A/N: Thank you for your patience everybody. I hope the wait wasn't too long. I have to admit I am amazed that I have made it to Chapter 7. I used to be a 1 Chapter Author, giving up on projects before they had a chance to fully develop, so the fact that I have made it to 7 baffles me. I hope this one is worth the wait. Once again, If any of you find something confusing, or see something in my writing that bugs you please let me know so I can fix it or improve.

Happy Reading, RM

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Buffy or Glee, but I do own Alex and Lindsay because they are, by the end of this fiction, going to be badass.

Chapter 7

Santana's POV

Santana waited in the doorway of the study hall, watching as Lindsay fully exited the building and headed towards her car. As soon as she felt that she was alone, and noticed that Alex had indeed made her way up to the Library, Santana slowly made her way back to the choir room for her training session with Coach and Mr. Schuester. This had to be her least favorite part of the day. Coach would have Quinn run the Cheerios through warm up and practice their routines for the first hour while she would run Santana into the ground forcing her to do the most strenuous exercises she could think up. Then when Coach would finally leave to inflict the same torture upon her Cheerios, Mr. Schuester would attempt to get updates from her about her patrols and attempt to force her to read up on the Slayers Handbook. It never worked but he tried.

When Santana walked into the room, both Coach Sylvester and Mr. Schuester were waiting for her. She dropped her bag on the floor, by the piano and leaned against it. As Mr. Schuester went to lock the door Santana looked at Coach ready for her to do her worst. When Sue noticed how tense her slayer was she just shot out, "Relax Lopez. No physical training today although I do expect you to do an extra long patrol tonight."

"Wow, Thanks coach? So what are we meeting for then?"

By this time Mr. Schuester had made it back to the piano. "We are brainstorming. Sue and I wanted to run by these numbers and reports that you have been giving us just to make sure we are all on the same page about what is happening in Lima."

Santana shot both her watchers a questioning glance. "What's wrong with the reports I gave you? I call Coach Sylvester every night like you ask to give her an update on all the leads you give me. I tell you how many vampires I face as soon as the night is done, and I run all possible leads of paranormal evil activity by you the minute it comes up. What is there to question?"

Coach Sylvester and Mr. Schuester exchanged a quick glance at each other before Coach Sylvester decided to answer, "We aren't questioning your reports Santana or how well you do your job. It's just that if these numbers are correct then compared to the increase we were facing two weeks ago when school first started the number of vampires has dropped drastically."

"Santana," Mr. Schuester cut it. "In the weeks leading up to school you were facing at least one to two vampires a night. Now you have days of patrols where you don't run into any. We just want to make sure that this is the actual situation cause if it is I think we may be able to breathe a bit."

"I haven't made up anything honestly," Santana quickly responded. The fact that Mr. Schuester said they might me able to relax made Santana hope that her stress was about to be lessened just a bit.

"Well in that case," Mr. Schuester picked up again, "from what I can tell either the threat we thought was coming has been stopped or postponed for the meantime or-"

"There is an outside force in play that we have yet to figure out." Sue had cut Mr. Schuester off. Santana looked between both her watchers, a bit confused by what they had just told her.

"So, in plain teenager english please, what does that mean?"

Mr. Schuester smiled. "It means that for now you can relax a bit and not think of a coming apocalypse as far as we can tell."

"But," Coach Sylvester interjected, "we expect you to be aware of and report anything out of the ordinary to us."

"What constitutes out of the ordinary to you coach?" Santana had to ask. What seemed weird to her was not on the same scale as the paranoid Coach Sylvester.

"Anything that prevents you from doing your normal routine. People acting weird, vampires with strange behavior. Anything that is not normal, report it. No matter what it is or where."

"And be careful," Mr. Schuester once again cut in. "Just because we say you can relax for now doesn't mean you should take your guard down completely." Santana nodded as she smiled at Mr. Schuester. Although both of her watchers cared for her safety, she always felt a father-like connection to Mr. Schue. She was happy to have him there to balance Coach Sylvester and vice versa. Her life would be hell if she didn't have both of them.

"Right, what he said," Sue finished. "Now ladies (Mr. Schuester tensed a bit with this jab) I have some Cheerios to whip into shape so if we have nothing else to discuss I am going to take me leave before the little gnomes that live in your hair Will decide they want to move to cleaner pastures." As Coach quickly left before Mr. Schuester could retort she yelled, "I expect a report tonight Lopez," and ran out of the choir room towards the football field.

