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I am SO sorry for the long wait! The (SPOILER ALERT) attack part near the end of the chapter gave me a lot of trouble, and it took me a lot longer than I expected to finish this chapter. But it's like WAY longer than usual, so I hope that makes up for it!

"Holly?" Santana scoffed. "She's harmless besides her obvious and somewhat strange obsession of Britt and me. But seriously, who wouldn't be obsessed with us?" Santana looked towards her girlfriend, expecting to see at least a flicker of a smile. Instead,

Brittany was looking even more confused than usual.

"How could she be evil? Her color was nice." Britt asked.

"She's powerful at mind manipulation. I'm guessing she tricked you as she tricked countless others." Sue said. Seeing Brittany's fallen face, she added in a rare moment of compassion, "Including me."

Quinn was strangely silent during this exchange. Her mind kept flashing back to What about for those of us who choose to remain celibate? And how disgusted she'd felt that she and Rachel were even being compared that way. (Quinn had chosen to remain celibate; Rachel had been forced upon it. Who would want to sleep with her?) Quinn's chest swelled with guilt at how she used to be. No wonder he was the one who" really saw her."

She shook her head slightly, and stared down at her legs.

Santana finally broke the silence and said, "So come with us! Why not? It's your chance to get that weasel back for manipulating you."

Sue shook her head. "I can't."

Bryan added as an explanation, "We consulted other Earthshapers when we first found out that Rachel had been kidnapped. They agreed that it was supposed to be you. Your existence in this town—each of you spiritually connected to one another—we don't think it was an accident. And even if it was a pure coincidence, we don't want to risk it. There's a reason you got the powers from your ancestors while your parents and grandparents didn't. The powers only show themselves in the people that choose to embrace their ancestry. The people that want to be special. We feel that there's a reason that the powers chose to show themselves in you four specifically."

Quinn could definitely understand why Rachel would get these powers. And Brittany didn't necessarily strive to be different, but she was happy with who she was and didn't try to change herself. She could even understand why Santana, power-hungry and ambitious, would get them. But why did she get them? Sure, Quinn was a perfectionist—or she used to be, anyway. But besides that, Quinn wanted to be like everyone else. Her whole life she had striven to be the same as every other popular girl in America, skinny and constantly surrounded by friends. Maybe that was the reason her powers weren't working, maybe they had never been there in the first place.

Was that something the Healing Sanctuary could fix too?

These thoughts occupied Quinn's mind as Santana and Sue argued back and forth. By the time Quinn forced the subject out of her mind, Santana had given into defeat. Stupid decision or not, the three girls were on their own.

The girls climbed out of the car, hauling backpacks out with them. The sentimentality of their goodbyes had long worn off, and instead of sadness, all Santana felt was fear. How the hell were they supposed to do this? She didn't know if Brittany had managed to conjure up any wind, and she was sure Quinn hadn't done anything useful with water. As hopelessness set it, Santana snapped her fingers desperately, praying that her powers hadn't made a disappearance. When a flame crackled up from her fingertips, she breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed Brittany's hand. One step at a time.

Pushing Quinn's wheelchair with a bravery she didn't know she had, Santana approached the appointed place in the field. With one last goodbye, the two adult figures in front of her disappeared as the three girls entered the portal into the Earthshaper world.

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"So, you're really…?"

"Yeah."

Santana stuck her hands in her pockets and looked at the ground in a rare moment of self-consciousness. Quinn knew it was up to her to make the first move, but didn't even know how to respond. What the hell were you supposed to say when your best friend-who-you-weren't-even-really-friends-with-anymore just came out to you as a lesbian?

The two girls sat in silence. Santana fingered the fringe on her blanket and Quinn sat on the very edge of the bed, feeling uncomfortable and out of place. She was used to feeling in power; in fact, she liked having power over the situation. And maybe it wasn't normal to want control constantly, but this was a hell of a time to practice breaking the habit. Because this was one situation where Quinn didn't have any power at all. And she did not like it.

