A.N: There... wasn't that better?

Read Me please! So I am an author who needs validation. This isn't me fishing for reviews by the by. This is me letting all my lovely faithful readers know that I am posting a Buffy/Glee cross and while I would love to stick it solely in Glee I can't because there is a crap load of Buffy and Angel characters in it, especially at first. So be on the look out for it if that is your thing.

Monday August 22, 2010

3:36 P.M.

Kurt was pretty sure he had been wrong about Rachel and Santana. A week of hardcore spying had revealed nothing untoward between the two girls that he could see. The biggest clue was Rachel though. The little diva didn't act guilty or weird around Quinn and Kurt was 99% sure that she would have acted squirrelly around the blonde if she had cheated.

Now that school had started again, Santana was reattached to Brittany's hip which meant that as soon as the blonde forgot how much she had missed everyone during the summer Santana would have little to do with all of them. Quinn wasn't a cheerio, and neither were Kurt and Rachel since they had quit at after Nationals last year. It wouldn't do for the current HBIC to be seen hanging out with the sub basement dwellers of McKinley.

"Hi guys!" Mr. Schuester hurried into the room, late as was normal and smiled at the gathered team.

He received greetings from everyone, more enthusiastic than he would get later in the year because his kids had missed him.

He beamed and announced without hesitation, "Ok guys, we need to recruit new members. That will be our assignment for this week!"

The team stared at him until Finn blurted, "Why?"

Mr. Schue might have answered if Santana had given him the chance, "We have twelve members. The last time we let someone else into our club he egged Berry and messed with Ladyface's head."

The rest of the team murmured in agreement.

Mr. Schue was quick to try and counter the argument, "We need get more members guys, try to help build the club and improve our reputation around school."

Mercedes rebutted him this time, "Who cares what the rest of the school thinks. We're a family Mr. Schue. We don't need anyone else."

Mr. Schue winced and tried one more time, "We have to prepare for any contingency guys. What if Sue goes crazy and decides to take her cheerios," Santana scoffed, "Or if a football game is scheduled during a competition or" He grinned "Someone dies." The tone was joking but it didn't matter.

Quinn's reaction was instant and harsh, "Don't joke about that." Her hand curled around Rachel and she tugged the little diva closer, not understanding why the thought of someone dying sent a bolt of terror right through her.

Kurt fought down the wave of fear that shot through him as well. It was hard to figure out why but it was almost like déjà vu. Mr. Schue should not be joking about someone dying.

Mr. Schue held up a hand and spoke the magic words, "Sorry guys. That was a bad joke. Look we have to have more members if we want to have a shot at beating Vocal Adrenaline."

The team straightened in their chairs and Santana declared with a competitive gleam in her eyes, "Where do start."

Wednesday August 24, 2010

12:34 P.M.

Kurt wondered if he should have told Quinn about his suspicions. It was like he and his blonde friend had entered the twilight zone. It was rather innocuous really and it was something that both Kurt and Rachel had been used to since freshman year.

Karofsky slinked past Rachel and Quinn and launched a slushy into Rachel face. Before Quinn, Puck, or even Finn could react a tan pair of hands had collared the large jock and slammed him into the lockers.

Therein lay the weirdness.

Santana Lopez snarled up at Karofsky with a slightly crazed look in her eyes, "What fuck do you think you're doing, slushying my girl?"

Rachel, whose own reaction to being slushied had been missed by Kurt and Quinn, wiped the slushy from her eyes and spoke up, "Santana its fine."

Karofsky smirked down at the Latina, "See Lopez. It's fine."

Santana growled and aimed a fist at one of the jock's kidneys and raised her voice, "She's off limits Karofsky or did I stutter last year? Stay away from her or I'll make your life hell."

The jock stared down at Santana in surprise, "Damn Lopez. She must be something in bed."

Kurt's spine tensed at the same moment Quinn's shoulders bunched and her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Rachel rolled her eyes and Santana ground out, "Keep pushing it Karofsky."

The boy seemed to sense that Santana was close to snapping and so he backed down and went limp. He slipped away as soon as the Latina let him go.

Kurt and Quinn grabbed a hold of Rachel's elbows and steered her into the girls' restroom near the choir room. The toilets were always broken or flooding but the sinks worked fine and they weren't likely to be interrupted.

They didn't notice Rachel tense and resist just slightly at the door.

Quinn sat her girlfriend down and gently began wiping the slushy from her face.

After a few minutes of silence the door opened and Brittany handed Kurt a change of clothes for Rachel.

Quinn smiled gratefully at her blonde friend, "Thanks Britt."

Brittany shrugged, "Santana broke into her locker for me and told me to bring the clothes."

Kurt tried not to but his eyes caught Quinn's. The former Cheerio's eyes were narrowed almost imperceptibly. She glanced down at the diva who had her eyes closed and seemed to shake off whatever thought she had as she resumed gently combing through Rachel's hair.

