Chapter 7 – Magic

Rachel smiled as her hand lit up and the desk she'd been concentrating on flew toward the wall.

"You're getting better at that."

Rachel's smile grew as she looked over her shoulder and saw Quinn standing there. "I told you I was going to practice."

After she left Quinn's house, she had worked on controlling her powers until she could barely keep her eyes open. She was nowhere near where the rest of them were, but considering she had only known about hers for less than a week and they had had years of practice, she thought she was doing fairly well. It was still nowhere near second nature to her and she still had to focus, but she was getting better and quicker with things.

"Rachel—"

"I know what you're going to say, Quinn." Rachel interrupted. "You're going to try to change my mind, but I think you should be the one to reconsider."

"Look what happened to Puck," Quinn said. "He could have died. I don't want that to happen to anyone else."

"And I don't want to live the rest of my life in fear," Rachel replied. "I know my life is never going to be completely normal again, but I don't want to always be looking over my shoulder. You know I'm right about this; you're just too stubborn to admit it."

"Puck woke up overnight," Quinn stated.

"Really?" Rachel said, turning around to look at her. "How is he?"

Quinn shook her head. "We don't know yet. I know he's talking, so we're hoping that's a good sign."

"Did he say anything about the man who attacked him?" Rachel asked. "If he knows who it is, maybe we can find him."

"And what would you do if you did find him?" Quinn asked. "Are you going to kill him? Or did you not think of that part?"

"I have no intention of killing anyone, Quinn," Rachel replied.

"Well, that's what they'll do to you if they can," Quinn said.

"I'm quite aware of that," Rachel replied.

She sighed as she turned back around and pulled the desk toward her with her powers. She was a little surprised that she was able to do it so easily, but she had quickly learned that her emotions had a great impact on her powers. She wasn't as in control of them when she was upset or frustrated, but they certainly seemed to come to her more easily.

"Look, Rachel, I know you want this all to go away, but—"

"Of course I want this to go away!" Rachel interrupted. "You could have been killed on Friday, and I would have had to have watched it happen. This isn't just about me being afraid for myself. I'm also afraid for you. And everyone else, of course, but you're—" Rachel sighed. "I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you."

She couldn't really explain it, but what she felt for Quinn felt much deeper than anyone she'd ever had feelings for in the past. Maybe their powers just sensed each other and that's why everything about her felt so familiar or maybe it was simply love at first sight. Whatever it was, Rachel certainly wasn't going to let anything happen to Quinn if she could help it.

"After you left last night, I told my parents about you," Quinn said.

"What did they say?" Rachel wondered.

"I think my dad was even more surprised than I was," Quinn said. "He also warned me against getting too close to you."

Rachel furrowed her eyebrows. "Why is that?"

"I think he's worried you're going to hurt me," Quinn replied with a slight shrug of her shoulder. "He told me not to trust you."

"What did you say?" Rachel asked.

"That it was too late for that," Quinn replied. "You say you don't know what you would do if anything happened to me, but I feel the same

way about you. I know we can't wait around for them to attack us again, but I'm afraid something will happen to you if we go after them. I know what it was like when I first got my powers—"

"But I didn't just get them," Rachel interrupted. "I just need to learn to use them, and I like to think I'm a quick study." She took a few steps toward Quinn. "You know I'm right about this."

Quinn let out a long sigh and looked away before a few seconds before looking back at Rachel. "I don't want you to get hurt."

"I won't," Rachel replied. "We'll be there to keep each other safe."

Quinn stared at Rachel for moment and then opened her mouth and asked, "What's your plan?"

"Are you trying to knock me out?" Rachel asked with a huff.

Quinn rolled her eyes. "You need to learn to slow it down before it gets to you. You've learned to pull things toward you, but you can't catch everything, which is why you need to learn to stop it before it hits you at full force."

"Can't we start with something smaller?" Rachel asked.

"Call it motivation," Quinn replied with a smirk.

Rachel sighed as she looked at the large, wooden trunk Quinn had set on the table. It was practically as big as she was, and the thought of it flying at her was a little unnerving.

