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This story is No. 2 in the series "Lima Hellmouth". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Glee S2 AU, Before he was a principal Figgins taught at Sunnydale High. So when one of the new students, Blaine, starts to disappear he knows where to go to seek assistance.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Television > Glee
Television > QAF (UK and US versions)
RivuletFR1348,5310126,91921 Mar 117 Jun 11No

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Glee, BTVS, AtS or QaF. None of these is my toy box and I’m merely playing. I also own nothing to do with Mika, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Skillet, Sandman, Marvel or DC.

Pairing: Rachel/Finn, Mike/Tina, Dawn/Connor, hints of Santana/Brittany, Sam/Kurt UST, Sam/Quinn UST, Blaine/Kurt UST

A/N: This is intended to be the start of a series, which I have plotted several fics for. That being said I intend to put ‘The Rocky Horror Glee Show’ throughout several fics since it takes awhile to put a play together. At this point Molly Taylor is the only char I’ve pulled from QaF, which was done to have another slayer and to work in the background for Sam. I intend to bring Hunter in later on.

The Boy Who Almost Disappeared:

Figgins knew that there was more than one person at McKinley High who thought he was incompetent. He knew that no one understood his methods. He knew that no one understood he was protecting his life while watching out for his students.

None of them had taught at Sunnydale High when the mayor had turned into a demon and tried to eat them all.

Will still, occasionally, tried to convince him vampires weren’t real.

Figgins wasn’t stupid. He knew Tina wasn’t really a vampire. He’d checked with holy water. Still Lima had slowly growing overabundance of churches and he wasn’t taking chances. He avoided going out at night and always carried a stake.

There were odd things here and there, nastiness, but nothing he couldn’t overlook. Then one of the new students started to fade and Figgins knew it had gotten worse.

He did the only thing he could think of, he called Rupert Giles. This came with confirmation that Lima was like Sunnydale, only on a much smaller scale. Giles had thought it such a small scale that it shouldn’t have affected anyone to that degree.

Figgin was satisfied that Giles associates would have someone investigate until he walked out and realized Blaine was practically see-through. He greeted the young man, grateful when he appeared solid once again. Then he called Giles in a panic. Both principals he’d worked under in Sunnydale had been eaten.

All he could do was hope they’d send a slayer soon. In the meantime Figgins didn’t let himself relax. He called Blaine and Will into his office to inform the both of them that Blaine was now a part of New Directions. Blaine sank into his seat looking for all the world as if he actually wanted to disappear as William protested. Figgins refused to back down and once it was clear Blaine would attend he was allowed to leave.

“He said he refused to audition,” Will tried, “I can’t let him in if he can’t sing.”

“You can’t teach him to dance? To ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ in the background?” Figgins teased.
Will’s face said he wasn’t understanding the joke.

“I thought Mike Chang couldn’t sing, isn’t he a contributing member?”

Will frowned.

“As it stands,” Figgins continued, “you shouldn’t need to. If you get that young man to open up you’ll have another lead singer on your hands.

William was still unconvinced and Figgins could see him gearing up for another loud and hearty protest. For a moment Figgins had to wonder if Will had lost all his snark from arguing with Sue or if he’d never had any to begin with.

“Blaine was one of the lead singers for the Dalton Academy Warblers,” Figgins revealed as he turned his computer around and pressed play, “Consider this his audition.”

Figgins sat back smugly as he watched Will change his mind about Blaine.

Blaine hesitated outside the door. What could Figgin really do if he refused to join Glee? He took a deep breath. How could he go into a room full of music and pretend it wasn’t for him?Could he remain unnoticed? Was he that strong?

Blaine frowned at the floor, pushed the door open and slowly crossed from the hallway into the room. He paused once inside the room. Rachel was gesturing about a point as her whole body was into the conversation she was having with Finn. Mike was figuring out a dance and Tina was working on following, along with Mercedes and Kurt. Kurt was the only one who looked up at the opening door. Blaine’s breath caught. He’d seen Kurt in the halls, sat near him in one class, but had never had the other young man look directly at him. Kurt’s face was confused for a moment before he shrugged and went back to dancing with his friends.

Blaine hovered a moment longer, confused himself. Shouldn’t one of them have commented on a new member in their mists? Maybe going unnoticed would be easier than he’d originally thought.
He found a seat, dumping his bag at his feet as he watched, resisting the urge to join.

Blaine sat back in his seat and closed his eyes, listening as they began working on adding a song to Mike’s steps, even if they couldn’t agree on the song.

Then there was a weight in his lap and a shriek. Blaine’s eyes flew open to take in the Cheerio that had landed in his lap. Her eyes were large as she took him in. Her mouth opened and closed in astonishment.

“You weren’t there,” Brittany informed Blaine.

Blaine frowned, confused.

“You weren’t,” she told him again.

“Brit,” Santana reassured, “It’s okay you didn’t see the loser. He can move and we can have our seats.”

Brittany frowned, eyes taking him in slowly. Santana swore and grabbed Brittany, “We’ll find different seats.”

“But he really wasn’t there,” Brittany protested, her voice shaky.

Santana pulled Brittany into nearby seats as she wrapped comforting arms around her. Brittany peeked a glance at Blaine again.

Blaine sank against the seat.

“Hey,” Finn said, trying to get his attention before he asked, “Where did you come from?”

Blaine looked up. They were all giving him confused looks. This was not the way to go unnoticed. Blaine stared down at his feet. Thankfully that before anyone could ask another question Mr. Scheuster walked in and greeted all of them before moving to the white board.

“Mr. Shue!” Rachel called out, “We have a spy!”