After a time the girl was changed and squawking about being late to class. Quinn smiled as her girl hurried from the bathroom with a shouted 'thank you' but Kurt noticed it didn't reach Quinn's eyes.

Friday August 26, 2010

3:50 P.M.

The next two days after Karofsky's slushy attack were spent watching Rachel and Santana. This time though it was Quinn who had an itching suspicion that she couldn't quiet vocalize. She had picked up little things that by themselves wouldn't mean much but knowing Santana and put together meant a lot.

Santana never called Rachel anything but Rachel now. Not even Berry, just Rachel. Brittany's flagging interest in the gleeks had not led to Santana and Britt abandoning the group for the Cheerios as everyone had expected. No, now Santana was the one leading the tall blonde dancer to the table. She had even offered the diva a smile, albeit half hearted. The Latina also seemed to have developed a mad hate on for Karofsky and had involved the other foot ball players in her quest for vengeance. Puck especially seemed to take pleasure in body checking Karofsky into the lockers. No one was quite sure why but it was made very clear that Rachel Berry was really, really off limits and that Santana was willing to enforce the edict.

Quinn wanted desperately to believe that Santana was doing it for her and for Brittany even but something about the way she looked at Rachel now made her skin prickle. There was a gentleness there that Quinn had only ever seen directed towards Brittany. And Santana loved Brittany, had since eight grade.

Rachel was harder to read. She seemed at ease in the Latina's presence in a way she hadn't been last year. She had even recommended one of her solos go to the Latina. She was as affectionate as ever with Quinn in private despite having put the brakes on the physical side of their relationship slightly. Quinn didn't know what to think. Rachel had been raring to go before her theater camp and even during her opening night so why was she pulling back now? Quinn was content to wait but adding Rachel's sudden hesitation to everything else made for a grim picture if she allowed herself to look at it that way.

She gazed at her girlfriend who was standing by the piano discussing a dance move with Brittany and then turned to look at Santana. The Latina was gazing at the two girls by the piano with a small private smile and it galled Quinn that she couldn't quite tell who Santana was watching.

Mr. Schue clapped his hands and smiled at the group, "Ok guys I think that's enough for today."

The teens began gathering their things and Quinn waited until just she, Santana, and Rachel remained.

"Rach?" She stood and shouldered her bag, "Do you want a ride?"

Rachel turned and offered her girlfriend a smile and but it was Santana who answered, "Actually Q, if you don't mind I was kinda hoping Rachel could help me with my solo. I've been going sharp on the last bridge." She shifted and mumbled, "Or you know, whatever."

Rachel beamed at Santana, "I am really very happy that you've chosen to take glee so seriously Santana. Of course I'll stay and help you. With your voice I really feel you could blow us away with this solo."

Santana shrugged and sat on the piano bench and raised an eyebrow at Quinn who desperately wanted to stay but didn't really have an excuse. She needed to get home and if Santana was Rachel's ride she really had no reason to stay. She dragged her feet to Rachel's side and bent her head. She captured the diva's lips in a slightly harsh kiss before breaking away to look at Santana again. The Latina was determinedly not looking in their direction.

The blonde squelched the growl bubbling in the back of her throat and tried not to stalk from the choir room. She slowly made her way to her car and sagged against the door for a moment before she dug her keys out of her jeans pocket and slipped into the vehicle. She sat alone in the vacant parking lot for sometime before she decided to call her mom and tell her she was going to Kurt's. A minute later and she was cursing as she slipped from the car and hurried back to the choir room to retrieve her phone.

She was at the door and had her hand on the handle when she caught a glimpse of something that stole her breath away.

Santana was kneeling in front of a silently crying Rachel. The Latina's hand was cupping the diva's cheek and through her tears the smaller brunette was attempting to smile at the Cheerio. After a time the Latina stood and pulled the diva to her feet and caught her in a gentle hug.

Quinn jerked away from the door and rushed from the school as her eyes flooded with tears. What the hell was Santana doing comforting her girlfriend? Why was Rachel crying? She wrenched her car door open and started the car with a violent twist of her key before peeling out of the parking lot.

As she drove she cursed herself for the hope she had felt. She knew damn it. She knew something was going on with them.

7:45 P.M.

Quinn had buried herself under a mountain of blankets and was contemplating sleeping until graduation when a knock sounded on her door.

"Quinnie?"

Quinn groaned and barked out, "What?"

There was a pause on the other side of the door before Judy spoke, "I'll ignore the tone because you aren't feeling good. Rachel dropped your cell phone off, she wanted to come up but I told her you didn't feel up to company."

Quinn dragged herself from her bed and threw open her door. She took her phone and made to shut the door.

Her mom's hand caught the door before she could shut it, "Are you ok honey? You look…" She trailed off.

Quinn was glad she was being tactful. She knew she looked awful but she really didn't need her mom to point it out.

She sighed, "I'll be ok mom. I think I'm just going to sleep this weekend."

Her mom nodded reluctantly and allowed her to close the door. Quinn flopped down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. She'd sleep the weekend away and then she was going to destroy Santana.

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