A/N: I believe I will be taking the suggestion of someone and using all of the fandoms... eventually. Oh and in this chapter I used a song.
Heart, Wait for an Answer.

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Rachel didn't know what time it was when she woke up. It was still dark out, but the black was starting to turn a dark gray. Quinn and Sarah were both still asleep, so she slipped out of bed, and left the room as silently as possible. The hallway was quiet and Rachel didn't really know where she was going, but she was restless and knew she had to move. She'd spent so many years getting up early, exercising, and working towards goals.

She took the stairs down to the main level of the hotel. She could hear voices off in the distance, but didn't go looking for them. What was she supposed to do now? Everything she'd ever known, everything she'd ever wanted, was all gone. There were double doors at the end of the hall she was walking down, and she turned the handles carefully, opening them to reveal an auditorium. Plush royal blue velvet seating, and even two balcony boxes; this place was amazing.

She'd only had two more years of school and then she'd been meant for Broadway. Now the end of the world was here and instead of singing and dancing she was supposed to be killing and destroying. Her fathers had… her fathers had paid… Good God, where were her fathers? Where was her Dad? Where was her Daddy? They couldn't just be dead, she refused to believe that.

Rachel found herself mid stage, face turned up towards the dark ceiling, and she didn't know why, but she wanted… no, needed, to sing. She started soft and built up.

"Someone told me to call; So I did and no one answered
And I don't hear a sound; But I know someone's laughing
I'm trying hard to keep my confidence; You take advantage of my innocence

Where are you, how are you; I wait for an answer, Wait for an answer
It's been so long. I'll hold on; And wait for an answer; Wait for an answer

No one knows you; What you go though, but I do; The phone keeps ringing
No one knows what you're thinking; But I do, I do, I do

They were laughing at you; And I held out my hand
I was trying to get through; Without losing again

Where are you, how are you; I wait for an answer Wait for an answer
It's been so long. I'll hold on; And wait for an answer; Wait for an answer

What's that you say I can't hear you; Are those words meant for me, As they appear to be
The tension in my voice awakes you; You know who I am but my name escapes you

They were looking for you; And you started to run
If they asked about you; I wouldn't tell anyone

Where are you, how are you; I wait for an answer - Wait for an answer
It's been so long. I'll hold on; And wait for an answer, Wait for an answer

The kind of woman I am; I do things that you can't understand; But there are times when you should
Check the line on my face; Don't look at me now; Look at me now, Look at me now

Where are you, how are you; I wait for an answer Wait for an answer
It's been so long. I'll hold on; And wait for an answer, Wait for an answer

Someone told me to call..."

As the last note trailed off, and she thought she might cry, she heard light clapping at the back. "Nice pipes," the guy told her as he moved forward.

"Thank you," she murmured holding back her tears as he came closer. He was about Puck's height, and ruggedly handsome. He had jade green eyes and was a bit scruffy, but his sandy dark blonde hair was trimmed and spiked a bit in front. He vaguely reminded her of someone. "I didn't realize any one else was in here, I wouldn't have…"

"Nah, you're fine," he waved her off. "There aren't any rooms closed off around here. As for me well, we were having a 'meeting'," he held up his fingers for air quotations, "where I got to piss off at least three people; which I always consider a success, and I decided I was done. I heard you and thought I'd take a look. Dean Winchester," he held out his hand.

"Rachel Berry," she said shaking the offered appendage. "Oh! You must be related to Sam Winchester."

"He's my little brother," at her grin he laughed. "Well, maybe he's not so little, but he's younger and I love reminding him. And you are one of our new slayers."

She shrugged. "I guess."

"You'll love it, it's a whole different ballgame from the way it used to be from what I've heard" he told her. They both left the auditorium and began walking. "You can totally kick ass and send little bitches cryin' to their mamas."

She gave him an odd look; yet another boy who indulged in cussing and fighting, although she really couldn't call this one a boy. "I've never been much of one for engaging in violent activities."

"Well, write that off. Now that you're a slayer, you're gonna be all about it… and you won't be able to help yourself. Slayers like to fight. Most normals can't even keep up. Of course I can, but I'm the badass of all badasses."