"You're the one who wants to learn to use your powers," Quinn reminded her. "Who knows what you're going to have to do. You need to be prepared. This may seem pointless, but the more control you have over them, the more you'll be able to do other things. We both know you can repel something that's just sitting there, so now you need to learn to do it with something that's moving."

Rachel knew Quinn was right, so rather than arguing about it, she focused on the trunk. It no longer took nearly as much effort or concentration, coming much more naturally to her now, so the trunk flew toward her after only a moment. As it neared, she tried repelling it like she would anything else, but she wasn't quite fast enough. Thankfully, she'd managed to slow it down a little, but it still slammed into her with a loud thud, momentarily knocking the wind out of her.

"Are you okay?" Quinn asked, walking over, and taking the trunk from her.

"I have a feeling I'm going to be severely bruised tomorrow," Rachel said, rubbing at her arm, where the corner had hit her.

"Let me see," Quinn said, setting the trunk on the floor, and then reaching out for Rachel's arm.

Rachel shook her head. "It's nothing. Just a little scratch."

"You're bleeding," Quinn said.

Rachel looked down at her hand and then down at her arm and saw that Quinn was right. It wasn't terrible, but her arm was definitely bleeding.

"It's fine," Rachel replied, not wanting to make a big deal over it.

"Sit," Quinn said, pulling her toward a chair, and pushing her down.

"I'm fine, Quinn," Rachel protested, but when she tried to stand up, Quinn pushed her back down.

"You're at least going to let me put a band-aid on it," Quinn said.

Rachel shook her head. "You don't have to trouble yourself."

"It's no trouble," Quinn said, rolling her eyes. "Seeing as how we're a bunch of teenagers with magical powers, we have a first aid kit up here. Puck liked to manipulate metals without really paying attention, so you can imagine the number of times he's cut himself. And don't even get me started on Santana. Thankfully, Brittany can't really hurt herself with her powers or she would really be in trouble."

"You know, it really doesn't seem fair," Rachel commented. "Why are my powers so much stronger than everyone else's?"

"I guess someone has to be in charge," Quinn replied as she walked over to one of the shelves and began rummaging around.

"I have no desire to be in charge," Rachel stated.

"Why do I have a feeling that's the first time you've ever said that," Quinn said, glancing over at her with a smirk.

"Probably because it is," Rachel replied, smiling back as Quinn walked over. "But I'm certainly not here to try to take your place."

"If you do, good luck with Santana," Quinn remarked, kneeling down in front of her. "This is probably going to hurt."

Rachel hissed slightly when Quinn began dabbing something on her arm. She was just thankful tears didn't come to her eyes. She'd always had a fairly low pain tolerance, but she was trying not to show it, not wanting Quinn to think she was weak in any way.

"Sorry," Quinn said.

"It's fine; I was just surprised," Rachel replied.

"You're a terrible liar," Quinn said as she put the band-aid on Rachel's arm.

"Alright, so I'm not very good at being injured," Rachel replied. "That's just all the more reason for me to make sure it doesn't happen."

"Do you want to try it again?" Quinn asked, standing up.

Rachel nodded. "Of course. We can't waste time just because I have a little scratch."

"Maybe we should buy you some protective gear," Quinn said, offering Rachel her hand.

"I'll be fine, Quinn," Rachel replied, taking her hand, and letting her help her up.

"I hope so," Quinn softly said, biting her lip for a moment, and then turning away.

Rachel had been compulsively moving objects every chance she could get. There were other powers that she had, but she couldn't exactly test them out as easily unless she had a human volunteer. And while Brittany and Quinn had both offered to be her guinea pigs, it didn't really feel right. Unfortunately, she didn't have a lot of choice if she was going to have her best chance at taking on the people who were hunting them.

She hadn't tried everything Shelby had described in the diary, but she had attempted a lot of the things. Controlling objects was the easiest. If she could sense someone's essence on it, she could use it to move the object. Some things were easier than others, and she assumed it was due to how long it had been since someone touched it and how well the material held onto to the person's energy.

