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Summary: Instead of moving to Sunnydale, Joyce drags Buffy to the Midwest. The slayer expects to find boredom in Ohio but instead she finds vampires, witches, werewolves, zombies, robots - and glee club. Eventual Faberry and Buffy/Santana.

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Television > GleerakestrawberryFR1535180,239047,40211 Oct 1219 Oct 12No

The Halloween Party

"Did you hear?"

"She's back!"

"I can't believe it's tomorrow. I have nothing to wear!"

Quinn edged her way through hordes of her classmates as they chattered excitedly about Santana's Halloween party tomorrow. She'd assumed that people had forgotten about Santana, but it turned out that people were equally thrilled and terrified about the former diva's 'return'. The notorious reputation that Santana earned during her days as a high school student was truly immortal, just like her. She would love to hear that, Quinn thought with a smirk.

"Oh, Quinn!" Rachel greeted, her eyes lighting up as she spotted the girl entering the choir room, "I'm assuming you know all about Santana's party."

"Uh huh," Quinn nodded back, still gripping some notebooks close to her chest as she took a seat, "You're welcome to come, if you want."

Rachel smiled brightly. "Thank you!"

"I thought you hated Santana?" Tina asked quietly.

"Hate is a strong word," Rachel beamed, "But an accurate one."

Buffy chuckled, pulling at the elastic waist of her Cheerios skirt. "So why do you want to go so bad?"

"I've never been to a house party before," Rachel shrugged simply, "I think this is an opportunity that we should seize. You'll come, right Finn?"

Rachel looked expectantly at her tall boyfriend sitting beside her. She had no doubt that he would agree with her, as he always did. Quinn had to smirk to herself. Lately, she hardly noticed Finn's existence, and mostly accepted him to be Rachel Berry's oversized accessory. His sole purpose seemed to be to nod and smile whenever she talked.

"Yeah. Totally," he nodded, and Rachel quickly looked back at Quinn.

"Should I bring something?" she asked politely, "A fruit cake? Some vegan pumpkin souffles, perhaps? They're my fathers' specialty."

Quinn smiled to herself and crossed her legs. "That's okay, Rachel, you don't have to bring anything. Santana and I are getting ready at Brittany's house beforehand, though, if you want to come," she added nonchalantly.

She stole a glance at the pleasant surprise on Rachel's face. The unholy trinity had never offered to do anything with her before. Quinn flashed back to how terribly they used to treat the poor girl and cringed inwardly, crippled with guilt.

"That sounds terrific," she smiled warmly, folding her hands over her lap, "Can Tina and Buffy come?"

"Sure," Quinn said quietly as Rachel's two best friends looked up.

"Oh, I don't think-" Tina said in a small voice.

"Maybe not," said Buffy.

"What do you mean?" asked Rachel, looking disappointed. Unlike her boyfriend, her friends didn't habitually agree with everything she said.

"I thought we were going to have a monsterfest," Tina said quietly, twiddling her thumbs.

"Yeah, I kind of wanted to relax tonight," said Buffy, her eyes swivelling around the choir room for anyone who wasn't already in the know, "Halloween is the one quiet night a year for the Hellmouth."

"Really?" asked Quinn, amused, "Halloween?"

"Yeah. I guess vamps just aren't amused by life imitating death," shrugged Buffy.

"Regardless," Rachel sighed, becoming frustrated, "You guys have to go! It's going to be the biggest party of the year."

"Since when did you care so much about social gatherings?" Mike asked quietly, looking up from his Physics textbooks, with one arm slung around the back of Tina's chair.

Rachel frowned. "Finn, say something" she urged.

Finn knitted his eyebrows together and leaned forward. "You guys, we're only gonna be teenagers once. If we don't take this opportunity to let loose a little, when will we ever?" he asks, trying to muster up his best inspirational speech giving voice.

"I guess," shrugged Mike.

"Yeah," Quinn agreed, and smiled at Buffy and Tina, "You guys should come. Santana would want you to."

Tina looked heavily doubtful, but Buffy mulled it over. She felt she had to at least make an effort to befriend the vampire.

"Okay," Buffy nodded, "We can have a monsterfest any time."

"I guess..." sighed Tina.

"I guess that means we need to elect someone as a designated driver," Finn grinned eagerly, and quickly brought a finger to the tip of his nose, "Not it!"