"You sound like a frie… a guy I know," she murmured. "What did you and your brother do before the zombies?"

"We were hunters."

Her mouth dropped open. "As in YOU KILLED BAMBI!"

Dean winced at the screech knowing it would attract the attention of a certain blonde slayer. "No! We hunted supernatural nasties. Ghosts, a few vampires, a lot of possessed assholes… basically the same things a slayer kills, and us without all your superpowers."

"There she is, told ya she was around here… worried much?"

"Berry, what the hell are you doing down here?"

Dean and Rachel looked to see Buffy standing near the elevator with a clearly annoyed Puck.

"Oh hello, Noah. Well, I couldn't sleep so I started looking around and I found this amazing auditorium…"

"Xander put a lot of hard work into that," Buffy sounded proud.

"Hey, we helped!" Dean interjected.

"It's truly amazing!" Rachel told them both, and then turned her attention back to Puck. "I sang and Dean heard me and we got to talking."

"Did you know this girl could sing?" Dean asked Buffy.

"Well, they are a Glee club…"

"She's amazing. Next run we should hit a music store and clean it out of instruments."

"That's a good idea!" Buffy grinned.

"Oh yes," Rachel began.

"Dressed like that?" Puck asked, drawing their attention back to him, and away from the man she was standing far too close to.

"What?" she looked confused for a moment. Then she realized she'd come down in the sleep shorts and camisole she'd worn to bed. "Well… it covers up more than my swimsuit…"

"Hey, I didn't mind it," Dean smiled lecherously.

Buffy snorted, "You wouldn't."

"I probably should get a robe or something," Rachel decided. "I was hoping that I would have a chance to speak to Buffy…"

"I was actually just getting a chance to go lay down for a bit, after someone who shall remain nameless ended our meeting rather abruptly," Buffy shared. "But if you need to talk…"

"Oh no, it's not an emergency or anything. I just wanted to discuss this whole slayer business and the training you were talking about, and trying to find our parents if possible…"

"Tell you what, let me get some sleep and we'll meet up before lunch. We'll get Giles and the other slayers to talk about that stuff, and we'll get Willow and the other witches and your friends to talk about locating any Lima survivors?"

Rachel smiled widely. "Thank you! That sounds wonderful. I do really appreciate it." She began to walk away with Puck and turned back. "It was nice meeting you Dean! Thank you for your lovely compliments!"

Dean smiled charmingly. "Hey, no problem, Gorgeous! I'll see ya soon. Maybe you can sing some requests for me!"

She giggled. "I can try."

Then the elevator doors shut.

"Are you flirting with that kid?" Buffy grinned.

"She's a sweetie, and I wasn't kiddin' about the singin'; I wonder if she does any Metallica?" he pondered as they waited for the second elevator. "Did you see the look on his face?" Dean gave the blonde a naughty smirk.

Buffy laughed. "I thought he was going to push her behind his body and beat on his chest a few times."

"Dude was totally stakin' a claim." Dean just shook his head. "Like I'd take advantage of a girl ten years younger than me."

"Gotta remember, they don't know us yet." The two stepped onto the empty elevator and pressed for the top floor.

"Yeah, was kinda fun yankin' his chain though."

"I have a feeling that besides Rachel and Brittany, the three big guys in their group, Puck, Finn and David are going to be good fighters. Mike, Matt, Scott and Jake are going to be fast, but those other three I think are gonna be a lot like you guys…"

He knew what she was saying. "We'll just have to work on getting them some training then."

"It's gonna be hard," she murmured. "Those boys are going to have to fight the natural desire to protect those girls."
The elevator stopped and they stepped off heading for their two rooms which were coincidentally across from each other.

"It is hard," Dean shrugged. "But when the slayers go out we don't get in their way. They do their thing, we do our thing. Provide back up. Doesn't mean we don't pull our own weight. They'll figure it out."

"I just know that for some guys, and their egos, that's a hard lesson to learn."

Puck was silent as the elevator doors shut and the elevator began rising to their floor.

"So what made you come looking for me?" Rachel asked.

"Sarah woke up and got scared when she saw you were gone."

Rachel frowned. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare her."