The thing that was harder was controlling people. She had only done it once when Quinn made her, but she didn't feel comfortable controlling another person like that. She was prepared to do it when they faced the hunters, but doing it on someone she cared about was a different matter. Even with Quinn's permission—and even her insistence—it still wasn't something she had wanted to do, and she had been relieved when it was over.

"Rachel, your date is here!"

Rachel flew the English textbook back where it had been sitting and walked over to the mirror. She had already checked her costume and makeup several times, but she couldn't help looking once more. Even if this wasn't exactly a typical trip to the school dance, she still wanted to look nice for Quinn. After all, it may be the only dance she ever got to go to if things didn't go the way they were hoping.

Before leaving the room, she walked over to her desk and opened the drawer, pulling out an envelope, and setting it on top of her textbook. She hadn't told her fathers what they were doing, but if things went badly, she wanted them to have an explanation. She hoped it didn't come to that and she wished she could tell them before she left, but she knew they would try to stop her. Not that they really could, but she didn't want her possible last conversation with them to be a fight.

Resisting the urge to look at herself in the mirror once more, Rachel walked toward the door, glancing at her room one last time before walking into the hall. Just as she reached the top of the stairs, her father started calling her again, but he stopped the moment her saw her standing there.

"Honey, she's ready!" Hiram called out.

Rachel locked eyes with Quinn and gave her an apologetic smile as she walked down the stairs. She'd warned the blonde that her fathers were probably going to be overly excited about the dance, and she wasn't wrong. Since she'd told them about it a few days before, they had been talking about it every chance they got. Then again, Rachel figured that was partly because they were doing their best to avoid talking about the fact that they'd lied to her for so long, and talking about the dance was a neutral topic.

"Where is your father?" Hiram asked, walking off.

"You look beautiful, Quinn," Rachel said, stopping on the bottom step.

"So do you," Quinn replied.

Rachel smiled and ducked her head. "Thank you."

Since neither of them had planned on going to the Halloween dance until the last minute, they were both wearing costumes they had worn before. Rachel thought they matched surprisingly well, though. Her dress was from when she'd played Juliet in a local production of Romeo and Juliet, and Quinn had a similar styled dress from a renaissance carnival the school had done the previous year. Neither was the most practical thing to wear, but that was part of the point. They didn't want the witch hunters knowing they were ready for them.

"Are you still sure you want to do this?" Quinn asked.

Rachel nodded. "Very." Rachel paused, clasping her hands in front of her. "Are you sure you're okay going to the dance with me? I mean, I know people are going to talk about it, and—"

"Let them," Quinn interrupted. "I don't care."

"Do you think we'll be able to have at least one dance tonight?" Rachel asked.

Quinn shrugged and then smiled. "I guess we'll see."

"Do you see anyone out of the ordinary?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah, there's Frankenstein over there and a zombie over there and—"

"Thank you, Brittany," Rachel said, cutting her off. "I guess I should have asked if either of you have seen anyone suspicious."

"The guy by the punch bowl has been staring at us a lot," Brittany said. "He's even looking over here right now."

"There's also this weirdo in one of those executioner masks that's there every time I turn around," Santana added.

Rachel looked around the room, but it was impossible to tell who was who. It seemed as if everyone was either wearing a mask or heavy amounts of makeup. Of course, that's exactly why they figured the hunters would be there that night. It would be easy for them to blend in with the students, and Rachel, Quinn, Santana, and Brittany had made it very known that they would all be at the dance. They figured the hunters would think they wouldn't be as on guard if they were having fun and they hoped the thought of getting them all in one night would be too tempting to pass up.

"Pretend everything's normal," Quinn instructed. "Make sure they see you dancing, and then slip away when you can. You know where to go. Rachel and I will do our part when you let us know you're in position. We'll let you know if anyone follows you."

Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and led her onto the dance floor. Thankfully, there were so many people around that it was easy to get lost in the crowd, but it also made it difficult for them to keep an eye on Brittany and Santana. Rachel left that part up to Quinn, though, since her short stature made it impossible to see over anyone.