"I volunteer," Rachel beamed helpfully.

Finn's face fell. "You mean... you won't be drinking?"

"Of course not," said Rachel, looking stern, "Finn, I don't drink."

Finn looked surprised, slumping in his seat. "No wonder I never got past first base..." he muttered.

"You guys, the party is tomorrow," Buffy reminded, "Where are we supposed to get costumes on such short notice?"



Terri looked up from her copy of In Touch to see Bryan Ryan leaning against the door frame of her nurse's office. It had only been a day, and she was itching with curiosity for what revenge he had planned to take on her ex-husband.

"May I exercise one of my wishes?" he asked, smirking cheekily.

Terri grinned. "I'm not a genie, Bryan. There isn't a limited amount."

"Good, because I'll need a couple."

"And what's the first? Don't forget, you have to say 'I wish'," said Terri.


"Are you going to Santana's party?" asked Finn. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and waited for Puck to finish drinking out of the water fountain in the hallway.

He'd given in and forgiven his old friend for his betrayal last year, mainly because it was hard enough going through high school without someone on your side. Not that he didn't like Rachel's friends, but that was just it. They were Rachel's friends. There was no one to vent to about girl problems and school pressures. He and Puck had a whole lot of history, and that counted for something.

"Totally, man. I haven't seen that chica since the start of sophomore year. Man, was she a trip," Puck chuckled to himself and almost got lost in flashbacks of Santana Lopez and her scandalous escapades.

"Do you think you two are gonna hook up tomorrow?"

"Nuh uh, dude. I'm going straight edge."

"No way," Finn smirked, "You?"

"Yeah, man," Puck shrugged, "Look, I know you might still be sore about the subject, but Quinn and I have this crazy chemistry. That, and she's my baby mama. We're, like, meant to be."

"I guess," Finn shrugged.

He wasn't very sensitive about what happened last year anymore. He was more or less over Quinn Fabray. Having Rachel was so much better... or he thought it was, anyways. It was starting to prove to be pretty much the same. He still got bossed around to no end and she didn't put out, even a little.

"You're lucky, man."

"Huh?" Finn looked to his friend.

"You've got Rachel. I mean, she's loud and annoying, but still. You bagged yourself a hot little Jewish American princess. Kudos. Neurotic chick like that's gotta be freaky, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah," Finn nodded, "Well, no."

"You know, man. An animal."


"In bed?"

"Oh," Finn chuckled, "No, Rachel and I haven't slept together. Actually, we haven't really done... anything."

"Anything?" Puck raised an eyebrow, disbelieving, "Wait, so you're saying... You've still got your V card?"

Finn squirmed, and nodded reluctantly. "Yeah."

"Damn," Puck shook his head, "That is just not acceptable."

"Well, what am I supposed to do? She's so uptight about that kind of stuff all the time. What happened to what she said last year? Girls want to have sex as much as guys do. That's must have been a load of crap, because I'm going crazy about her," Finn ran his fingers through his brown hair, frustrated, "If she wants to have sex, then it sure as hell isn't with me."

Puck shook his head. "Man, this is why us guys need to dabble a little before we get tied down. I thank God for giving me those years of playing the field. Now I feel, like, accomplished enough to settle down with Quinn. If she wants me. That's another story, man."

Finn sighed. "Why is it that the girls always get to call the shots?"

"If you don't like it, dude, change it."

"What do you mean?"

"The party tomorrow night. Get your mac on with some desperate chick! Go all the way!"

"Dude, no," Finn shoved his hands in the pocket of his jeans and stared at the floor, "I can't cheat on Rachel."

"Dude, you have to. What if she wants to wait until she's, like, twenty five?"

Finn chewed the inside of cheek. "Still..."

"It's not like she's ever going to find out."

Puck headed down the hall towards the gym as the bell rang for next period, leaving Finn to mull it over. His shoulders tensed as he considered the idea.


"Am I the only one who thinks this is a little... weird?" asked Tina.

Rachel took a pumpkin shaped hat down from a shop shelf and inspected it with a smile.

"I think it's fun," she shrugged, "Halloween is supposed to be weird, right? I thought you liked all that stuff."

Tina shook her head and folded her arms as other people passed her, meandering around racks and shelves of clothes and accessories fit for an insane variety of creative Halloween costumes. This wasn't the kind of shop you could find in the Lima Mall. It was one of the scooby gang's side street discoveries, and yet somehow a small shop like this was flooded with people who needed last minute costumes.

