INNER CHILD'S DEMON

Disclaimer: I own nothing except this Storyline and plot. Glee (TV Series), Insidious (Movie), Royal Family (TV Show), Star Wars Episode I (Movie), Oliver and Company (Movie), Glee Fan Trailers on Youtube, All Music mentioned all belong to their respective labels and what not.

Rating: M

Warning: Scenes containing Bullying, Horror and Profanity. Do Not Read if you're easily offended.

Genre: Drama, Supernatural, Horror

Era: AU-WMHS

Notes:
1. So, I wanted to try something different and started up this one here. It'll be a bit of a mixed genre and may seem a bit odd at first but I do hope you'll give it a go even though the tone can and will change from time to time.
2. Also Faberry will also not happen for quite a while.
3. The centre of this story will be PezBerry but NOT a partners type of relationship, more siblings...oh you'll see as this story goes.
4. This story is so AU it's not funny...I don't think...enjoy.

Also before I forget, this story contains a flashback scene which I will indicate its' beginning and its' end using italics.

Ships: Brittany/Santana, Quinn/Rachel (Very late on)

Chapter 1

Magic is not a very common thing to see or hear in this world, and yet sometimes some things just happen that defy certain expectations.

At least that's what Santana was feeling at this very moment as she looked down at the little girl who was asleep in her arms as she was watching television. Who was this little girl? You ask.

Her name is Rachel Barbra Berry. Yes that Rachel Barbra Berry, and right now she was stuck as a little four year old who would occasionally switch memories of her older self and her childish self; as Santana would eventually discover.

This all started about three days ago...

Flashback

"You are such a pain in the ass," Santana yelled as she was being held back by Sam, Finn, Puck and Quinn, "I get it, you got the voice but you are such a pain,"

Why was Santana yelling at Rachel, yet again?

Actually this time Rachel couldn't even put her finger on the why, all she did was walk into the Glee room as everyone else either ignored her or insulted her and began to look through the sheet music on the piano quietly so that she could try and help prepare something for Sectionals because no one else seemed to do it until it was too late. Of course She hadn't been getting a lot of sleep recently and there was something that was literally bugging her to the point that it terrified her but she didn't know what it was.
Something was going on.
There was loud banging, doors opening, a sinister feeling every so often; and now with her Dads away for a business trip, Rachel was feeling incredibly terrified being all alone. But then again it wasn't like she had anyone she could turn to. No one liked her enough to give her the time of day, so she figured that there was no point in asking if she could stay with someone.

"RuPaul why don't you caterwaul another day we don't need to hear you," Quinn said as Rachel just sighed before looking out the window and shuddered at what was glaring back at her.

As she turned her head away to try and calm herself down, she wished in that moment that someone would ask her if she was okay, if they could help her often, but no one ever did as she she started to lose more sleep as time went by.

"So Miss Diva, what plans do you have for sectionals?" Mercedes asked, trying to bait the smaller brunette into an argument.

But this time Rachel was too tired to try anything so she said nothing.

"Looks like Miss Diva has nothing to say," Kurt said with a smirk.

Rachel just pulled her knees up to her chest as she was still sat in the chair and tried hard not to fall asleep, or cry.

"See Santana, she's not bugging anyone now, sit," Quinn commanded as Santana huffed at her and pulled her arms away from the blonde and sat down.

"Hey all," Mr Schuester said as he came in, late as usual, "Today we're going to be looking at life and its' Journey's,"

"Oh god," Quinn muttered as Mr Schuester began talking about doing Journey music for this weeks project.

When Glee was finally over everyone rushed out of the room, starting with Rachel.

"She's acting weird, well, weirder," Santana said as she looked after the girl who ran out first.

"Who cares?" Mercedes stated, "She's quiet now so we don't have to listen to her, like at all,"

"Agreed," Kurt said as he linked his arm through Mercedes, "So, shopping and girls hang out?"

"Yes please,"

"Odd pair," Quinn said as she slung her bag over her shoulder, "Let's go, I want to do homework and then go shopping,"

"Sleepover weekend?" Santana asked.

"Yep, keen?"

"Yep, B?"

"Always," Brittany answered, "Just wait up I have to go to the bathroom,"

Santana waved Brittany away as the taller blonde skipped to the bathroom only to hear crying and hissing.