"Well, well. What do we have here?"

"Hi, Kurt," Rachel said, angling him away from Quinn, so she could still keep an eye on the room without being too obvious about it.

"I saw you and Quinn walk in together," Kurt commented, and Rachel knew he was fishing for information.

"Yes, we did," Rachel replied.

"Are you really going to make me ask?" Kurt huffed and put his hands on his hips. "Are you two here together?"

"Quinn is my date, yes," Rachel replied, and she noticing Quinn glance at her with a slight smirk.

"Oh my god!" Kurt said in a whisper, looking between her and Quinn. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, Quinn and I—"

"Rach."

Rachel looked at Quinn, who gave her a slight nod, and she knew that was her cue. "I'm sorry, Kurt, but I need to use the restroom. I'll talk to you in a little bit."

She could tell Kurt was about to protest, but she walked away before he could say anything. As she made her way through the crowd, she tried to be as visible as possible, wanting to be seen by anyone who may wish to follow her. When she got to the gym doors, she paused for a moment and acted like she was admiring some of the decorations before opening it and walking into the hallway.

She had no idea if she was being followed or not, but she stuck to the plan, going on the exact path the four of them had discussed. She knew Brittany and Santana were waiting in classrooms along the way, split up since they had no way of knowing where she may be attacked, if she was going to be at all. She also knew Quinn wasn't too far behind, tasking with following anyone who decided to pursue her.

Rachel felt her phone buzz in her hand, and when she opened the text from Quinn, she found a short message: They're following.

Rachel's heart rate sped up, but she tried to remain calm. This is exactly what they had hoped and planned for, but whenever she heard the footsteps behind her, she couldn't help wondering if this was all a mistake and if she was just putting everyone else in danger.

"Rachel!"

Before she could turn around, the door to her right flew open and Brittany ran out. As she turned around, she saw a knife skid across the floor, and she knew why Brittany had yelled her name. Behind the two masked men that had been following her, she saw Quinn running down the hall, and she could hear a door slam open from somewhere behind her, and she knew Santana had also joined them.

As Quinn was still running down the hall, the man in the executioners mask flung a knife at Brittany. Rachel heard Santana's yell from down the hall and she could see the fear on Brittany's face. Without hesitating, a bright purple light illuminated the hallway, and the knife hovered in midair just inches from Brittany's chest.

Brittany, Rachel, and the two men all seemed to stare at it for a moment before it fell to the floor and faint yellow light emanated from both of Brittany's hands, which she pointed directly at the two men. They both grabbed at their throats, and Rachel knew it was because

Brittany had taken the air out of their lungs.

"Stop," Rachel said, reaching out, and putting her hand on Brittany's arm.

"Why?" Santana asked. "They would kill us."

"We agreed not to kill anyone if we can help it," Rachel replied.

Santana scoffed, but Quinn cut her off when she said, "Let's get them in the room."

"I'll help you," Rachel said, grabbing one of the guys' feet, and waiting for Quinn.

Together, they got one of the men in the classroom and used zip ties to bind his arms and feet. When they walked out, Brittany and Santana were dragging the second man toward the door, so Rachel stepped aside to let them pass.

"Q!"

"Oh, crap," Quinn whispered before poking her head into the classroom. "Hurry. Coach Sylvester's here."

Rachel had breathed a sigh of relief when Santana got the door closed and locked—well, more melted than locked—before the cheerleading coach had caught up to them. She wasn't thrilled, however, when the older woman asked them to go with her. And as they walked down the hallway with her, Rachel was trying not to panic too much, assuring herself that there was no way Coach Sylvester had seen them use their powers.

"You know, we should really get back to the dance," Rachel said.

"I'm disappointed in you, Q," Coach Sylvester said, ignoring that Rachel had ever talked. "I always thought you reminded me of a young Sue Sylvester, but now you're here with one of William's band of rejects."

Quinn rolled her eyes but didn't say anything, and Rachel frowned, looking down.

"In my office," Sue said, holding the door open for them as she looked down the hall from the direction they had come.