"I don't mean Halloween," said Tina, as she absentmindedly sifted through stacks of packaged costumes, "I mean this shop."

"I think it's pretty cool," said Buffy, pulling at brightly colored wigs, "I always liked cute little shops like these."

"I just feel like it came out of nowhere," Tina replied, pulling out a package, "It's so popular already."

"Well, a lot of people need costumes on short notice. Like us," smiled Rachel, "I thought all of the good ones would be sold out. I'm extremely picky."

"Do you know what you're looking for?" asked Tina, hugging her package to her chest.

"I'll know when I see it," Rachel smirked.

"Me too," nodded Buffy, "I guess I'm just browsing for now. What about you? Whatcha got there?"

Tina held out her costume package to show Buffy the picture on the front. "A time honored classic."

Buffy raised her eyebrow to the picture of a blank, shapeless sheet with eye holes, draped over an indistinguishable figure.

"Okay... Can I give you a little friendly advice?" she asked, grinning.

"What? Not spooky enough?" Tina asked docilely.

"It's just, T," Buffy sighed, gripping Tina by her shoulders, "You're never gonna get noticed if you keep hiding. You express yourself so well with your clothes. The layers, the chains, the dark colors... It's you and it's great, but it's missing the whole point of Halloween."

Tina furrowed her brow. "...Free candy?"

Buffy chuckled and rolled her eyes. "It's come-as-you-aren't night. A chance for a girl to be sexy and wild with no repercussions."

Tina shook her head, her eyebrows knitting together. "I don't get wild, Buffy. I just... You know, I'm me."

"And that's great. Really! But... Halloween is about being someone who's not you and showing your other side."

"I don't think I know how."

"Don't underestimate yourself," Buffy urged, looking earnest.

Tina shrugged, and slipped her costume under her arm. Just as Buffy was about to say something else, something caught her eye over Tina's shoulder.

"Oh my God," she breathed, and walked past her friend in a sort of trance.

"Buffy?" called Rachel, and she and Tina followed their friend nearer to the back of the costume shop to whatever had caught her eye. They saw soon that it was another costume, hung up on a headless mannequin.

"Wow," sighed Rachel as the girls looked the costume up and down.

It was a ballgown, fit for a princess, with alternating layers of dark pink lace and velvet, with a tight, silk bodice and a gold bow around the waist.

"It's amazing," said Buffy, unable to keep her eyes off it.

"Please, allow me."

Buffy's attention snapped to the side as a tall, blond man strode up to them with a coy smile. He looked strangely familiar, and Buffy recognised him as Mr. Ryan who'd spent the last week auditing classes at the school and teetering the threat to end glee club over Mr. Schuester's head.

"You own a costume shop?" Tina wondered aloud as Bryan Ryan unzipped the ballgown from its mannequin.

"Guy's gotta have a hobby," he replied cryptically, and turned his attention to Buffy, holding the gown out in front of her and pointing her to the mirror, "Well, meet the hidden princess. I think we found a match, huh?"

Buffy smiled dreamily at her regal reflection, before she sighed and shook her head. "I'm sorry, there's no way I could ever afford this."

"Oh, I don't think so," Bryan Ryan shrugged, "I feel compelled to make you an offer you can't refuse."


"Here she comes," Spike said to himself, standing in the abandoned warehouse that he was recently calling home. His hands on his hips, he watched a fuzzy screen display footage of the slayer herself, bounding through the Lima graveyard and staking a vampire.

"Hold on now," he said to a vampire minion standing nearby with a remote limp in his cold hand, "Zoom in there."

He pointed to a darker area on the screen, to another figure that had entered the scene. The slayer stared at the figure for a brief moment before the figure ran away, and as they zoomed in on this stranger, they could see it was a human boy. Dark hair, and holding some sort of notebook...

"Civilian," sighed Spike, waving his hand to deem it unimportant, "I've seen all I need. She is... tricky."

He had to laugh to himself. So far, this slayer could very well prove to be his favorite of all that he's encountered. She certainly was the one he was the most eager to kill. The thought of his hands gripped tight around her neck and the feeling of that small but poignant crack of her bones sent shivers through his skin. It was almost as good as the thought of sinking his teeth into her soft neck. He'd known from experience that the taste of slayers' blood was electrifying. He sighed pleasantly, his thoughts soothing his nerves. He put his hands on his hips, smiling at the thought of fighting her - that terrific moment before her heart stopped beating.