"Please leave me alone," a voice that sounded a lot like Rachel said.

But only a sinister crackling was heard in reply.

"You aren't real, you can't be,"

"I am the darkness waiting for your soul," a sinister voice replied to her making Brittany shudder.

"Please, I want to sleep, I want to rest, why are you here? Why now? Go away," Rachel said through her tears as whatever it was hissed and roared at her.

The scream that followed made Brittany run in to see Rachel huddled up on the floor in a corner, knees up to her chest, arms over her ears as if she was trying to protect herself.

"Rachel?" Brittany started making Rachel scream, "Whoa, hey it's just me,"

The door slammed opened as Santana was seen stumbling through the door first followed by Quinn.

"B, are you okay? HOBBIT!" Santana started.

"I'm okay S, don't, she was the one who screamed," Brittany said.

"Oh, as long as you're okay,"

"What the hell happened?" Quinn asked as she looked at Rachel who was trying very hard to not look up at the Unholy Trinity as she was still sat on the floor.

"I don't know, something creepy and weird, she was talking to someone," Brittany said.

"Or herself, you're getting weirder by the day Hobbit," Santana said.

"You should come to our sleepover Rachel, it'll be at Santana's house this time,"

"Wait what? And since when do we do this at my house?"

"But I want to be at yours,"

"Fine, fine, but why her?"

"C'mon S, be charity,"

"You mean charitable,"

"That,"

"Fine,"

It always did amuse Quinn how Brittany could reduce the Latina to singular words by the end of the conversation.

"No it's okay, I don't have to come, I just, needed a moment to get something out," Rachel sniffed as she let out a pained breath.

"Too bad," Santana said, "You're coming because B said so,"

Rachel let out a breath, "I guess it'd be nice to not be alone tonight, thank you Brittany,"

Quinn didn't say anything.

When that night had arrived, Rachel felt awkward, here she was sitting with three of the most popular girls in school and all she could think about was waiting for the inevitable slushie shower followed by cameras, laughter and how this was going to go viral online under the headline, 'Loser of Lima gets it'.

"You shouldn't tense up so much," Brittany said, "Relax, you'll be fine here,"

"Okay,"

"Look Hobbit we're all relaxed here, okay," Santana said as she walked into the living room.

Rachel just held a thumbs up.

The night progressed relatively well, the girls talked a bit, they ate snacks, watched a movie, set out their sleeping bags in the lounge, talked again, and as it drew closer to midnight they all began to grow weary and wanted to sleep. Of course just before midnight Brittany ran up to her room before racing back down the stairs.

"Guys we HAVE to try this," Brittany said, "We have to do it on midnight, instructions say so,"

"The Youth," Santana said as she read the piece of paper, "The hell is this?"

"I have no idea but it appeared yesterday morning and I think it's a spell, I want to try it,"

"If something like this just appears, it's either A, something you've forgotten, B, something wanted you to have it and we probably should do anything, or C, I don't have a C, but I don't know about this," Quinn said as she took the paper out of Santana's hand and read quietly some of the words, "God what the hell is this B? It's too creepy to be you, look at this line, take the soul that has the most misery,"

"See, it's a spell, wanna give it a try?" Brittany asked.

"I don't think you should," Rachel said.

"It's probably just a prank that Puckerman put in her bag to creep her out, he likes to do that, he finds things that are creepy but it won't do shit," Santana said, "Let's read,"

Rachel declined as she tried to shift a bit away from the other girls as the Unholy Trinity read the lines.

When the incantation was done everyone looked up as nothing happened.

"See, just a bunch of shit mumbo jumbo," Santana started only to be cut off as the wind suddenly picked up howled, banging against the walls and slamming the windows open.

Quinn gripped tightly onto the Latina's hand as Brittany buried her face into Santana's neck. Rachel on the other hand shrunk into her sleeping bag as she tried to stop feeling so scared.

"Oh shit," Santana started as lightning and thunder could be heard inside the house itself before they could hear Rachel scream followed by a very loud bang.

When every thing had died down the Unholy Trinity opened their eyes to look around, nothing seemed damaged at all, in fact it was as if nothing happened.

"Huh, nothing," Quinn said.