"Are you okay, Miss Sylvester?" Rachel asked as she passed by and noticed a deep cut on the woman's arm. "Your—"

Her eyes flew up to the woman's face, who luckily hadn't noticed what she had been looking at. Coach Sylvester gave her a look of disgust and walked toward her desk while Rachel turned to Quinn.

"Her arm," Rachel whispered. "Friday night—the woman who attacked us." Rachel glanced at Coach Sylvester, her heart pounding in her chest. "Quinn—"

"Oh god," Quinn whispered back in understanding.

"Sit," Coach Sylvester demanded.

Quinn and Rachel did as they were told, glancing at each other as they joined Brittany and Santana in front of Sue. Rachel wished she had a way to warn the other two, but she didn't want to rouse suspicions any more than she probably already had. She knew they needed to get out of there soon, though, figuring it was the coach's intention to keep them there until backup arrived.

"You three," Sue said, looking at the three Cheerios.

"Coach—"

"Back in 2004 when I was in high school, we didn't have school dances," Sue said, cutting Brittany off. "Do you know why? It was because a couple girls decided to leave the dance early a couple years before. Do you know what happened to them after they left the dance?"

"We were just trying to find a bathroom that didn't have hairspray fumes in it," Santana lied.

"They died," Sue stated, ignoring Santana.

"We'll go back to the dance," Quinn said, standing up.

"It was a tragedy," Coach Sylvester continued.

Rachel didn't know what Quinn's plan was, but she knew Coach Sylvester wasn't going to easily let them leave the room. And since she had no way of asking Quinn, she decided to come up with one of her own. She knew it was risky since she didn't have complete control over her powers yet, but she had to do something, and she knew the other three were there to back of up if things went awry.

When Quinn looked down at her, Rachel motioned toward Sue with her eyes, hoping Quinn would understand. A moment later, Rachel lunged forward and grabbed the older woman's arm, concentrating on bending the older woman's will to hers. When she saw Sue's free hand reach out for something, she knew she was about to be attacked back, but then a flash of blue light appeared and her arm stopped moving.

"What the hell are you doing?" Santana asked.

Before Rachel could answer, she felt a weird sensation in her body and she knew it had finally worked. When she looked up, Coach Sylvester's eyes looked blank, though she could feel her trying to fight it.

"She's one of them," Quinn said as Rachel pulled her hand back.

"How many of you are here tonight?" Rachel asked.

"Fourteen," Sue answered.

"How are you communicating with the others?" Rachel wondered.

"Walkie talkies," Sue answered.

Rachel glanced over at Quinn before looking back at the coach. "Where is everyone else?"

"Eight are at the football field," Sue said. "Two are in the gym, two are in the parking lot."

"Why are so many on the football field?" Rachel asked.

"They're waiting for my command," Sue replied.

"What do we do?" Brittany asked.

"We split them up," Quinn stated.

"She's right," Rachel said, turning around to look at the rest of them. "I can have Coach Sylvester instruct them to split up, and then we can go after the groups. Although, we need to do it quickly before they find out what we've done. That's why I think we should also split up."

"I'm not leaving you alone."

"I'm not leaving Britt alone."

Rachel looked between Quinn and Santana who had spoken at the same time. "I'm not asking you to. Santana, you and Brittany will be together while Quinn and I stay together. It's safer if we have someone watching our back. What does everyone think?"

"I think we don't have a lot of choice," Quinn replied.

"We should hurry," Quinn said as she tightened Sue's restraints.

"What the hell do you think we're doing?" Santana asked.

Quinn rolled her eyes and then looked at Rachel. "You can release her now."

Rachel did as Quinn said, stumbling back for a moment as she released her hold on Coach Sylvester. It took more out of her than it had when she'd used her powers on Quinn, but Quinn hadn't tried fighting it the whole time.

"You guys go to the parking lot and then—"

"Find the ones in the cafeteria," Santana cut in. "We know."

"Well, then, what are you waiting for?" Rachel asked, earning a smirk from Quinn.