"Baby likes to play," he chuckled to himself, "Resourceful little bird, too. Rewind it again."

He watched the peppy blond perform handstands and cartwheels in an attempt to slay, like a deadly little cheerleader. His attention was lost as he felt another presence enter the room. His cold, dead heart fluttered with warmth at the sight of his love sweeping in in her long, white nightgown, looking like the angel of death. Drusilla's long black hair hung over her shoulders and shaped her long, sallow face. She looked serene as ever, holding a scraggly old china doll.

"Miss Edith needs her tea," she said sleepily.

"Come 'ere, poodle," he said, and Drusilla dropped the doll to the ground with little thought.

She took Spike's outreached hand with a ghost of a smile on her lips.

"Do you love my insides?" she asked quietly, "The parts you can't see?"

He held her small hand, her fingernails sharpened like miniature knives.

"Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet," he replied.

He relished in her inaudible sigh of relief, and she smiled contentedly. Her eyes moved questioningly to the video playing out on the television.

"I've got to study the slayer," he said in reply to a question she didn't ask, "Get to know her so I can kill her. And once I kill her, you can have your run of this town."

"Don't worry," she said, her voice high like a child's as she dropped the grasp on Spike's hand and moved behind him, "Everything's switching. Outside to inside. It makes her weak."

Spike raised his brow and turned around to face Drusilla, alarmed. "Really? Did my pet have a vision?"

"Do you know what I miss?" she asked absentmindedly, "Leeches."

Spike smirked, amused as he often was by how easily she was sidetracked. "Come on," he coaxed, "Talk to Daddy. This thing that makes the slayer weak. When is it?"


Spike wrinkled his nose. "Tomorrow's Halloween. Nothing happens on Halloween."

"Someone's come to change it all," Drusilla assured, calm and terrifyingly beautiful, "Someone new."


Tina's face burned red under the thin veil of her crisp white ghost outfit as she sat on the edge of Brittany Pierce's window seat. She was glad for her costume, and even happier that Santana Lopez couldn't see her cherry red cheeks. Tina believed that she had gained a substantial amount of confidence since last year, after becoming friends with Buffy and dating Mike, but she still got frightfully nervous in front of her former classmate. Possibly more so now because Santana had supernatural powers and preternatural strength.

It was Halloween night, and Tina's stomach churned as she sat silently in Brittany's room, watching the rest of them get ready, giggling in front of Brittany's vanity table. She felt miserably inadequate in a room full of pretty, confident girls in their adorable outfits. Brittany applied copious amounts of body glitter to her decolletage, looking chipper in a skin tight cat outfit, with black cat ears poking out of her crimped blond hair.

"I look totally hot," she said satisfactorily, with too much innocence to be blamed for being conceited.

"Yes, you do, boo," Santana smiled playfully, lounging at the edge of Brittany's bed. The vampire was not too creatively dressed as the bride of Dracula, decked in a micro short red gown, with fake blood dripping down her not so fake fangs.

"I love my ears and my tail," she chirped excitedly, "This costume is totally awesome. I ordered it from Amazon, like, three months ago because it was so perfect."

"It looks good, Britt," Santana smiled widely, somewhat proud.

"You look hot, too," Brittany smiled, "Even with your scary wrinkly face."

Tina sat with her hands on her knees and wished she had something to say, but she didn't. She could talk to Mike or Buffy or Rachel or even Artie for hours about the pros and cons of a kindle, or about the South African Ndebele tribe, but what was she supposed to say to a bunch of perfect cheerleaders? All they could talk about was how hot they all were.

She even felt alienated from Rachel, who seemed to have no trouble with nerves as she adjusted her fiery red wig. The girl had lucked out and found a Little Mermaid costume in Bryan Ryan's costume shop, and felt calm and cute in her shell bra and her shiny sequined tale.

"Here, let me brush your wig," Quinn Fabray said softly, and started to smooth out Rachel's bright red hair.

Rachel smiled ecstatically, pleased by the attention, and the person giving it. Quinn herself looked very appropriately angelic in a crisp white gown with a pair of fluffy white strap-on wings, her fair hair glossed and curled and bearing a thin gold halo.

