A/N: So, the chapter after this will have a time jump. I have most of the next one written, just need to finish actually typing it. Some more gleeks will be introduced and at least one of them will find out about Santana ... but who? Also, things should be getting a little more interesting soon, I promise.

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Chapter Nine

Quinn sat on the counter in Sue's basement, watching Rachel and Santana spar. She was surprised at how well the smaller brunette was keeping up with the Latina. It was almost as though she knew what the slayer was going to do before she did it. Santana was actually breaking a sweat.

"I totally wish I had recruited her to the Cheerios a long time ago," Sue said, making the other blonde jump.

"I always wondered why you didn't," Quinn commented. Rachel had always been in shape and was the perfect size for a flier.

"She's had the determination, sure, but I hadn't realized she had the endurance of physical strength."

"Why now?"

"Necessity, originally," Sue answered, leaning against the counter next to Quinn and watching the brunettes. "I needed a reason to be seen with her on a regular basis without asking too many questions, but now I think she's a great addition to the squad as well."

"So, I'm really going to turn into a furry creature during the full moon?" Quinn asked, even though she was starting to believe all this stuff.

Sue sighed. "Yes, Q. I hate to say it, but yes."

"What's with the cage?"

"Well, I assumed you wouldn't want to attack anyone like you were, and the cage would be more comfortable than chains and shackles." Quinn paled. "It'll also keep you safe, Q. People saw the wolf that bit you and they are already forming hunting parties. We don't want you getting mixed up in that."

"So, what's Rachel's deal?" Quinn asked, knowing the brunette's were wearing ear plugs and wanting to change the subject.

"Apparently, the little diva takes a short cut through Angel Park after one of her dance classes. Lopez wouldn't let her go alone and she saw her slay a vampire," Sue replied. "When she found out the truth, Streisand said she wanted to help."

"Hence the Cheerios." Sue nodded. "But, what is she?" Quinn asked.

"What do you mean?" the older blonde said with a frown.

"I mean, look at her," the girl said, gesturing toward the sparring pair. "She's keeping up with Santana and she saw me that night, before I yelled."

"As far as I know, she's not of supernatural descent."

Santana groaned as Rachel landed yet another hit. She held up a hand and pulled out her ear plugs as she tried to catch her breath. The shorter girl handed her a bottle of water as she too pulled out her plugs. "Damn Rach, where'd you learn to fight like that?"

"I may have failed to inform you and Coach of my martial arts experience from various summer camps I've attended through the years," the singer answered. "Being so small, my dads were always concern about me being able to protect myself if necessary."

"Alright, that's enough," Sue yelled. "All of you should head home, eat dinner with your families, then you're out on the streets. Q, I know this will be your first time going out with Santana, but keep your wits about you. We can't have you freezing up again."

~*Pezberry*~~*Pezberry*~~*Pezberry*~~*Pezberry*~~*Pezberry*~~*Pezberry*~

Rachel frowned as she walked into her living room. She looked at the coffee table where her dinner was set and she could have sworn she had placed the remote next to her plate. Putting her glass down, she looked around the room, lifting pillows and cushions in search of the device. The diva was starting to worry about her sanity as this wasn't the first time she had misplaced something. Just this morning she spent a half hour looking for her keys, which she normally leaves in a bowl by the front door, but were on the kitchen counter for some reason. She mentioned it to Santana, but the Latina just scoffed and said she was being paranoid and absentminded.

"Rach?"

"Hey daddy," she answered distracted as she continued looking for the remote.

Hiram walked into the room, noticing all the blankets, pillows and cushions on the floor. "Looking for something?" he asked.

"The remote," Rachel huffed.

"Oh you mean this?" he asked, holding up the silver remote. "You left it in the bathroom."

Rachel spun around and frowned again. "Why would I even bring it in there, let alone leave it in there?"

"Beats me. Anyway, your dad and I are heading out. You have the phone number to the hotel in Cleveland?"

"Yes daddy."

"Okay, we'll call you when we're settled to tell you the room number. Are you sure you don't want to come with us?"

"Yes, daddy, I'm sure. Besides, I can't miss that much school just because of a family friend's wedding," she answered, smiling at the taller man. "And, before you ask, yes I will be fine home alone. I'll actually probably end up staying at Santana's tonight. Her parent's invited me to stay there when they found out you would be out of town."

