So, it's been a while huh? I'm sorry, I hit a major writers block half way through this. But I've finally pushed through it and I hope you like what I've got. It's pretty long and I hope you take that as a peace offering :P For those of you who stuck with me, thank you :) 3

Anyways, Here's the next installment! Enjoy!

"What did I do?" Santana asked dumbfounded.

Quinn shook her head, "nothing, there was just too much shock in her system. Her brain is trying to protect her," she shifted the unconscious woman comfortably in her arms, "I'm going to take her back to the house, but I need you to get her friend over there."

Santana looked to where Quinn pointed, "Alright, I've got her. Is that Rachel?"

"No, this is. But her friend needs aid and she's seen far too much. You'll be fine?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah, I'll be right behind you"

Quinn nodded, "Alright," she paused for a second, "how did you manage to free your wings? Did it finally wear off?"

Santana snorted, "Hell no, the energy burst you sent out broke my binds as well. It was incredible," she finished in awe.

Quinn stared at her for a second, "Interesting…" she muttered before looking up at the sky. She bent her knees, letting power generate in her torso, and jumped straight up as her powerful wings simultaneously pushed off the ground. This sent the blonde flying into the night sky like a bullet.

Once her Commander left, Santana turned her attention to the other blonde. She slowly walked over to the woman and was startled to be met with blue eyes. She was awake the entire time Santana thought with a frown.

"Hello there, can you understand me?" Santana asked as she kneeled down beside the woman.

Brittany stared at this new stranger with wide eyes. She had seen the other woman speak to Rachel and her friend seemed to be ok. At least until she passed out. But this one…intrigued her. The other woman seemed closed off and had an air of authority but this one was different. As Brittany looked into the tan woman's dark enigmatic eyes, she felt as if she could see into the woman's soul and what she found there called to her. When she was asked once again by the woman, she nodded quickly.

Santana smiled to ease the woman, "Great, my name is Santana and I need to carry you away from here. Are you okay with that?" at the girl's nod, she continued, "Fantastic, now can you move at all?" Santana had noticed that the woman hadn't moved an inch since she approached.

Brittany tried to lift her leg but gasped when pain shot up her body like lightning. Santana's wings fluttered when she heard the pain filled gasp and at how pale the woman's face turned.

"Ok, don't do that again. I'm going to need to put my hands on you, but I promise I won't hurt you. I'm just going to see if I can find the problem ok?" Santana asked looking into frightened blue eyes.

At the other woman's nod, Santana placed her left palm on Brittany's stomach, and the other on her forehead. She took a deep calming breath and closed her eyes. The energy flow in the woman's body seemed to be flowing correctly. Santana took a closer look and noticed energy being siphoned to the woman's lower spine. When the woman had fallen, the impact with the ground caused one of her spinal discs to bulge out of place. That would explain the pain. Without her consent, energy bubbled from a deep pool at her very core and fired out of her fingertips and into the blonde. Momentarily shocked, Santana sensed her essence mixing with the blondes and attacking the woman's injury. The mixed energy signatures forced the tall blonde's disc back in alignment with the others.

Brown eyes widened and Santana quickly dropped her hands form the woman's body. The Latina had never ever felt something like that, nor had she lost the ability to control her own mana.

As soon as the strange woman let go of her, Brittany immediately began to feel a cooling sensation chase away the residual pain. She blinked and relaxed her posture as she tried to move her leg once again. Fortunately, the leg actually moved without any pain. Brittany signed in relief and coughed trying to clear her dry throat. The sound knocked Santana out of the trance like state she was in.

Santana leaned back and wiped her palms on her jeans, in hopes of ridding them of the tingling sensation they were now experiencing. "You…umm…you had managed to pop one of your spinal discs out when you fell. I was able to help you basically pop it back into place. I'm guessing you feel better now right?" Santana asked nervously.