"God, what is taking Summers so long?" Santana asked aloud.

Tina looked up, wondering the exact same thing. The slayer had cooped herself up in Brittany's en suite bathroom for a while now.

Brittany knocked lightly on the bathroom door. "Buffy? Did you get stuck in the toilet?" the other girls chuckled, "What? That happened to Lord Tubbington twice."

"I think I'm ready," Buffy said, muffled from the inside of the bathroom, and pulled the door open slowly to hear the oohs and ahhs of the girls on the other side.

"Buffy, you look beautiful," Tina couldn't help but say out loud.

Buffy's magnificent, pink princess gown looked even more magical on her small frame, with regal brown curls of a brunette wig spiralling around her shoulders.

"Wow," Santana sighed breathlessly.

"Sam is going to love it," Rachel gushed.

"He is," Quinn nodded in reluctant agreement, "You're definitely going to snatch him up at this party."

"I wasn't planning on snatching him up," Buffy rolled her eyes.

"Oh, sure," Rachel nodded sarcastically.

"I do not like Sam Evans!" Buffy blushed.

"Uh huh," Brittany winked, because even she wasn't that gullible.

"From what I hear, Sam I Am has the major hots for you," smirked Santana, sprawled on Brittany's bed with her head propped up by her arm.

"Maybe," Buffy shrugged, playing with a curl on her wig, "But I don't want to date anyone."

"But if you were dating, you would be dating Sam," nodded Rachel.

Buffy rolled her eyes and an embarrassed smile slipped on to her face. "We'll see about that."

The girls giggled knowingly until Brittany's phone made a tinkling sound.

"Okay, Brett's outside in his dad's minivan," she announced, picking up her black clutch from the vanity table.

"Let's roll," Santana hopped off the bed and linked her arm into Brittany's.

"Actually, um, my corset came loose," said Buffy, "Tina, can you help me tie it?"

"Uh, sure," Tina said quietly, standing up in her long costume.

"You guys go ahead," Buffy nodded to the others, and they flooded out of Brittany's floral bedroom.

Tina's shoulders slumped, somehow at ease now that it was just her and Buffy in the room.

"I'm very experienced when it comes to corsets," she smiled, "I tie the tightest knots."

"My corset is fine," Buffy said once the others were out of the room.


"So, I want to talk to you," Buffy said softly, "You seem really... on edge."

Tina shrugged, still happy that her face was hidden. "This is my first high school party. I'm not exactly popular."

Buffy smiled sweetly. "Tina, if there's any motto I live by, it's fake it til you make it."

"I thought your motto was 'sieze the day 'cause tomorrow you might be dead'?"

"And how smart is that? You should listen to me, Tina. What would you do if this was your last night on earth?"

"Not go to this party."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "You have to live once in a while."

"Maybe this just isn't my idea of living," said Tina, muffled from under her ghostly white cloak, "Maybe I get more excited by good books and horror movies than the idea of going to a party hosted by someone who bullied me all through freshman year just to sit with a bunch of drunk teenagers who don't even know my name."

Buffy sighed and looked at the floor. "I just want you to have a good time."

"I know," Tina nodded, her voice low.

"Maybe your classmates don't know your name because you don't talk to any of them..."

"And what am I supposed to say?" Tina rolled her eyes.

"Oh, please. Tina, you're the smartest person I know. If anyone can hold a conversation, it's you. You know, like, everything."

Tina chuckled. "No one knows everything."

"Well, you know a lot. But no one's going to pay any attention to the girl in a curtain. No offense."

Tina shrugged. "Well, what am I supposed to do? This is my costume."

Buffy put her finger to her chin and turned around, opening up Brittany's walk in closet.

"Her Cheerios uniform has to be in here," she said thoughtfully.

"Buffy, no. I am not wearing a cheerleading uniform. It's not me."

"Exactly, Tina! Halloween is the night to not be you. Please, just put it on for tonight."

Tina sighed. "I guess..."

"Great! I'll be waiting in the car," Buffy smiled, taking Brittany's Cheerios uniform off the rack of her closet and handing it to Tina. She rushed out of the room with surprising agility in her heavily layered gown.

