Next morning they were all gathered around the living room, after breakfast, for a brief group meeting.

"Okay," Quinn spoke to the room. "I know I said we're going to train today, but we have some stuff to do before that."

"Like what?" Mallory asked.

"Like cleaning this house," Quinn muffled a chuckle at her daughter's expression. It was definitely not what Malory was expecting, she could tell.

"Are you serious?" the younger one groaned.

"Yes, I am. Have you looked around this house? It's a mess, and I'm only talking about the communal rooms. I don't even wanna know about your rooms. I bet they don't even enter the room category anymore, they must be pigpens by now."

"Where's Bonnie?" Matt asked, referring to their maid.

"I told her to get a vacation. She has to deal with you five every day, so I thought she might appreciate a break from all the madness," Quinn explained. "Besides, there are about two dozen pairs of hands here, so it should be quick."

"But Mom…" the twins wined at the same time.

"Such lazy butts, you two," Hailey laughed.

"I totally agree," Quinn smiled to Hailey. "Come on, everyone. Your rooms are your own responsibility, but they will be checked to if you cleaned them or just pretended to, later, by me or other adult, so be good or no ice cream for you tonight."

"We're having ice cream tonight?" Tori's excited voice filled the room.

"Only if you're good," Mercedes giggled at her daughter's love for ice cream.

"Let's go! It's ice cream!" She said to Lily, Eleanor, Sebastian and Zoey, who raced after her up the stairs.

"There's also the rest of the house, so once you finish your rooms, proceed to other room. Oh, and for you teens, if your room has one, that includes the bathroom too," Quinn continued to the older kids and smirked upon seeing their expressions.

"What about you?" Mallory frowned.

"I'm cleaning my room, like everyone else," Quinn responded.

"That's it?"

"After that, I'm watching the little kids, because your attitude just granted you the bonus of cleaning the first floor bathroom."

"Are you serious right now?" Mallory asked incredulously.

"Very, and with that, you now have the bathroom downstairs too."

"It's not…"

"Do you want to clean all of them? Keep talking and you will," Quinn warned, watching her daughter sulk like a toddler, but remaining quiet. "Though so. Now move, all of you."

All of the teens dragged their feet up the stairs with pouty expressions, much to the adults' amusement.

"You go, Q!" Brittany laughed.

"After five of them, you just learn how to tame them," Quinn joined the laughter.

"Let's go ladies, our quarters await," Tina said and got up.

"Fine, but I don' feel like cleaning either," Quinn pouted a little.

"You nag your kids, yet you're worse than them," Santana laughed, shaking her head.

"I don't care, I'm the mother. I rule, they have no choice but to do as I say. Simple."

"Let's get this stuff done. We have to go to the supermarket. We need food, toilet paper, tooth paste and a bunch of other stuff I can't remember..." Mercedes voice trailed off as she went up to her room, mumbling to herself.


Hailey had just finished cleaning her room (plus bathroom) and was about to close her eyes and try to teleport downstairs when she changed her mind. If she did this every time she was tired to move, she would end up obese. She chuckled a little and went down the stairs. As she passed the set of stairs of the first floor, she listened to huffing from one of the open doors. She picked her head inside and smiled at the sight. Mallory was inside the bathtub, sponge in hand, scrubbing the same spot with anger.

"Fucking soap…" She heard the other girl mumble under her breath.

"You should watch your mouth. You never know who could come in and hear your potty mouth," Hailey laughed as Mallory jumped.

"Jesus Christ, don't scare me like that, and I don't care anymore. I'm sick of plucking out my nails by scrubbing damn soap scums," Mallory pouted dramatically, eyeing her fingernails.

"They're lovely," Hailey chuckled. "Want any help?"

"See, now I know you're lying. I bite my nails, so they're never lovely," Mallory feign hurt. "As for the help, thanks, but I'm good. There's only the sink left. I'll meet you downstairs in a bit."

The girl smiled warmly.

