on both of our face. We were not out of breath, we were not tired or fighting to win. We were fighting one another to see who could outsmart the other. We were dancing and fighting all in one and it was fun. I caught a few of the others eyes as they watched us move around and past one another.

The two hour sparing seems to pass quickly with each partner. Sue dismissed us without a word. The locker room was filled with chatter as we headed to our respective lockers. Brittany and Santana were the first ones in and Mercedes made a face full of annoyance. "Showers are now out of order everyone. The sex fiends are in a cubicle."

"Shut your mouth Aretha! And get your asses out of here, sparks are about to fly!" Santana's voice sounded from the shower and most of the girls grabbed their clothing and changed out of their suits quickly before moving upstairs to shower. Sugar didn't seem to mind as she headed for a shower four doors away from the one Santana was in. Brittany smiled at her before heading to the shower that Santana was in. I looked at Quinn and she rolls her eyes stripping off her suit and pulling on her clothes hastily.

She makes an annoyed sound in her throat and raises her eyebrow at me when she reaches the door and I don't follow here. "I don't think they are actually going to have sex Quinn." There are no sounds coming from the shower except for talking. Brittany and Santana are discussing something quietly that causes Brittany to laugh.

Quinn just looks at me. "I know, I just figured it would be nice to steal their bathroom. I'm sure Mercedes and Tina are going to commander the other bathroom." She raises her eyebrow at me before looking past me. "I just want to take a shower and actually feel like I can change without someone barging in or complaining about something. I mean i'm no prude but I do like my privacy sometimes."

I just nod my head and change out of my suit quickly. I knew she didn't mean for her to actually be truly alone. She liked having me close by, we felt safer that way. She just hated having to share a bathroom with two other girls, she wanted to take a shower and not have to worry about watching her back. It's not like we thought Tina and Mercedes would harm us, it was just we still don't trust people that much. I made an exception for Santana because she proved herself to me. And like Quinn and I her and Brittany were a packaged deal so I trusted Brittany somewhat. I respected Finn for helping me, but that was a far cry from trust. Figgins promised to help us and he betrayed us, it just proved that people needed to earn our trust. I couldn't imagine how the others felt about his betrayal.

We make it upstairs and hop into our respective showers after Quinn locks the bathroom door. There is nothing but the sound of water and my mind wanders. Trust had different levels, I trusted Quinn fully and Santana was getting there. I still didn't trust Holly but I respected her for her powers. I didn't trust any of the adults but respected most of them especially Beiste and Sue. I trusted Beiste to help us keep control and I trusted Sue to tell us the truth, I only trusted them with that. I couldn't trust them with anything else, not my back story or my life.

I finish in the shower and get dressed. Quinn finished dressing as I exited the shower and she moved over to the hair dryer, closing her eyes as she dried her hair. My brow furrowed and I cursed Santana again. Now I questioned every aspect of our relationship. Did she not look at me because she didn't like me that way or because she didn't want to get caught? I pull my socks on angrily and open the door. Quinn looks up at me before running a hand through her semi-dry hair.

The pink is still hinted in her hair especially when it dries. She grins at me and her white long sleeved shirt matches her teeth. She wears jeans and a soft pink socks. I knew she loved dresses but didn't see the point in wearing them anymore. We had been on the run and dresses and skirt were bad for running. We both had grown comfortable in jeans and sweats. They were easier to move in and much warmer.

I wring my hair with my towel before throwing it in the hamper in our room along with our dirty clothes. The suits were left in the locker room. My hair thankfully doesn't soak the long sleeved green and blue striped shirt I am wearing. We both head down the stairs in socks. Life at the mansion had relaxed our habits of wearing shoes all the time.

My stomach growled hungrily as the smell coming from the kitchen. Quinn quickens her steps and we walk through the doors. The others were dressed much like we were. Finn was in jeans and a dark blue t-shirt, Mike was in sweats and a long-sleeve shirt. Puck was in jeans with rips in the knees and a black t-shirt. Rory had on a white t-shirt with and unbuttoned red plaid shirt on top of it. Artie had on a dark-blue shirt like Rory's and wore jeans also. Matt wore a striped white and green t-shirt, jeans and his ear ring flashed against the lights from it position in his left ear. Kurt, Tina and Mercedes weren't here yet neither was Sugar as Brittany and Santana walked in. Santana wore dark jean and a black shirt with no sleeves. Brittany wore white jeans and a pale blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

Emma smiles at us while she continues to scramble a huge pan of eggs. "Grab everything and take it to the dining room please." Everyone move without a complaint to do their task. Quinn and I grab plates and glasses. I had gotten used to the way the cabinets were organized so it didn't shock me when I opened the cabinet to find all the plates and cups pristine and in order by color then size.