Quinn was never one for speaking before she had collected her thoughts and knew her standpoint, but she knew sooner or later the real Santana was going to come back. And Quinn was going to get kicked out of the house if she didn't say something soon. "You know, sometimes I think girls are attractive too." She said without even thinking about it. Where had that come from? Santana raised an eyebrow, and more words spewed from Quinn's mouth as she attempted to backtrack. "I mean…everybody's got a little gay in them, right?" That sounded okay until Quinn realized what she might be accusing Santana of. "Not that I don't believe you or anything! Be gay if you want to be…I mean…not that it's a choice or anything…but…." She blushed furiously and finally just went silent. Quinn never did this kind of thing. She had spent her whole life working to be perfect, and it wasn't until recently that she realized she could screw up occasionally without the world crashing down. As it was, she was already turning red and desperately trying to turn the conversation around.

She had learned from the best, after all. If the Fabrays were good at anything, it was gaining command and keeping it. Emotions and all other weaknesses were shoved to the side. The first time Santana had come over, Mr. Fabray had immediately interrogated her. What does your father do? What church do you go to? It was just after Quinn's transformation from Lucy to Quinn, and she expected to lose her new friend almost immediately. Santana was tough though, and didn't even flinch during some of the harder questions. It's a good thing too. Mr. Fabray had said after hearing that Santana had both a mother and a father. There's a girl about your age nearby—Something Berry. She has two fathers, and I worry for that girl. It's just not healthy. Quinn cringed, thinking about some of the homophobic things her father had said in front of Santana, realizing just how bad that must've felt to a girl struggling with her sexuality.

"I'm sorry about the stuff my dad said," Quinn mumbled. Santana still hadn't said anything. "About—you know. I don't believe any of that, if it makes you feel any better."

Santana snorted. "If I cared what that jackass thought, would you be here right now? No offense, but you gots knocked up and went a little Lebanese in the same year."

Quinn rolled her eyes at 'gots' (she'd probably jump for joy when that annoying habit ended) and then raised an eyebrow. "Lebanese?"

"It's a private joke. Remember that date you went on with Berry?"

"What? After her nose appointment? That was not a date."

"Oh, please. Afterwards you sang a duet about how pretty you thought each other were."

Quinn decided to ignore her. "Whatever, Santana. It's the beginning of summer and next year is our senior year. I don't want to begin either by kicking your ass."

Santana cracked a smile. "You know, I really missed you, Fabray. Don't go all crazy-ass again."

"I'll try." The conversation stopped again, but this time it flowed into a more comfortable silence.

"Hey, Santana?" Quinn eventually ventured.

"Yeah?"
"How did you know…that you're…"

Santana smirked, just a little bit. "When I realized Puckerman was gross and we all deserved way better?"

Quinn scowled at Santana's response and looked at her hands. "Forget it."

Santana groaned. "Seriously, Q? Fine." She sighed. "I knew I was gay when I started falling in love with Brittany. It's not like I didn't guess before, but it was just one of those things where I could ignore it or pretend it wasn't there." She looked away from Quinn and started playing with the fringe again. "Falling in love with Brittany made it real. Because then there was a person that made my secret worth admitting."

Quinn shrugged nonchalantly. "Thanks, Santana. I just wondered."

Santana leaned back and relaxed into the pillows. "Whatever."

It was a sign of a mutual understanding not to make a big deal out of Santana's sexuality. (And even though Quinn hated to admit it, she knew it was also meant not to mention hers.)

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Trekking through some God-forsaken forest really brought out the worst in some people. And as much as Santana hated to admit it, she was one of them.

Immediately after going through the portal thing or whatever the hell it was, (Santana still didn't get the logistics of the real world vs. Earthshaper world) they immediately found themselves in the middle of a leafy wilderness that Santana had already dubbed "Hell on (Earthshaper) Earth." Because forests were generally you know, filled with trees, it was not exactly wheelchair accessible. Even though Bryan Ryan and Mike had decked out Quinn's chair, it still wasn't exactly easily pushing the thing over tree roots and branches.

Santana had spent a good ten minutes trying to figure out how to use the complicated maps before finally leaving the whole shebang to Britt. Hopefully her color tracking thing was still working, because otherwise they were probably getting hopelessly lost.

