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They were sitting at the giant dining table of Lopez Manor in Tucson, Arizona. The coffee mugs in front of them remained untouched.

"Come on, you guys." Santana was the only one who looked somewhat cheerful among the group of four. "Stop being such party poopers. Tucson is not exactly Vegas, I know, but it's still a pretty decent city to hang out. I know the best strip clubs around here. Who wants to join?"

"You are pretty happy considering you just needed to leave that blond woman behind", Sam commented dryly. "You two were pretty close. Did I miss something?"

"A lot", Mercedes answered with a cocked eyebrow. She compassionately looked over to Santana. "I'm sorry about that, though. But you did the right thing, San. Who knows what consequences there would have been if we had fucked up the timeline because you brought her with us?"

Santana's smile looked forced. "Hey, I'm over it. I did the right thing even though it hurt like hell. It's been three days."

Three days since they needed to watch Brittany face the angry mob that thought she was a witch before the spell brought them back to the present and teleported them directly to Santana's mansion. Santana had no idea how the hell she had done that, but she was happy they didn't need to drive across the continent anymore.

"How's Kurt?", Rachel asked tentatively while she stared down the brown liquid in her mug.

"Still asleep last time I checked", Mercedes said with a worried frown "For three days now. Why don't we bring him to hospital again?"

"Because he's already recovering and also because Brainwarp could find us more easily if the doctors told the media how they are treating someone who's technically a robot", Santana deadpanned.

"If Kurt could hear you he would so call you out now", Sam smirked. "I can already hear his voice in my head." His smile disappeared after a while, though. "But seriously: What are we going to do now? Hide in Lopez manor like pathetic cowards and wait for Brainwarp to execute their devilish plans?"

Rachel played with her mug thoughtfully. "I don't want to just sit around and wait. Other than you guys, I don't have no powers that could help me during a fight, so I decided to take lessons in martial arts. There is a kickboxing school not far from here."

Mercedes threw her a worried glance. "But don't let those aliens catch you on the way, okay? We're already one member short of our freak club."

…

Rachel looked down on the sheet of paper in her hands and into the empty room in front of her. Was it the right address? Maybe it wasn't. She was about to turn around again and leave when a male voice made her stop.

"If you're here for the kickboxing lessons – you're at the right place."

She turned around again. In front of her stood a tall young man with dark hair, he smirked at her playfully.

"Good to know." She entered the room, a spacious gym, and put her purse onto a stool. Hopefully, she was dressed right for the session. She had replaced her usual skirt, blouse, and high-heeled ankle boots with black tights, a burgundy tank top, and white sneakers, her brown hair was in a ponytail. "Am I your only student?"

"Looks like that." The guy looked around in the empty room. "Since we are five minutes into the first lesson, I'd say we just start. I want you to run ten laps."

Rachel's face fell. "Running? What does that have to do with-"

"Do you want me to double up the laps? You are literally asking for it", the man had the nerve to reply.

She gasped for air but turned on her heel and started running.

Fifteen minutes later, she stopped next to him, all out of breath. He had been serious; he wanted her to run twenty laps. Rachel's thighs were burning, stars were dancing in front of her eyes. Even though she was quite athletic thanks to all the dance sessions at NYADA, she felt exhausted already. The guy, however, just checked his timer, unimpressed.

"That's all you got?"

"Ex-excuse you?" Rachel gasped for air, not only out of exhaustion. "I was fast, you know that!"

"Well, not fast enough for me", he smirked. "And now lie down. Twenty pushups, three sets."

Rachel didn't believe what he just said. "Pushups?", she repeated incredulously.

"Yes."

"But…why? I thought you were going to show me how to fight!"

The man laughed shortly. "How can I do that if you didn't strengthen your body first? Now, do as I say, apprentice!"

Rachel gritted her teeth. "Alright, alright", she muttered, defeated. "Can you at least tell me first what your name is?" So that she could wish him hell afterwards.

"Jesse", he said with a condescending smile "Jesse St. James. But enough of that, I'm still waiting for the pushups!"

Jesse was damn lucky Rachel was too exhausted to give him a piece of her mind.

…

It was getting way too boring to sit around in Santana's giant mansion, even though she had ten bedrooms, two gaming rooms, and three dining rooms (When they asked Santana how she had inheritated such a big house, the Latina had just smiled at them ambiguously. They really didn't want to know whatever that was supposed to mean). But Mercedes just needed to get out or else she would suffer severe claustrophobia and freak out. That's how she ended up walking down that alleyway for a short walk. Rachel had her martial arts lesson now, Santana and Sam went to god knew where, and Kurt was still in some kind of coma. They had installed apps on their phones that were connected to the camera in Kurt's room so that they could surveille him at any time and come running whenever he needed help.

She was still worried about him, though. What if he wouldn't wake up again? They had decided to call Kurt's parents after one week had passed and his condition hadn't changed.

Suddenly, someone grabbed Mercedes' arm and yanked her to a side street. She was way too surprised to react properly.

When she wanted to open her mouth to call for help, that someone covered it. "Hey, calm down. I won't hurt you. It's me, Mercedes."

Mercedes' eyes widened in shock when she recognized the person in front of her. From her dreams through Soraya's eyes. "O-Omari?"

…

Sam was lying under the covers on a motelbed, wearing nothing but a goofy smile on his face.

"I was great, wasn't I?" Kaz traced circles on his slightly muscular chest. She was just as naked as he was, the blanket was covering her boobs.

"You were incredible", he breathed. He then sat up in bed, took her hands from his chest and pulled her closer for another kiss. "I can't get enough of you."