Brittany swallowed and lifted herself up onto her elbows, "yes, I don't….I mean thank you for helping me." She stuttered softly.

Santana nodded, "Good, now that you're fit to travel we really need to leave. Are you ready?" She stood up to her full height and offered a hesitant hand down to Brittany.

"You're going to take me where Rachel is right?" Santana simply nodded, "Then, yeah I'm ready." She took the offered hand.

Santana couldn't stop her eyes from raking over the taller blonde's body. Gorgeous. Santana took a half step back and shook her head slightly. "Ok, I need you to wrap your arms around my neck and I'll hold onto your waist. I won't let you go, I promise." Santana hoped the other woman could trust her enough. The blonde just stared at Santana silently. Santana started to get nervous and couldn't stop her wings from fluttering anxiously. Whatever the blonde was looking for, she found because she smiled and stepped into the Latina's person apace. Santana thought she felt her heart stop.

"I trust you," Brittany smiled and wrapped her arms around Santana's neck. She pressed her body flush against the tan woman and whispered softly, "and my name is Brittany."

Santana had to mentally slap herself remember she had a job to do. "I…it's a pleasure to meet you Brittany. If only it were better circumstances right?" Santana chuckled and wrapped her strong arms around the blonde's waist. Brittany merely giggled in response.

"Ok, now hold on tightly but don't choke me alright? I do need air," Santana finished teasingly and bent her knees slightly before letting her large wings lift them up off the earth and into the night sky. Brittany squealed at the sensation and buried her face in Santana's neck.

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Quinn stared at the sleeping brunette. She was leaning forward, her right leg crossed over the left, her right elbow resting on her right knee and resting her chin on her open palm. When Quinn had arrived back at the house, she had taken the unconscious woman into the master bedroom and set her down on the bed. Since then, she'd pulled up a chair, and after making a minor adjustment, sat down comfortably and took up said position.

How can so much power exist in such a small human? Quinn thought once again. The brunette didn't seem extraordinary and Quinn just couldn't see how this simple woman could cause such uproar. She uncrossed her legs and ran her fingers through her hair with a loud sigh. She stood up, grabbed one of the extra pillows off the bed and threw it down on the floor in front of the fireplace. Quinn lifted her eyes to star up at the ceiling when she sensed Santana arriving. Took you long enough, she relaxed slightly and knelt down by her pillow. She wrapped herself up with her wings, effectively cocooning herself, and laid down to rest before the inevitable discussion.

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The first thing Rachel noticed before opening her eyes was the stale air. She involuntarily scrunched up her nose. I thought I had an air freshener going in my room. That's the last time I buy a cheap brand. Screw Walmart. Rachel's eyes shot open with a startle when her memory from last night rushed back into the forefront of her mind. She remembered those creatures and the woman with the wings…Quinn. She looked down at herself and noticed she was still in the clothes from yesterday. Rachel looked around the room and couldn't help but notice how old everything seemed. By the light streaming in through the only window, the brunette could see the fireplace at the end of the room. Near it sat several chairs and a small table, but what caught the girl's attention was the chair next to the bed. The backrest of the hair had been ripped apart leaving only the seat. The broken pieces of wood lay where they had been carelessly thrown.

Rachel sat up and yawned. She stretched and hear a satisfying pop from her back. With a sigh, she lifted her legs over the side and stood up. It was then that she noticed the figure laying on the floor in front of the fireplace. Quinn Rachel thought silently. Finally given the chance, the brunette let herself analyze the sleeping woman. The woman's entire midsection, torso and part of her legs where covered by the elegant black wings. Rachel had to physically stop herself from walking over and running her hands over the powerful appendages. From what Rachel could see, the woman wore plain blue jeans and leather boots, but she had never seen that style before. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the sunlight reflecting off bright metal. Brown eyes squinted. She couldn't make out what it was, but she feared moving in case she woke Quinn. Plus, it was just plain rude to snoop around someone else's room.