It was already getting dark, which kind of sucked, because as much as Santana hated maneuvering Quinn's ungrateful ass through God-knows-what, she still didn't want to stop. Within half a minute of arriving, Brittany had proudly announced that she could see wolf colors all over the place. At the time, Santana had just brushed off Quinn's concerns on the hope that they might make it out of the forest before nightfall. But now, with every passing minute that hope was becoming less and less likely.

"Water break." Santana announced without leaving any room for argument. Britt was willing to do whatever, and Quinn wasn't in any position to resist. Pushing the wheelchair from the back was hard enough and trying to push from the seat, as Quinn quickly found, was nearly impossible.

Santana snapped her fingers together as Bryan Ryan had taught her, and a spark shot up. She let it die quickly then repeated the exercise.

"I don't think that's going to help when the wolves arrive." Quinn said from her spot next to Brittany.

"Excuse me, but at least my powers are working. And no offense, but sitting there and complaining isn't really getting us anywhere either." Santana snapped. Truthfully, Bryan Ryan had already told her that she was ready to work with bigger flames. She still hadn't tried anything bigger than little flickers, mostly because she was scared of losing control. The last time she checked, trees were flammable. (And so were people.) Santana was mostly trying to avoid frying anyone before they could get to Rachel.

"Hey, San! Look what I can do!" Brittany called.

"Yeah, Britt?" Santana asked absentmindedly, still fixated on her fire.

Brittany stood up from her place on the ground and brushed her hands off. "You ready?" She asked excitedly, bouncing up and down in place. As if she couldn't wait a second longer, she began without a response. Jumping up and down in a strange, rhythmic sort of dance, she tossed her hands in the air and soared. Like, literally soared. In what might be mistaken for an odd tumbling routine, Britt twisted and spun through the air, her feet inches above the ground. She slowly started gaining speed, rising even higher, until Santana could feel the breeze from Brittany's dance on her face.

"Britt!" Santana called. "Honey, slow down!" If anything, Britt sped up—her figure blended together into a spinning blur and her routine started to lose control. Santana flew up from her seat and ran to the pulsating tornado that was her girlfriend. Without hesitation, she reached towards the tornado and tried to grab onto something to slow it down. Her hand closed around an arm, and the tornado sputtered. It tossed both Santana and Brittany into the air, and for one terrifying moment Santana was freefalling until she crashed straight into the hard ground.

"Ugh…" She groaned into the dirt. Santana sat up slowly, massaging her head. A dull ache throbbed on her skull, but otherwise she was unharmed. "Brittany?"

"Santana!" Brittany squealed with delight. She had landed near Santana, and didn't have any apparent damage. "Did you see that? Did you see me?"

"Are you guys okay?" Quinn called from her chair, yards away from where Santana and Brittany had landed.

"Britt-Britt?" Santana asked.

"That was fun!" Brittany grinned.

"You've got to be more careful." Santana scolded lightly, but she couldn't help but smile back.

"Okay, I will."

But wasn't that cool what I did? Wasn't it, San?

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The novelty of Brittany's powers had worn off, and fear had begun to sink in again. They had pulled through and walked for another few hours, but Santana had finally been forced to admit that they weren't going to make it out of the forest before nightfall. So once she had spotted a particularly tall tree, Santana announced that they would be setting camp for the night.

"Quit the crap, Quinn. We've got to get you up here before the wolves come, and it's not like you can climb yourself. So get on my back and hold on dammit." Santana snapped. Quinn had been as stubborn as usual when they had tried to get her up the stupid tree.

"We haven't even eaten yet. And I don't want to climb that thing twice." Rebutted Quinn obstinately. Santana's stomach grumbled, and it wasn't until then that she realized that Quinn was right. It wasn't until then that she even realized she was hungry. Santana sighed deeply and ran a hand through her hair. She sure hadn't expected this to be easy, but it was already a thousand times harder than she expected.

"And we're not even close to Rachel yet!" She barked into the forest. Brittany and even Quinn, who a moment ago was close to a temper tantrum, looked concerned.

"San? You okay?" Quinn asked warily, one hand on her wheel as if ready to make a run for it. Santana resisted the urge to roll her eyes. It wasn't like she was having amental breakdown or anything.