I knew I couldn't reach the plates so I didn't even try. As I grabbed some glass cups I felt Quinn brush against me as she stretched to reach the plates. I took a deep breath and turn away with the glasses in my hand. I caught Santana's eyes as she looked between Quinn and I. Her eyes held understanding and defiance. She understood why I hadn't done anything yet, but she would fight me tooth and nail so I would do what I had told her I would. I ducked my head and went to the dining room. Quinn came in about three seconds later, plates stacked in her right arm.

We left the plates and glasses together and headed back to the kitchen. "Mercedes, Kurt, Tina and Sugar won't be down for breakfast, they ate before five thirty this morning." She shook her head like she couldn't believe they weren't hungry after our workout.

"You know they'll be down in five minutes, nobody can resist your food." Matt compliments Emma and Mike nods his head earnestly.

She just smiled in thanks before we head shoes on the hallway or Schue as everyone called him walked into the room and kissed Emma on the lips in greeting before grinning at us and leaning against the counter near Emma. Santana makes a noise in the back of her throat and her nose wrinkles like she just witnessed her parents kiss each other and she was eight. Schue laughed heartily. "I'm going into town for another grocery run today, I can take four people with me."

Shopping meant two or more hours stuck in a store with Schue and then the thirty or so car ride there and back. You got out of the house and saw the city but you were stuck grocery shopping because we weren't allowed to be off on our own. Brittany perks up and Quinn's eyes beg me I nod and Quinn quickly tells Schue she and I are going. Brittany yells shotgun and that she and Santana are going. Santana's eye widen in horror before they soften at Brittanys excited expression. Schue smiles at us before taking the plate from Emma and kissing her cheek as he heads to the dining room

Everyone sits down to eat and like Matt predicted the others joined us fifteen minutes later. Kurt's hair was styled and he wore jeans and a three quarters sleeved black shirt with a grey scarf wrapped around his neck. Mercedes wore bright colored shoes, black jeans and a white shirt with rebel painted across it. Tina wore a black shirt, black jeans and bright blue high lights in her black hair. Breakfast was loud like it normally was.

Soon Sue came striding in wearing a dark green track suit. She grabbed a cup of black coffee and sat down drinking it as we discussed amongst ourselves. "You can not say Superman is better than Batman!" Currently they were having a discussion on fictional super-hero characters.

Puck threw a piece of bread crust at Finn before he spoke. "Superman is better than Batman. Superman has superpower, seriously how awesome would it be to have x-ray vision."

"But he is an alien! Batman doesn't have any superpowers but still kicks peoples butts. And he can invent x-ray vision goggles!" Finn waved his hand at Puck to try and reason with him.

Santana glares at them in annoyance. "Neither of them are real! Quit arguing over it like a bunch of fucking nerds. God, you guys are stupid. We have super powers!"

Emma looks at Santana. "Language Santana, we are at the table." Santana mumbled an apology, which seems odd because apologizing and Santana do not seem to go together. "It's alright." She smiles at Santana before turning to the boys. "Please don't throw food and no arguing at the table."

Finn looks at his hands before looking at Emma. "Sorry Emma." She smiles in acceptance and Puck mutters an apology also. She nods at him a smile still on her face before she turns to the discussion she was having with Schue, Artie, Tina and Mike about driving lessons. Artie couldn't drive but he was talking with Tina when Mike brought the topic up to the two adults. Quinn was talking with Matt about his English essay that he had yet to finish. She turned when she felt my gaze on her and grinned at me as she said something to Matt. I smiled back before turning away.

I look around, Santana and Brittany are talking quietly about something as are Kurt and Mercedes. The latter kept shooting glances at Quinn and I, we were sitting right next to each other as normal. I tilted my head to the side in question at them before they turned away. Sugar had joined in discussion which power was better, Shield, Acid, or Kinetic energy, with Finn and Puck. All three were for their own power.

Rory turned to look at me. "Wha' power do yo' think is better?"

Finn and Puck turned to look at me. "Depends, what are the choices?"

Rory grins before Santana interrupts us. "Duhh guys, Britt and my power are obviously the best."

Puck opens his mouth to argue but Schue interrupts him. "Guys, each of your powers are unique to you. Let's not get into an argument." He looks at his watch. "Anyway, we have to get going." He looks at Quinn and I then Brittany and Santana. "So if you four would get ready, we'll leave in five minutes. That should be enough time to let you get ready." He kisses Emma on the lips before grabbing his plate and leaving. He nods a goodbye to Sue.

Santana waves her fork in the air as acknowledgment and Brittany stuffs her toast in her mouth before downing it with orange juice. She makes a face as she swallows it before grabbing her plate and Santana's now empty one and heading for the kitchen. Santana follows her as she grabs their glasses.