However, the air in the room was suffocating Rachel, so she took a risk and walked over to the window to slide it open and allow a fresh breeze in. Rachel flinched at the screeching sound the window made as she pulled it up. Immediately, she felt the air in the room stir and she quickly turned around feeling like she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Before her stood Quinn in an alert stance, with her wings spread out, but Rachel could still see the slight groggyiness in the woman's hazel eyes.

"is everything alright?" the sleep filled voice asked huskily.

Rachel found it difficult to meet the woman's gaze without becoming tongue-tied. Quinn cleared her throat impatiently.

"Umm…yeah. I'm sorry I woke you. It's just really stuffy in here and kind of hot. Is it just me?"

Quinn frowned and looked around the room as if she expected to see the heat, "I don't feel anything but it takes a lot to make me feel uncomfortable. Why don't you freshen up and I'll go see about getting the air going? There's a restroom just outside in the hallway." Quinn finished with a yawn before stretching her lean body.

As much as Rachel willed herself to stop staring, she just couldn't. But in order to save herself some embarrassment, she quickly responded with a mumbled "yeah".

Quinn nodded and turned to leave the room with the intent to find the air conditioning unit. However, she would need to make a quick stop to talk to Santana and the blonde knew her second wouldn't like the news.

Rachel had to stifle a giggle when the blonde woman had trouble fitting through the doorway. A few minutes after the blonde left Rachel wandered her way into the bathroom. The coolness of the room was like a balm on her skin. Beneath the sink, she found a new toothbrush and a box of toothpaste. Thankfully, her hair wasn't too messed up so all she had to do was run her hands through it. Rachel was running her fingers through her bangs, when she thought she heard a woman scream from a distance. She cocked her head, but didn't hear the sound again. Convinced that the sound was just a figment of her imagination, Rachel washed her face and smiled at herself in the mirror. For someone who almost died, you look pretty good, the only physical sign the brunette had from the previous night was sore muscles.

She stepped outside the restroom and could hear muffled voices originating from down the stairs. It took Rachel a couple tries, but shefinally found Quinn and Britt in the living room. Her friend was curled up on the couch, her knees up to her chest and was nursing a drink. Quinn was snapping off the back of one of the dining room table chairs so she could sit comfortably. I guess that explains the wood everywhere. Blue eyes brightened upon seeing Rachel in the doorway.

"Rachel!" Brittany squealed before enveloping the shorter girl tightly in her arms, Quinn merely looked on in amusement.

Rachel silenced the protest on her lips and hugged the blonde tightly. Tears threatened to pour down her face when Rachel thought of how close she had come to losing her best friend. She sniffled and Brittany pulled back.

"Are you alright Rach?" Brittany asked concerned. The brunette seemed happy just a moment ago.

Rachel wiped away a stray tear and smiled, "yeah, happy tears don't worry. Wanna tell me when you got so brave?"

Brittany smiled bashfully before ducking her head. "Around the time I thought I was going to lose you." Rachel's heat warmed at the words. Rachel just shook her head with a smile and hugged the blonde again. Brittany lifted her head and smiled, "I'm just happy Quinn and Santana showed up."

Rachel stepped away from her friend and locked eyes with Quinn. What Brittany said was right. Without Quinn they would have died and she should be thankful. It doesn't matter what she is. "Brittany's right, thank you for saving us"

"It was my duty," Quinn said solemnly.

Finally being able to look past Quinn's wings, Rachel noticed the dark blood stains on the woman. Rachel frowned, "Hey, are you ok? I didn't know you were hurt. We should probably get those cleaned up and bandaged. I think Brittany has some supplies in her bag," she rambled.

Quinn had to blink her eyes so her mind could catch up. She looked down at her chest briefly, "these are fine. They've already healed up. I just need to wash the shirt."

"Quinn, I can clearly see from the amount of blood on your shirt that these wounds are deep. There's no way for them to have healed overnight," Dr. Berry insisted.

