Comic-Con: Lima, Ohio Part Two

"I sense something," Darth Vader breathed out, slowly turning around, breathing heavily, "a presence I've not felt since-"

"A wild Darth Vader appeared! I choose you, master ball," Ash called from a foot away, letting the red and white ball fly with a smirk.

The master ball hit Darth Vader square in the helmet. "Asteroids do not concern me!" A red lightsaber flashed to life as Darth Vader yelled, "You should not have come back!"

"Stop the violence!" Sailor Moon yelled over the fight, "I am Sailor Moon! I stand for love. And I also stand for justice! I have a dream!"

The group groaned in the middle of the parking lot as Rachel stepped forward and chuckled. "Brittany, I think you're getting Sailor Moon's battle speech mixed up with Dr. Martin Luther King Junior's speech, again."

The twelve high school kids stood outside of the Lima, Ohio convention center. The place was buzzing with excitement as characters from every anime, video game, and cult classic movie and TV show that you could think of, walked in and out.

Santana gawked from under her Darth Vader helmet. This was it. This was the best thing that will have ever happened to Lima, Ohio. She turned her helmeted head to the side as thin, green arms wrapped around her waist. Okay, the second best thing to ever happen to Lima, Ohio.

"Do you have the tickets?" Santana asked, attaching her fake lightsaber to her belt and wrapping her suited and gloved arm around Rachel's thick, green waist after the brunette walked up next to her.

Rachel nodded, her heavy Yoshi head thumping against her head. "I do. I have all twelve," she stated, holding up two, "Here are ours."

Santana took the tickets from her girlfriend of five months and took her Yoshi paw in her other hand. She turned and nodded to the group of friends as they began their trek to the front of the convention center. It was almost in slow-motion for Santana as she and Rachel led the group to the door. Her excitement was overwhelming. She would have to find Desmond, John Marston, Mario, Sonic… and Link. Santana grinned under her helmet. Link. She would finally meet him. The one man she'd been making plans of sleeping with since she was eight. Santana smiled down at Rachel as she thought that now she'd just be happy with meeting him.

"Welcome to Comic-Con, Darth Vader. Are you with Yoshi, here?"

"Yes," Santana breathed out through her Vader voice changer.

"Well, I hope the happy couple enjoys Comic-Con. Next!"

Santana walked past the ticket takers at the door and into a wonderland. "This is it," Rachel said from next to her, "We made it."

There were characters from every movie, video game, anime, TV show…. everything. The glee club spent the next hour meeting fellow cosplayers and interacting with fans who hadn't dressed up for the convention. At one point, when Santana was talking with a Princess Leia, Puck walked by as Goku with three different Bulmas following him. Oddly enough, Brittany walked by ten minutes later as Sailor moon with three different Sailor Mars scouts following her.

"I really should get back to my girlfriend," Santana said to Princess Leia, seeing her Yoshi approaching them with a smile on her face.

Princess Leia scoffed. "Please, Yoshi? Baby, I can get into that golden bikini and rock your world."

Santana groaned as Rachel's smile fell from her face. She watched her girlfriend grab a poor, innocent Sora's wooden keyblade off of him and turn to face the unsuspecting Leia. "Why, you stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking Nerf herder."

Santana lifted off her helmet as she stared, awe-struck, at her girlfriend. Leia turned around and gaped at the Yoshi wielding the blade in her face. "Who's scruffy-looking? And I don't recall asking you to join the conversation."

"And I don't recall Princess Leia being such a bitch," Rachel spat back, standing a good four inches shorter than the princess, poking her chest with the keyblade. Half of the glee club had gathered behind Santana at this point.

Quinn leaned forward and whispered, "Aren't you going to stop this?"

Puck lightly elbowed Quinn and shook his head. "Hell no she isn't. This is like our wet dream."

"Oh my God," Santana mumbled, as Princess Leia grabbed Mike's storm trooper gun.

"No one calls me scruffy. Especially not some green, midget Streisand reject."