"Send us a text when you're done or if you have any trouble," Quinn said, handing Santana some zip ties. "Make sure you find a place to put them so someone doesn't stumble upon them. And don't forget where you put them."

"Yeah, yeah," Santana replied. "Come on, B."

"Be careful," Brittany said, giving Rachel and Quinn a slight smile.

"We will," Quinn replied as they all left the room together. "Lock it."

Santana rolled her eyes and then put her hand on the doorknob, melting the door shut. Santana cocked her eyebrow at them before she and Brittany began walking down the hallway, heading toward one of the side doors.

"They'll be fine," Rachel said, knowing Quinn was worried even if she didn't say it.

"Let's go," Quinn said, glancing at Rachel.

Rachel followed behind Quinn to the back of the school, stopping just down the hall from the classroom that was being used as storage. She knew their plan had worked; they had opened one the doors while leaving the other one locked, but they were both closed now, which meant someone had to have closed it.

"They're in there," Rachel said.

"I know," Quinn replied. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," Rachel said, but as she turned, Quinn reached out, and grabbed her hand.

"Wait," Quinn suddenly said.

"Is something wrong?" Rachel asked, furrowing her brows.

"No, I just—"

Rather than finishing her sentence, Quinn pulled Rachel forward, crashing their lips together. Rachel made a slight squeak in surprise, but quickly relaxed into Quinn's arms. And even though she knew there were more important matters, for the moment, she really didn't care. For the moment, all she could think about was how good it felt to be kissing Quinn again.

"Wait," Rachel mumbled when Quinn began to pull away.

"We really need to do this," Quinn said, nodding slightly toward the classroom door.

"I know," Rachel replied, placing another kiss on Quinn's lips. "I just—"

"I know," Quinn said, putting her hand on Rachel's cheek.

Rachel sighed and looked down. "When this is over, will you go on a date with me?"

Quinn smiled, giving her a nod. "Yeah."

"Then, let's get this over with," Rachel said, kissing Quinn one last time before taking a step back.

"You know what to do?" Quinn asked.

"Of course," Rachel replied, walking up to the locked door, and putting her hand on it. "Are you ready?"

Quinn nodded and Rachel silently unlocked the door. The window in the door was covered, so they couldn't see inside, but even if the two inside were ready for them, they knew what to do. Thankfully, thanks to Coach Sylvester, they knew the hunters weren't armed with guns. For some reason they seemed to think witches could only be killed by drowning them, burning them, or stabbing them in the heart with a steel knife. Rachel wasn't complaining, though; it would have been much harder to go up against them if they had all been armed with guns.

Rachel gave Quinn a nod back and stepped to the side, allowing Quinn to enter first. Since Rachel didn't have as much control over her powers, they'd agreed that Quinn should go in and freeze them rather than Rachel trying to control them.

When Quinn opened the door, Rachel couldn't see what was happening, but she heard a shout from a man and then saw the glow of blue light. She quickly followed Quinn in, ready to help her if she needed it, but both men were standing in the middle of the room, turned in the other direction with their feet encased in ice. They were both struggling to free themselves, and one was slashing his knife in their general direction, but Quinn and Rachel were several yards away, far out of his reach.

"Let's tie them up and lock them in," Quinn said.

"Be careful," Rachel said, raising her hand, and causing the knife to fly out of the man's hand.

"They're not here," Quinn said.

"What?" Rachel asked, stepping into the choir room behind Quinn. "Where could they be?"

"I don't know," Quinn replied.

"You don't think they realized what was happening, do you?" Rachel asked.

"Maybe," Quinn said, glancing at her. "We should make sure Brittany and Santana are okay."

Rachel closed the door behind them and stepped away from it as Quinn pulled her phone out. As she was typing out a message, Rachel heard the phone vibrate and Quinn's fingers hovered over the phone.

"Come on," Quinn said, looking up at her after a few moments.

"Where are we going?" Rachel asked.

"The football field," Quinn replied. "Santana said they got the group in the parking lot, but as they were coming in, they saw the others heading toward the field."