A thin blonde eyebrow rose, "I'm telling you the truth. I'm fine," she paused at the blank look she was receiving. Stubborn human. Quinn reached down and pulled her shirt over her chest to show the stubborn woman.

Working on instinct, Rachel averted her eyes from the newly exposed skin. But quickly, Rachel's professionalism kicked into play and dark eyes skillfully examined the wounds. Sure enough, the scratches were red and puffy, but the skin had healed completely over the once open wounds. Rachel was confused because this level of recovery shouldn't happen until weeks after the incident.

Seeing the confused look on Rachel's face, and Brittany's actually, Quinn spoke up. "As you can see I heal pretty fast. Faster than any human at least….because I'm not human."

Rachel blinked; and blinked again letting the information sink in. She had known the first time her eyes landed on the blonde, but it never actually sunk in. There's no way a human could have wings. Maybe through experimentation but even then it would be difficult physiologically for human DNA to accept such a large mutation.

"Wait, so then what are you? And can I just start off by asking the obvious…are you angels?" Brittany asked, breaking the silence.

Quinn snorted, "No, I'm sorry to say that we aren't. However, I don't doubt that the term 'Angel' was meant to refer to one of my kind".

Rachel squinted her eyes and looked up at Quinn confused, "So, if you're not human and you're not an angel…then what exactly are you?"

Quinn sighed, "I'll explain everything. However, let's wait for my second in command," the blonde cocked her head to the side, "…who's just arrived."

Three sets of eyes turned to the front door as they heard it slam open and shut. With a curse, the tan woman walked into the living room only to be startled by three sets of eyes on her.

"Oh no, what now?" Santana asked with a concerned look.

Quinn chuckled, "Nothing's wrong. I was just about to enlighten our company about us, but I was waiting for you."

Santana glanced between the three women finally picking up on the anxious atmosphere that filled the room. "Why thank you Commander," she replied dryly.

"Did you get what I told you to grab?" Quinn asked with a raised eyebrow. She looked towards the woman's empty hands.

"Oh yeah!" the woman disappeared behind the wall for a moment before returning with two large plastic bags in her hands, "Ladies, breakfast is served!" Santana said loudly with an easy smile.

Brittany smiled and jumped up from the couch to relieve Santana of her burdens, "What did you get?"

Santana couldn't stop the silly grin from gracing her face, "Well…I didn't really what either of you liked. So I just grabbed a little of everything. The closest place was a gas station, so don't expect too much."

"I'm sure it will be fine," warm blue eyes met dark brown, causing the Latina to blush.

Rachel's interest was piqued from watching her best friend interact with this stranger. The woman had straight black hair, tan skin, and dark eyes. However, the one thing she noticed was missing was the wings and she was pretty sure this was the same woman from last night.

"I see you're getting along with Brittany well," Quinn gave Santana an unreadable look. After a brief pause, she continued, "This is Rachel Berry" she pointed to the short brunette.

Rachel jerked her head in surprise. She didn't remember telling Quinn her last name. Actually she never remembered giving the blonde her name at all.

Santana turned to look at Rachel and offered her hand, "Hello, I'm Santana."

Rachel's manners bubbled to the surface. She'd hate to embarrass her fathers. She took the offered hand firmly and shook, "A pleasure to meet you Santana."

The Latina was impressed with the woman's manners. She'd noticed good manners were rare these days. "Pleasure's all mine. It's good to see you're ok. Last night you took one look at me and passed out!"

Rachel laughed and blushed, "Yeah, sorry about that. It was…ya know...all the almost dying and stuff. And wings."

Santana chuckled and rubbed the back of her neck, "Yeah, that would do it."

Rachel shifted in her seat, "If you don't mind me asking…but where exactly are your wings?"

