AN: Hey everyone. I am about to go on holiday for a week so since I was not sure If I was going to be able to update this I wanted to publish a Santana chapter before I left. The story will be switching between my OC and Santana's point of view so hopefully it is not too confusing for you. Thank you for actually taking the time to read this. I started writing this story for me but was so inspired by other stories I was reading I thought I would give publishing a go. See you guys in a week (at the latest).

Sincerely, RM

DISCLAIMER: I do not own GLEE or BUFFY

Chapter 3

Santana's POV

Santana wondered why the hell Brittany would bring this new girl over to speak to her. Granted the new girl was not awful looking and she looked just as shocked by this meeting as she was, but the truth is Santana did not want to deal with this shit. She had been on patrol late the night before, and was absolutely exhausted. She didn't need to be introduced to a new girl. She didn't have time or energy to care. This was her year to focus on Brittany, friends, school, Glee Club, and vampires. Nothing more, nothing less. She raised her eyebrow to try to give Brittany a hint to lose the new girl but instead Brittany decided to start questioning her. "So Alex where are you from?"

"Los Angeles." It came so naturally, Santana realized she was telling the truth. Ok, so maybe new girl had some potential after all.

"Why the hell would you come here?" Santana had to ask. There is no way someone would willingly come to Allen County Ohio when they had grown up in LA (especially when said county was infested with Vampires at that moment). Of course, no one but Santana and her band of friends knew of this infestation. Still, Lima was not the safest place to move to at the moment.

"My dad apparently was offered a job here that he couldn't turn down. Trust me I wasn't too happy about it," Alex deadpanned. Santana, for a moment, felt like there was more to the story that the new girl wasn't telling her, but decided in the interest of not caring to drop it. Then to the new girl's awkward horror—and Santana's annoyance—Brittany decided to go full on interrogation with the girl.

"Ooo… Are you a cheerleader?" Brittany asked excitedly. Santana had to roll her eyes at her girlfriend. Since Santana quit last year to fight vampires full time Brittany had been dying to find a third cheerleader to hang with her and Quinn. Alex seemed to have the body type for it but Santana felt, from the new girls fashion sense, cheerleading was not on the top of her priorities.

"Definitely no," Alex laughed. Thought so. Santana smirked. Sometimes being a slayer and a full-time bitch helped.

"Well what did you do at your old school?" Brittany questioned. She looked at Alex expectantly, so Santana followed suit, waiting for the new girl to answer.

"Ummm… I played soccer for the school. I also did a bit of theatre. Sang in a band for a bit." Santana noticed the new girl get a bit nervous. Something was off about this girl and she couldn't put her finger on it. Brittany instead decided to be even more friendly.

"You should join Glee Club?"

"What's a Glee Club?" New Girl seemed lost about it.

"Oh it's awesome!" Brittany you're just giving this girl tips. Was there something about her that Santana wasn't seeing? "We sing songs, and we dance, and we compete against other schools. You should totally do if you used to sing and perform and stuff."

"I'll think about it. I'll do anything to get my feet wet." The new girl smiled at this. Santana was shocked that she would even consider joining Glee Club. New Girl obviously didn't know their school that well.

Brittany got that classic lost look on her face. "We don't usually get our feet wet." Brittany looked confused. Santana smiled at her.

"No Brit. She will do anything to fit in," Santana explained. Sometimes she felt she was the only one to get the blonde. Santana heard the new girl laugh at this but when she turned to snap at her and defend Brittany she realized it wasn't out of meanness. The new girl was innocently amused.

"Oh that won't be too hard," Brittany responded to Santana's explanation. "She's hot. She will fit in no matter what she does. She's almost prettier then Quinn." The new girl blushed and then quickly turned to open her locker. Santana knew she didn't have any books to get out of it or put in so she just raised her eyebrow until the new girl closed the locker and had to face them again. Her face was still very red. Obviously she was not used to being told she was attractive or maybe it was the Brittany aspect of it all.