Hailey couldn't help but smile back. "Yeah, I'll probably be in the playroom. It's a huge mess and it's going to take forever."

"I would help, but I don't think that'll be possible. I have to finish this bathroom and then clean the one downstairs, but they're enormous so they take forever. I hate my mom, sometimes," Mallory exhaled.

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad."

"Not that bad? Who needs a lounge chair or a freakin' fireplace in the bathroom?" The girl said, exasperate.

"True, but it's really pretty."

"I don't care how petty it is. I don't know how Bonnie does it, this is torture," Mallory whined.

"Don't be a drama queen." Hailey rolled her eyes but smiled fondly. She was so cute when she pouted. "You're almost finished. Then we can go and test these awesome abilities."

"I don't think I'll have any energy left by then."

"Alright, I'll leave you to it or else you'll never be done."

"Oh, but I love your company," Mallory's pout intensified.

"I really have to go, and please don't pout," Hailey smiled bashfully, which didn't go unnoticed by the other girl.

"Why, do I look cute?" Mallory grinned cheekily.

Oh God, is she flirting with me? Hailey's cheeks flustered and her teeth sank down on her bottom lip.

"Maybe," she answered with a shy smile before turning around and heading downstairs.

Mallory almost melted by the cuteness overload she just witnessed. Seriously, how cute can someone be? Hailey was something else that she was sure. If she was careless, she might fall for this girl. Maybe she was already falling.

Hailey still felt her cheeks warm on her way to the playroom, when she ran into her mother.

Please, don't notice my blush. Please, don't notice my blush… She chanted in her head.

"What's got your cheeks all red and warm, baby girl?" Brittany teased instantly.

Damn it.

"They're not red," Hailey mumbled.

"Mhm… Sure they're not," Brittany laughed and winked as she walked away.

She doesn't miss a chance to embarrass me…

She let out a little scream and halted at the door. Two boxes of crayons were hovering from the floor to the coloring table. Zoey. Zoey made things fly, hasn't that right?

"Zoey? Is that you?" Hailey asked quietly to the room, cranking her neck, trying to locate the little girl.

As soon as the words fell from her lips, a chair was knocked to the floor and a huffed "Shoot!" reached her ears.

"Who's there?"

"It's me." A soft voice filled the room as the chair was put back in its place. It was a familiar voice, yet not one she's heard a lot. Maybe a hand full of times.

"Johanna, is that you? Are you invisible?"

"Yeah, I went invisible about ten minutes ago and I can't change back."

"That sucks," Hailey said towards the sound of the other girl's voice. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll change back," she smiled to the apparently vacant room before feeling ridiculous and started laughing out loud.

"I'm sorry, I just feel ridiculous trying to look at you while we talk and feel like I'm failing terribly."

Johanna chuckled shyly, "Yeah, it must feel pretty weird."

"You have no idea," Hailey smiled at the girl's bashfulness. "Anyway, need some help?"

"Oh, it's okay, you already tidied your room. It's not that big of a mess, I can handle it."

Hailey raised her eyebrows. The room was an absolute mess. Loads of crayons all over the carpet, games out of the boxes, messy piles of drawings clogging the coloring table and the surrounding floor, and dolls, in various states of undress, scattered all over the place. All this just in the little kids' side of the room. The other side was a little better. A web of controller wires was left on the coffee table, waiting for a patient being to untangle them, along with empty cups, dirty napkins, food leftovers, and a forest of crumbs, which also covered the carpet. Pillows adorned the pool table and, of course, the floor.

"It's not that big of a mess?" Hailey snorted. "This rooms looks inhabited by animals. And I'm sure you already cleaned your room, too."

"Yeah, but you're a guest."

"A guest that helped to build this chaos. It's only fair. You're the last person that should be cleaning this room. You read your books and you put them back after. You don't make a mess like us, savages."

"It's okay, I don't mind."

"You're too good," Hailey laughed, shaking her head and heading to the hoover. "Come on, let's get to work. I'll start this side."