The group fell into a shocked hush as Rachel's jaw hardened. There was a moment of silence before the brunette let out a shriek and lunged at the princess and swung her sword, aiming for the head.

"Just… wanky," Santana breathed out.

Rachel swung her legs as she sat perched on Santana's lap. The taller girl had her helmet resting on the table in front of them, next to Rachel's Yoshi head. "That was really hot," Santana muttered as she placed kisses on Rachel's neck.

"Yes, well, I don't care who she is, nobody flirts with my girlfriend," Rachel stated, crossing her arms over her chest indignantly.

Santana chuckled as she opened her mouth to respond when all of a sudden Kurt and Mercedes came rushing up. Kurt cracked his whip to get the couple's attention, and Santana turned a death glare on him. "What in the hell do you want, Porcelain?"

Kurt cocked an eyebrow as he turned to Rachel. "I highly suggest reigning in your girlfriend's tongue, Rachel, because if she keeps blabbing on in that fashion, they will hear her," Kurt finished, pointing his whip in the direction of the entrance where all of the jocks had just walked through.

Santana's biting retort died on her tongue as her eyes widened in shock. Rachel's expression perfectly mirrored Santana's, and for a second Kurt thought that those two had been dating for way too long. "Up," Santana whispered.

"Santana, please, you just need to -"

"Up!" Santana whispered louder, bucking her hips to get Rachel off. The shorter brunette sighed as she got off of her girlfriend and pulled on her Yoshi head. Santana frantically donned her Darth Vader helmet again and clicked on the voice changer. "They'll never know I'm here!"

Mercedes and Kurt exchanged a quick look before Mercedes bit her lip. "True… but they'll recognize her," she stated, pointing at Rachel.

By then, the entire glee club was rallying around Santana, listening in. All eyes turned to Rachel, and the brunette looked around confused before realization dawned on her face. "Wait, what are you all thinking?"

Santana looked around the group before stepping up to Rachel. "This is what I was afraid of, Rachel, my reputation being ruined because I was here. I can pull off not being here because I have a helmet on, but your face is still showing."

"So?" Rachel questioned, her hands on her hips.

Santana bit her lip under her helmet. "So, we need to get the hell out of here. Karofsky knows I wouldn't let you come to something like this without me."

"You mean he knows you're whipped?" Quinn added, smirking like a queen at Santana.

"I have an idea," Brittany said, raising her hand. Everyone turned to face Brittany.

"What's your idea, Brittany?" Rachel questioned, resigned to the idea. She knew they had to get out of there before the jocks from McKinley figured out Santana was there or else she'd never live it down. Which meant Santana would never let Rachel live it down.

"Well, we're all superheroes, right?" Brittany asked, smiling at everyone.

"No," half of the club said slowly, in unison.

"Well, we all have something special about us that we can use to sneak Rachel out of here without being seen! The costumes make the superhero! I saw that on Spongebob," the cheerleader said, nodding once for clarification.

Finn stepped up, straightening his Indiana Jones' hat. "Brittany's right, you guys! We may not be Goku or Cat Woman, but we sure as hell look the parts! We can work together to get out of here unseen! There's only like," he turned to count the jocks, turning back with a fake smile, "twenty four of them! We can do this!"

Santana rolled her eyes under her helmet, stepping forward and pushing Finn back. "I think the cabbage patch doll has a point. This convention center is tiny as hell, but I'm sure we're smarter than most of those morons, anyway. We can just distract them somehow while we sneak Rachel out."

"Yo, what if we sing?" Artie asked from beneath his red Power Ranger's helmet.

"Screw that, wheels. We need to take them down! I'm going to go Kamehameha on their asses!" Puck yelled, flexing his arms and striking the infamous Goku position.

"You're all morons," Santana declared, voicing Rachel's thoughts as she laid her gloved hand on the small of the brunette's costumed back, "but you're right. All right. Here's the plan…"

"Karofsky," Quinn greeted with a smile, sauntering up to the football player in her full Ash costume.

