A/N: So you will have to forgive me. That fact that I am a Shakespeare nerd completely shows in this chapter. The receiving of the Complete works of William Shakespeare has inspired me to add a fun Shakespeare element to this story that I hope doesn't kill it. This chapter ends their first day of school (was that the longest first day or what) and now that the character's are established we can slowly make our way through this awesome storyline I have in my head. Chapter 6 is in the works right now so I hope you enjoy.

RM

DISCLAIMER: I do not own GLEE or BUFFY

Chapter 5

Santana's POV

Santana couldn't believe Mr. Schue had flipped like that. She had been the Slayer for over a year. Coach Sylvester had explained that she was the only line of defense against the demons in the world. She was doing the best she could, but having one of her watchers freak out was not going to help her confidence. Since being told of her destiny last year, and witnessing her friends discover what she was dealing with, Santana felt like her worries had quadrupled. She not only had her watchers freaking out for her (Okay it was mostly Mr. Schue, Coach Sylvester just ran her ass into the ground), but she felt like Brittany, Quinn, Puck, and Rachel were constantly adding to her pressure. It just didn't help. Santana was constantly worried as it was because she realized that if anything happened she had to stop it. Her destiny was enough pressure to begin with, but now, with everyone around her freaking out, Santana felt like she was going to lose it.

And, on top of all that, now Brittany was attaching herself to this new girl and Santana was just hoping she wouldn't turn all head bitch on her for Brittany's sake. The fact that she had to talk Mr. Schue down (and in Spanish no less) did not help the pressure she felt. If Slaying was just going to get worse she wasn't sure how she was going to handle it. There was no one to help her, and she was beginning to think that was what she needed most.

History passed by without any incident. Brittany had Alex sit next to them again, which bugged Santana because, despite her small panic attack happening, she was hoping to get at least some cuddle time during the class since they were in the back. Instead all three of them realized that class was going to be boring the rest of the year. Santana began to doze of while Brittany put her head down and began full on snoring. The new girl just leaned back in her desk, arms crossed over her chest and apparently deep in though.

Towards the end of class the intercom went off. "Santana Lopez. Please go to Coach Sylvester's office at lunch. Santana Lopez. Please report to Coach Sylvester's office at Lunch."

The whole class ooooed. Santana rolled her eyes and glared at anyone who dared to look back at her desk to see her reaction. Brittany (who had woken up when the chimes on the intercom had gone off) just gave her a questioning look, and the new girl just sat watching everything. Damn, she is freakin' observant. With a minute before the bell, Santana looked at Alex and decided that if Brittany trusted the new girl then she would hope the new girl would be good enough to watch her. "Hey new girl. Since I'm indisposed during lunch can you watch Britt-Britt? Hang with her, make sure she gets to class and what not."

Granted new girl looked a little annoyed that Santana refused to use her real name, but she just nodded. "Yeah that's fine. Not like I know anyone else around here."

When the bell rang, Santana grabbed her stuff and began to leave the class when she heard Brittany behind her. "I'll see you later right?" Santana turned around and Santana saw the flash of worry ripple across her girlfriends face.

"Of course I will see you later babe. Take care of Alex ok. She needs someone to show her the ropes." Brittany reached out for Santana's hand, squeezed it, and then turned back to Alex.

"Come on Alex. I can introduce you to the Glee Kids. Let's get you more friends."

Santana smiled and headed out the door towards Sue's office. As students hurried around her to get to the cafeteria to eat and catch up with friends, Santana was just worried about what coach Sylvester would want from her today. She would probably be pissed about the fact that Santana went straight to Mr. Schuester about her patrol last night instead of her, but the fact was out of the two watchers Mr. Schuester was more understanding of how hard her fated position was. Sue wanted her to be in the best shape possible so she wouldn't be entirely helpless. Considering every time she saw coach now it was for training sessions or coach telling her to patrol certain areas, Santana was not looking forward to meeting with her other watcher.

She only had time to knock on the door once before Santana heard a curt "Come in."