Santana had to laugh a bit as Mr. Schuester tried to brush off Coach Sylvester's latest insult. If it wasn't for the fact that they had to work together Santana felt sometimes that her watchers would have been sworn enemies instead of partners in demon fighting. Santana looked at Mr. Schuester who was intently looking at some sheet music on the piano. She cleared her throat to remind him that she was still there. When Mr. Schue looked at her with confusion on his face she decided to remind him. "Are we going to do my normal training or are you going to give me the day off too?"

"Oh right. No I think you are good in my area as well Santana. A day off on both fronts I think is in order. Have a nice afternoon off and easy patrolling tonight." Mr. Schuester then went back to looking at the sheet music and began making notes on it.

Seeing Mr. Schuester work so intently made Santana curious so she couldn't stop herself from asking, "Is that a new song for Glee Club?"

Mr. Schuester smiled and looked back up at Santana. "It is a possibility I'm considering. Lindsay's audition today gave me an idea but we will have to see how she and Alex fit in first. Hey, you have been hanging out with Alex. Do you think she would be good in a lead position?"

Santana was surprised by the question. "Well my friends have been getting really close to Alex if that's what you mean. I'm still defensive when it comes to letting people in after the year of hell last year." Mr. Schuester nodded his head in agreement remembering how hard it was for Santana to get used to being the slayer and how hard it was for her to let her friends in on what was really going on. Santana rarely let her walls down for anybody anymore except for those she had already let it. "But to tell you the truth Mr. Schue I think she could handle it. She seems pretty ballsy if you know what I mean."

"Ah yes the 'Shakespeare Standoff'. Well we will just have to see how everything plays out. I think we might be able to win Nationals this year. Anyways, see you tomorrow Santana for normal training."

"Right. Bye Mr. Schue." And with that Santana walked out of the classroom and into the hallway. She looked around for a few seconds trying to figure out what she was going to do and realized that the only person she wanted to see right now was Brittany. She turned and started walking down the hall towards the football field so she could watch the Cheerios practice.

Just as Santana was passing the stairs that led to the Library her phone beeped and as she pulled it out she saw Puckasaurus flash on the screen.

LOPEZ, HOW'S HELL TODAY?

CALL ME WHEN TRAINING IS DONE. I NEED MY WINGMAN TO HELP ME WITH SOMETHING. LATER.

-PUCK

Santana had to laugh at her friend and quickly hit the call button on her phone. Puck answered before the first ring had finished.

"Wait did hell freeze over? What are you doing out so early?"

"I got the afternoon off so I'm going to watch the Cheerios and then take Brits home I think."

"Way to be a gentleman Lopez. Didn't know you could be so romantic," Puck quickly shot back and although Santana couldn't see him she knew he was grinning.

"Shut up Puck! Aren't you supposed to be in practice too?"

"Bieste had to cut practice early cause the new guys wouldn't stop watching the Cheerios. They crashed into each other. It was hilarious."

"Wow. That's pathetic. So what did you want Puck?" Santana decided to cut the crap. Puck loved small talk when he was going to ask for a favor.

"Whoa watch the temper Satan. Just trying to be friendly. Where did Alex go after tryouts? I saw you two walking with that new girl Lindsay."

"She was going to the Library for work. Why do you care?"

"Oh nothing. I just am stuck at school for another hour so I was trying to find someone to hang with. Take a chill pill."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Was that really all you wanted to talk about Puck?"

"No," Puck quickly responded defensively. "I also wanted to know if you were going to patrol tonight and wanted company. We haven't talked in a while."

"Yeah if you want to come and walk through cemeteries and what not I'll be sneaking out of my house at 9. See you then?"

"See you at nine Lopez," and with that Puck quickly hung up the phone.

He is so weird sometimes, Santana thought as she made her way up the steps of the bleachers and looked out on the field. Coach Sylvester was running the girls through their paces but Santana was happy to see that Quinn and Brittany were doing better then most of the other girls out there. Santana could tell this because they weren't hunched over puking. As Santana sat down Brittany made eye contact with her and waved causing Coach Sylvester to send an exasperated look at Santana and yell through the megaphone to get Brittany's attention again.

As Santana sat for another half hour watching the Cheerios she couldn't take her eyes off of her girlfriend as she moved effortlessly across the field. Of all the things that being a Slayer had brought her, Santana was forever grateful for the fact that through her gift she had found the courage to finally not care about what other people said and claim Brittany as hers. Sometimes she felt like Brittany was the only one keeping her sane as she went through this. She would always appreciate the blonde bundle of happiness that she had fallen in love with.