"Oh my God, I'm about to pass out," Mallory panted dramatically, entering the playroom, and flopping down in one of the bean bags. "Also, why are you talking to yourself?"

"So damn dramatic..." Hailey rolled her eyes, but grinned to the other girl adorableness. "And I'm not talking to myself. Johanna's here."

Mallory lifted a perfectly sculptured brow. The famous Fabray eyebrow, as she heard Santana say towards Quinn the other day.

"I only see you," Mallory grinned lovingly, making the other girl blush.

"Well, it's not. Say hi, Johanna."

"Hi," the girl shyly replied.

"You're really here, little sis!" Mallory turned her head to the sound. "Awesome thing to gossip, by the way."

"You don't even like gossip."

"True. So, are you done?"

"I've been trying to untangle this bunch of wires for the past fifteen minutes," Hailey said, sighing heavily. "Once I decipher out this mess, I'm totally free."

"Give it here, let me try," Mallory extended her hand and Hailey handed her the mingled cables. Within a minute, the controllers were detached and Mallory was looking at her with a smug smile on her lips.

"How the hell did you do that?" Hailey asked, mouth slightly agape. She'd been battling with the damn controllers, tossing, turning and switching, and they only seemed to get more tangled as the minutes passed by.

"I'm awesome like that," Mallory shrugged.

"And full of yourself too," a suddenly visible Johanna smiled, sitting on the arm of an armchair.

"I can see you!" Hailey exclaimed excitedly.

"You can?" The younger girl asked, but knew it was true because both Hailey and Mallory were looking her in the eyes.

"Welcome back, kid," Mallory smiled.

"It's the longest I've ever been invisible. Well, it only happened twice. Three times with this one."

"Hopefully we all make some progress later."


"Are we all here?" Santana asked, making a quick head count. "Where's Brittany?"

"I'm here!" The blonde panted as she crossed the doorframe with Aaron in her arms. "Sorry, I was giving him a bath."

"It's okay, we're just starting," Santana smiled.

They were all in Hailey's room, on the second floor, which was one of the bigger ones and was at the end of the hall. All the furniture had been pushed to the corner of the room, leaving little space for all of them to move around.

"We know we don't have much space but, for today, I think it's enough," Quinn spoke. "Tomorrow we separate in two or three rooms. Today we're just doing stuff to strengthen our minds."

"Quinn? Do we need to stay?" Mercedes said, leaning against a wall.

"If you want to," Quinn shrugged her shoulders.

"It's just that we have to go to the supermarket. It's getting late and since we need a gazillion stuff and we're pretty much useless here, I thought me and Tina could go while you do your thing."

"Sure, we do need to restock."

"Great, see you later. Try not to destroy anything. Especially you, Jaden," Mercedes eyed her son before picking up Abby and turning to leave with Tina, Connor, Carson, Eleanor, Tori, and Sebastian.

"Mom, don't forget to buy cereal!" Zach called after them.

"I won't," Tina laughed and shook her head, closing the door behind her.

"Okay, sit around everybody," Santana started and everyone complied, eyeing her anxiously. "Who here as already experienced their ability?"

All raised their arms, except Rachel, Zach, Jaden and Santana herself.

"Good. Did you feel some kind of energy when it happened?"

They all nodded. Some instantly, others after a few seconds, but they all nodded nevertheless.

"Right, I would like for you to relax. Lay of the floor, on your back, your stomach, sit cross legged, against the wall, whatever makes you feel comfortable. Just let all the worries flow out of your body," Santana gazed around and no one moved. "Come on, move your butts," she clapped and they all started to move.

Most of them sprawled along the floor and others leaned their back against a wall. Lily and Zoey clasped their hands together and looked at Santana expectantly.