Sue was sitting at her desk in her trade mark red track suit looking at her Cheerios binder. "You wanted to see me Coach Sylvester."

"Santana, what took you so long?"

"Ummm, classes just got out coach."

"Is that what I asked? Next time I expect you to run. Now sit down." Ok whoa, why is coach in a bad mood too. Is she freakin' out like Mr. Schue because I need someone besides me to hold it together.

Santana waited for Sue Sylvester to finally stop what she was doing and look at her, but when Santana realized that Sue's face was a little laced with worry she knew this meeting was not going to help her feel any better about her unknown demon predicament that was apparently escalating.

"So I heard Will had wasn't able to control his temper during his Spanish classes this morning."

"No he wasn't. He seemed really worried about it afterwards as well. I answered all his questions after class but I feel like I didn't give him the answers he wanted. Coach what is going on?"

Sue was quiet for a moment, and Santana flashed to Brittany when she would quiet down in order to think hard about how she was going to word the next question out of her mouth. Finally Sue spoke, "Santana to tell you the truth, Will and I have no idea what is happening in Lima right now. But obviously something has happened in the last couple of months to change the dynamic here. Based on the escalation in vampire activity, we can only assume that they are multiplying in numbers, building up for a more aggressive attack. I'm afraid this is only the tip of the iceberg. At least that's what we are being lead to believe."

Santana just looked at Sue and knew that the fear she was feeling inside was being fully expressed on her face. She appreciated that Coach Sylvester wasn't freaking out like Mr. Schue had this morning but she didn't expect coach to tell her flat out that this was only the beginning. She had told her watchers about the amount of vampires she had been facing, but she didn't have the heart to tell them how difficult it was. Every vamp was somehow getting stronger, and if their numbers were only increasing, how long would it take for one to defeat her?

Sue saw Santana's worried face and attempted to comfort her. "I know that this isn't exactly the best news to be receiving right now, but think of it this way. We could easily be wrong. Whatever it is I think we have enough man power on your side to figure whatever this is out. We will be ready."

Santana just nodded, still stunned and looked at coach to see if she had any other bombs she needed to drop on her. "Until we know what is happening I'm afraid you are going to need to patrol every night until we figure stuff out. Ok, Lopez?"

The sharp use of her last name snapped Santana out of her panic attack. This was turning out to be the worst first day of school ever. "Is that all you needed from me coach?"

"Yes. Make sure you come by after Cheerios for the usual training session, and you will patrol tonight starting at 9. Is that clear?"

"Yes, coach." Santana slowly got up and, like turtle headed for the office door.

"Santana!" Santana turned back around wondering what coach was going to say to her now. "You might want to wipe that terrified look off your face before you see your posse. They are going to instantly realize something is up."

"Right, thanks coach." And with that Santana made sure she got out of the office completely before she slowed down again.

Santana walked into the cafeteria to witness all of her friends laughing and having a good time. All the Glee Club kids were gathered around the table and catching up. Artie, Tina, Mike, Kurt and Mercedes were together discussing music and summer adventures. Rachel and Finn were together, just the two of them, probably talking about Glee club because Santana noticed Rachel was sending threatened looks towards Alex. Brittany, Puck, Quinn, and Alex were also in their own little group. Santana saw Alex look up and see her in the entrance and that was when Santana realized her face was still carrying the panicked look from Coaches' office. She quickly changed it to her classic smirk just as Brittany and Quinn turned around to see what Alex was looking at. Brittany just jumped up excitedly and ran over to Santana, while Quinn just turned back to Alex waiting for them to come back over after their moment.

As much as Santana wanted to fool her friends, no matter how happy everyone around her seemed, Santana found it impossible to use their laughter to pull her out of her mood. She sat at the table in her own space, zoning out and not paying attention. How am I supposed to handle this when Sue Sylvester is beginning to fear what is happening? I can't do this. I can't protect my friends if I have no idea what is going on. How can I face the unknown? What the fuck is going on? How much am I supposed to sacrifice? Santana no longer knew what the conversations around her were about, she was just in her own bubble. It was finally Quinn's voice her pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Santana! Santana! Hello what did Coach want with you? They announced it to the whole school?"