"Good to know, Samuel." Kaz's red lips were swollen, her cheeks were red. Her dirty blond hair was messy. This way, Sam found her sexier than on all the magazines and runways where Kaz's makeup and outfits were abnormally perfect.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to order something?", he asked her, not noticing how Kaz's face expression shifted from dreamy to serious.

"How do you think this will turn out, Sam?", she asked him with her head cocked to the side. "I mean, we are supposed to be enemies. I want to take over your home planet. My friends want to see you dead."

"But you don't, right?", Sam asked, smirking.

"Not anymore, but that's not the point." Kaz sighed deeply. "I have to admit that you are a good dude. You have your qualities, and you are a good listener, plus you are pretty decent in bed…"

"Why thank you." He just couldn't stop smirking.

"But it still doesn't change my plans to brainwash the humans, okay?"

"Kaz…"

"Only because there is one decent half human among billions, we cannot change our minds."

"Kaz."

"Even if I did, Rex, Deacon, Bodhi, and Taj would still want to do it and-"

"Cascada." Only when Sam had called her by his special nickname for her, she stopped her rambling. "There is no need to overthink everything now. Fact is, we both have fun at the moment. We like being around each other. That's all that matters, right? No one can take that away from us, especially if we decide to keep it secret."

Kaz sighed again but sank against his chest anyway. "Do you know how unsexy guys are that are always right?"

Sam just winked at her. "The long list of happy past girlfriends I had begs to differ."

With a groan, she pulled him in for another hot kiss.

…

The young man in front of Mercedes looked like a younger, more attractive version of that rapper Drake. Her mouth went dry. How could Soraya only be friends with that sexgod? She looked down on her own body and her baby fat and wondered why exactly she was the one among them that was partly divine.

Omari let go of her. "I'm sorry I'm ambushing you like that, but I needed to get you alone. Without your white friends."

"Santana's Latina", she pointed out. "But the more important question is: How the hell are you here? Aren't you supposed to be, like, dead?"

He shook his head. "If you want to, we can talk about everything, but someplace cozier, not in some dirty sidestreet."

They went to a coffeeshop that was close and took a seat at a table in the back. "So…will you explain now?", Mercedes asked him while she was sipping on her Bailey's iced coffee. She felt like she really needed the alcohol to digest the facts she would learn now.

Other than her, he had opted for an iced green tea. "I assume that you know that Soraya was my best friend, right?"

She nodded in confirmation.

"Good. Soraya and I grew up together. I learned that she was a goddess when I was about twelve. Soraya was like a sister to me; I would have done everything for her. I left my wife and children to follow her around the world. Shortly before she disappeared forever, she told me that she would reward me for my loyalty." He took a deep breath and looked down on himself. "Since that day, I haven't aged a day nor gotten sick. I guess it must have been her who made me immortal."

Mercedes nodded. "And what happened to her?"

"She just disappeared. In the past two thousand years, I've been searching for her relentlessly. But I never found her. When I found out you were her successor, I started searching for you."

"How did you know it was me?"

"I just had a feeling. I just knew your powers were awakening; one part of Soraya was awakening in you." His hand brushed hers shortly, but that touch sent chills down her spine. He looked her deep in the eyes. "I want to help you, Mercedes. I want to help you control your abilities."

…

Just when Santana was sure that everyone else had left the house – safe for Kurt who probably wouldn't wake up that soon – she slipped into her own bedroom and went straight to her walk-in closet.

"I've been waiting for that so long", she moaned when she pulled someone out of her closet and started kissing her passionately.

Brittany kissed her back just as eagerly. Yes, she knew she had promised Mercedes to leave Brittany in her century, but she just couldn't help to save the blonde anyway. Santana couldn't quite explain why she felt so drawn to the other woman instantly, and Britt seemed to feel the same. She knew immediately that she couldn't be without her anymore. And she had absolutely no idea how to break the news to the others.

But for now, she was going to enjoy her time with the most amazing woman she had ever met. Brittany had taken the news that she was in the twenty first century now pretty well. "As long as I am with you, I don't care where I am", she had deadpanned, and for that sentence, Santana fell a little more for her, if that was possible.

"Say, Britt, are you in the mood for a milkshake?" Her horny mind was absolutely not thinking about Kelis' Milkshake. Nope. Absolutely. Not.

Brittany who was oblivious to the sexual innuendo smiled at her blissfully. "I do not know what a milkshake is, but I would love to try one."

With a frown, Santana looked the blonde up and down. In the meantime, she had put off the middle age dress and wore one of Santana's bunny PJs, one of her least revealing outfits. "You need a makeover", she decided "Now."

The blonde clapped her hands in anticipation. "Like Elle from Legally Blonde? Yay!" While Santana had been hiding Britt in her walk-in closet in the past three days, she had lent her her iPad so that she wouldn't be bored. Seeing her awestruck because of the "magical board" that could miraculously play music and "plays" was so adorable. Brittany's naiveté in general was adorable.

With a warm feeling in her stomach Santana couldn't quite interpret, she dragged the blonde to her clothes.

Fifteen minutes later, Brittany was looking at herself in the mirror and Santana did everything in her power to control herself. The blonde wore a denim miniskirt to a yellow crop top and white heels, a grey cardigan completed the outfit. The hair was in a bun, some loose strands were curly thanks to Santana's curling iron, the red lipstick made her lips more kissable. Santana felt the urge to take her, there and now. But she quickly silenced her libido and linked arms with Brittany instead. They'd had enough sex in the past hours, their relationship couldn't just be physical. In the past, Santana hadn't cared about that, her reputation as the biggest whore in Arizona was hard to beat. But she didn't want to mess it up with Brittany. For some reason, she wanted to do it right this time.

With a grin, Santana shortly spanked a giggling Brittany's butt and declared: "Let's go to the mall!"