Tina shuddered inwardly and hurried to throw her ghost costume off of her and remove the sweater and skirt from underneath, until she was just in her cotton underwear in Brittany Pierce's room. She hurried to pull Brittany's sleek and stretchy uniform on, and she had to admit, for a moment she felt pretty good in it. The flexible fabric seemed to fit just right, and since Brittany was so much taller than her, the skirt wasn't as ultra short as they usually were. She looked in Brittany's floor length closet mirror and smiled at her reflection, until she registered how alien she appeared. People wouldn't recognize her - not that they knew her already. Her cheeks started to flush pink, embarrassed by how ridiculous she looked, and she quickly threw the ghost costume over the uniform and rushed downstairs. Once again, she was glad that no one could see her face, sensing Buffy's disappointment as she climbed into Brett's minivan.


Kurt led Blaine up the walk of Santana Lopez's impressive house, able to hear the thumping music from the other side of the slightly ajar door, and could peek at a bunch of bustling teenagers inside.

"Your friend lives here?" asked Blaine, and Kurt looked back at the Warbler, his curly dark hair drowned in hair gel and half of his handsome face disguised by a pearl white phantom mask. Kurt thought his friend looked dashing in his dark, silky cloak.

"Santana and I aren't really friends," Kurt shrugged in a tight, gray sweater and a gold and maroon striped Gryffindor tie.

He wanted to be the Tin Man, but couldn't find it at the new costume shop on such short notice, so he had to settle for being a wizard a la J.K. Rowling.

"No?" asked Blaine as they arrived at the door, and pushed through.

"No, I'm more here for Buffy and my friends from glee club," Kurt said, having to yell over the sound of music and chattering teenagers once they stepped inside the house.

"You should introduce me to your friends," Blaine yelled as they edged through people in the foyer.

"Do you want to find somewhere quiet?" Kurt yelled, music throbbing through his ears.


"Somewhere quiet!"



"Oh. Yeah."

Kurt weaved through a few people and led Blaine up the Lopez's windy, carpeted staircase to the wide second floor landing.

"Over here," he mumbled, spotting an alcove in the wide hall. They rushed to the alcove, only to find a girl already sitting inside.

"Oh, sorry-… Buffy?"

"Kurt," Buffy smiled, looking very different under a curly, dark wig and extra small in a puffy Victorian gown, "And..."

"This is Blaine," said Kurt, "My friend from the Warblers."

"Oh, right," nodded Buffy, smiling at the boy with half of his face concealed by a mask, "Nice to meet you."

"You too," Blaine said quietly, averting his eyes and acting unusually shy, "Um, Kurt, I'm going to go get a drink."

"Oh, okay," Kurt nodded, and watched Blaine walk down the hall before turning excitedly back to Buffy, "Isn't he cute?"

"I can't tell," giggled Buffy, "Maybe I should see him without his mask."

Kurt shrugged, and took a seat in the tiny alcove. "We should all go for coffee sometime. He's normally more... friendly."

Buffy nodded. "So... Did you see Sam downstairs?"

Kurt smirked coyly and cocked his head to the side. "Why don't you go downstairs and see?" he asked knowingly.

Buffy rolled her eyes, frowning as her face grew hot. "Why does everyone think I'm in love with Sam Evans?"

"No one said love," Kurt raised his hands in surrender, still smirking, "But Buffy, if you weren't just the cutest pair of hot blond teenagers then I would eat my Dior fedora."

Buffy smiled sadly at the floor. "I do like him."

"I know."

"But I don't want to," she shook her head, "I don't want us to turn into more than just friends and have me endanger his safety."

"Sometimes you have to take a chance," Kurt shrugged.

"With someone else's life? I don't think I can," Buffy sighed.

"What, are you just going to stay single forever? Not there's anything wrong with it, Buffy, but you like him. Isn't that enough?"

"What if it's not?"

"What if it is?" Kurt exclaimed.

Buffy chuckled. "You're all sold on love now that you have Blaine."

"I don't have Blaine," Kurt insisted, "But, if it's what he'd like, Blaine has me."

"Well, make a move, boy."

Kurt smirked. "How about I make a move on Blaine as soon as you make a move on Sam. Deal?"

Buffy closed her eyes and sighed, a smiling spreading across her face. "We'll see."


Santana unlinked her arm from around Brittany's, only to let the blonde pour herself a drink from the punch bowl.

"I'm glad you came," she said to Brittany, smiling idly to herself.

She liked being able to be with Brittany in front of all of these people, the crowds not letting them get up to something stupid.