"Alright, well, be safe and have fun."

"Hiram, leave the poor girl alone and get your things into the car. We're already running late," LeRoy said, running down the stairs. He dropped his suitcase near the door and came back in to hug his daughter. "Love ya Rach. See you in a couple days."

"Love you too dad, tells the Smiths I said congratulations."

"Will do," LeRoy answered, giving her another squeeze before heading out the door.

"Bye dear," Hiram said, quickly kissing Rachel on her temple. "Love you."

"Love you too daddy, have fun."

Rachel had just enough time to eat her dinner before Santana came up to the house, ringing the doorbell. "Ready to go?"

"Sure am."

~*Pezberry*~~*Pezberry*~~*Pezberry*~~*Pezberry*~~*Pezberry*~~*Pezberry*~

"So, what does patrol consist of?" Quinn asked as she locked her door and joined Santana and Rachel. "I mean, are we looking for anything in particular?"

"Not tonight," Santana answered. "We'll just do a sweep of the cemeteries and parks, then head back. The night you followed us, we knew there was a werewolf running around, so we were kind of looking for it, but other than that, I usually just encounter vampires, at least so far."

"Will I get trained in a weapon like you guys?"

"I'm rather surprised Coach didn't have you training on one earlier. She had me working the crossbow right away," Rachel answered, unconsciously checking to make sure her crossbow was still securely slung across her back.

"Yea, well, until you are trained on something, stay near Rach, Q. She's a pretty good shot with that thing and you guys can stay further away from the action," Santana ordered kindly. "I don't want either of you getting hurt, anymore I guess," she added, quickly glancing at the blonde's arm that had barely healed.

"Coach says the bite marks will all but disappear when I first change, something about a werewolf's quick healing or something like that," Quinn mused, looking at her arm herself. "I can't say I'll complain about that. It'll be nice to be able to wear short sleeves in public again."

"I'm still trying to get Mr. Schu to change our costumes for our group number this week, but he's being pretty adamant about the shirts," Rachel said. "Maybe he'll be okay with you adding a jacket. We usually each have something a little different about our outfits," she mused.

"Alright guys, we're near the first cemetery, so let's try to keep the talking to a minimal. Rach, you know the drill," Santana said, her voice lowering to a whisper as they cleared the gates. The diva nodded, holding Quinn back until the slayer had walked a few paces ahead of them, then followed.

"How are we safer back here?" Quinn whispered.

"You look left, I'll look right," Rachel answered just as quietly. "Keep looking behind us too. In my research on werewolves, I learned they have great hearing, even in human form. I think Coach might be hoping those advanced abilities will come before you change."

"What else have you learned?" Quinn asked curiously, as she looked behind her. She glanced at Rachel quickly and noticed she was muttering something under her breath. "Rach?"

"Stop," she answered, ignoring the blonde's question, and pointed toward Santana who had her left hand up in a fist. "A vampire is nearby, let's stand back to back. If you see anything, let me know immediately," she said, pulling her crossbow at the ready.

"How does she know there's one nearby?" Quinn answered, doing as told. She was already a werewolf, she didn't want to be a vampire too, if that was even possible.

"The way I understand, it's some kind of sixth sense," Rachel answered. "If she has her left hand up in a fist, a vampire is nearby, but she doesn't know where. If her hand isn't fisted, she's seen the vampire."

Quinn glanced behind her quickly and saw Santana unfist her hand, pointing to her right a little. "I take it the vampire is to the right?" she asked.

"Yep," Rachel answered. Quinn felt her shift so she was now facing the right. "Keep watching behind me please, just in case."

"Oh, right, sorry," she responded, moving so she was once again back to back with the short brunette. "So, we just stand here?"

"It's coming at you!" Santana yelled.

Quinn heard Rachel let loose a bolt. "Got him!"

The blonde spun around, looking for the vampire, but could only see a bunch of dust floating away in the wind. "Where is he?"

Santana walked up to the pair, dusting herself off. "Damn I wish I hadn't been downwind from him," she groaned. "Oh, and vamps turn to dust when you kill them. It definitely makes for real easy clean-up."

"Much more so than on True Blood," Rachel commented with a slight shiver of disgust, causing Santana to laugh. "I guess I should have told you to turn around right before I shot him, since the whole purpose of you coming was to prove all this to you."

"It's fine," Quinn said, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "Where to next?"