Santana rolled her eyes and shifted her shoulder blades uncomfortably, "Well, I can't just fly to the gas station. People might notice ya know? So there's this little pill of torture that we can take that shrinks the wings and makes us look human. Hurts like a mother fucker though…"

"I thought I heard a scream earlier…" Rachel muttered absentmindedly.

Quinn had spent the last few minutes eyeing her second and watching Brittany watch Santana. Very interesting. At the silence she spoke up, "Why don't you guys eat and we'll explain?"

Brittany frowned, "You guys aren't hungry? I'm starving," she grabbed one of the bags and started pulling out some cold sandwiches.

Santana picked up the other bag and handed it to Rachel, while she explained. "We are, but we don't need to eat as much as you guys do. A little goes a long way with us. It really comes in handy when you're fighting and have no way of getting food."

Rachel found a ham and cheese sandwich and grinned triumphantly. She didn't realize how hungry she was until she had the food in her hand. Quickly taking the plastic off, she took a quick bite while mulling over what Santana had said.

Quinn took a deep breath and settled her gaze on the two humans on the couch, "I'm not sure where to start. We aren't human, we aren't angels, and we aren't aliens. We come from a different world. Almost like, say, a different reality or you could say dimension."

Rachel just kept chewing because she figured if she stopped her head might implode from the information overload she was getting.

"So, are we talking Twilight Zone type of thing here?" Brittany asked seriously. The blonde had always believed in supernatural stuff, so she was taking this pretty calmly.

"Well, not so Hollywood. But I suppose so. However, this isn't a fictional television show. Our race has been around longer than humans have existed on this Earth. Our most important duty is to keep the Balance" Quinn stated as she reached for a bag of salt and vinegar chips.

"What's the Balance?" Rachel asked after a moment of silence settled over the group.

Santana spoke up, "The Balance is quite simple to understand. Have you ever wondered how the idea of dark versus light, good versus evil came to be? That is what we do. We insure that there's a healthy balance between Light and Darkness."

"So, you make sure there are not too many bad people in the world?" Brittany asked while munching on a potato chip.

"You're thinking too small here. I hate to break it to you, but everything in existence does not revolve around human society. What we deal with are real entities. There's an actual force out there, the Darkness, that's sole purpose is to take life from the living and cause pain. It feeds off pain," Quinn paused shaking away old memories, "It wants people to suffer and it gains strength from it. Those creatures that attacked you guys in the park? Those were created from the Darkness. They were lesser demons, called Lurkers. They blend into the shadows and feed off fear." Quinn nodded to her second to take the reins while she ate another chip.

"As stated, we come from another reality that co-exists with this one. We have the power to jump from this world to ours at will. Besides the wings, we look human but we are far different. We are stronger, faster, and smarter, we can heal ourselves and we have…for a lack of a better term…powers. We are able to detect the essence that makes up every living organism in the universe. This is what helps us detect the creatures of darkness. They have no essence. And we long life spans." Santana said as the two women across from her listened quietly.

Rachel raised her eyebrow, "How long are we talking here? How old are you both?"

"I've lost count, but I'm pretty sure I'm around 700 years old. Look pretty good don't I?" Santana joked. Rachel's eyes bugged out and she could only blink.

Quinn cleared her throat, "I'm uhh….over 800 years old. You tend to forget after so long."

Brittany gasped, "Holy shit. So you guys are like…immortal?"

Santana shrugged, "Basically, but we can die. It just doesn't happen very often. We are very well trained and good at what we do. We are warriors and our years of experience keep us alive and kicking."

"That…..just…I don't even know…" Brittany blinked and looked at the tanned woman, "You're not kidding right?"

"I'm completely serious," Santana replied lowly.

Rachel frowned; something still bugged her about this. "Granted, I am having a bit of a problem wrapping my head around this. I understand the alternate universe, and the wings, and the super powers or whatever. What I'm still confused about is why these things attacked us?"

Quinn lifted her chin, preparing herself, "That, was because of you Rachel."

