Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Disney movies or Glee. I'm just mushing them together and seeing what comes out.

Spoilers: None unless you have never seen the Buffy Musical Episode or the first two seasons of Glee.

Pairings: Quinn/Rachel (eventually), Brittany/Santana

Rating: T

A/N: This is a little jump backwards, to keep it synched with the rest of the story...still not 100% happy with it but here it is.

"No time to talk. Now remember, it's your first day of trainin', so listen to your teacher and no fightin', play nice with the other kids, unless, of course, one of the other kids wanna fight, then you have to kick the other kid's butt."

-Mushu

Seven Months Ago

Blaine and Kurt walked through the park, holding hands and chatting with each other just as any other couple would do. They smiled, laughed, shared a brief kiss and sighed. But this was Lima, Ohio. Worldwide home of tolerance and enlightenment it wasn't.

"Why don't you two faeries save the freak stuff for home." a rough voice barked out, startling Kurt.

"Yeah. It's bad enough we're forced to see that crap at school, now we got to see it here?" another voice cut in.

Blaine looked around and saw three big guys surrounding them, none of them looked particularly happy. He recognized them from school. They were on the hockey team. "Look guys, we don't want any trouble, ok?" he tried to reason.

The lead guy scoffed. "As if you and lady prance-a-lot could be any trouble."

Kurt fumed. "Look, just back off meathead, and move so we can be on our way."

The lead jock just sneered. "Better muzzle your little bitch, he's liable to get hurt if he keeps barking."

Blaine tensed. "Back off. Now." he sounded eerily calm.

Kurt tensed also. He really hated fighting. It was so...uncivilized...and, he hated to admit, he wasn't very good at it. And they were outnumbered. By hockey players. This wasn't good.

"Oh. And if I don't, what are you gonna do about it?" one of the puckheads stepped up and pushed Blaine.

Blaine spared a quick glance at Kurt as he fell back a step. Kurt's eyes were wide and he seemed to be on the verge of panicking. That was all Blaine needed to see. He swore he would never let Kurt get pushed around if he could help it.

Rearing back, Blaine lashed out a solid jab, catching the puckhead that shoved him right in the jaw. The hockey play dropped like a sack of potatoes, and he stayed down. It only took a few seconds for the other two to react to their friends fall and they were on Blaine. The former Warbeler gave as good as he got, a little better actually, but in the end it was three on one. Their friend had woken back up.

Kurt watched as Blaine took hit after hit after hit. He tried to break up the fight, tried pulling Blaine out and tried attacking himself. But the other guys were much better at fighting than he was. So Kurt fell back on his best asset; his voice. He screamed. He screamed at the top of his range and his lungs. The sound was impressive. After a few seconds, the four stopped fighting and the puckheads sneered down at a beaten Blaine, slowly getting back up. Kurt continued to scream.

The three jocks heard people coming and decided that assault would look terrible on their records and ran. Kurt watched them go and ran over to Blaine, who had fallen back in the grass and was breathing heavily.

Blaine looked terrible. One eye was already swelling, his lip was busted and his cheek was split open. There was blood pouring from his nose and his clothes were torn and dirty. Blaine's hair was a mess and his knuckles were split open, showing that he gave as good as he got. And he wasn't unconscious, so he considered that a plus.

Kurt dropped down beside his boyfriend and reached out his hands, first to his eye, than to his cheek, and than to his nose. He gently reached for Blaine's hand. Every time he almost touched touched him, he would draw back not wanting to cause any more harm.

Blaine tried to smile, but his lips were swelling now too. "And you blew the note in 'Defying Gravity'?"

Kurt barked out a short laugh that quickly morphed into a sob. He covered his mouth with his hand and felt himself shaking in rage. "I hate this town." he said, shaking his head. "I HATE IT!" he screamed, balling his fists and punching the ground beside himself in anger.

Blaine reached out for Kurt. "It wasn't your fault, Kurt."

Kurt just shook his head. "Don't try to placate me, Blaine Anderson." he growled. "Those...those...NEANDERTHALS...attack us and you got the crap beat out of you!" Kurt stood up and tried to calm down.

Blaine stood up too, albeit a little slower than Kurt did. "Just let it go Kurt. And come help me." he said, wincing. "I could really use your support right now."