"Oh right, she just wanted to see if I had enough time to do Cheerios again. She wanted another girl for the bottom of the pyramid." Alex, Puck, and Brittany sniggered at this. Apparently they have told Alex about Coach Sylvester. Santana looked at Quinn though, and when their eyes met she knew her friend had seen right through her joke. Of all the people to know about my secret it had to be the girl who can read me completely. While the other three were still laughing and in a good mood Quinn mouthed Later to Santana, and turned back to the rest of the group. It seemed almost immediately after this the bell for classes rang, so everyone grabbed their things and began to head out.

Quinn turned to Alex, "Where is your next class? We need to keep you from getting lost again."

Alex just laughed, "Am I really that infamous already? I apparently have Shakespeare next. English." This girl is in a lot of the same classes as me. But Quinn quickly looked at her schedule.

"I'm pretty sure the four of us have that as well. Let's go or we will be late. Puck, pay attention. Come on!"

Santana followed her friends still lost in her own thoughts. What is the chance that all five of us would have a class together? This is so weird.

The five of them easily reached their English class and got five desks in the back of the classroom over three rows. Alex sat in front of Puck, Quinn in front of Brittany, and Santana was in her own row alone in the corner. After everyone had settled the teacher walked in and began to immediately lecture on who was William Shakespeare and why they would be studying him over the next year. Santana unfortunately realized that meant this class was going to be just as boring as the rest of them so she decided to zone out. Her teacher's voice became a low drone in the back of her mind as she started staring at the blank page of her notebook doodling. She continued starting and doodling until she realized the droning in the back of her mine had silenced. In fact there wasn't any noise at all. Santana quickly jerked out of her boredom and realized that the entire class, including the teacher, was staring open mouthed at… Alex?

"Excuse me young lady what did you say?"

"Ummm…" Santana sensed the girls panic as she realized the entire room was focused on her. How many classes can this girl disrupt in one day? "I was just continuing the quote. You said, 'But soft, what light through yonder window breaks'. I just was continuing it. 'It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.' It's the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet."

If anyone's mouth was still opened, it dropped even lower at this point. Santana was amazed that Alex had pulled that out of her head. Granted it was Romeo and Juliet, but still she just quoted Shakespeare like it was nothing. Santana looked at the teacher expecting her to seem impressed by her student's mind but instead the teacher seemed threatened. She straightened out, gave Alex a death glare, and started spouting out more Shakespeare at her.

"The quality of mercy is not strain'd,-"

"'It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.' Merchant of Venice, the Trial Scene."

The teacher once again looked flustered. Alex looked calm but refused to make eye contact with the now furious woman.

"To be or not to be-"

"' That is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them.' Hamlet. Come on teacher if you are going to insist on this game, at least challenge me."

For the first time since she had met her this morning, Santana, as well as the rest of the class, was completely interested in what the new girl was doing right now. Whether it was her intention to show up the teacher or not, Santana was starting to realize that the new girl had balls. She noticed Alex was still refusing to look and the now enraged teacher above her, but to Santana's satisfaction, didn't look like she was about to back down.

"I know a place where the wild thyme blows-"

"'Where the oxlips and the nodding violets grows, quite over canopied with luscious woodbine,' Midsummer Nights Dream, Oberon."

"My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun-"

"'Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.' Sonnet 130. You know what, bite me you incompetent hack!"

The entire class was completely quiet. The teacher looked absolutely shocked, just staring and what was probably the first smart Shakespeare student she had ever taught in Ohio. The teacher seemed lost for words until she was able to mouth, "What are you?" Alex just sat there completely confident yet refusing to look at the teacher that she had just shown up and humiliated. No one was moving, and everyone was unsure about what they needed to do next. Finally the teacher broke out of the shock, looked around the room, and just yelled, "Get out. Everybody get out of this classroom right now."

