Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. If I did there would be someone like Talon or TG in it and that would be bad.

To answer ksmilez's question: TG didn't originally stand for anything, it was easier for someone from her past to say than her full name "Jacqueline" (can't say more on that as the person shows up). And those were the two letters of the English Alphabet that this person could say properly. Eventually, people decided that it should stand for Theatre Ghost, because she never told anyone why she was called that and it was a logical conclusion in the minds of the people who decided that. And no, she isn't dead (yet?), this isn't a supernatural story.

Chapter 25 Some Answers, More Questions

2:47am Saturday Morning

It had taken a while but Santana had finally gotten Brittany to fall asleep. The original plan was to get her to her room and to bed, then leave. But the blonde had insisted that Santana lay down next to her and refused to go to sleep until the Latina had finally given in, she would leave as soon as Brittany was asleep. She listened as Brittany's breathing evened out, she discovered that if she moved, Brittany had the tendency to snuggle into her and mutter that it was cold each time. Santana would have been content to stay there, if she hadn't heard the door open down stairs. Assuming it was who she thought is was, she needed to talk to him.

Carefully getting up and tucking Brittany in securely, she quietly stepped out of the room. She nearly ran into him as he stumbled up the stairs. Perhaps this wasn't the best time.

"You," he blinked at her not quite seeing. "Oh, hi."

"Hi," what exactly does one say to someone who looks to be falling asleep on their feet?

"We. Talk. Downstairs." He said taking off before she could say anything. Alright…

Santana sat down, and waited. It was a few minutes before Mr. Pierce came into the room. He had changed into more comfortable clothes and was significantly more awake. He sat down and looked at her expectantly. At first Santana didn't trust herself to speak, but she would do her best for the person who was currently sleeping upstairs.

"Why, did Brittany think I'm only her friend out of pity?" Might as well get right to the point.

Mr. Pierce, if it was possible, looked even more somber, "My wife, Brittany's mother, was not quite convinced of your intentions. And to be frank, until lat night, neither was I."

"To be frank," Santana shot back using his own words against him, "I don't think very highly of your wife."

He sighed, "Yes, well. Don't think too badly of her, she has a hard time showing she cares, and when she does, she sometimes does it in all the wrong ways. It happens more often with Brittany because she's…" Santana watched as he thought before he settled on, "special. They're more alike than I think they realize."

"So, what changed your mind about me?"

His face broke out into a tired smile, "A patient of mine. I've heard a great many stories about you, Satan, and I can't say that I would have wanted you around my daughter. In fact, up until last night I was ready to tell you to leave her alone. To walk away and never come near her again. But your advocate was very convincing."

"May I ask who?" She knew he probably wouldn't tell her, but she could always get the information later. TG could find out. Although she could make a good guess, considering she could count her friends on one hand.

"You may ask, but I'm afraid that is confidential." He yawned and Santana fought the urge to do the same. "Any other questions?" She shook her head no. " Very well," he got up and stretched. "You're welcome to stay the night, I cannot in good conscious allow you to walk home when you are this tired, and I am in no shape to drive."

"Thank you."

"Yes take care of my daughter, and that's more than enough thanks," he told her before heading up the stairs.

"I promise." One day these promises were going to bite her in the ass.

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The Friday after

Santana leaned against TG's locker and watched as the crowd moved past the area she was in slightly more quickly. Some, she had noticed, gave pitying looks at where she stood but those people quickly stopped when she had glared at a couple of them. TG finally appeared in the hall, and noticing Santana by the locker she began to backtrack.

"Oi you!" Santana called, letting everyone know she had found her victim. And for a second everyone paused then went back around the usual hustle of school, purposefully ignoring whatever was about to take place. Non of them wanted to be in the middle of it. It was scary how much power she had sometimes. TG stopped and turned around, she stood there as if deciding if she could still run, and then started to slowly walk towards where Santana stood.

"So," Santana said putting on an air of casualness, "what did you find out?" She wanted to know who was defending her, it wasn't Puck. She had asked him already.

TG shrugged in response, either she knew and wasn't telling or she really didn't know. It didn't matter, as long as the girl was ready for what Santana was obligated to do next. She watched as the Asian carefully put her backpack down. They had practiced this, now it was time to put it into effect.

Santana pushed the girl into the locker and said in a mock whisper that everyone would no doubt know about by the end of the hour, "This is what happens when you don't do as I ask." And threw the Asian down the hall. People got out of the way, but did nothing to help the girl. But Santana wasn't finished. She stalked down the hall, where her perceived victim was still recovering. Then something unusual happened, a body blocked her view of TG. Santana looked up affronted and partially angry at someone who would dare interfere. It was the one person that even Santana had to give pause to, and a member of the Glee club, Katrina Skye. She stood there, all five foot eight, one hundred sixty pounds of her, prepared to stop Santana from taking another step. Karofsky didn't dare get in her way. He was at least smart enough to do that. After all, no one wanted be in the sights of the two major gangs in Lima. And no one sane pissed them off. But then again, who could ever claim Santana was sane.

They stood, staring at each other challengingly, neither of them registered that TG had even gotten up until the girl grabbed Katrina's shoulder. Katrina looked at Santana as if measuring her worth and found her wanting but she backed out of the way. Santana walked over and kicked TG back to the floor before leaving the hallway. There was a buzz of talking that she could hear all the way to her last class, no one except one person understood what exactly had happened there. Glee suddenly got infinitely more interesting after this and she, was going to get answers, this afternoon.

