Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, and I also feel like I should say something about not having any claim to Jim Butcher's The Dresden Files series, which this work was heavily inspired by.

"Way to go, San!" Kurt raged as the small blue car sped through the streets of Cleveland to parts unknown to Brittany. "I thought we agreed that we were going to wait until she was at the apartment, and that I would be the one to explain it to her…"

"Oh, don't get your Christian Dior designer panties in a twist, fairy boy," Santana drawled, leaning back against her seat's back, "We were gonna have to tell her eventually. Might as well rip off the Band-Aid, right?"

"I'll have you know that I was very prepared to give an informative, but soothing speech," Kurt continued, nonplussed by Santana's relaxed manner, "I wrote notecards, San, honest to God fucking notecards! And then you just go and give it all away." There were a few moments of silence before Kurt added, "But then again, you're good at that, aren't you?"

Santana emitted a noise that was remarkably similar to the hiss of a threatened cat, and then the car fell into silence. Brittany let it rest for a few moments, but there were some things she just had to know. "So, when you say wizard…"

"WAIT!" Kurt snapped. After a few moments to gain his composure, he continued calmly, "Sorry about that. Look, I know you have questions, Britt, but could you just wait until we're at Santana's place. It's only another few minutes. I'll explain everything there." He turned his head towards Santana, and added with considerable more venom, "I made those notecards, and by all that is holy, I am going to use them!"

The ride continued in silence for several minutes. Brittany passed the time by looking out the window, trying to get a clue where they were going, and occasionally sneaking surreptitious glances at Santana, who was humming quietly while she filed her nails in the front seat.

She was beautiful, there was no doubting that. Everything from the curve of her waist to her breasts, which strained themselves against her skintight bodysuit, to her alluring lips, was absolute perfection, to the point that it looked like it had been done by some ancient Grecian sculptor. And of course her eyes, there could be no forgetting those.

Being so attracted to a person was a new feeling for Brittany, though not because Santana was a woman. Brittany was no stranger to sexual attraction to other women. Her first real kiss in seventh grade had even been with another girl. But this was the first time she'd ever experienced such a primal, carnal attraction to anyone before, man or woman. It was odd, and a bit disconcerting.

She was able to distract herself from her strange thought path when Kurt pulled the car into a parking garage located adjacent to a medium sized apartment complex. They drove up to the second floor then parked. Kurt turned the key and the engine died. "Okay," he said, turning to Brittany as he unfastened his seat belt. Santana had already exited the car, having foregone a seat belt entirely. "We're here."

Brittany followed Kurt to an elevator, where Santana was tapping her foot impatiently. When the pair arrived, she pressed the up button, and moments later the doors opened with a ding. The trio shuffled into the deserted elevator car.

The doors closed, and they stood for a second in the elevator, quiet and still. Brittany was about to ask why they were just standing around when she noticed Santana taking her finger away from her mouth. A drop of blood was sitting on the finger. She casually smeared her own blood across the number six elevator button in a way that made Britt nearly sick to her stomach. She felt Kurt touch her shoulder.

"Don't worry," he said, "This is completely routine." She nodded and returned to watching Santana at the board.

Now that blood had been smeared on the buttons for five and two as well, Santana stepped back, and spoke, raising her hands above her head. "Yo Santana López de comandos de este portal para abrir un pasaje a mi casa. El pez espada."

After a moment, a bright flash burst out from the frame of the elevator door, and then it opened. Santana strode confidently through, and Brittany followed Kurt inside.

Santana's apartment was impressively large, and looked like it had been very carefully designed by a professional. It appeared to all be one room, with steps leading down into a sunken living room-like space, complete with a curved couch and two large and comfortable looking chairs, all three smooth looking red velvet. A small wooden coffee table sat in the middle of the seating area, with several magazines piled on top of it, along with a sleek looking top-of-the-line laptop. In front of the sitting area on an entertainment center rested a large flatscreen television.

Off to the left of the apartment space sat a kitchenette, nothing much other than a large stove, oven, microwave, and coffee machine. All were colored a similar dark red, Brittany noticed, the same red as the carpet in the seating area and on the chairs and couch.

A large picture window behind the television revealed a vast looking jungle, possibly some kind of tropical rainforest. Puzzled at how that view could be possible, she turned to Kurt. "Wait, how does she live in…?"

"Brazil, Britt, we're in Brazil," Kurt replied, taking her by the hand and leading her into the living room. He sat her down on one of the chairs, which mercifully was just as comfortable as it had appeared.

"How?" she asked immediately, "And what did she mean, Sam's a wizard? Is magic…?"

"It's real, Brittany," Kurt explained, reaching underneath the coffee table and pulling out a stack of notecards, just he said he would. Looking down at the first card in the stack, he began to read. "Now, Brittany, I know that this is going to be a bit of a stretch at first, and you'll be a little freaked out, but you need to know that…"

"Tina finally called back," Santana interrupted, stepping out of a door near the stairs to the living room that was presumably the entrance to her bedroom, "She and bird-man are meeting me at Pierce's office. I figured I'd go and you could stay here and get the girl properly oriented."

"Sure thing," he said. Santana nodded and began to head for the door. She was almost there when Kurt spoke again, stopping her in her tracks. "Wait, what about the wolf?"

Santana frowned and checked her watch. She grimaced. "Right. Shit, I told him I'd meet him at eleven. That was almost a half-hour ago." She sighed and checked her hair in the mirror hanging over the table by the front door. "Well, I guess I'll pick him up on the way." She rummaged through her purse and grabbed her cellphone, sliding out the keyboard and typing at it furiously. After a few seconds she snapped it closed and slipped it back into her purse.

"You're going out in your uniform?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow, "Pretty conspicuous, if you ask me."