No one needed to be told twice, so they all collected their things and quietly exited the room. Alex left before the other four were finished, but Santana for the first time that day wanted to talk to the new girl. As she started to head out, Puck sidled up next to her and whispered. "Dude, that was awesome. I like her."

"Keep it in your pants Puckerman!" Santana whispered harshly as she headed out the room. She finally saw Alex just down the hallway and called out, "Alex wait up!"

Alex paused and turned around to see who called her. When Santana caught up Alex just smiled.

"You realize that's the first time you haven't called me new girl all day?"

Santana paused for a second, and by this time Puck, Quinn, and Brittany had all caught up as well. "Really? Well in order to be known by name you need to earn my respect and girl I think you just got the whole school to notice you."

"Heart that was badass!" Puck looked at Alex excitedly until Santana elbowed him in the ribs.

"Uh Oh, you have Santana calling you by your real name. Puck is referring to you fondly by your last. I think that stunt just leaped-frogged you into the social scene Alex." Quinn was looking at Santana and Puck's reactions, and had an amused look on her face. "But, Alex," Ouinn continued, "you have to tell me. What are you, some sort of Shakespeare Savant?" Through all this, Santana noticed that Brittany was just very confused, but was happy to see that her new friend was now completely fitting in.

"No, I'm not a savant. I just have taken a Shakespeare class before. Plus all the teachers at my old school were British so it was required curriculum in like every class. If we were taking a class on Milton or Dickens that would not have just happened."

"Dude did you see her face! Classic!" Puck, to Santana's amusement, was absolutely ecstatic. "Anyways, ladies, since we have the rest of the period to kill before classes continue, shall we head to the janitor's closet for a little sookie sookie?"

Puck's proposition was greeted by four 'ewwws', a shocked look from Alex, and a hard punch in the shoulder courtesy of Santana. The four girls turned and left Puck wincing in pain from Santana's punch as they decided to head to the lunch tables to kill time before the last class.

Santana's last class passed without any new drama. She and Brittany had art while the new girl had P.E. After the final bell rang Brittany headed towards Cheerios practice while Santana decided to head to her locker to kill time before she had to train with Coach Sylvester that afternoon. She was not looking forward to patrolling that night. Despite the amusement that the 'Shakespeare Standoff' had caused, in Art the challenge of her current situation once again hit her full force. Santana was so immersed in her thoughts she didn't even notice that Alex had come to her own locker right next to her. Once again, someone's voice had to pull her out of her thoughts.

"Santana? Are you ok?"

Santana looked at the new girl beside her and realized that she had actual concern for her on her face. It wasn't laced with the fear that everyone else around her had. It was refreshing, but Santana realized that she needed to focus once again. "Yeah, of course I'm fine. It's only the first day right?"

"Right." Alex turned back to her locker, but Santana decided for Brittany's sake that she was going to continue reaching out.

"How was your first day in Hell?" Pun completely intended.

"Well, despite the fact that I might get detention for the rest of the semester once that teacher gets her ability to talk back, it was fine. Eventful though."

Santana laughed, closed her locker and began to walk off. "Seriously. Well see you tomorrow, Alex."

She was halfway down the hall, when she heard Alex call her name again. "Hey Santana." Oh god, what could she possibly need? Santana turned back around waiting for Alex to catch up. "Look I know that we just met today, and it is probably not my place but I noticed that you seem to have something very important on your mind. You are walking around like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders. Anyways, I know we are not completely friends, and that you have plenty of people to talk to but if you happen to need me here's my number." Alex handed Santana a piece of paper, and Santana surprised herself when she took it from her. "I was pretty well known for being an awesome listener, so if you need a sounding board let me know."

As Alex turned and began to walk away it hit Santana what this girl had just offered and she felt a little touched. "Thanks Alex."

Alex just waived her hand over her shoulder and continued walking off. Then Santana heard the most ironic statement she had ever heard. "Smile Santana. It's not like it's the end of the world."

Oh if only you knew, Alex Heart. If only you knew.