The giant boy laughed openly at her, nudging his friend next to him. "Well if it isn't the queen dressed up like a king! Are you serious, Fabray? What in the hell are you doing here?"

Quinn's hazel eyes flashed with anger before she reigned it in, her fingers curling around one of her Pokeballs. "Unlike you, Karofsky, I'm not afraid to let loose and be myself. It makes me wonder, though, why are you here?"

Karofsky scoffed, "This is the most interesting thing happening in Lima, even if it is a freak parade. We came to make fun of people. I heard a rumor that Lopez and her little lesbo poodle were going to be here, too. "

Quinn nodded in understanding, shooting a quick look off to her right. The jocks had basically split into six groups and were milling about the convention. That meant four jocks to a group. Which meant two gleeks to a group of four jocks. Quinn met eyes with Brittany as the blond crept up behind their group of jocks.

"So, you came for a show, then?" Quinn asked, her fingers closing over a Pokeball attached to her waist.

"You could say that," Karofsky said through a sneer.

Quinn pursed her lips and nodded, calmly. "All right, then. Sailor Moon, I choose you!" the blond shouted, hurling the Pokeball in her hand at Karofsky's face. Quinn reached for another as Brittany rounded on the group, throwing glitter in their faces while circling them with a long, sparkly pink ribbon.

"I am Sailor Moon, the champion of justice! In the name of the moon, I will right wrong and triumph over evil! That means you!" Brittany shouted. Quinn beamed at Brittany as she continued to beam the jocks with her impressively large supply of Pokeballs.

"What in the hell?" one of the jocks yelled, swatting at and missing a Pokeball that was thrown at his face. Quinn hurled the Pokeballs as a distraction as Brittany tied the group up. Three minutes later, the four jocks sat in a heap on the ground, struggling against the ribbon and cussing out Quinn and Brittany both.

Quinn high fived Brittany as she pulled out her cell phone, dialing Santana's number. "Group F is down. I repeat, group F is down."

Finn casually strode up to the hockey team captain, waving his hand and ushering a friendly "hey" in his direction.

The captain arched his eyebrow at Finn as his friends sneered and joked behind him. "Oh my God, I didn't know the "star quarter-back" was a queer."

Finn gripped his whip tighter behind his back as he looked confused. "I don't know what you're talking about, dude. I'm Indiana Jones, you know, the coolest guy to ever explore a cave. Probably got more chicks than you'll ever get; all of you," Finn enunciated, meeting all of their eyes, "combined."

The jocks glared as the hockey captain took a step towards Finn. "This is exactly why we came here, to get a show from the freaks! Now? We're going to put you in your place."

Finn made frantic eye contact with Artie. "All systems go," the red ranger shouted as he wheeled towards the group of jocks, "it's morphin' time!" Finn shot the jocks his signature goofy smile before cracking his whip and hitting the captain across the chest.

Artie rolled towards the group, roaring like a T-Rex as he barreled through them, knocking them over. Finn whipped them into submission as Artie rolled into them, simultaneously forming them into a tight circle. The jocks were so distracted by Artie's dinosaur calls and Finn's whip that they didn't notice when the taller boy pulled out his rope and made a beeline around the group, tying them up.

"What in the hell is wrong with you, Hudson? What did you two wackjobs do this for?" the hockey captain choked out, wincing at the pain in his chest from being whipped.

"Fortune and glory, kid. Fortune and glory," Finn said, grinning.

Artie pulled out his cell phone and dialed Santana's number, whispering loudly into the phone, "Group U is down."

Santana shut her phone with a snap as she turned to face Rachel. They were hiding out behind the food vendors in a secluded table. Her Darth Vader helmet was on the table next to Rachel's Yoshi head. The little brunette sat at the table, her eyes unfocused as she took in her surroundings. "There's two groups down," Santana informed her, sitting down across from Rachel at the small table, their knees bumping.

