Sorry I've been sick, but moving along...after this chapter things should pick up.

Don't own Glee

Enjoy!

"Soulmate?" Rachel arched an eyebrow at her girlfriend.

"Well, yeah it's the simplest way to put it. Nephilim are the kids of former Guardians and their human love..."

"But, it's not some like everyday love it's only possible for a Guardian to give up their duties for their one." Brittany finished up where Santana left off.

"But, what makes Guardians so special? Why not all angels? I mean my- I mean Taharial and Shelby made me so...?"

"Even if she is or was a Fallen, Shelby is an Angel. You're not a Nephilim babe, you're a...you." The Latina smirked.

"Guardians though, I guess they're special because they are almost always killed before their time. So, they have the chance at love and living again, but usually after a time in service." Brittany tried to explain what she knew of Guardians from her mother.

"So you're Quinn's...chance?" Brittany nodded. "Wow..."

"Are you sure, B? I mean does it have to be Quinn?" Santana sighed.

"You know it's not really a choice San, besides even if it was, she's obviously a good person..."

"And annoying...ufh..." Santana's comment was met with a sharp elbow from her girlfriend.

"...I would probably choose her anyways...or someone like her..." The blonde finished with a shrug.

"Okay, if you're sure then there's only one thing left to do."

"What's that?" The Nephilim quirked an eyebrow at her friend.

"Why bag you your Harpy of course." Santana answered with a devious smirk.

"San..."

"It's okay, Rachel...and it's nice of you to want to help San, but I already have help."

"So, what? You replacing me as your best friend?" The Latina frowned.

"Oh, San, of course not," Brittany got up and squeezed into the booth next to Santana, squishing Rachel into the wall, "You know you're my best friend, but my dreams are pointing to Lucy, I don't know how or why, but Lucy's the key."

"Lucy?"

"Lucy, your neighbor Lucy?" Rachel leaned around her girlfriend to look into the Nephilim's blue eyes.

"Wait...her...who...what?" Santana queried as Brittany nodded.

"I don't understand..." Rachel's brow scrunched.

"That's an understatement."

"I can't...I'm not allowed to tell you guys everything." The blonde answer sadly.

"Alls I know is Heaven has dumb rules." Santana grumbled with crossed arms.

"I'm sorry San," The blonde threw her arms around her best friend in a hug, "I want to tell you, just like I would love your help, but I guess I have to do this alone..."

"Yeah, alone...you and Lucy and Quinn..." Santana sighed her voice losing a lot of it's bite.

A week later Rachel found Quinn up on their rooftop spot. It was 2 a.m. and Santana was on shift at the firehouse for the next 24-hours. Although she hated to admitted the orphan had grown quite co-dependent in her relatioship and found herself unable to get a peaceful night's rest without the Hellion's body curled around her. She often found herself often blinking to the rooftop to clear her mind. She hadn't expected to find Quinn there.

"Torch must be pulling a 24." Quinn murmured as the tiny brunette took a seat next to her.

"Torch...it's one of the nicer names so I'll accept it, but yes Santana is at the firehouse."

"Sucks, huh?" The blonde shrugged gaze never leaving the cityscape.

"Mhm, but why are you here?"

The blonde shrugged again. "I like the view, it's calming..."

"Bad day?" Rachel queried.

"Couple of them, nights are worse..." The Guardian answered cryptically.

"Want to talk about it? I've been told I'm actually a very good listener."

"No."

"I'm sure that if you did talk you would feel better." Rachel pushed.

"Doubtful."

"Fine, don't tell me, I was just trying to be nice." The brunette huffed crossing her arms over her chest.

"Is this reverse psychology now?" The blonde chuckled.

"Depends, is it working?"

"Nope, look Rach thanks for the offer, but I'm more of a work-it-out-in-my-head-by-myself kind."

"Hmmm."

"Yeah, hmmm." Quinn grinned nudging the petite woman in her side.

"So…." The brunette trailed off gazing up at the starlit sky.

"So…." Quinn mimicked.

"So…when are you and Britt gonna stop skirting around each other and hook up?"

"Seriously? Who are you and what have you done to the sweet Rachel? Is this what dating that Hellion has done?"

Rachel shrugged swinging her legs. "What can I say she kinda just rubs off on me."

"Well, tell her to stop that. To answer your question there's nothing between Britt and I. Just because you hooked up with Satanette doesn't mean that we have to as well, we're just friends."

"Maybe you could be more if you tried."

"Yeah, and maybe not."

"Well, you never know unless you try…" Rachel smiled smugly as they descended once again into silence.

"So, does coming up here and staring up put you to sleep?" Quinn whispered as the wind blew softly.

"Nope, not really. It's peaceful and I like watching the church."

"So, if it doesn't help why do it?"

"I didn't say it didn't help, I said it didn't put me to sleep." Rachel smiled glancing into the blonde's hazel eyes.

"Well, then what does it do?"

"I told you it's peaceful, it calms me and it gives me courage…" Brown eyes sparkled with mirth.

"Courage?"

"Mmmmm," Rachel slowly got to her feet and looked down at Quinn, "yeah to sneak into Santana's bunk."

"Hate to admit it, lucky Torch." The Guardian grinned with a bark of laughter.

Rachel shrugged again her feet and calves slowly dissolving into thin air. "If you tried you could go get lucky too."

Quinn rolled her eyes unable to come up with a sarcastic retort before the orphan disappeared. Could she really have some sort of relationship with Brittany? Sure the girl was gorgeous and kind and she had an eerie way of calming her that no one else possessed. The way she'd handled her the day they'd faced Satan was exactly what she needed without her even knowing she needed it. Did it mean anything? She couldn't believe that she'd allowed Rachel to plant this seed into her head. She couldn't, could she? Maybe… She dematerialized destined for the one person who might help her make sense of her thoughts.

So? Next the Lucy/Lucy thing is figured out and some moments of Quitt followed by angst.

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