"It's not your job to be there constantly. She's not your sister. She just got scared. I told her I'd take a look. We're just not used to this place or these people yet." He was quiet for a moment before speaking again, "You gotta be careful, Berry. What if that Dean guy had tried something?"

Rachel blinked up at him. "Well… then I would have thrown him into a wall… I'm pretty strong now, Noah. Besides, Dean was really nice." Rachel stopped at her door and smiled at him. "He's Sam's brother." She slipped into the room before she could see his frown.

Breakfast seemed to run late for everyone, as it seemed both groups slept in past their normal wake up times. Between themselves, Buffy's group and the first group rescued, the small children without parents or guardians were being well looked after. While they ate Willow began making her way around the room towards the Lima survivors. "Good morning," the redhead greeted.

"How are you doing this morning, Ms. Rosenburg?" Emma asked.

"Please, just call me Willow. All of you. And I'm doing fine, thank you. I am actually going to begin working on trying to locate any other Lima refugees. I was hoping I could get a strand of hair from everyone here? I've already gotten hair from the kids."

"What you gonna do with our hair?" Mercedes asked.

"I use it in a variation of a location spell. It's similar to the spell I use to locate all slayers, but this puts the focus on the DNA in the strand. Unfortunately there's more to it than science. If you want to watch later, you sure can," Willow offered. "You just have to be quiet."

"You don't do anything that hurts people do you?" Tina asked.

Willow hid her wince well. "No. My magic is tied to the Earth. I don't do dark magics," she told them softly.

No one seemed to doubt her, and they all seemed more than willing to pluck a hair from their heads to give to her. She took each, holding them up, murmuring a word and the strand would disappear.
"That is the most hellacious thing I have ever seen," Mercedes murmured.

"Yo! People!" Everyone turned to see Faith standing on a chair. "Giles and B want all the slayers to meet in the room we all portaled into yesterday." The man, Xander, muttered something up to her. "People can come watch if they wanna." Then she jumped off the chair and began moving out of the room.

"That's us, Brittany." Rachel stood up and looked at the blonde Cheerio who was also standing up.

Sarah tapped Rachel's leg. "Can I come watch?'

"If it's okay with your brother…"

"I thought I'd take a look," he admitted.

Quinn and Finn had moved forward as well.

"I thought I'd go watch what the redhead, Willow, was doing," Kurt spoke.

"I'm surprised," Rachel told the boy. "I think we're going to be sparring. I would have thought you'd pay money to see someone hit me."

"I must admit, it is a bit terrifying to know that my safety is now reliant upon your well being." Kurt and Rachel shared a small smile of understanding.

"Looks like Willow is going to the slayer meeting," Tina pointed out.

"How about that? I might get to see you get hit after all," his grin widened.

"I don't know. I might be a natural at this whole thing…"

The Glee clubbers headed into the portal room, and everyone except for Rachel and Brittany sat along the wall. The chairs had been removed from the room and the girls in the middle of the room were stretching. Including Rachel and Brit there were ten, but everyone was a bit startled to see two younger girls up and stretching.

"My name is Buffy Summers. I was called as the Slayer when I was fifteen years old. At that time there was only one. When you're first called you're assigned a Watcher. Your Watcher is there to help train you, and teach you about the monsters you'll end up fighting. After moving to Sunnydale I went against a very bad vampire that went by the name The Master. He bit me and then dropped me in a puddle of water. I drowned but Xander performed CPR and brought me back. I was dead only minutes, but it was long enough for another slayer to be called. That's how it was. Slayers were called young, and died young. Most slayers didn't make it to their eighteenth birthday. They lasted one to two years. The slayer called after me, Kendra, came to Sunnydale, and we worked together. She was killed by two vampires, and when she died, another was called."

"That was me." Faith stepped forward. "Faith Lehane. I was fifteen. When it picks you… it don't care about background, it don't care what you been through, or who you were… it don't matter no more. You're the slayer. I saw my first Watcher murdered right before my eyes. My second Watcher was evil. My third… well, he eventually came through, but died in the L.A. riots a few months back. I wasn't with him at the time. I did what no self respecting Slayer would ever do, I fell to the dark." Tears glittered in the beautiful girl's eyes. "This ain't an easy road, and you girls are gonna be real lucky, cuz you won't have to walk it alone."

