In Every Generation

Summary: Lima is on a Hellmouth and Santana Lopez has just become the new slayer. How will she deal with her destiny? Can she save the world and get the girl while still being an average teenager?

Author's note: So this idea just came to me the other day and I thought I'd follow it through. It's based on Buffy for things like what vampires are like, the type of things that can happen, etc. but not technically a crossover since there's no BTVS characters, it's just the glee kids Buffy style. Set in season one, I'm thinking after the unholy trinity joins glee but before Quinn gets pregnant (which might not happen, we'll see) and everything that happens up to that point can be assumed to have happened in here. Will probably be Brittana. This is un-beta'd so any mistakes are mine and if you see anything that doesn't make sense please let me know. Hope you enjoy :-)

Santana Lopez sighed quietly to herself as she sat at the back of the classroom watching Mr. Schuester totally butcher Spanish pronunciation. She'd had a long day, from early morning Cheerio practise, lessons, a lunchtime glee rehearsal, more lessons, and being on the receiving end of a poorly-aimed slushy in the hallway in between her last classes. Getting yelled at for being late because she'd had to change her uniform had really just been the icing on top of a really terrible cake and she just wanted to get home, have a long shower and laze around her house for the evening.

She wasn't even pretending to pay attention to the lesson – as if she'd need to even on a good day, since sophomore grade Spanish was hardly challenging when she's had the language down since she could talk. Her options for distracting herself were limited with her intentionally ignoring her phone, and she was too exhausted and angry to focus on anything for too long. The realisation that it was only Monday actually sparked a headache.

Santana had taken to watching the second hand tick along on the clock when it started; a low rumbling sound became audible just before the ground itself began to vibrate. Mr Schuester paused from writing notes on the board, and Santana noticed the jocks snoozing with their heads on their desks woke up and looked around just as Rachel Berry snapped her head up from where she had been taking colour-coded notes as the building began to tremor and the earth beneath them moved. Most of the students looked to their teacher for instruction, as he stood at the front totally unsure of what to do.

The brunette cheerio stayed in her seat, gripping onto the edge of the table as her heart began to race a little faster. A couple of the students had actually dived under their desks while everyone else remained seated but looked no less panicked about the sudden quake.

Almost as quickly as it had started, it was over. Their was no major damage - the earthquake managed to dislodge some of the lighter objects in the classroom from their places on shelves and had set off a few car alarms in the school parking lot. The rest of the students slowly settled down with the few who had hit the deck slowly emerging from beneath their desks looking a little bit embarrassed about what turned out to be an overreaction. There was barely time for Mr Schue to ask "is everyone alright?" before the bell rang signalling the long awaited end to the school day.

Santana suddenly felt quite ill. She scooped her things into her bag with more force than she had intended and swiftly left the room to head to her locker before going home. The corridor quickly filled out around her with a buzz of conversation about the oddity of an earthquake happening in Ohio. She heard someone call her name behind her but didn't turn around as she bumped into someone's shoulder, not apologising for the way they slammed back into the lockers because she didn't even notice. She pulled up alongside her locker and quickly managed to pull it open without even bothering with the combination and swap over her books to grab her homework. Slamming her locker shut with such force that it dented slightly, she made her way towards the parking lot, started up her car and tried not to break the speed limit as she made her way home.

She walked into the empty house, dumping her bag by the front door and barely thinking to close it before heading upstairs and jumping in the shower. Ignoring the missed calls and texts that had been building up since she got in her car, she closed her curtains, changed into sweats and a t-shirt before turning her phone off and climbing into bed, passing out almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

The beaten up car with the blacked-out windows that followed her home was gone by the time her parents pulled up after finishing work, but arrived at her house in time to catch her leaving for school the next day. Santana failed to notice the two sets of eyes following her movements as she dragged herself to her car, fumbled with the controls and pulled away.

"I want to help her." a blue eyed blond uttered weakly to their companion.

"Very well, Samuel. But she doesn't know her destiny yet."