Rachel nodded, her demeanor downtrodden, as she stirred her straw around in her lemonade. "All right."

Santana stared evenly at Rachel before sighing. "Come on, Rachel, don't be like this."

"I'm not like anything, Santana," Rachel replied, evenly, not looking up from her cup.

Santana looked around the convention to see if anyone could see them. She then turned her gaze back to Rachel, but then paused again. Once again, Santana moved her gaze around to see if anyone could see them. Satisfied that no one could, she reached across the table and laced her fingers with Rachel's, squeezing. "Rachel, look at me."

"I am looking at you."

Santana sighed and rolled her eyes. "Unless I turned into a really hot ass glass of lemonade, you aren't looking at me."

Rachel bit her lip, biting back a giggle as she raised her eyes to meet Santana's. "This has been a disaster."

"Well, yeah."

"Santana!" Rachel gasped, sighing, "You aren't supposed to agree. I just wanted this whole thing to be really special for you, I knew how excited you were about it. And how often does something like this come to desolate Lima, Ohio? Plus, I practically tricked you into coming because I was positive your fear of being ridiculed would not come true and yet here we are -"

"Rachel," Santana groaned, squeezing her girlfriend's hand again, "shut up. We had a few good hours before those biker chick rejects showed up. Anymore time here and I probably would've gotten a migraine from the sheer disgusting smell these nerds permeate the air with."

Rachel laughed as she leaned across the table and captured her girlfriend's lips in a kiss. She couldn't do it much in public because Santana had major PDA issues, so Rachel took advantage of every opportunity she could get. Santana moaned into the kiss as she fisted a handful of green velvet, pulling her girlfriend closer and deepening the kiss. Rachel groaned as she felt Santana's tongue against her teeth when-

"Damnit," Santana muttered, breaking away from Rachel and reaching for her ringing cell phone. She flipped it open and growled into the phone, "What in the hell is so important, Aretha?" Santana winced slightly at whatever Mercedes was saying before she flipped her phone shut. "Groups C, K, and E are down."

Rachel counted on her fingers. "Okay, so that means five groups are down, and only one to go, correct?"

Santana smirked evilly. "Yep. Groups F, U, C, K, and E are down."

Rachel paused before sighing and rolling her eyes. "Clever Santana, really, I'm astounded at your wit."

Santana was sliding her helmet back onto her head as she let out a loud laugh. "You seemed pretty astounded last night by my-"

"There you guys are!" Puck said in relief as he made his way around the popcorn vendor, "Are you ready? The last group is yours."

"Why we even received a group is beyond me," Rachel lectured, tying the strap of her Yoshi head underneath her chin, "It makes no sense whatsoever to give a group to the people who you're trying to hide from being found. Who came up with this brilliant plan anyway? Was it- Oomph," Rachel finished, her voice muffled by the hand Puck had clamped over her mouth.

Santana hit Puck with her lightsaber as Darth Vader's voice yelled, "Don't touch my girlfriend, assbags. Where's Kurt?"

"Right here," Kurt said in a sing-song voice as he rounded the corner, some blond haired boy in tow.

Santana took in the blond haired boy's complete Avatar body suit that was painted on with precision detail, and laughed openly. "Oh, who in the hell is this?"

Kurt shot a glare at Santana before smiling at the newcomer. "His name is Sam. He offered to help us, though…" Kurt said, trailing off a bit, "he'll only speak Na'vi while he's in character."

"What the fuck is a Na'vi?" Puck asked, checking out Sam's huge mouth.

Santana gave Sam a disgusted look as she shook her head. "The language they speak in Avatar. I don't want to know. If he's willing to help, let him."

"Oh, he did!" Kurt added, smiling broadly, "He took down the last group all on his own."

Santana did a double-take, turning her gaze to Sam as she felt Rachel squeeze her hand, signaling her to behave. "You did?"

"Srane!" Sam said eagerly, nodding his head.