"Very good," Santana smiled, put some relaxing music playing in Quinn's laptop, and lay down as well. "Now, I know this seems stupid and I don't even know if it'll do any good, but I want you all to close your eyes and try to fill your body and mind with that energy. Try to feel what you felt, what kind of emotions crossed your body at that moment. If your toes tingled, if your tongue felt numb, everything and anything. For those who didn't experience it yet, just try to relax and let the energy in the room feed you. That's it, breed in and breed out, and repeat."

All of them closed their eyes, even though some of them were still hesitant. Especially the teens who were looking between them, afraid of making a fool of themselves, but Santana spoke with suck confidence and assertiveness that was difficult not to trust her. So they just followed everyone lead let their eyelids fall shut.

Half an hour later, the group was totally relaxed. Their muscles were loose and the worries seemed to have evaporated from their minds. They felt light, weightless. Zoey had even fallen asleep with her head on Lily's shoulder. There was no sound disturbing the room, apart from their deep breathing and soothing instrumental melodies bursting softly from the laptop.

Santana reluctantly opened her eyes and sat up.

"Okay everyone, I think it's enough," she spoke calmly, watching them slowly open their eyes, one by one. She felt the energy buzzing in the room, and hoped the others felt the same. "Now that we're full of good energy, I want you all to try and use your abilities."

Few moments after the words left her lips, the room was filled with colors, sounds and stuff flying everywhere. Matt had a ball of fire in each and, circling them around, and warming the room instantly. Mallory was doing something weird, like a ring of water floating around her. Hailey had a distant look, and Santana thought she must be traveling in her mind, or whatever the girl did. Zoey was making Lily giggle adorably by making the pillows of Hailey's bed float around them.

She looked at her daughter, and her face fell. Elle seemed to be really overwhelmed. The young brunette had her hands covering her ears, eyes shut tight, and was breathing thickly.

"Stop! Everyone stop what you're doing! Now!" She screamed loudly.

The room fell deadly silent trying to understand what was going on. Santana got up and walked rapidly to her daughter's side.

"Breathe, Elle. Just take deep breaths. In and out, in and out," she placed a hand on Elle's back and breathed deeply herself, hoping her daughter would follow her lead. "Block them out, block them all out."

Elle was feeling and hearing everything at the same time. Her mind was going crazy. She could hear so many more voices than before. She could feel voices of complete strangers drumming inside her head, clogging her brain with their serious problems or mere mundane things. Emotions were spiraling inside her, happiness mixed with excitement and adrenaline made her heart beat furiously against her ribcage, only to be vexed by sadness and despair, making her already racing heart thump irregularly and knocking the air out of her lungs.

She could hear, in the very back of her brain, a voice telling her to breathe and block it all out. She tried her best but it didn't seem to be working. All the voices were still ringing full force, clouding her mind. Comforting warmth was spreading along her back, filling her with renewed strength, so she tried again, harder. Even though the majority of the feelings were still twisting inside her chest, the voices, one by one, were gradually deserting her mind, making it easier to concentrate on controlling her raged breathing. Eventually, everything slowed down and Elle, still panting a little, casted her eyes up, meeting several pairs of concerned ones looking right back at her. The warmth on her back, she could now tell, was provided by an unfamiliar hand, running up and down the length of her back, soothing her body and her heart.

She trailed her eyes up the comforting arm rubbing her back and was met with eyes so familiar to her that made her body tense reflexively. Her mother must have sensed it, because she quickly withdrew her hand and broke their eye contact. Never in a million years had she thought that the reassuring hand belonged to her mother. Elle wished her thought reading was working right now; she was itching to know what was crossing her mother's mind at the moment, but she'd tried real hard to block all the voices out that, apparently, it had worked. She couldn't hear a single thought, but she could still feel emotions. They were pretty mixed, but hurt, emanating from her mother, stood out monumentally. Elle felt guilt start to invade her body, but she shook it out. After all, the woman next to her had given up on her many years ago. She had no right to make her feel guilty. Santana didn't talk to her, as far as she knew, her mother didn't even like her, so she had absolutely no right to make her feel things. Especially good things, like the soothing feeling from before.