"I wonder how they knew," Rachel remarked, furrowing her brows.

"It doesn't matter," Quinn replied. "What matters is that they're going to be ready for us."

"I'm confident we'll be okay," Rachel said, reaching out, and squeezing Quinn's hand.

Rachel didn't immediately let go, so they held hands as they began walking through the hallway, not letting go of each other until they were outside of the school. They took the long way around to make sure they weren't seen and Rachel remained on the lookout for any sign they'd been detected. Thankfully, they made it to the snack bar without incident, and when they walked inside, Brittany and Santana were waiting on them.

"What the hell took you so long?" Santana asked.

"Are you guys okay?" Brittany asked.

"We're fine," Rachel replied, giving her a smile. "I trust everything went well for you guys?"

"Actually, one of the guys cut Santana's shoulder," Brittany said, looking at the other girl in concern.

"I told you, it's nothing," Santana replied, putting her hand on Brittany's shoulder.

"Where?" Quinn asked.

"On her back," Brittany answered when Santana didn't.

"Let me see," Quinn said.

"It's bleeding a lot," Brittany added.

"Don't we have other things to worry about?" Santana asked. "Like taking the rest of these assholes out."

"What are we going to do now?" Brittany asked.

"I don't think we're going to be able to split them up again," Rachel said.

"No," Quinn agreed. "We're going to have to find another way."

"What if we just go back to the school and do what we were going to do without the rest of them?" Brittany suggested.

Quinn shook her head. "I don't think it'll work unless they know there's no hope. We need to show them they can't win and give them no choice."

"But what if they still don't agree?" Brittany asked.

"We'll figure that out if it comes to it," Quinn said, glancing at Rachel. "But hopefully we can scare them enough so it doesn't."

"I hope—where did Santana go?" Rachel asked, noticing the other girl was no longer in the room.

Quinn sighed. "I'm going to go out on a limb and say she's probably on the football field."

"San!" Brittany called out, and before either of them could stop her, she was running out the door.

By the time Quinn and Rachel had run onto the field, Brittany and Santana were fighting six of them at once. Rachel knew Quinn couldn't possibly freeze them all at once, but she did manage to stop one in his tracks as he ran at Brittany. When one of the others became distracted by the new arrivals, Santana set his arm on fire, causing him to flail around.

When two of the men ran toward Rachel, she pushed one of them back, knocking him to the ground, but the other was too fast. As the knife swung down toward her, though, he stumbled and clutched at his throat. When he fell to the ground, she saw Brittany looking in their direction, her hand still out.

"Look out!" Rachel yelled, noticing that the man who had been on fire was no longer in flames and was right behind the blonde.

"Stop!"

The men who weren't already unconscious or rooted to the ground stopped at the sound of Sue's voice.

"Why should we?" Quinn asked.

"Because we're done," Sue replied.

"Who's to say you won't come after us again in a month or a year?" Quinn asked.

Rachel could tell by Coach Sylvester's face that that was exactly what she was planning on doing. The four of them knew that going in, though.

"We have pictures of all your men," Rachel stated. "Or at least the ones inside the school. "We can find out who they are."

"And who their families are," Santana added.

"You know what we can do, so you know we are more than capable of taking the lives of every single one of them," Rachel continued. "We don't want to do that, but—"

"But if it's us or them, who do you think we're going to choose?" Quinn said.

"It seems like I underestimated you all," Sue said.

"You did," Brittany replied.

"Be sure to never make that mistake again or I promise this will end much worse for you next time," Quinn said.

"You'll never see us again," Sue replied.

Sue nodded toward her men and they all began following her as she turned and walked toward the school.

"Is it really over?" Rachel asked as she watched the hunters retreat.

"It better be," Santana said, walking past her.

"I'm going to take Santana's to the nurse's station," Brittany said.

"B, let's just go home," Santana replied.

Brittany shook her head and linked her pinky with Santana's. "Not until I know you're okay."

Santana sighed, but walked with Brittany, nevertheless.

"What do we do now?" Rachel asked.