I drink the rest of my juice and see Quinn doing the same. We both go to the kitchen and drop our plates in the sink. It is Finn's turn to do dishes this week. "C'mon, Rach, lets go get some shoes on."

I nod and move to the stair. "Race ya!" I just barely see her grin before she takes off at the words leaving my mouth. I follow closely behind her, grinning the whole time. It was nice to have some fun.

I am about a step behind her as she reaches the bedroom door and bolts through it. Her grin is evident on her lips and in her eyes. I feel my smile move to match hers as my eyes flicker from her eyes to her lips then to the closet. I head to the closet and can feel Quinn's confusion. I turn my head and grin at her to let her know she didn't do anything wrong. She looks at me in worry before returning it with just her eyes. I toss her some shoes and pull my own on. We both grab our coats before we head to the bathroom to brush our teeth then to the garage.

Santana sits in the back seat on the passenger side as she tries to convince Schue to let her drive. "I'm seventeen. I am old enough to drive."

"You may be old enough to drive but you do not have a drivers license Santana. We need to keep a low profile and I do not feel like explaining to the police why I let you drive in New York City." He looks in the rear-view mirror at her as I slid in next to her and Quinn gets in next to me. He looks at us. "Seat-belts guys." We slips them on silently.

He looks at Santana's face and sighs as he catches the slight pout in her eyes but the pissed of expression on her face. "Santana, we can't risk anything. Everyone is under the expression that the mansion is a boarding school and that you all are really smart children who are taught there. It would look weird to have you driving the SUV while I sit back. They are used to me bringing in the other kids. The shop we go to has already met everyone, just please try to behave." His eyes plead for understanding and agreement.

Santana nods her head before Schue pulls out of the garage. We drive until we reach the dock and then board the ferry with the car. Schue, like holly, does not let us out of the car while we ride on the ferry. Brittany watches out the window as the water goes by. Finally we make it to a dock and Schue drives off the ferry and into traffic. Brittany cranks up the music and sings along to it as Quinn and I look out the window at New York City. As a child I had always wanted to go to New York City and now I was here. It was busier and bigger than I expected.

Surprisingly we make it to the shop within ten minutes. Schue parks the car and we get out. "Stay with me guys, I can't have you getting lost." We nod and Brittany looks around like it's her first time seeing the city. I know its not because Santana looks around bored before tugging Brittany to follow Schue. Quinn's hand comes and pulls at mine as she looks around the city in awe and apprehension. This place was maybe a hundred or a thousand times bigger and busier than the small towns we stayed in.

We follow Schue into the store he parked outside of. "Hello William, how are you today?"

A dark skinned man with a goatee and a white apron grins at us before he shakes Schue's hand. "Quite well Diego, how about you."

"Good, Maribel is having another child." His dark eyes are filled with excitement and happiness, the skin around them wrinkled with smile lines. The man looks very good for seeming to be forty or so years old.

"Tell her I said congratulations. And congratulations on being a grandfather again!" A huge smile breaks across Schue's face as we stand there in silence.

"Thank you, I will." His smile seems infectious and he turns to look at us. "Now back to business. You are here for weekly supply, right?" Schue nods and the man, Diego looks at us. "I remember you!" He grins at Santana. "You loved the cinnamon lollipops when Schue brought you here a few years ago." He looked at Brittany. "My dear girl, you've grown! Last time I saw you, you were about eight inches shorter and that was maybe three years ago." Brittany smiles as he tosses them both lollipops a cinnamon and a cotton candy. He looks at Quinn and I. "New students I presume?"

Schue pats us on the shoulder. "Yeah, they just got her a month or so ago. They're both giving us a run for our money. A couple more geniuses here."

Diego smiles at us. "I believe that. So you two what kind of sucker would you like?"

Santana smirks. "Quinny wants bacon."

Diego raises his eyebrow at Quinn and I see the blush bloom across her face. "I don't like bacon that much." Santana lets out a bark of a laugh and Schue chuckles.

Quinn's jaw clenches and I squeeze her hand. "Could I get blue-raspberry please?" I ask him kindly.

He smiles at me and then looks at Quinn. "Do you have sour apple?" He gives us both the lollipop we asked for before bidding us goodbye as he moved to help another customer. We all thank him before he leaves.

"Alright girls, we'll divide and conquer. Here are your lists. Call out if you need any help. And please behave and be careful." He hands Quinn and I a list and then Santana and Brittany one. He holds his own in his left hand as he looks at us. We all nod and he smiles before disappearing down an isles.

I look at the list Quinn holds. Six gallons of milk. Eight egg cartons (12 pack). Three gallons of orange juice. Two bags of red apples. One bag of green apples. Four bundles of bananas. Two bags of oranges. Five tomatoes. Two limes. One lemon. "That should be easy enough." Quinn grins at me as she says this.