"Ummmm… Thanks?" The new girl had no idea how to handle it. "I'm going to head, umm head to my class now." The New Girl started walking away, still stunned by Brittany's compliment, then, it seemed, realized she had no idea where she was going. Santana had to laugh as Alex turned back around. "Can you tell me where the math classroom is? My first class is Pre-Calc." Hmmm, she's smart too, Santana thought.

"It's down the hall. Fourth door on the left from here."

"Cool. Oh do you know where the library is? It's not on the map. I was looking for it before I got, uh, side tracked." Santana laughed, but it was Brittany who answered this one.

"It's on the second floor pass the teachers lounge. I danced there once. It was too quiet though." The new girl raised an eyebrow at this statement, looked at Santana for possible explanation but when she realized Santana was not going to give her one she decided she was going to leave while she was ahead.

"Thanks, I guess I will see you around." The girl turned to walk away, and that was when Brittany decided to answer back.

"We will definitely see you around, Beautiful." Santana noticed the new girl picked up her pace a little quicker and she disappeared among the crowd.

"I think you broke her Brit," Santana jokingly stated. Santana grabbed her book out of her locker and then turned her attention to Brittany's locker to help her out.

"What do you mean?" Brittany asked innocently. She then stared questioningly into her locker. Santana sighed.

"I meant with the hot comment. And you are looking for Biology Brit. Your first class is Biology." When Brittany didn't move, Santana reached in and grabbed her book for her.

"But she is hot. Plus she's from California. They are, like, super free minded there, right?"

"I don't know Brit, just lay off a bit."

"But I wasn't laying on her?" Brittany was dead serious, and as much as Santana was used to these types of conversations she still sniggered.

"Never mind, B. Lets go to class." Before Santana could move a step she felt the blonde grab her hand and pull her back towards her. Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana and pulled her in for a deep kiss. It ended just as suddenly as it started and Santana had to look at Brittany in shock. "What was that for?"

"I just realized that I hadn't kissed you yet today. Plus all the talk about lying on people made me think about you." Santana blushed a little and then grabbed Brittany's hand and started heading towards their classroom.

"I think Alex is really nice." Brittany continued with their previous topic, but Santana was surprised that Brittany was back on the subject of the new girl.

"What is it about her that makes you so interested? She just started today and already she seems to be on your favorites list."

"I don't know. There is just something about her. I just think I want to try and be her friend." Brittany looked Santana in the eyes seriously and Santana realized that for some reason Alex and already made a new best friend. Sometimes Brittany's mind didn't make sense to Santana, but one thing she did trust her girlfriend with was her ability to judge people. If Brittany felt this girl, after one meeting, was nice enough to be her friend, then Santana would be willing to give it a try.

"Ok I will try to befriend the new girl if you want to. Now let's get to class before we're late." Santana dragged Brittany to Biology class. The Girls entered the classroom and made their way to a desk in the back. The classroom was mostly filled with jocks and other cheerios, until Rachel Berry walked into the room. She looked around the classroom, and when she saw Santana and Brittany she bee-lined towards them.

"Just great," Santana muttered to Brittany. "I have only been at school for a half hour and already the midget is trying to ruin my day."

Brittany looked at Santana and just whispered, "Be nice," and then turned her attention towards the small diva. "Hi Rachel!"

"Hi Brittany, Santana." Santana just nodded her head in response. "I hope the last few days have been good for you two."

"Well of course they have been good. Santana and I just stayed in bed all day so they were great actually." Santana blushed quick, and Rachel decided to just change the subject so they could get out of the awkward territory they just stumbled into.

"Did you guys hear we have a new girl in our class?" Rachel was acting as if she was dropping an amazing gossip bomb on them but Santana just yawned.

"Brittany ran into the girl this morning and decided to give her a full on welcome party." Brittany then decided to finish the story.