"I have an idea," Quinn said, a smile appearing on her face as she looked over at Rachel.

When Rachel and Quinn walked into the gym for the second time that evening, they received just as many looks as the first time. Most of them were looking her up and down and she assumed it was because the bottom of her dress was muddy from walking to the football field and that her hair was probably a mess. Rachel noticed Kurt raise his eyebrow at them as she and Quinn walked through the gym, and she knew what he was probably thinking, but she didn't care.

As if enough people weren't already looking at them, even more people began to stare when Quinn took Rachel's hand and led her onto the dance floor. If Quinn cared, though, she wasn't showing up. As the next song began to play, Quinn pulled Rachel to a stop in the middle of the floor and put her hands on the brunette's hips while Rachel wrapped hers around Quinn's neck.

You've got magic inside your finger tips
It's leaking out all over my skin, yeah
Every time that I get close to you
You're makin' me weak with the way you look through those eyes

"Do you really think this is all over?" Rachel asked as she looked around at the crowd.

Quinn nodded. "If there's one thing Coach Sylvester always cared about, it's her family. I don't think she would risk anything happening to her sister."

"I can't help feeling bad that we threatened their families," Rachel said with a slight frown.

"Which is why we didn't tell you about that part," Quinn replied with a smile. "It was actually Brittany's idea."

"I'm surprised," Rachel said. "Then again, I guess I don't really know her all that well."

"You will," Quinn replied.

But all I see is your face
All I need is your touch
Wake me up with your lips
Come at me from up above
Yeah, oh, I need you

I remember the way that you move
You're dancin' easily through my dreams
It's hittin' me harder and harder with all your smiles
You are crazy gentle in the way you kiss

"I wonder what it will be like around here when things are finally normal again," Rachel commented. "Well, as normal as it can be now that I know the truth."

"Believe it or not, it's usually kind of boring around here," Quinn replied.

"I think I'll be more than okay with boring for a little while," Rachel said.

All I see is your face
All I need is your touch
Wake me up with your lips
Come at me from up above

"You know, now that this is all over, I can focus on getting more members for the Glee Club," Rachel remarked. "If we can get enough members by the end of next month, we could even compete at sectionals."

"Is this your subtle way of asking me to join?" Quinn asked.

"Maybe," Rachel replied. "You did say you would think about it."

"I guess it wouldn't exactly hurt anything," Quinn said. "It's not like everyone isn't already going to be talking about me after tonight."

Oh baby, I need you
To see me, the way I see you
Lovely, wide awake in
The middle of my dreams

"I'm sorry," Rachel said, looking around, and seeing that a lot of people were still watching them. "I didn't really think about how dancing with me could affect you."

"Don't be," Quinn replied. "I don't care."

"Are you sure?" Rachel asked, looking up at her.

Quinn nodded. "I like you, Rachel, and I don't care who knows it."

And all I see is your face
All I need is your touch
Wake me up with your lips
Come at me from up above

Rachel couldn't help smiling; it was still a little hard for her to believe that the most popular girl in school was interested in her, but she could certainly get used to the idea. Even after everything she had been through since moving to Lima, she wasn't sorry that it had happened. After all, if her fathers hadn't decided to move them there, she may have never met Quinn. Though, she liked to think fate would have brought them together once she turned eighteen and found out the truth about her powers.

All I see is your face
All I need is your touch
Wake me up with your lips
Come at me from up above, yeah, oh, oh

"Do you have plans for tomorrow night?" Rachel asked.

"Actually, I was hoping I could go on a date with a girl I like," Quinn said, smiling.

Rachel laughed. "What a coincidence; I was hoping for the same thing."

All I see is your face
All I see is your face
All I see is your face

"Rachel?" Quinn asked when the song ended.

"Yes?" Rachel said.

"Will you go out with me tomorrow night?" Quinn asked.

Rachel smiled. "I'd love to, Quinn."

The song used was Magic by Colbie Caillat.

Well, I hope you all have enjoyed this story. I just thought it would be something fun to do for Halloween, so thank you all for reading.