I'm sorry, S. I didn't mean to scare you. I won't use my powers again, if that makes you feel better. The wind whispered in Santana's ear. Tears came to her eyes without warning, and before she could stop them they were already running down her cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" Brittany asked. Worry filled her eyes, the colors blurring together and hardening into an icy, almost colorless blue.

Santana didn't even know why she was crying. One second she was fine, the next…she was crying. Santana never cried. She had cried only once recently—or well, twice. But both were for really good reasons. The first was when she had called her grandmother to invite her to glee's sectionals. Her own grandmother had hung up on her. The second was the day of Rachel's wedding. One of her best friends had nearly died. And so, well, Santana rarely cried.

Yet here she was, big crocodile tears sliding down her cheeks. "I…" She stammered. "Nothing." Santana brushed the tears off her face. "Let's cook something to eat and then get out of here."

There was a river nearby, fairly small but usable. Brittany predicted when a fish was coming, and Santana swiped at the waves fruitlessly. They all knew that the process would've gone by a lot quicker if Quinn's powers were working, but nobody said it out loud. This went on for nearly a half hour, the sky growing darker by the minute. Finally, Santana got impatient enough to start slamming flames into the water, killing any nearby fish and cooking it to a crisp. The fish were black and tasted like dirt, but nobody complained.

"Time to hide." Santana announced as the unofficial leader of the group. Quinn climbed onto Santana's back without any argument, lacing her fingers together around Santana's neck as tightly as she could. Santana grunted as she climbed, just focusing on reaching for one branch after the other. She ignored the pain in her hands, scoured raw by the rough branches, and her aching back. Quinn tried to be helpful during the climb, but there wasn't a lot she could do.

It didn't take long for Santana's arms to go out, and she was forced to retire. She set Quinn down on the nearest branch, and gave herself a moment to rest. "Thanks, S." Quinn mumbled.

"Really?" Santana breathed heavily and rubbed her sore hands. "After Sue's Cheerios practices, that was nothing." Quinn forced a smile, but both girls were too anxious to enjoy the moment.

Santana returned to the ground and gathered the supplies as Britt ascended to Quinn. Giving a goodbye to the place where they had spent their evening, Santana scrambled back up the branches. She was surprised by how easy it was now that she didn't have Quinn hanging off her back.

Santana stared down at the forest floor, suddenly feeling a strong wave of homesickness. She longed to be back with her parents, back to living a life of ignorant bliss. She didn't ask for any responsibility. She didn't want this. But then again, Santana glanced at the faces of the two girls next to her, neither did Brittany or Quinn. And Rachel—how could she forget Rachel? Rachel was alone, and scared, and didn't have a clue what was happening. Rachel got the worse end of the deal, and here Santana was complaining. She sat up a bit straighter. They had to get there for Rachel, she reminded herself. The thought didn't comfort her much, but it was enough to keep her going.

The woods seemed to mirror the girls' mood. During the day, it had seemed just an ordinary forest, filled with trees and nature and whatnot. But at night, an odd glow inhabited the forest in place of darkness. It was probably better than not being able to see at all, but it still unsettled Santana. It was a constant reminder that they were in completely unfamiliar territory, and had no idea of what was to come next. The blue glow settled over everything and cast long, angular shadows in the dirt, only reinforcing the gloomy feel of the night.

The girls sat, and waited. Santana considered suggesting sleep, but quickly decided against it. She doubted anyone would be able to sleep tonight.

Still nothing. Her eyelids grew heavy. Maybe Britt had been wrong, or maybe the wolves didn't go into this part of the woods. Santana had to steady herself more than once on the branch as sleep threatened to overcome her. She yawned. That was another reason it wasn't a good idea to sleep…

Auuurgh. A snarl sounded loudly from below, jolting Santana awake. A part of her hoped that she was wrong, but she knew from the moment she heard the noise what it was. Wolves.

Brittany grabbed Santana's hand, her face glowing with fear. Quinn clutched the base of the tree, her eyes frozen on the ground below.

The entire forest went silent.