"Guys?" Brittany said as she looked at where Rachel was supposed to be.

They heard a shuffling as a small head peeked out from inside the bag and looked directly at Santana first.

"Hobbit?" Santana said in shock.

"Oh, shit, how, how is she a kid?" Quinn stuttered.

"Rachel?" Brittany asked as she felt concern for the small child whose clothes now no longer fitted her.

"This can't be real, this can't be real,"

"Who are you?" the little child asked as she shrunk against the bag.

"I'm Brittany, it's okay you can come to me," Brittany said as she held out her arms for Rachel, but the child didn't move.

"I want my Daddies,"

"They're not here,"

"Why? Where did they go?"

"Oh business, we're um, we're your babysitters,"

"I don't remember you,"

"You were asleep,"

"No I wasn't,"

"Yes you were,"

"But I'm not tired,"

"Oh shut it Hobbit," Santana snapped making Rachel cry.

"Sanny she's just a kid," Brittany said as she finally got up and held Rachel close.

"What do we tell her Dads?" Quinn asked as she looked at the four year old.

"I don't know," Santana said, "Then again I think the Hobbit said that they'll be away for at least a month, could work to our advantage as we figure out how to turn her back to her proper age,"

"True, who do you think she should stay with?"

"Why don't I take her?" Brittany offered.

"You have kids in the house, and your family is always busy, so no," Santana started.

"But Sanny,"

"No B, please,"

"Why? I can look after her,"

"I'm sure you can, but you have a busy household you can't look after a five year old,"

"I'm four," Rachel added but was ignored by the three.

"I can't take her, my Mom would freak," Quinn said, "If I tell her I casted a spell she'd probably go psycho on me, besides I don't know anything about kids,"

"Wait, she' can't stay with me," Santana panicked, "I don't like her,"

"She looked at you first, you're the Mama Duck," Brittany said, "Besides you're the one with the least busiest schedule,"

"Yeah, but, I, I,"

"I'm hungry," Rachel said interrupting the three, "Can I have a biscuit?"

"We don't have Vegan biscuits," Santana said, "And you ate the pizza,"

"What's a Vegan?"

"A person who doesn't eat animals,"

"Really? But I eat chicken, it's yum,"

"Huh?"

"She must have made that life decision years later," Quinn surmised.

"True,"

"I'm hungry," Rachel said again, "I want chicken,"

"You'll get what you get and you'll like it," Santana started.

"Chicken?" Rachel said again looking hopefully at the Latina.

"Okay, okay, I'll get you some chicken," Santana said, "But first, I'm your babysitter,"

"You are?"

"Uh, yeah, your Daddies wanted Santana to baby-sit you," Quinn added.

"They did?" Rachel said as she tried to remember her Daddies talking about a Santana but couldn't remember before going back to thinking about food.

"Yeah,"

As the child drew her mind away from food she remembered something incredibly important that she had to ask of every sitter, "Can Santana keep the Monster away?" she asked quietly as Santana wondered what she was talking about.

"Santana can keep anyone away," Quinn said proudly as Santana glared at her.

"Really?"

"Yes,"

"That's good, the monster is trying to kill me,"

The three Cheerleaders looked at her with a bit of worry.

"It is," Rachel said, "It's scary, its' face is red and black, and its' eyes are creepy, he said he'll kill me and I'm scared,"

"Well, everything is scared of Santana, you'll be perfectly safe with her," Quinn said.

"Okay,"

With that matter settled the four soon rested for the night...well, after Rachel got something to eat of course.

Flashback ends.

So here Santana was, sitting with a four year old asleep in her lap. Wondering how the hell she could just agree to take the responsibility of looking after a child. Her mother of course was fine with her babysitting after Santana just said that Rachel was a friend's cousin who really needed someone. Maribel thought it odd but trusted her daughter enough, "You just make sure she's safe, fed, bathed, and clothed, okay Mija," she said to her.

"Yes Mami," Santana had replied as Rachel, who was now dressed in Santana's old clothes from the attic, was in her arms at the time.

"San-tan-na," Rachel said quietly as she was slowly waking up.

"Yeah?"

"I'm hungry,"

'Oh god, not again,' Santana thought to herself. This was going to be interesting.