Quinn showed off her black eye and split lip with as much pride as she could muster. Santana wasn't too thrilled with waking up in bed, in her pajamas, while her mother rotted away in some cell over a murder she didn't commit. Santana took her anger out on anyone who wasn't Rachel, and several of the Cheerios went home crying before the bell for first period rang. It wasn't like Simon was in any better shape. Santana woke him up with a fork in his shoulder, which she broke the handle off of, and then sent him to the police station to figure out what the hell was going on with her mother.

With the fork still in his shoulder, half-broken, and practically melted into his skin.

So, yes, Quinn was very much so proud that she walked away from everything with a black eye and a split lip.

She tensed when Santana walked up behind her, and the demon tapped Quinn's lip with the gentleness of an elephant in a glass menagerie.

"Fuck off," Quinn groaned, smacking away her hands. "I apologized already."

"Does not mean I have accepted it. My mother spent the night in jail, for a murder she more than likely did not commit, and you and Simon let Archangels take her away."

"There aren't any Archangels in Lima," Quinn frowned. "They're not allowed to be-

"Away from the Heavens longer than a few hours? Yes, I know, but Simon is never wrong about certain things. He could smell the Oil on them when we got there. My mother needs to be unharmed, or this busted lip will seem like child's play."

Quinn knew Santana would never kill her, they were too close for that, but that didn't mean Santana wouldn't make Quinn feel as much pain as possible.

"Noted," Quinn sighed.

"Great. Where is Rachel?"

Quinn gestured down the hall and said, "She's been with Mike all morning."

"Mike? Why Mike?"

Quinn glanced at Santana, confused, and she said, "They're lab partners in Chemistry remember? They're probably talking about the project. You know, the same damn project you refuse to help me with?"

"The project is a six-page research paper on an element of our choice. Ridiculous to write that much on one element but it is not the weirdest assignment I have seen at this school."

"I'm sure there's a point in there somewhere," Quinn said dryly.

"The project is due in five weeks. I have known Mike for the last five years, and never has he started a project early. I doubt that has changed in a few hours."

Had it not been for the fact Quinn knew Santana, knew her every mood, she would've missed the slight tightening of her eyes and the way her nose wrinkled. She was on a short leash, but Quinn would never pass up an opportunity to tease her favorite demon.

"Why don't you go over there and see for yourself?"

Without missing a beat, Santana flicked Quinn on the lip and walked away while Quinn hissed in pain. The pain was worth it, but she couldn't wait until Maria was back home. She ran her tongue over her lip to catch the blood and followed behind Santana, hoping Mike and Rachel were genuinely talking about the Chemistry project.

Rachel leaned against the locker and flicked a piece of lint off her hoodie. Well, it was Santana's hoodie, but same difference. Mike adjusted the bag over his shoulder and rubbed the back of his neck.

"How'd you know?" Mike asked.

"I just did. How did you get here?"

"The wind blew me here."

"If I didn't know your people, I would slap you for such an idiotic comment," Rachel scowled.

"No, you wouldn't."

Rachel hummed. "Fine, but you still didn't answer my question," she said.

"I was serious. One day, I woke up, and the wind spoke to me. It quite literally blew me in this direction, and it stopped once I got here. I haven't heard, felt, or seen the wind since, so I assumed this is where I needed to stay. At least for now."

"Where were you before?"

Mike frowned and looked at her, or rather, through her. He seemed like he was a million miles away and Rachel thought the Zephyr sounded haunted as he said, "Chizhou City, Mount Jiuhua. It was the safest place I could think of, but…I needed to move."

Rachel wanted to push, but she recognized a dead end when she saw one. Her stomach lurched, a feeling she'd been having ever since she got up that morning, and she glanced over her shoulder to see Santana and Quinn making their way towards them.

"When do you plan on telling her?"

"Tell her what?" Rachel said distractedly.

"That you love her."

Rachel didn't bother asking how he knew that. Zephyrs were in tune with not only the air around them but with people as well. Rachel could stand there and lie straight to his face, but it wouldn't make a difference, he would know the truth. Instead, she lowered her voice and said, "I don't plan on telling her anything other than what she needs to know. And she doesn't need to know that."

"How come? That's a pretty big thing. Don't you think she deserves to hear it from you?"

Rachel looked Mike in the eyes and said, "Unless you can tell me here and now that she feels the same way, I won't put myself in that position. I fell in love with Santana the moment she rescued me from those caverns. When she left, I spent three weeks crying my eyes out for reasons I couldn't explain. Now that I'm around her again, I'm not going to ruin it with a feeling I can't understand myself."

"Is that why you two are acting so weird around each other?"

"What do you mean?"

"You two aren't talking to one another. It was obvious last night. And she's hurting, and she only feels that hurt when you're around."

Rachel sighed and played with a loose strand of hair. "I said something I shouldn't have, and I will apologize for how I said it, but I won't apologize for what I said. It was hurtful, sure, but I wasn't wrong. We're going to need the version of Santana that doesn't have a bleeding heart, and if she doesn't come to terms with what she did in the past, then the Hunters will be the least of our worries."