The sudden tension was palpable in the air.

"Are you okay?" Santana asked quietly, still looking at her feet.

"Fine," Elle replied in the same tone, hiding the surprise of her mother actually saying something to her. She just wished someone saved her from this awkward situation. That, and deep down, she also wished her mom looked at her. That she showed her just a tiny glimpse of love towards her. But all she got was her mother standing up hastily and speaking up to the room.

"All right, that was an awful idea," Santana's voice was shaking a little. "We'll… try again tomorrow. Good job, guys."

The room was filled with the squeaking sound of shoes against the wooden floor, as everyone headed towards the door. Santana just stood in the same place, trying to control her shaking hands. She didn't even notice that a certain blonde had stayed back.

"You okay?" Brittany's hesitant voice reached her ears. Santana turned her head to face the blonde, but let her eyes fall to the floor just a second later. She could feel the tears blurring her vision, and she couldn't let Brittany see her like this. Santana Lopez didn't cry.

"Yeah," she answered with an unsteady voice. "I'm fine."

She could feel the blonde coming closer before feet entered her line of sight.

"Except you're not," Brittany said softly, hand reaching towards Santana's chin, urging her to look at her. "Santana…"

Reluctantly, the brunette locked her teary eyes with Brittany's impossibly blue ones. The rush of emotions crossing through her body was overpowering. Brittany was staring deep into her eyes, into her soul, and she couldn't shake off the sadness and regret pooling inside of her for so many years. Her lip trembled and a new torrent of tears slid down her cheeks.

Brittany, upon seeing the brunette's state, stepped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around her shaking frame, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Santana just shook harder with the power of her sobs, and buried her face in the crook of Brittany's neck, inhaling the sweetness and comfort of her scent. They stayed like that for long minutes. Or it could have been seconds, Santana didn't know. She just felt safe, feeling the warmth of Brittany's body against her. They parted, and in Santana's opinion, it was too soon. She missed the comfort provided by Brittany instantly.

"God, I'm a mess. I think I've cried more since I've been here than the past ten years," Santana let out a small chuckle and lifted her eyes, only to be met with Brittany's serious face. "Don't look at me like that. I'm okay, now. It was just a little breakdown."

"People don't breakdown when they're okay, Santana," Brittany said disapprovingly. "So don't act like you are, because I can see you're not. You're hurting because of Elle, and I can't even imagine what you're feeling. I told you before and I'll tell you again, you can talk to me."

"We already talked about it, Brittany," Santana turned her head to her right, fixing her gaze on the wall. "There's nothing to add to it."

Brittany listened to the slight quiver in the other woman's voice and felt her chest tighten. She decided not to press the subject, though. It was obvious that Santana didn't want to talk, so she just squeezed the brunette's shoulders and pulled her in for another hug.

"I won't make you talk, but if you change your mind, you know where to find me," Brittany spoke gently into Santana's ear, the soft breath making the fine hairs of the brunette's neck stand up and chills run down her spine, before letting her go and heading out the door.

Santana let out a shaky breath as she watched the last flash of blonde disappear in the doorway. She missed Brittany so, so bad. She shouldn't. She really shouldn't. She should resent Brittany and her choices, but if she was being honest with herself, they were both to blame and she still loved the blonde with all of her heart. They couldn't be lovers again, that Santana knew, but she needed Brittany in her life. If not as lovers, as friends then. Her heart ached at the mere thought of losing Brittany again when this vacation was over, but it was just a matter of time, really. In just a few days, Brittany would be back in Los Angeles, and Santana would return to her lonely life in New York.


The following afternoon, they all gathered around for another session. Just like the afternoon before, they started with fifteen minutes of meditation to get their heads in the game.

"Okay, today, we're trying something a bit different from yesterday," Santana stated. "I was thinking that we could maybe explore the powers a little bit and try to trigger the ones that didn't manifest yet."

"Not all at the same time, though," Quinn said. "We wouldn't want a repeat of yesterday."