The group just stared at Sam before Rachel gingerly took a step in front of Santana, smiling brightly. "Well, Sam, we very much appreciate your help. And we hope to see you around more, since you've made friends with Kurt and all."

Santana snickered as Sam cast a confused look to Kurt.

"All right," Santana breathed, gripping Rachel's hand tightly. The entrance was within their sights, the groups of jocks were taken care of, this was it. Santana's only regret was that she hadn't gotten to meet Link… but sometimes there are more pressing matters to be preserved. Like her reputation. "On the count of three, we make a run for it. One, two… three!"

Santana took off with Rachel on her heels. The jocks were all being distracted by various members of the glee club, and thus weren't paying attention to the couple as they weaved their way in and out of various anime characters. Escape was within their grasp when suddenly, Rachel was no longer holding Santana's hand.

The costumed girl whirled around and saw Karofsky looming over her; in one hand he had her girlfriend, and in the other he had - Damnit! How did he get the lightsaber? Santana frantically checked her belt only to find that her lightsaber and girlfriend had both been stolen by this idiot oaf. "Well, well, well," Karofsky taunted, not breaking a sweat as he held tight to a fighting Rachel, "Looks like Vader's not such hot shit."

"I highly suggest that you let her go and give me back my lightsaber before I crush you and your balls in one fell swoop. Although, after what I've heard about your balls, I think I might have a hard time finding them to crush them," Santana bit out through her voice changer.

Karofsky snarled as released and flipped on Santana's replica, red lightsaber. "Say that again, hot shit. I dare you."

"Oh, do you need me to repeat myself? Well, I was discussing your balls, or lack thereof, with you. But now that I think about it, maybe you'd be better off having this conversation with Azimio; he'd know a lot more about them than I would," Santana retorted, holding her hands up in victory as she grinned under her helmet. Rachel's jaw was slack as she stared at her girlfriend before breaking out into laughter.

Karofsky frantically looked between Darth Vader and Rachel, desperately fighting a blush. "I don't know who the hell's under there," he shouted, "but you better be prepared to get your ass kicked!" Santana was in the middle of an eye-roll when Karofsky pushed Rachel backwards, causing her to fall onto her back with an "oomph" as all of the air escaped her lungs.

Santana froze. Memories of Rachel being attacked by the hockey team and slushied mercilessly started playing in front of her vision, causing her sight to go red and her blood to boil. No one - no one got to hurt Rachel. She made eye contact with Rachel. Rachel knew when Santana was passed the point of reason, so she frantically shook her head, mouthing that she was okay. Santana was having none of that.

Karofsky waved the lightsaber in her face. "Yo, Vader, are we doing this or do I need to kick her or something to get your balls jumping?"

"You lay one goddamn hand on her and I will destroy everything you love, Karofsky!" Santana shouted. The glee club had gathered around them, keeping a distance, knowing Santana needed to do this. The only problem, Santana noticed, was that Karofsky had her weapon.

"I think," Santana heard from behind her as she felt a tap on her shoulder, "that you need to borrow this." The Vader look-alike slowly turned before letting out a quiet gasp. Him. It was him. The chosen one.

"Link," she breathed out. The blond haired man grinned boyishly at her. "You're the adult, Ocarina of Time Link…" Santana clarified in awe.

Link raised a blond eyebrow as he looked skeptic. "You mean I'm the only Link, yeah, I know. I think you need to kick that guy's ass, though, for hurting your girl. Feel free."

Santana gingerly took the sword from the green tunic clothed boy. She laughed. "It's real. My God…" Santana took a moment to enjoy how the Master Sword felt in her hands before she turned back around. Rachel was now sitting up on the floor, but Santana could tell Karofsky had hurt her. Well. Santana was going to hurt him.

"I'm going to make you pay, Karofsky," Santana ground out, holding the Master Sword in front of her, enjoying how Karofsky's eyes widened.

"Oh, hell no! That's a real sword!" the football player whined, holding Santana's lightsaber further from his body.