We both grab a cart before going around the store and getting our supplies. We see Brittany and Santana once or twice and Schue finds us more than five times to check on us. Finally after an hour we are almost done.

A small child runs around the store, her young mother chasing after her. The girl runs straight into Quinn before stumbling back. Quinn manages to catch the small child before she hits the ground. The mom runs up to us. "I am so sorry, she just likes to run around the store." The mom looks at us, her eyes are the same as Diego's and their skin tone around the same color.. The same can't be said for the little girl's eyes. They are dull and milky.

"It's alright. I'm just glad she didn't hurt herself." Quinn smiles at the mother, calming her.

She flashes us a tired grin. You can barely make out her baby belly under her sweater. "I have to get back. It was nice meeting you guys."

The little girl grins at us. "Bye, it was nice to meet you!"

The rest of the shopping is uneventful and we meet up with the others and begin to check out. There are five carts total and each of them a almost filled. Schue pays without looking at the price and smiles his thanks to Diego.

Diego waves goodbye to us and we spend the next fifteen minutes loading the stuff into the SUV. The very back seat is folded down leaving only five seats open. We get back into the car and Schue turns on the air conditioner. "Sorry guys, we can't take any chance of the food spoiling."

The drive back to the mansion is long and cold. We finally made it to the garage and helped Schue unload the SUV. He told us we could go upstairs or to the living room and that he could handle the groceries. All four of us head to the living room. Sugar is passed out on one of the couches, her feet tucked underneath the middle cushion. Finn is also passed out, stretched out across the floor. He snores softly looking peaceful.

Santana shakes her head at Sugar. "Did you guys not think to cover her up?" She looks to Rory only to see that he to is passed out on the floor also. She turns to Tina, who is reading a book on another couch. Tina shrugs apologetically as does Mike, who is typing something on the computer. Matt is doing the same on his laptop but he has headphones in. Artie and Puck are playing a game on the Xbox, Artie sitting in his wheelchair and Puck in an armchair.

Brittany throws a blanket over Sugar and settles down on the couch beside her. Mercedes and Kurt are both asleep on another couch, a blanket spread out across their slumbering bodies. Santana picks up the remote and sits down beside Brittany. I pull Quinn towards the couch Sugar, Santana, and Brittany are on. We sit on the floor and settle our backs against the couch. Santana changes the channel in the middle of Puck and Artie's game. Puck turns around as he makes a sound of aggravation. "Sorry Puckerman but you had your time to play." She glares at him daring him to go against her. He huffs angrily before throwing the remote into its cabinet. "Thought so. It's movie time."

She turn it to a random station. Kung Fu Panda is on and it looks like Puck is about to complain. He doesn't when he sees the look on Santana's face. Santana is daring him to say something as Brittany watches the show with rapt attention. Quinn settles against me as we watch the show.

Matt sets down his laptop and settles into one of the four armchairs as he watches the movie. Mike continues to work as Tina reads. Kung Fu Panda is over and another movie begins. By this time Mercedes and Kurt are awake while Puck has fallen asleep. All of us are in the living room watching cartoon movies. We may be teenagers but it is nice to be in a room full of people instead of being alone. I think that may be one of the reasons the living room is used so often. All of us are so used to being alone that it's nice to be alone yet together in one room.

Finn and Rory are still asleep as Emma and Schue join us in the living room. They both sit together in one of the armchairs. Madagascar is playing and nobody wants to change the channel. Sue comes in some time latter, looks at what we're watching and shakes her head before she sits down and begins to type on her laptop.

I feel Quinn doze off against me as the adults leave the room to do whatever it is they do. Thirty minutes through Madagascar two the garage door opens and feet pound into the kitchen. Quinn startles awake and we both get up. Finn lumbers awake and stands behind us confused. Santana doesn't look bothered as she gets up and the five of us head to the kitchen.

Holly is grabbing a bottle of water and tosses it to someone. She has a scrap across her forehead and a bruise on her cheek. Karofsky walks in beside Beiste. They both look beyond tired. A boy walks awkwardly into the room. He has shaggy blonde hair and dirty jeans on as he looks up at us. "Hi." He looks embarrassed.

Santana looks at him confused. "Who the hell are you?"

The boy blushes. "I'm Sam. Sam Evans."

"What's your power?" Brittany looks at him full of pure curiosity.

His hand moves to the back of his head and rubs at it. "I well. Um, I-" He stutters over his words.

Karofsky interrupts us. "He's a powerhouse."

A/n: So tell me who you think is better, Superman or Batman? Review if you can, it makes me happy and I love constructive criticism, it helps :)