"Yeah, I was thinking we could form groups or something. We have to separate, too. We don't have much room to move here."

They all divided in two groups. Santana, Rachel, Zoey, Lily, Jaden, Zach, and Quinn with Aaron in her arms, all went to the room in front, leaving Brittany, Hailey, Elle, Matt, Mallory, and Johanna in the other group.

When the larger group headed out the door, all the teens partnering with Brittany turned to her.

"What?" She asked, noting all the eyes on her.

"What do we do?" Hailey asked her mom.

"Why should I know?"

"You're the only adult here, Mom. You're in command," Hailey laughed at her mom's panicked expression.

"I… What would you like to do?"

Surprisingly, was Johanna who stepped forward, "I want to be able to turn invisible and visible, when I want to, not randomly."

"Okay, we can try that, what else?"

"I already got the handle of this teleportation stuff, what I want to find out is if I can take things with me when I do it," Hailey said.

"I just wanna practice this fire and earth stuff, I don't think I got it down yet," Matt shrugged.

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna try manipulating the air today, never done it," Mallory added and walked to a corner of the room, followed by Matt.

"How about you?" Brittany asked, turning to Elle.

"I don't know, I can't try many things," the young girl replied, eyes glued to the floor.

"Why?" Brittany frowned.

"I can't try anything because I have to work with someone else's mind. I could never ask for something like that. I think it's disrespectful and violation of privacy."

"You can try it with me," Brittany offered.

"Are you serious? I'll read your thoughts and I don't know what else could happen."

"It's okay, I'll make your life harder and try to block you out," the older woman teased. "Besides, there's no plant life here, so I don't have anything to do."

"If you're sure..."

"I am. Now, what do you have in mind?" Brittany smirked.

"Well, I can read thoughts, that's for sure, but can the other person block my 'invasion'?" Elle asked, using air quotations.

"No idea, kiddo. Let's try it, bring it on."

Elle focused and soon was listening to the various thoughts floating in the room. She furrowed her brows in concentration, and now, was just Brittany's teasing tone filling her brain.

"Come on, Elle, I'm waiting."

"I'm listening."

"Oh, I know! Let's try something!" Brittany exclaimed excitedly.

"What?"

"I can't hear you."

"I said I was listening."

"Still can't hear you, Elle!"

"What do you mean?" The girl shook her head slightly in confusion.

"You're talking, and your lips are moving. I wanna hear you without any lip movement."

"That's not possible, though."

"You can hear me and my lips aren't moving."

"Do you mean, like, talking directly into you head?" Elle chuckled. "Wow, it sounded even stupider aloud."

"Your lips are moving, I can't hear you!"

Hearing Brittany's teasing tone was bringing out Elle's competitive side. She clenched her fists and tried to project something directly to the blonde's head, but Brittany just stood there with a playful smirk.

"Come on."

Brittany thought that maybe Elle had the same strong competitive spirit as Santana, and she wasn't wrong. She was teasing her and suppressing her chuckles every time the teen reacted just the way her mother did when they were young. Never one to stand back, the girl had her fists clenched tight, and eyes completely focused, yet nothing reached Brittany's mind.

"Silence… Utter, complete silence…"

"Nothing's happening…" Elle let out though gritted teeth.

"Try harder, miss," Brittany replied joyfully.

"I'm trying!"

"I can't hear you, your…"

"…Lips are moving! I get it!" Elle's frustrated voice sounded loud and clear in Brittany's ears, but no lips moved this time.

"Good girl," Brittany lifted her palm up to high-five the brunette.

Elle unclenched her fists and gazed at the woman before her with wide eyes.

"I did it?" She lifted an uncertain hand and pressed their palms together, a small smile creeping up her face.

"Yup!" Brittany smiled back, "Again."

Meanwhile, in the other room, Santana had decided to try and trigger Rachel's ability. Days ago, Lily had said something about Rachel making hard things soft or something, so Santana joined forces with Zoey, and was making the little girl toss objects in Rachel's direction.