Santana smirked under her helmet as she swung. It was a short battle that ended with Karofsky on the floor and Santana pressing the tip of the Master Sword to his neck. "Apologize to her."

"No man, just let me up," Karofsky begged.

Santana placed a swift kick to his crotch, making him cry out in anguish, before repeating herself, "Apologize to her!"

"I'm sorry, Rachel!" Karofsky shouted.

Rachel bit her lip as she nodded. The brunette stood up and made her way to Santana, placing a green hand on a black gloved one, slowly moving the sword away from Karofsky. "Leave now, and none of us will mention this ever again. Not your guys, and not ours."

Karofsky nodded dumbly as he got up shakily. He dusted off his jacket and made to walk off before pausing. "Just, one last thing. Who is under that helmet?"

Rachel opened her mouth to make up some lie for her girlfriend, but Santana gently laid her hand on Rachel's shoulder, subtly shaking her head. Darth Vader made her way up to Karofsky slowly, standing almost just as tall as him. She breathed heavily and smiled as she watched Karofsky struggle to make himself not run away in fear.

"Karofsky, I…" Santana began, before reaching up and slowly removing her helmet, "am your daddy, you little bitch," Santana finished as she sneered at a gaping Karofsky.

"Unless you would like us to tell the entire school how you were beaten at a sword match, at Comic-Con, by a girl, I suggest that the moment you walk out of those doors, you forget you were ever here, much less what you saw," Rachel suggested through a grin.

Karofsky nodded dumbly as his cheeks burned with embarrassment. He quickly made his way out of the convention with the other jocks on his heels. When the last jock left, the entire glee club and dozens of bystanders erupted in applause. Santana shrugged like it was nothing before leaning down to whisper in Rachel's ear, "Are you okay?"

Rachel nodded, placing a quick kiss on Santana's cheek, "My hero."

Santana stared Rachel down for a moment before pulling the girl flush against her - well, as close as she could get her with those ridiculous costumes on - and kissed her with everything she had. That earned more cheers from the audience. "Say it for me, Rach."

Rachel groaned, her mouth an inch from Santana's, "Babe…"

"Say it," Santana demanded in a whisper, "I just defended your honor, you owe me."

Rachel bit her lip as she sighed heavily. In a high pitched voice, in Santana's ear, Rachel mimicked the infamous video game character when she squealed, "Yoshi!"

Santana laughed loudly in approval as she caught Rachel's kiss in another kiss.

After they broke apart, Santana remembered the legendary knife in her hand. She turned, fully expecting to see Link there, but was met with nothing. "Where did he go?" Santana questioned. That was when Princess Zelda strode up, grinning softly at the couple as Rachel wrapped her arms around Santana's waist. "Link left. He told you to keep the sword. He said anyone who could wield it better than he could in a fight was much more worthy of having it."

Santana stared in shock at the sword as Rachel quietly thanked the princess. As the group dispersed, the glee club began to as well, each person going off to see more of the convention. Before Puck left, however, he clapped Santana on the back. "Do you regret coming, now?"

Santana glared before shrugging. "Okay, I'll admit, it was kind of awesome."

"Dude, you were a fucking hero," Puck added, grinning like a mad-man.

"I was. Everyone else kind of kicked ass too, though," Santana added, "If I didn't know better, I'd say we were in a TV show or something."

Puck laughed, flexing his biceps against the orange fabric of his shirt. "I agree. Nothing like this ever has, or ever will again, happened to Lima, Ohio. I'm pretty sure only a threesome would knock this down off of my best day ever. Hell, this could possibly be the best damn thing that's ever happened to Lima, Ohio!" Puck gushed.

Santana tuned him out as she watched Rachel and Mercedes talk excitedly about Kurt and his new friend, Sam. When Rachel looked up from across the row of tables and smiled softly at Santana, mouthing the words "I love you" to her, Santana smiled back. "Second best thing, Puck, second best thing."