Finally Coach Sylvester seemed pleased with the workout she had put her girls through and yelled through the megaphone, "You all disgust me. Go hit the showers and do not leave until the scent of failure is gone from every inch of your bodies. Move!"

Brittany motioned to Santana that she would be right out and within ten minutes the beautiful blonde was sitting next to Santana on the bleachers. Santana smiled at her, "Hey Sexy."

Brittany giggled and in return pulled on Santana's shirt lightly until she leaned in to kiss her. "You are only saying that because you have been watching me dance in a cheer skirt for the last half hour."

"I always knew you were a genius. You ready to go?" Santana grabbed Brittany's bag for her and extended her pinky to the blonde who quickly reciprocated the gesture.

Brittany was elated that her girlfriend was in such a good mood and questioned her. "Why are you so happy? Did training go really well or something?

"I got the day off Britt-Britt. And I got really good news."

As Santana began to unlock the car Brittany innocently asked, "Good News? Does this mean I can come by later so we can celebrate?"

The minute the question hit her ears Santana's face fell. Since she had to patrol every night she did not get as much time to sleep with Brittany as she would have liked. As sappy as this would sound coming from Santana Lopez, she missed their cuddle parties, and she knew that this was going to take a toll on their relationship soon. Brittany noticed the change in Santana's demeanor the minute it happened and began questioning her. "What is it San? Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry."

"No Britt you didn't say anything wrong. I'm sorry. I have to do a longer patrol tonight because I got the afternoon off. I don't think we will be able to have sleepover and it made me sad. I miss them."

Instead of getting upset about it Brittany just grabbed Santana's chin and kissed her. "I miss them too San, but all I need to do is remind myself that my girlfriend is out saving the world and it helps me feel better. I'm proud of you so I am willing to sacrifice cuddle time if it means you can do your job."

Santana smiled and wrapped her arms around Brittany's neck and just hugged her with all of her might (or at least enough so she wouldn't kill her). "Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you," she spoke in Brittany's ear.

Santana expected the conversation to end after that. What she didn't expect was Brittany to respond just as quick, "That's an easy one. You save the world. Duh!"

After walking around Lima for about 3 hours Santana began to wonder what was the point of bringing Puck along. The minute Puck brought the topic of Alex up Santana regretted bring him entirely.

"Alex wasn't in the Library when I went there this afternoon. In fact the whole place was shut down."

"Really? I guess I was wrong then." Santana was a bit surprised. She had figured that Alex was lying because of how bad she had slipped up this afternoon but when she saw Alex head up the stairs she had assumed there was some truth to her story. After another few moments of silence Puck decided to ask another Alex question.

"So do you think anything is going on between Alex and that Lindsay chick from tryouts?"

Santana shot Puck a confused glare. They were about to enter the Lima Cemetery and considering this was prime vampire territory she felt it was a bad time for Puck to finally get to the topic he had been putting off all evening. "How am I supposed to know Puck? Why do you care?"

"No reason in particular. They just seemed kind of friendly don't you think?"

"Ugh. I don't care Puck. From what I can tell they had never met before."

"Do you think Alex plays for your team?"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Santana words were laced with venom and Puck instantly held his hands up in a defensive posture.

"Nothing absolutely nothing. Just wondering if you thought she was on team gay too?"

"I don't fucking care Puck? Why do you?"

"Ok don't laugh at me but I think I might have a bit of a thing for her."

"I already knew that Puck." Santana had to laugh at Puck's stupidity. Boys, Santana smirked to herself.

"What do you mean you already knew?" Puck's eyes were bulging out of his head and Santana began laughing.

"One, all you do is ask and talk about her. Two, you always need to be around her when she's there. And Three, girls always know. Every girl in our group knows, including Alex. You are pretty obvious."

"Shit," Puck muttered under his breath. "Do you think she might be willing to get on this though?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? Did you really come out with me tonight so you can ask me about your next official hook-up?"

Puck once again got on the defensive. "No. I came out with you because I thought you could use some help. And I felt you would know Alex the best to give me honest input on whether I had a shot or not."

Santana couldn't help but be exasperated with her friend. "Honestly, you really didn't need to come with me Puck. There haven't been that many vampires lately and I can handle myself. Besides, it's not like I know Alex well enough to even help you out so this whole conversation is pointless."