"Faith found her way back," Buffy said softly, seeing that Rachel was going to ask. "And a better slayer you won't find. Because she can teach you how it should be and know when you're walking too close to where you shouldn't. About two and a half years ago the need came for more than two slayers."

"So we called them," Willow took over the tale now. "I called them. I used the power of the Earth, the power of the slayer line, and the scythe, and I called all with the potential to be a slayer into their power."

Buffy pulled the gleaming red scythe out, and it was like a beacon, all the slayers moved towards it. "If you're ever in need it appears for you," she told them softly.

"There were more… slayers. More than the ten that are in here now," Willow walked forward and stood next to Buffy. "Some have died fighting the creatures they're meant to fight, even though they didn't go out alone anymore. Some have died against these… zombies."

"What Willow is trying to tell you is that you can die," the older gentleman, again dressed in tweed, spoke, his accent British. "No matter how strong, how fast, or how quickly you heal, you can die."

"G-Man is right, that is what we're sayin'," Xander spoke from where he sat against the wall.

"Alexander, must you continue with that bloody awful nickname? It's been years and yet still you continue…" the man sighed. "I was assigned as Buffy's second Watcher."

"My first was killed by a really powerful vamp named Lothos. It was before Sunnydale. Giles has been my Watcher ever since."

"Unfortunately, or possibly even fortunately, as a majority of the others were plonkers, there are no more Watchers… the same evil that required the need for a multitude of slayers blew up the Watcher's Council in England, and all the Watcher's with it."

"He almost looks happy about that," Will murmured to Xander.

"Well, they did fire him," Xander stated matter of fact. "And they tried to kill his slayer… and then they tried to kill Faith.

"What we're going to be doing is sparring. We'll work on it every day. Anyone and everyone who plans on going out on supply runs will be included in these sessions, not just slayers. If you go out on supply runs you will be outfitted in all leather; boots, pants, jacket, gloves. We try to cover as much of your body while giving you mobility. Plus, leather is a bitch to try and bite through. Dean?"

Dean stepped forward, winking at Rachel who graced him with a wide smile. "Buffy and Faith work with the slayers. We don't do too much with them because with their abilities they could break our bones very easily. That doesn't mean we're chumps. For those of you wanting to go on a run, you'll be working with Riley, Graham, my brother Sam, Xander, or myself."

Xander looked at Will. It was clear to see the indecision on the teacher's face. "Will, we were hoping you would stay here on the homefront while we're on runs?"

There was relief, but then shame. "I was going to offer to go on runs," the Spanish teacher said quietly.

"Will… you're not a fighter, and there's nothing wrong with that. Hell, for a long time, neither was I. The only reason I fought was because I have to. Don't get me wrong. We want to teach you to fight, because everyone here needs to learn, just for their safety, but for runs, we're good. But here, with the addition of the extra kids and the extra teens...We don't know what parents we're going to find alive… Having you here, helping us find activities and helping to assign the kids to different areas. You know these kids."

"I can do that."

"Excellent."

Puck, Matt, Mike and the hockey guys were heading over to talk to the Dean guy about training. Finn looked at Quinn and found her eyes on him. "I have to go with them."

Quinn wanted to scream and shout, she wanted to sob and grab his arm, not letting go until he promised he wouldn't do anything so stupid. "I know," she whispered. She didn't though. She didn't grab him because she knew he wouldn't let his friends, his brothers go out there without him. Just like he hadn't let Puck go to save Sarah. "You have to be there for the guys… and you have to be there for Rachel."

Her words startled him. "Quinn…"

"Finn, I love you. I haven't shown it. You're a good man, and I treated you like an imbecile because I was a spoiled child…"

"It's not like I was acting smart or anything," he mumbled.

"You were nothing but good to me. I know you will always have feelings for Rachel, and now I can see why. I love you, and I know you love me, but, now I will understand if you choose her. And I will support you in whatever your decision is." Quinn slowly got to her feet and moved off, following after Kurt and Mercedes who were with Willow.
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