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After School (TG's House)

TG collapsed onto the couch, if she had the energy she'd be banging her head against the wall. But the last hour had been spent calming down Kat, which left her more drained than usual. She hated it when her cousin decided to get all protective. Granted it was for a good reason, but she already had a hard enough time trying to get all of them to tolerate each other. Why, why did she make friends with such violent people? Better question, why did they all seem to hate each other? Her eyes started to close, well it was about time she fell asleep. To her displeasure, a knock on the door jolted her awake. Groaning she opened the door.

TG wasn't surprised when Santana strode through the open door turned around and said, "What the hell was all that about?"

It was times like this she wished Santana was more fluent in sign language. Apparently Santana took the pause to mean she was confused, "At school, you know school, are you going to explain or not?"

"She's my cousin." Nothing like the direct approach.

If this was almost any other conversation TG would have laughed, at the look at Santana's face. But this was serious, and altogether true.

"Let me get this straight. You're telling me that you are related to someone who could grow up to be the most dangerous person in Lima?"

TG laughed, the idea was true, but that didn't shake the absurdity of it all. Katrina was so soft-spoken, kind, fair, pretty, and careful, that to TG the idea of her being the granddaughter and heir of the two violent gangs in Lima was laughable. True, but it was hard to picture.

"How did I not know this?" Santana asked.

"You never asked." She knew it was a crappy answer even as Santana scowled at her. "I deal in secrets, you know how it works, you can't just go around telling people about them. Besides, most of mine are complicated."

"So uncomplicate them. I can't believe I never noticed. You avoid the conversations about your personal life. And yet you know so much about me, and I know very little about you. How do I know if I can trust you?" It was obvious Santana didn't want or expect an answer as she made her way back outside.

"I haven't let you down."

"Yet." TG could tell from her voice Santana felt betrayed. But there were some things that she wanted to keep quiet, and others still she didn't want anyone to know. Besides isn't she doing the same to Brittany?

"You've done the same to Brittany and she trusts you." That stopped Santana in her tracks.

"She shouldn't." And before TG could say another word, Santana was gone.

Well, fuck… that could have gone better. Was all the Asian could manage to think.

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Santana was furious, at TG, at herself, at her parents, at Brittany's mom, at Brittany. She was so focused on trying to make it home where she could vent some of the anger safely that she didn't hear Puck call from behind her. So, when she felt a hand tap her shoulder she nearly broke it. Without looking she swung at the owner's head. It was caught.

"Woah there Satan," Puck said smiling. "I appreciated not having my face bruised before I take Quinn out for Valentine's."

"Go away Puck," she told him walking away from him. "I'm not in the mood." He followed.

"Ok, now I know for sure something's wrong. And don't give me the whole lecture about PMS because I know what you're like when you're PMSing. So what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Santana hissed at him. Couldn't he see that all she wanted to do was some stress relief and she wasn't about to take it out on him.

"You can trust me. Come on San." That's was it, those were the wrong words to say. She turned and faced him. Pushing him hard enough to make him fall to the ground, it had been easy he had been unprepared.

"But you can't trust me." And left him there, slightly dazed not quite sure what happened. She was blocks away but she still heard it

"But I do."

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Santana looked for TG, she had told Brittany most of what had happened and the blonde had pointed out that she had been wrong. She already knew that but having Brittany point it out had actually made her feel worse, she wanted to find TG to let her know that everything was ok between them. But lately TG had been avoiding her, she swore that girl could disappear if she wanted to, she had stopped by the girl's house but it was empty. She was still slotted for work at the club this weekend. Perhaps she would find the girl there.

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A/N: The next chapter will have minimum Santana and Brittany interaction if any. Sorry, but it's that chapter (meaning one I've been outlining for a while). It is slightly relevant to the story though, and is part of the bigger world that they are interacting in.

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Omake (last chapter - I'll be putting these at the end when they come, they have little to no plot information and are mostly here for fun):

Sue returned to her lair under the house. "Computer, activate."

"Activating." Said a mechanical voice.

"Turn on communication systems and contact Agent One, codename Purple Pants. Agent Five, codename: Ghost. Agent Eighteen, codename Buzzard."

"As you command," said the computer.

"Reporting for duty Bat," came from a speaker labeled Agent One.

"Evening Bat-Sue," appeared typed on the screen.

*groan*

"BatSue calling to inform all current operatives on mission that Phase One had been completed, they have made contact. Begin initialization of Phase Two."

"Roger that, Director. We will assist in Phase Two however possible."

"Roger, stand by and wait for my instructions. Do not do anything on operation Soulmates until I tell you."

"Yes ma'm."

"Dismissed. Except for you Agent Five."

"Yes, ma'm?"

"Did you managed to convince the father?"

"Yes, ma'm."

"Good keep me updated, that's an order." Without bothering to say goodbye she told the computer to shut down. Sue smiled, it was arrogant and almost evil but it was all Sue. She'd get these two together even if the entire world had to pay the price.

Her plotting was broken by Jean who was having trouble getting into a red, gree, and yellow uniform, "Next time Sue, I get to be Batman."