Auuurgh The sound was heard again, and without warning the tree shook violently, nearly throwing Santana from her perch. She clutched Brittany's hand tightly; she wasn't going to let anything happen to Brittany. Santana searched the forest floor for any sign of the wolves, but the trees' shadows made the ground hard to see. The tree shook again, but not as fiercely as before. Even so, Santana's heart pounded in her chest. The wolves were right under them.

Quinn suddenly made a dive for one of the backpacks. "What are you doing?" Santana hissed. Quinn ignored her, and started fishing through the bag desperately. Santana decided to let her be, and instead returned her attention to the ground. Were they still there?

Quinn found whatever she was looking for, and leaned precariously (particularly for a paraplegic) across the branch to shove something into Santana's hands. "What—" Santana began, but then the item came into focus. Oh. It was a flashlight. Santana twisted the light around in her hands, looking frantically for the on switch. The light at last turned on, looking particularly bright in the weird gloom, and Santana aimed it towards the ground.

A flicker of movement caught her eye near the base of the tree, and she searched the ground for any signs of wolves. At last something came into focus, and Santana squinted to see…oh. Only one word came to her mind: Fangs.

Fang Woods. Fang Woods. Fang Woods. Santana would've screamed the name if her voice wasn't caught in her throat, strangling her so she couldn't breathe. How could she have been so stupid?

The creatures near the base of the tree barely looked anything like regular wolves. First of all, they were huge. Their heads were the size of a washing machine and their paws were as big as basketballs. Their fur was ragged and scruffy, matted in places from what Santana hoped was mud. But their most distinguishing feature, which Santana noticed immediately even from high up in the tree, was the fangs: several feet long and sharpened to a point.

The wolves growled and snapped at the flashlight's light and Santana fumbled to switch it off. The damage was already done; the light confirmed the presence of the girls in the tree. The wolves returned to charging at the tree, this time shaking it so hard that one of the backpacks was tossed to the ground. The wolves ceased their mission long enough to investigate the backpack; it was soon torn to shreds. Santana winced at the sound. There went their valuable supplies.

The girls went into action; Santana and Brittany each grabbed one of the remaining backpacks and threw them on as quickly as they could. Santana hesitated about what to do with Quinn because they hadn't planned for this. Suddenly the tree gave another violent lurch, and Santana just threw an arm tightly around Quinn's middle. She glanced mournfully at the branch below where they had tied down the wheelchair.

Just as quickly as it had begun, the rocking stopped. Santana dared to hope that the wolves had left. Nothing. She snuck a look down at the ground. Nothing. She whispered, "Do you think they—"

Before she could even think, she was freefalling through the air. "Britt! Quinn!" Santana called, but the roaring of the wind was so loud she couldn't even hear herself. Time seemed to slow down, and she was vaguely aware of the fact that she wasn't holding onto Quinn anymore.

She slammed into the ground, landing on her back. It knocked the wind out of her, and she lay gasping for breath while desperately trying to call out. Where was Britt…Quinn…fangs…

A wolf sprang out of nowhere, aiming for her face. Now that it was close, she could see every detail. Its eyes were red and angry, but what scared her was the fact that they were so human in intelligence. She could tell the wolf was not relying on animalistic instinct, but was completely aware of what it was doing. It was almost as if these creatures had once been human…

Santana closed her eyes, prepared to die. She awaited the inevitable strike, waited to feel her throat get torn out…

Nothing. She dared open an eye. The wolf was nowhere in sight. Santana sat up slowly, bracing herself for the assault. Oh. What once was the wolf was now a charred mess, surrounded by dying sparks and a fine black dust. Santana whistled softly. She now owed Bryan Ryan her life.

But where was everybody else? The only body nearby was that of the wolf that had been about to attack her. She guessed that any other wolf nearby would've been scared off, but what about Brittany or Quinn?

"Brittany! Quinn!" She yelled.

"Santana!" The voice was distant and muffled, but Santana could tell it was filled with panic. The relief she had felt from surviving her attack evaporated.

"Quinn! Brittany!" She screamed.

A pause. "Santana!" She took off running, her heart pounding in her chest. Brittany.