Kurt moved over and helped his boyfriend the rest of the way through the park to Kurt's SUV. Blaine was right, he could have used Kurt's support. But all he was good for, apparently, was hitting a high 'F' in a crisis. As they drove home, Kurt spied a small studio that was lit up in the dusk on main street. It was a martial arts studio. And they were running a special on beginning classes. Kurt set his chin and looked forward. Next time, he vowed, Blaine could count on him for more than the high notes.

Six Months Ago

Kurt held his bag tightly against his side as he entered the studio, sunglasses on and glancing around nervously. He was just here to sign up for a basic class. He wasn't committing espionage, so why was he so nervous? He was glancing at the brochures on the wall, unaware of a pair of eyes tracking him from the office window across the reception area.

After signing up, Kurt quickly paid the full tuition in advance and left. He had to buy one of those outfits and he hoped to high heaven that they didn't chafe.

The studio instructor looked over the list of new members and nodded. The class was full and they could begin. He smiled and opened the office door, calling out for his best student. She was already an amazing student, now he would see how she could handle a class.

"Yes Sir." she said, standing in form in front of his desk.

"I think I just saved you your next level's tuition." the instructor smiled, holding out the list. "Feel confidant in teaching some new members?"

Santana Lopez reached out and took the list, her eyes scanning the new member names. She smiled, slightly impressed, when she saw Kurt's name and that he was fully paid up. That meant he was serious. She smiled. "I think I can handle that."

Kurt stood in the front of the class, nervously awaiting the instructor. He knew he would be in trouble, but he needed to do this. He was an equal partner in the relationship and he needed to be able to stand up for them. All thoughts of equality and how much this would hurt soon vanished as the instructor took her place in front of the class. Kurt felt his throat go dry and his eyes widen. Santana Lopez stood before him, smirking right at him.

"Right. I am Instructor Lopez. I will be teaching you the basics of self defense. You will learn what I am teaching and you will learn it well. Pay attention, do exactly what I tell you to do, and you will gain the confidence, and necessary skill, to go further if you wish. Or you will be sure that you can handle yourself if an emergency arises." she paced back and forth. She stopped in front of Kurt and looked right at him. "I am NOT teaching you how to beat someone up, but rather to defend yourself if the need arises." Santana locked Kurt's gaze and he nodded slightly. He understood.

As Santana instructed the class, Kurt absorbed what she had to teach and time seemed to warp around him. All he focused on week after week was the class. He took Santana's lessons and practiced them until he could do them in his sleep. In his free time, small breaks at school, before bed, after waking up (even BEFORE his skin regimen). And for almost 6 months, he heard Santana's voice singing and pushing him forward.

Let's get down to business-to defeat those punks.

Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?

You're the saddest bunch I ever met

But you can bet before we're through

Mister, I'll make a man out of you

Tranquil as a forest

But on fire within

Once you find your center

You are sure to win

You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot

And you haven't got a clue

Somehow I'll make a man out of you!

Kurt trained endurance by running, a LOT, and every day and night.

(I'm never gonna catch my breath)

He would train instead of hanging out with Mercedes or going out with Blaine.

(Say good-bye to those who knew me)

He regretted not taking his physical fitness as serious as his physical appearance.

(Boy I was a fool in school for cutting gym)

Mercedes, worried about her best friend, followed him to a class and stared in disbelief as Santana put the class through their paces.

(This girl's got 'em scared to death)

Kurt hoped she knew, hoped she understood, that he needed to do this.

(Hope she doesn't see right through me)

Santana's regimen also had them swimming laps in a pool. Low impact, high resistance and as good as running.

(Now I really wish that I knew how to swim!)

(To Be a man)

We must be swift as the coursing river

(To Be a man)

With all the force of a great typhoon

(To Be a man)

With all the strength of a raging fire

Mysterious as the dark side of the moon

Present Day

Kurt smiled in triumph as he landed a solid blow on Santana, signaling to her and the rest of the class that he had indeed been taking her lessons to heart. No one was happier than Santana, who smiled brilliantly at him.

"That's what I'm talking about." she smiled as Kurt helped her up. "I think you got everything you need now." she said.

Kurt shrugged. "Thank you, Santana. For helping me. For not judging."

Santana nodded. "I get it, I really do." she cocked her head towards the door. "Now go get your man."