"Wait, what? And now that I remember….how do you know my name?" Rachel frowned.

"Calm down…" Quinn stated lightly.

"No, don't tell me to fucking calm down ok? I almost died twice in the last 24 hours, I'm being told there are alternate universes and you have fucking wings for Christ's sake! Don't tell me to calm down. Now explain how this is all my fault!" Rachel yelled hysterically. Brittany winced and placed her hand on her friend's thigh.

"I will explain, if you'd give me the chance," hazel eyes flashed dangerously. Santana watched Quinn out of the corner of her eye. Usually it takes a lot to get her long-time companion riled up.

Rachel merely fumed silently, waiting.

"As I was saying, this all is because of you Rachel. I was sent here, by my superiors, to make sure that you were kept safe. There's something inside of you Rachel, something that's powerful that could destroy the Balance between Light and Dark."

The silence in the room was deafening.

Rachel blinked, and then rolled her eyes with a laugh. "Ok, you got me. At least be more creative you know?"

Quinn frowned, "I'm not lying…"

"Quinn, I am a doctor at Lima General. I was raised by two gay dads in a small minded community. I can tell you, there is nothing special with me. I lead a completely ordinary and simple life. At least up until last night," Rachel replied sarcastically.

"Rachel, Quinn isn't lying. We cannot lie about this. This, protecting you and fighting, is what we've done for hundreds of years. Yes, you may think you're average. But that's only because you don't know how to tap into the power you wield." Santana said firmly as she leaned forward closer to the short brunette.

Rachel shook her head, "Look, thank you for saving me and Brittany last night. But we will be needing to go to work, and back to our lives. I hope the whole fighting evil thing works out for you both," and she stood up.

Quinn quickly sat up, her wings spreading out to show dominance, "I can't let you do that…"

Rachel raised her eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

Quinn steeled her resolve, "I can't let you leave this house. Any second you're away from my guard is dangerous. I'm sorry but you may not return to your life…"

Rachel's jaw dropped, "You're fucking kidding right? What are you going to do? Keep me here for the rest of my life?"

Quinn shifted her weight, "I don't know. But you will need to stay with us for as long as you're in danger. And right now, you're in extreme danger. You have no idea what you're up against!" Quinn had finally reached her boiling point with this stubborn woman.

Rachel took a deep calming breath and looked Quinn dead in the eye, "You have no right to do this. This war that you have…is not MY war. I have nothing to do with this and I certainly did not ask for this shit!"

"This is all about you right now! You ARE in the fucking middle of this so this is YOUR war now! Now, stop acting like a fucking child and calm the fuck down. I will not speak to you when all you want to do is whine. I'm sorry you can't go back to your old life. I'm fucking SORRY I'm risking my own life trying to keep you alive. I'm sorry I value your life more than you fucking do. I don't care what you do, but you cannot leave this house. And that's it!" Hazel eyes blazed furiously. Quinn's breathing, by now, had become heavy.

Rachel had never felt so angry in her life before. She saw red and the only thing she could do was stare at this woman whose eyes were glowing with emotion. Rachel clenched her jaw and silently stormed out of the room and stomped up the stairs back into the master bedroom.

Once the petite brunette was gone, Quinn sucked in a shaky breathe trying to calm herself down. She hadn't been that angry in several hundred years. Something about this woman pushed all of her buttons in just the right way.

"Well, that went well…" Santana stated dryly.

Brittany cleared her throat, and looked up at her two saviors "I'm sorry for her behavior…but you have to understand our side here. We didn't ask for this, but now we're stuck. I think…we both need some time to think about what this all means. She will calm down eventually…I think I'm going to go talk to her." The blonde stood up and walked up the stairs without a further word.

Santana sighed and rested her hand on her friends shoulder, "This a huge pile of shit we have here Commander…"

Quinn shook her head slightly and shook her wings out restlessly, "Understatement Santana…understatement."

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