"I, like literally ran into her. I felt so bad so I took her to her locker and introduced her to San and me. Her name is Alex and she's from LA and I think she might try-out for Glee Club." Brittany was practically jumping up and down in her seat from excitement, but the threatened look that flashed across Rachel's face did not go unnoticed.

"Do you think she's really good?" The small diva seemed to be reliving a nightmare. "Do you think she's going to take all the solos? Oh no she's going to become the star and I am just going to have to be a prop in the background!" With Rachel on the verge of hyperventilating Santana felt the need to step in.

"Berry! Chill the hell down for fucks sake. She's brand new so it would be a few months before she could do that. And she said she used to play soccer so she might not even join. Just breathe." Rachel looked Santana in the eye to see if she was just messing with her, but when she realized that Santana was being genuine she finally relaxed.

"Besides," Brittany added. "She is really nice so I doubt she would want to forcefully take your solos from you." Santana laughed at this and Rachel just grimaced. Then Rachel's face got serious.

"Santana how was your patrol last night?" Rachel had dropped her voice to a whisper so only the three girls could hear the conversation. "When I talked to Mr. Schuster this morning he said the number of vampires every night has been increasing. What does that mean?"

"How am I supposed to know?" Santana responded.

When Santana first was told about her destiny of being the chosen one and having to be the vampire slayer the hardest part of her job was hiding her new profession from her friends and family. Schuster had tried to be sympathetic but Sylvester had looked her in the eye and commanded her that she wasn't allowed to tell anyone else. Luckily everyone in her ragtag band of sidekicks had seen what she did so there was not telling required. Quinn found out first having been walking home with Santana from the local dance club when a dumbass vampire had tried to hit on them. After that life got easier. Just having someone to talk to was a huge relief, but Santana hated the fact that she had to hide everything from Brittany. Puck and Brittany had found out about Santana around the same time, when a few vampires from Carmel High decided it would not only be funny to freak the New Directions out by trashing their choir room and invading the auditorium, but to take out a few of their members as well. After Puck and Finn had slashed the tires they decided to gun for him, not expecting the group assignment that week to be quartets. Quinn, Santana, Brittany, and Puck were all in the choir room when they decided to make their grand appearance and Santana was forced to kick ass in front of her friends.

Berry however was one situation that bugged the fuck out of Santana. If Santana had her way, Berry would never have found out about her being the Slayer. How was Santana supposed to foresee that there would a very 'Sandy Ryerson' like vampire to come to Lima who was obsessed with pant-suits. When Rachel disappeared everyone was relieved. Santana probably would not have gotten involved if it wasn't for Finn's upset, gassy expression and Mr. Schu reminding her it was her job. It wasn't that she hated Rachel it was that it was so nice to not deal with her for a day. After Santana rescued her, Rachel insisted on joining the others to help Santana in her fight. And so Santana's little ragtag team was assembled.

Santana had hoped that having people know her secret would help make life easier for her but instead she seemed to gain an extra level of stress. Rachel and Quinn did research while Puck would help Santana patrol. Brittany did what she did best and that was take care of Santana. But what Santana didn't expect was that she would be considered the leader of her rag tag team and that they would look to her for the answers. Yes, she was the slayer, but she was in the dark just as badly as the rest of them. So questions, along with their constant worry, caused Santana to mostly be annoyed with them. "I found three of them at the cemetery last night, and although I was able to eventually dust them, they are getting stronger. I am hoping it doesn't get much worse because I don't think I will be handle much more if they decide to multiply or even worse tag team me." Brittany eyes widened in fear and worry, and she whimpered a bit. Santana grabbed her hand and continued. "All I know is we need to find out what is happening fast so I can stop it before it gets worse. We need to stop this before I can no longer do this on my own. I doubt there is anyone who can help us if I can't stop it."

All of a sudden, they heard a throat clear from behind them and a tall man with grey hair, glasses, and a lab coat was standing above them. "I'm sure what you ladies have to discuss is very important but I would like to start class now if you don't mind."

The three girls all mumbled together, "Yes, sir," and turned in their seats for the beginning of class.