Mr. Scheuster turned around, frowning as the last few members straggled in.

“Who is that?” Rachel asked as she pointed at Blaine.

Mr. Scheuster blinked, frowned at Blaine for a moment before he shook himself and said, “That’s Blaine Anderson. Figgins had him join.”

“He didn’t audition,” Quinn pointed out.

Blaine gripped the sides of his seat and closed his eyes tightly.

“He looks like he’s about to faint,” Kurt put in.

“Serious stage fright,” Mercedes agreed.

“Maybe he can dance?” Mike tried.

Blaine flinched at the sudden flare of voices all focused on him. He was almost thankful when Mr. Scheuster held up his hands and called, “Guys. Guys! Look, Figgins wanted him to join. He’s a bit shy at the moment, so maybe we can be nice and see if he warms up to us.”

There were more protests and Blaine wasn’t sure that the chair he was sitting on wouldn’t have permanent marks from where his fingers had dug into it so tightly. Eventually they settled, eventually it seemed they’d forgotten he was there.

Blaine breathed a sigh of relief when it was over, grabbed his bag and practically ran out the door. He was headed towards his car when he spotted a pair of familiar faces, familiar jackets and he froze once again.

“Wes, David,” he greeted as he dumped his bag into his car.

They both stared.


“David’s car or yours?” Wes asked. It wasn’t long before cars were figured out and his friends had him settled in at a nearby coffee shop.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” David started, “We could’ve helped you look for scholarships.”

Blaine stared down at his coffee cup with a frown, “My parents didn’t tell me till near the end of the summer.”

“But you love it at Dalton,” Wes protested.

“And it’s expensive,” Blaine pointed out, “my parents need to downsize.”

“So we’re out a lead singer,” Wes frowned.

Blaine picked at his coffee cup, “Maybe I’m not good anymore.”

“What?” David exclaimed.

Blaine shrugged, “I haven’t sung anything since I switched schools. I feel like I’m on mute, but I can’t…and now they’ve practically forced me to join their glee club and I don’t know how I’m supposed to remain anonymous if I start singing. I can’t start singing.”

“Why would you want to be anonymous?” David asked.

“If I don’t get notice,” Blaine explained, “then I don’t get bullied.”

“You’re parents knew what torture your last school put you through,” Wes protested, “I can’t believe they’d send you to another when…when Dalton…”

Blaine frowned as Wes trailed off into a scowl.

“They figure I can keep my head low,” Blaine said, “It’s only two more years. As long as I don’t call attention to myself I should be fine.”

“That’s just…that’s…” Wes scowled.

Blaine shrugged, “My sister will start my senior year and any reputation I have could affect her.”

Wes and David exchanged a look.

“This is not happening,” Wes protested, “We need you in the Warblers.”

“We’re finding you scholarships,” David reassured, “We’ll have you back at Dalton before next semester.”

“I’d really like that,” Blaine said before he frowned, “But really guys, I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” Wes said, “This isn’t the Blaine we know.”

Blaine frowned.

“You look like you’re trying to disappear,” David pointed out.

“I think it would be easier if I did,” Blaine said quietly.

Wes and David exchanged another worried look.

“It just would,” Blaine reiterated.

“Why would you think that?” Wes asked.

“They regularly throw kids in dumpsters there,” Blaine informed them, voice haunted.

“We’ll get you back at Dalton,” David promised.

Dawn Summers looked up as her slayer hovered near her desk. She took in Brittany, watched the girl shifting her feet. She set her pen down.

“Blaine Anderson,” Brittany told her.

“Who?” Dawn asked.

“He’s a student here,” Brittany continued, “and I sat on him.”

Brittany’s eyes were huge as if she was revealing a big secret and Dawn couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m sure he didn’t protest too much,” Dawn reassured.

“He wasn’t there,” Brittany tried to explain.


“When I sat down he wasn’t there,” Brittany tried again, “He wasn’t there until I sat on him. It was like he was invisible or something.”

Dawn frowned, “What did you say his name was again?”

“Blaine Anderson.”

“Figgins called Giles about him,” Dawn said slowly, as that fact came back to her. She frowned at Brittany and then glanced at the paper she’s been about to grade. She stared, her heart sinking. The paper was Blaine’s and she hadn’t even noticed until Brittany mentioned him. This kid was in her US History class, she took attendance every day and yet she couldn’t remember that he existed.

“I don’t know if I can keep someone from disappearing,” Brittany whimpered, “I kept getting lost in the sewers. I couldn’t even handle a group hunts, how am I supposed to handle a whole hellmouth by myself?”

Dawn took in the fear on her slayer’s face.

“I don’t want to die,” Brittany told her.

“Brittany,” Dawn tried to reassure, “We’ll figure this out. I know there was another slayer asking to come here. Would you feel better working with another girl?”

Brittany nodded with a smile, “That’d be amazing!”

Figgins took in the trio that had dropped by his office. He understood why the new transfer student was here, but why was his new history teacher and Brittany also here as well?

“Can I help you ladies?” he tried.

Ms. Summers smiled, “I wanted to reassure you that we’re handling things. Brittany is a Slayer and I’m her Watcher. Molly decided to join us so the school now has two.”

“Do we need two?” Figgins asked unable to keep the worry out of his tone as he looked Molly Taylor over once more.

“We’re not anticipating needing both of them,” Ms. Summers reassured, “but then we shouldn’t be seeing a boy disappear either. Molly mostly wanted to look out for her cousin.”

“You and Blaine are cousins?” Figgins asked.

“No,” Molly answered, “Sam Evans if my cousin.”
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