"I'll change in the car," she replied. Before she left, she turned back and looked at Brittany. "Sorry in advance. There were probably reasons Sam kept the truth from you, and I'm sorry you had to get the blinders ripped off so hard by this." With that she waved her hand in front of the door, and it opened back into the parking garage elevator car. With one last nod, she let the doors close.

"As I was saying," Kurt continued, setting the stack of cards on the arm of the chair, "This is going to be a little hard for you to understand, but just bear with me, okay?" Brittany nodded, though she was still unsure. "First off, yes, magic is real and beings exist that can manipulate it. Humans that can manipulate magical forces, at least with some degree of skill and power, are called wizards. Your brother is one, and all signs indicate that you have the potential to be as well."

"Are… are you a wizard?"

"No, I'm not," he explained, "What I am is something I'll get to later. Anyway, wizards, like your brother, possess a fairly unique ability among humans to harness the forces of magic that are around them and influence the world. For instance, your brother could use magic to create a ball of fire or water, call upon spirits otherwise inaccessible to mortals, or transport himself somewhere else… Well, you get the idea, there's a lot that can be done with magic."

"Does magic have anything to do with Sam disappearing, do you think?" Brittany asked, shifting in her chair. Though Kurt wasn't going too fast for her, this was a lot to take in. "Like, maybe he did something wrong or…"

"No, we're pretty sure your brother didn't accidently transport himself to the middle of the ocean," Kurt assured her, "We didn't really find anything to suggest something that big at his apartment. At least, not that Santana or I could detect. I'm sure that Tina will find the same thing."

"Who's…"

"That's no really important right now. Anyway, magic exists, as do hundreds of beings and creatures whom the modern world thinks to be merely fantasy. Like… Well, goblins for instance. I'm one of those beings, as is Santana, though we're not the same type. I'm, well… Let me show you." Kurt stood and closed his eyes. Seconds later there was a bright flash, and thin diaphanous wings sprouted from his back, shimmering in the light of the apartment. The wings began to flap quickly, becoming so fast that they were but a blur, and Kurt rose almost a foot into the air. "So, can you guess?"

Brittany chuckled a little into her hand as she answered. "Kurt, you're… You're a fairy, aren't you? Isn't that a little…?"

Kurt lowered himself to the floor and crossed his arms, his wings disappearing with a shimmer of energy. "Yes, yes, it's very funny that there's a gay fairy. It's really not all that uncommon, you know. Fairies are very open-minded. In fact, if anything I'm unusual for liking it only one way. Other fairies are less… choosey, when it comes to sexual partners. Or victims, as the case may be."

"So, you said Santana isn't the same kind of… of whatever as you." Britt paused nervously for a second, almost afraid to ask the question. "So, what is she?"

"Santana is a succubus," Kurt replied, sitting primly back in the chair, "A beautiful and alluring creature that uses its charms and natural magically-enhanced pheromones to incite its targets to maximum hypersexuality, so it can feed off of its prey through sexual intercourse.

"Ew." Well, at least that explained the feelings she'd been having. Knowing that those feelings weren't entirely natural was simultaneously comforting and creepy.

"Quite," Kurt agreed, nodding, "And that's just scratching the surface. Brittany, there are hundreds of different magical beings, both sentient and not. Most of them I've never even encountered, and I've been around for nearly three hundred years."

"What?"

"Oh, yeah, fairies and several other magical beings have extended lifespan due to their powers. I've never even heard of a fairy dying of old age. It's completely unheard of. And before you ask, no, human wizards don't live forever. Usually only for about three or four hundred years, though I've heard of a four-fifty. He couldn't do much in the way of standing or talking, but he was still ticking."

"You said that since Sam's got powers, I do too," Brittany asked nervously, eyes shifting to the floor, "Is that true?"

"It's… certainly a possibility." Kurt shifted forward in his chair, placing his elbows on his knees, "But magical ability isn't necessarily a bloodline thing. Families with next to no previous magical ancestry can suddenly pop out the next Merlin, and ancient magical bloodlines can shrivel up without so much as a warning. Even being twins like you are, it's just not something we can really be certain of without testing."

"Okay, well, how did Sam figure out he had powers?"

"Well, he didn't, per se," Kurt explained, "Let's just say it involved a hellhound and two fire trucks, and leave it at that."

"When?"

"Oh, probably at about… thirteen or fourteen, I think."

Brittany shot up out of the chair, shocked. "What? You mean he's known about this for ten years and he hasn't even told me?"

Kurt's face clearly indicated that he wished he hadn't said that. "Well… Well, he probably did it to, you know, keep you safe… Or maybe, um…"

Brittany let out an exasperated sigh and fell back into the chair. "I'm sorry Kurt, but I just… I can't believe he'd keep something like that from me." She put her hands to her face and closed her eyes for a minute, just resting and taking it in.

"Britt? You okay Brittany?"

"I'm fine," she answered, lowering her hands into her lap. She looked up at him apologetically. "It's… It's fine. I'm sure whatever Sam's reasons were for keeping this secret, they made complete and perfect sense to him. I'm okay."

"All right, Brittany. All right." Kurt patted her on the shoulder and positioned himself in front of her. He looked down at her and moved a few stray strands of hair away from her face. "I'm gonna stop now, just let you catch your breath, okay?" Brittany nodded, her hands moving back up to cover her mouth.

"That sounds good."

"I think I'll make some dinner then!" the fairy announced, heading towards the kitchen. "We can't get delivery for, you know, obvious reasons, but I'm pretty sure Santana has the right ingredients for something. Give me an hour, and you'll be feasting like a queen!" Brittany nodded even though Kurt could no longer see her, and laid her head back.

Within minutes, she was asleep.