When Puck's face fell Santana immediately felt guilty for snapping at her friend but what next came out of Puck's mouth surprised her. "You really should give her a chance you know."

"Wait, What?"

"Alex," Puck answered very seriously. "You should give her a chance. I know that last year made you question who you could trust and who you should let in but honestly Santana it's about time you got some fresh blood into the circle. You shouldn't have to depend on just us for the rest of your life. It's not healthy."

Santana became very quiet. When Puck called her by her actual name she knew he was being serious. "I just have trust issues ok. You know that."

"Just seriously think about it. For me please. I think a new friend would be good for you. One who doesn't know about all the supernatural bullshit so you can get some normality in your life."

"Fine, Puck, I will try but I won't make any promises."

"That's all I ask. And speak of the devil, here is your first chance. Alex! Hey!" Puck began to yell and wave his arm in the air like an idiot. That was when Santana looked forward and saw her.

Alex was in the cemetery for some reason. As she began walking towards them Santana couldn't help but notice that she was very sweaty and covered in dirt. Alex was breathing very fast and looked like she had just finished working out or something. But what really caught Santana's eye were the two long horizontal gashes on Alex's left bicep that were actually dripping a fair amount of blood. Marks that could be made by—

"Alex," Puck's voice broke into Santana's train of thought. "What are you doing out here?"

"I couldn't sleep so I decided to go for a run."

"Really," Santana cut in, "and you are covered in dirt and bleeding profusely because you what, tripped over a headstone?"

"Yeah, actually," Alex responded. "My foot got caught on a tree stump up there and I cut my arm on a broken headstone as I fell. Hurts like hell too."

"Well that's what you get for running in a cemetery right?" Why is Puck trying to be funny and flirty now?

Alex seemed to sense Puck's attempted flirting and answered, "I honestly didn't realize I was in one until I fell. I have so much on my mind right now you know?"

"Really? Like what?" Santana stabbed at the girl. It wasn't until Puck subtly elbowed her that she remembered she was supposed to be trying to be nice.

"You realize I could ask you the same question so why don't you lay off Santana," Alex shot back clearly annoyed by the questioning she had been getting. Shit, Santana thought. Now I've upset her when I have decided to be nice to her.

"Sorry Alex, that was my bad. I didn't expect to see anyone. Do you want to walk with us so we can get you home?"

Puck perked up at this prospect and tried to subtly wink at Santana to thank her for being a great wingman. Alex obviously caught on and smiled as she slowly let Puck down. "Naw I better run home and get this looked at. It looks like it's pretty deep. I will see you both tomorrow though. Later." And with that Alex quickly turned and ran (pretty fast) in the direction of her house.

"That was weird." It was Puck who voiced the thought that was in Santana's mind. As they both finished the patrol Santana found herself wondering why the new girl would find the need to be in the cemetery around midnight.

As Santana snuck back into her room at about two in the morning she was happy in the fact that once again she hadn't seen any vampires the whole patrol. As she turned on her bedside lamp her happiness grew even more as she realized there was a certain blonde haired, blue-eyed beauty already asleep in her bed. Santana quickly changed into shorts and a tank top and slipped in behind Brittany in order to give her a quick peck on her temple. Brittany immediately began to stir in her arms and as she turned and opened her blue eyes Santana couldn't help but smile at her.

"Hey babe, I thought you weren't going to sleep over tonight?"

"I wanted to wait for you to see how your patrol went." Brittany's voice was husky and deep and Santana couldn't help the shivers that went up and down her spine. "Plus I felt that we needed to celebrate your good news from this afternoon. I couldn't let you do it on your own."

Santana just leaned down to kiss her. "You know I love you right?"

Brittany just smiled and hummed in response still half asleep. "San did you get all the bad guys?"

By this time the comfort of the bed, and the soft warmth that was Brittany's body was beginning to lull Santana to sleep. She slowly answered, "There weren't any bad guys to get Britt. But I did see Alex in the cemetery tonight."

She felt Brittany awaken a little in her arms. "Really, what was she doing there?"

"I don't know Britt but I am going to find out."

Brittany seemed to accept this answer and as both girls began drifting into sleep Santana heard the wisest thing come out of her girlfriend's mouth. "Well maybe she, just like you, has a very important reason for being there. Maybe she has a very important mission too."

Santana laughed and as sleep overtook her she quietly responded, "I highly doubt it Brit. But good try." Yet, despite what her mouth had said, as Santana fell asleep her mind kept flashing one response.

Maybe.