"Santana, stop! This is getting ridiculous!" Rachel shrieked, cowering when yet another pillow collided with her ribs.

"Another, Zoey," Santana commanded, and the little girl quickly complied, flexing her fingers and making a not so fluffy decorative pillow collide with the side of Rachel's head.

"Ouch! That was not a soft pillow!" Rachel protested, spitting stands of hair from her mouth.

"Do something about it, then. And I suggest you do it fast, because objects will get harder every time," Santana chuckled kind of cruelly, but the sight of the disheveled Rachel Berry before her was just too amusing.

"Throw a slipper at her, kiddo!" And a second later, a yellow slipper was flying towards Rachel, who shrieked and ran around the room, trying to escape, only stopping when she heard a loud thud of the slipper colliding with the wall, inches away from her.

"Are you crazy?! That would've hurt me!" Rachel scoffed when she saw Santana laughing at her account. She turned to Quinn and the other kids, only to see them in a similar state, sitting against the wall, trying to muffle their snickers. "Quinn! This is not amusing! Tell your daughter to stop."

"Sorry, Rachel, I promised Santana that Zoey was all hers while we're here."

"So you're just going to remain there, mocking me?"

"Pretty much, yes."

"This is unbeliev…"

"Heads up, Berry!"

Rachel turned her head to Santana, and saw the other slipper flying full speed in her direction. She squeaked and ran away to the corner of the room, but she was too slow. The flying object hit her right on the shoulder.

"Good aim, Zo!" Santana high-fived the laughing 6-year-old.

"Santana, this doesn't seem to be working. Let's put an end to it," Rachel whined.

"Oh, it will work as soon as you stop running and really have nowhere to escape, like right now," Santana smirked when the other woman gulped visibly, aware of her trapped position in the corner.

"Santana…" Rachel warned, her chest heaving when she saw the woman smirk and lean down to whisper in Zoey's ear.

Zoey nodded to whatever was said to her and extended her arm in Rachel direction. Rachel felt her body freeze. She couldn't move her arms or legs, no matter how hard she tried. She was stuck. And starting to panic.

"Santana, this isn't funny!" Rachel almost cried. "Tell her to let me go."

"Santana, I think that's enough," Quinn stated worriedly, looking from one woman to another.

But Santana just ignored them both. She wasn't stupid or reckless. She had told Zoey to change the trajectory if Rachel didn't react. Santana didn't want to hurt her. She just knew that in order to have a response from Rachel, she had to put her under a stressful or dangerous situation. That seemed to be the triggering factor in the majority of the other powers.

When Santana nodded, Zoey did exactly as she was told. First she made the slippers fly again. When she saw that Rachel just closed her eyes and whimpered, she reduced the impact force a little.

"You're not even trying," Santana sighed, "Next one, Zoey."

A rolled up magazine sped in Rachel's direction, hitting her in the arm with a resounding smack.

"Awful. I suggest you do something next, Berry," Santana said, eyeing the next object floating beside her. "It's gonna leave a pretty bad mark if you don't do something about it."

Upon hearing Santana's words, Rachel cracked an eye open and let out a gasp. A wooden photo frame was levitating next to Santana's head, ready to come her way at any second.

Rachel noted Santana's slight head nod, and next thing she knew, the wooden piece was flying towards her. She felt helpless, unable to move an inch. It would hurt so badly. She knew Santana always disliked her, but this was taking things too far. Rachel just had time to shut her eyes tight and hope the damn frame didn't hit her in the face. The pain would hit her any millisecond now.

Curiously, the pain never came, only the softest pressure against her chest. Rachel opened her eyes in time to see the once hard frame softly undulating, light like a feather, towards the floor.

"You did it!" Zoey squeaked excitedly, clapping her hands.

"See, told you it was going to work," Santana smirked smugly.

"I still think this could have ended terribly," Rachel chimed in, taking a tentative step forward and walking towards the others sitting on the floor, when she discovered that she could move her body again.