"Me too. This is an awesome party. It's sad I couldn't go trick or treating, though," Brittany shrugged.

"We have some candy in the cabinet," said Santana, her eyes lingering down to Brittany's hand rested on the kitchen table while she sipped from her plastic cup with the other. She had a miserable urge to reach out and hold her hand, but grabbed a beer from a bowl of ice on the table instead.

"We haven't hung out in a while," Brittany noted.

Santana nodded sadly and looked into the amber liquid. "Yeah. It's tough. Not seeing you, I mean."

"So see me," Brittany shrugged, smiling slightly.

"It's not that simple."

"Why not?"

Santana sighed, chugging down more of her beer, a wad of anxiety building in her throat. "I'm afraid, Brit."

"Of what?"

Santana looked up at the ceiling and tried to form the words she was feeling. "You know."

"I know. But, it's so sad."

"I know, Britt. I know," she sighed and took another swig of her beer, "It just feels like everyday-"


Santana blinked as a wheelchair bound boy dressed as Michael Jackson rolled up to them with a wide grin on his face.

"Hey, boo."

Santana stomach churned and she frowned distastefully. She turned away and rushed into the hallway before the couple could give her any attention. She drained the last of her beer as she bounded up the stairs, pushing people out of her way, and threw herself into her bedroom, slamming her back against the door.


Santana blinked as Finn Hudson jumped off of the edge of her bed looking nervous and holding something in his hand. She narrowed her eyes at the colossal boy.

"What are you doing?" she asked suspiciously, setting her empty beer bottle down on her desk.

Finn shifted nervously, his hand tightening around whatever small thing he was clutching.

"I should go."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Listen, Gigantor, you're getting your anxious sweat on in my bedroom, so just chill and tell me why? Jeez, am I really that intimidating?"

Finn sighed and shrugged his broad shoulders, sitting back down on the edge of her bed. "I guess I'm just nervous."

She looked at the boy in his jeans and McKinley letterman jacket, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck.

"What are you so stressed for?" she asked accusingly, as if no one else in the world had the right to be upset.

"I... I can't tell you."

"There's really nothing you can say that would make me dislike you any more."

"You can't tell Rachel."

"Why would I talk to your hobbit girlfriend?"

"I guess. It's just... Look, I like her, okay? But she's so..."

"Loud? Annoying?"

"No. Yeah. But no. I was thinking... prudish."

"Right. Virginal Miss High Horse. That's Stubbles for you."

"Don't call her that."

Santana rolled her eyes. "So, what, you're coming up here to escape her?"

"No. Well... I guess so," he said, and opened his hand slightly to peek at whatever he was holding.

"Okay, what are you holding? It's really bugging me," Santana sighed and slumped against her bedroom door.

Finn opened his hand to show off a single condom in his palm.

"Oh, God," Santana groaned, "You were gonna get freaky with some girl who's not Rachel?"

"Is that bad?" he asked sheepishly, "I don't know if I can do it. I don't know how to... I mean, who would I even ask?"

Santana wrinkled her nose. "You've always reeked of virgin," she shook her head, and sighed heavily, "Okay, listen. I've only had a few beers so I'm, like, barely buzzed, but enough to know that I want to have one moment where I don't have to worry about my future of misery."


"And I know, I'm positive, that while I'll be having a little stress relief, it will in no way make me happy, because you're, well, you. And that's a good thing."

"Are you saying you want to... you know... do it?"

Santana grimaced. On a good day, she would turn Finn Hudson's dumbass away and tell him not to be such a pig headed guy. To respect his girlfriend even if she was an irritating dwarf. On a good day, she would tell him how lucky he was to have love in his life and not ruin it by looking for meaningless sex. But today wasn't a good day.

"As long as you don't talk to me or look me in the face or try to kiss me, and do not linger when it's over. I want you out of here as soon as we're done."

Finn looked up at her, mystified, terrified, and a little excited. "I don't know..."

"Come on, Frankenteen. Move it or lose it. And by 'it', I mean your pants."


The bell rang on top of the wooden door as Terri stepped inside the costume shop, her purse hanging off the crook of her arm. The shop was closed and there was only one person left.

"Terri," he greeted, his hair looking darker than usual as he stood behind the cash register.

"Is it time for me to work my magic?"

"It is."

The End?

You have reached the end of "Lima, Ohio: The Other, Other Hellmouth" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 19 Oct 12.

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