Mike stepped closer and muttered, "What makes you say that?"

"Because Finn and Azimio broke through Santana's magic in a few minutes. That magic has kept me safe for nearly a hundred years and all of a sudden, two low-level hunters destroy a barrier that's protected me from some of the best?" Rachel scoffed and shook her head. "Not a chance. Either Santana's magic failed me at the worst possible moment, or-

"Or they had supernatural help," Mike finished.

Rachel turned around again, saw that Santana was much closer than before, and she changed the subject, "I want to do Lithium."

Mike snorted and said, "Smooth."

"Could you have come up with anything better?"

"Better than what? What are you guys talking about?" Santana interrupted.

"How to kill a demon without leaving behind a blood trail," Mike deadpanned.

"Cute."

"I thought so. Why do you care? Jealous?"

"Watch it, Aang," Santana growled.

"Wait, you know what he is?" Rachel asked.

"Of course I know. Why do you think I keep Mike around? For fun?"

"Love you too," Mike drawled.

"Not my type."

"And what is your type?"

"Short, brunette, and the bane of my existence."

Rachel huffed and said to Mike, "Whatever. I'll see you later. If I don't leave now, I'll be late for English."

"I'll walk you," Quinn said, making her presence known. "It's not like we don't have the class together anyway."

"Do I have a choice?" Rachel said wryly.

"Not really," Santana paused and added, "Katara."

"Interesting. If I'm Aang and Rachel's Katara, would that make you Zuko?" Mike asked.

Quinn hummed and said, "He has a point."

Santana shrugged and glanced at Rachel before she said, "I think we can all agree Zuko was a better fit for Katara anyway."

Simon opened the door for Maria and slammed it shut. He had about thirty seconds before the compulsion wore off on the cops, and he didn't want to risk screwing up the one thing Santana asked him to do.

"I need to see San," Maria said.

Simon nodded, already planning on driving by the school, but when he saw the rash growing on Maria's arm when she lifted her hand, he cursed under his breath. Simon rolled down his window, stuck his head out and took a deep breath, and then pulled out of the lot. He drove past the street leading towards the high school and headed to the house. His lungs were starting to burn, and his eyes were watering, and Simon knew it had nothing to do with his lack of breathing.

When it seemed like he was about to pass out, Simon managed to get close enough to the house he could put the car in park and jump out. He stumbled to get away from Maria and inhaled when he was confident the air wasn't tainted.

"Simon?" Maria called out. "What's wrong?"

"Stay there!" he shouted. He coughed. "You need to stay by the car, okay? Did either officer touch you before I got there this morning?"

"Not really. One touched my hand after giving me coffee. Why?"

Simon grabbed the phone out of his pocket and scrolled through the numbers until he found Quinn's. Santana gave it to him that morning until he could get his own. He shot off a quick text to Quinn, telling her what was going on, and then he turned back to find Maria crossing the driveway towards him.

"NO!" he screamed. "Seriously, stay over there."

"But…why? What's going on? I wanna see San."

"You have Holy Oil in and on you," he said. "That's why you have the rash."

"What?!" Maria screeched. She held out her arms and started tearing at her clothes.

"Stop! You need to calm down, or it'll spread through your system faster."

"But-

"I know. I know. But you have to calm down. I can't help if I'm dead too."

Maria's eyes widened, and she backed away towards the car. Simon felt the phone vibrate, saw that Quinn had responded, and was glad that she was sending the witch. He was going to need a lot of help in making sure the Holy Oil gets out of Maria before Santana loses her patience and decides to handle things herself.

"Okay," he called out. "You're going to get sick, alright? You won't die, there's too much human blood inside of you, but you will be very sick. I have someone on the way because I can't be around you for too long, alright?"

"Don't tell San," she pleaded.

"You and I both know that's not gonna happen. If it weren't for Quinn, Santana would be on her way to the police station ready to burn it down with everyone inside."

Quinn saw the message and showed the phone to Rachel.

"I don't understand," Rachel whispered.

"Oh, right, you wouldn't know what that means. Anyway, Simon thinks some of those cops at the station poisoned Maria with Holy Oil. Unfortunately, it's fatal to any demon, no matter where they were born nor who their parents are, and it does damage to humans as well. Simon needs help getting the Oil out because he can't be around her for too long."

"Alright. What do you need me to do?"

"Keep Santana distracted until the end of the day?" Quinn suggested.

"You're joking," Rachel deadpanned. "Her mother has poison in her system, and you want me to lie and keep her in the dark? How in the world do you plan on me doing that?"

Quinn smiled sheepishly. "Maybe you can figure it out? Don't you two have something you need to talk about?" she asked.

"I will not start that conversation as a distraction, but I'll figure it out. You owe me though."

"Fine. I'm going to grab Tina because I'll need help. If Santana asks, just come up with something."

"You went to the bathroom, and I haven't seen you since."

"Thanks!" Quinn whispered before jumping up and going to the bathroom.

Quinn ran down the hall, trying to remember which class Tina was in, and she hoped the two of them could get out of the school without Santana knowing.