Santana and Willow sat at the dinner table, some minutes later. They were both drinking tea and Willow was answering Santana's questions. They'd been up all night.
"So… are all vampires evil?" Santana asked.
"Yes, well, unless they have a soul."
"And how can they have their soul back?"
"By spells, mostly" Willow replied.
"I'm sorry I ask so many questions… I'm just so confused."
"It's okay; I think you look cute when you're confused."
Santana blushed and continued with her endless questions. "Are all slayers female, or can there be a male slayer, too?"
"No, I don't know why is this rule, but only a girl can be a slayer."
"So… Basically, you need to have a vagina to slay a vampire."
"Yes" Willow giggled. "You could say so."
"Can I ask you one more question? I promise this is the last one" Santana said.
"Well, of course. That's why I'm here for. I'm like your watcher."
"Are you single?"
Willow stuttered. "S-sure. W-why?"
"Just curious."
The girls kept chatting for a couple more hours, until the sun rose again. Then, the rest of the gang left their rooms to have breakfast. Rachel was wearing an old-fashioned nightgown, Sam was shirtless and Blaine was wearing his t-shirt backwards. Kurt was still sleeping or he couldn't walk after last night's sex.
"Hi, Santana" Rachel said with the same enthusiasm she always woke up with. "Hello… Who are you?"
"Oh, she's just a friend of mine… I invited her to drink tea, that's all" Santana replied without thinking too much.
"You invited her to have tea at this time? Wanky! I mean… Nice to meet you" Rachel and Willow awkwardly shook hands. "My name is Rachel Berry, but you probably already know that if you saw me on those Funny Girl billboards all around the city."
"I'm Blaine Anderson and it's a pleasure to meet you" Blaine introduced himself to the new girl politely.
"And I'm Sam and I fancy your hairdo" Sam said, doing his best impression of a British accent. It reminded Willow of Giles, an old friend.
"It's a pleasure to meet you all. I'm Willow Rosenberg, by the way. I have to leave now. I have some stuff to do, but I'll see you guys tomorrow." She grabbed her purse and left.
Blaine caught a glimpse of her purse. It seemed like she had a crossbow. And a stake. Blaine had a strange feeling about it. Nightbird was going to prowl in the Big Apple tonight. He needed answers.