"Huh… where do you think you're going?" Santana stopped the small woman. "We're not finished here."

"I'm tired of your torture, Santana. Can't we take a break?"

"Such a wuss… but fine. Who's next?"

"I'll go," Quinn stood up and looked at Santana, "Now what?"

Santana glanced mischievously at Zoey, "Get her, squirt!"

They used the same technique on Quinn; Zoey making things fly towards Quinn, but unlike Rachel, the blonde was doing a great job. One after the other, objects were hitting Quinn's invisible protective shield, falling to the floor, unable to penetrate it.

"Awesome, Quinn!" Santana praised, while the kids cheered. "Let's make things a little harder, let's try two at the same time. Think you can handle it, blondie?"

"Bring it on," Quinn retorted, a challenging smirk appearing at the corner of her lips. She flexed her knees slightly, and furrowed her brows in concentration, waiting for the horde of flying things to come at her.

Things were going great. Quinn's skin was starting to shine with perspiration, but she was able to hold the bubble around her hit after hit. She had to admit that it was a little difficult to keep the shield upright, now that several objects were trying to bring it down. But she was not a quitter, she was going to keep it impenetrable, she could do it. She was Quinn Fabray. It was getting harder to hold it by the minute, but she could do it, if it wasn't for Santana Lopez joining the party. The dark haired woman decided to help her daughter, and threw a book from a different direction. The opposite angle of attack and too many things colliding with her shield was enough to make it crumble. Not only did it crumble, but all the stuff thrown her way hit her in distinct parts of her body, making her land with her ass on the carpet.

"Oh my God, Quinn, are you okay?" Santana ran worriedly to the blonde's side.

"I'm fine," she replied, rubbing her elbow. Quinn looked around her and saw what struck her. There was a pillow, the photo frame that Rachel had make soft and was again stiff, and the glass pretty much shattered now, a green candle, and of course, the book. "But that book sure is hard."

"I'm sorry, I though you would hold it."

"Yeah, me too. At least now I know that stuff from places not directly in my line of sight is not so easy to block," Quinn shrugged and took the hand Santana offered her to lift her up.

"I guess we should stop for today, we don't want more injuries."

"Injuries? Is anyone hurt?" Tina's worried voice sounded from the doorway.

"No, I just fell flat on my butt," Quinn smiled.

Tina chuckled a little, "Anyway, Mercedes sent me get you all, dinner's ready. I'm going to tell the others."

"Okay, we'll be down in a minute," Santana smiled at the retrieving woman.


Dinner time was one of Santana's favorite. All of them would share their progress with the powers, and discuss ways of improving. At this moment, the table was practically shaking with laughter as Quinn told them about Rachel's training. Santana had never been a crowd person, but for some reason, sitting at Quinn's dining table, surrounded by all those grinning faces, she realized that she loved this. It'd only been a week and some days, but she'd grown to love these people, these kids, and decided that she didn't want to be in her lifeless apartment anymore, living a lonely life.

Sure, she had no one to live with, since Elle would never want to live with her and her heart was not available to someone new, but Santana could always invite the girls and the kids to come visit. That would be fantastic.

"…did you, Sanny?" Lily's voice brought her back from her thoughts.

"Huh?"

"I was saying that you didn't give up on Rachel."

"Yeah, well, I knew she would do something sooner or later," Santana shrugged.

"I still think you were just doing that to torture me," Rachel pouted slightly.

"Maybe… you should've seen your face," Santana cracked up, soon followed by Quinn and then everyone at the table.

"Come on, let's clean this mess," Mercedes said, still chuckling once in a while. "Movie time is up next and then bed. I don't want you all dragging yourselves around nor sleeping until lunch. We have to spend some group time, and that won't happen if you get up late and train in the afternoon, so get moving people."


A/N: I'm sorry that this has been moving slowly until now, but things should start to happen next chapter. Thank you so much for reading, and drop a review if you feel like it. :)