It didn't take her long to find Brittany, who was surrounded by three wolves. She was desperately trying to defend herself using her wind, but was mostly failing. The wolves would stumble back a few feet during each gust, but it wouldn't deter them from long. Britt just wasn't powerful enough to defend herself against such huge animals.

"Santana!" It was a different call, from another direction. Santana turned around, and was met with a similar sight. Quinn was stranded on the ground, roughly ten wolves slowly approaching the obvious weaker one of the group.

Santana desperately looked between the two girls… "Hurry up," she mumbled. "You can't wait." The choice was obvious, and she made it without thinking. Stumbling in the direction of Brittany, Santana tried to logistically find a way to fry the wolves without hurting Britt. She made a split-second decision and ran in front of Britt, forcing herself to step towards the wolves without thinking first. Closing her eyes, she tried to do what she had done before. Come on she thought furiously. Come on! She hadn't even been thinking about it before, and now she was failing. A wolf charged towards Brittany, and Santana turned around long enough to see the submission in her girlfriend's eyes as she watched the approaching wolf…

Santana threw herself in front of Brittany just quickly enough to knock her down before the blast. The explosion was so hot that Santana felt numbness instead of pain as the fire danced up her back. Even though she was turned away from the flames, she could still see the explosion in the reflection of Brittany's eyes. Santana hoped Quinn was okay…

The fire finally cleared, thankfully without setting anything else alight. Santana sat up quickly, looking for Quinn. "Quinn!" She called. "Quinn!"

She grabbed Brittany's hand and hauled her up. The two tore across the blackened floor towards where Quinn had last been. Although Santana was thankful to see that the wolves had disappeared, there was no sign of Quinn.

"Santana!" Brittany yelled from behind her. "I found her!"

Quinn was lying on the ground, covered in soot and dirt but otherwise unharmed. She wasn't saying anything.

"Quinn?" Santana asked carefully.

"I'm glad to see how you feel about me!" Quinn snapped.

"What the hell, Quinn?" Santana asked, surprised by Quinn's response. "I just saved your ass!"

"After you saved Brittany's!" Santana glanced at Brittany, who didn't look offended. She looked more concerned about Quinn.

Santana looked back at Quinn. The blonde girl didn't just look angry or annoyed this time. She looked absolutely furious.

"Yes, Quinn. I admit it. I saved Brittany first. My girlfriend. But you think I just abandoned you?"

"Yes. That's exactly what I think." Quinn probably would've done one of her infamous storm-outs if she hadn't been stranded on the ground. The scene felt a lot like junior year—besides the fact that they were in the middle of the woods and covered in soot from an explosion Santana created.

"Quinn." Santana sighed. It wasn't like she wanted to have to make that decision. "I'm sorry, okay? But it's over. And hopefully, it won't happen again. Now let's go before those fanged things can come back."

Quinn turned away, her trademark scowl on her face. "You don't understand."

Santana threw her hands up in the air in frustration. "You're right, I don't. As a matter of fact, I think you're just being selfish. But please," she spat as her anger got the best of her. "Enlighten us, Quinn."

"I have to get to Rachel!" Quinn yelled. The outburst surprised Santana, who was left speechless. A tear slid down Quinn's cheek, leaving a clean line on her otherwise filthy face. She didn't look angry anymore, just scared and vulnerable. "Please." She whispered. "I have to get to Rachel."

Santana swallowed softly, now feeling guilty for yelling at Quinn. "Okay. I promise we'll get you to her."

Quinn looked almost surprised. "Really?" She asked hopefully.

"I promise."

Aaaaand another chapter done! Sorry this one took so long, but like I said the wolf attacks took me FOREVER to write. So you guys got an extra-long chapter! Okay, so I have a pretty good idea on how this story's going to go, but if you guys have any suggestions please leave them behind in a review! I'm generally pretty nice, and RARELY bite. Also, there is a CRAPLOAD of foreshadowing in this chapter, but I've hidden it pretty carefully…I would LOVE to hear if anyone picks up on it!

Sorry about the lack of Rachel in this chapter, but I wanted to get Fang Woods over with. She'll be coming back in a big way in the next few chapters.

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