Chapter 1: It's Nice to See You Again

"Santana, don't." I sighed. Sometimes Santana didn't listen when I told her he was bad news.

"What, Q? can't I just have a little fun?" Santana slammed her fork down onto the table. Rolling her eyes at me.

"He's bad news, Santana!" I tried my best not to yell; but it looks like I've stolen all the attention tonight. It would be a lot better if this wasn't the only restaurant in Lima.

"So? Puck was supposed to be bad news too. Apparently the only bad thing he's ever done was bully a few kids, and managed to get your ass knoc-"
"Santana, SHUT UP. If you know what's good for you, you're going to stay away from him." Even though she is one of my good friends, I don't know why I put up with her.

"Whatever, Q. How do you even know this guy anyways?"

"Well, I told you, I go to Mystic Falls every summer. To visit my aunt, you know."
"And what, Quinn? What are you not telling me?" I bit my lip. Santana laughed.
"Are you saying, that you, and him?" I threw a piece of my salad at her.

"No. I've talked to him a few times. And he's a real jerk. Also, my friend Caroline told me that he abused her." As I glared up from my plate, Santana still had a goofy smile on her face.
"I guess she doesn't like it rough." Santana giggled.

"Santana, I'm serious! Just give it up. Okay?"

Santana casually chewed on her salad, nodding. I nodded back. Finally. We were on the same page.

-x-x-

We ate the rest of our dinner in silence, but I noticed Santana staring behind me a few times. I guess she didn't listen to me. Some friend she was. Santana was smiling. But it wasn't at me. I turned around, noticing Damon sitting in the booth behind us. I rolled my eyes. Turning back around, I shoved my last bit of salad into my mouth.
"I still can't believe he's still here."

"Why? I mean, did he hurt you that bad?" Santana pushed her empty plate to the side.

"Um, like I said, we were never-"
"A couple." Damon finished my sentence. Great. He had to ruin a perfectly good day. Santana was giving Damon her flirty eyes. Typical.

"So what were you two?" Santana offered him a seat.

"Quinn, do you mind if I sit by you?" I glared at him; flashing him a fake smile

"No, not at all, sit." He moved into the booth, a little too close for my liking.

"We were more, like a thing. Right Quinn?" Damon smiled at me.

"A thing? Oh, please." I scoffed.
"So did you beat that Caroline chick or what?" Sometimes Santana was too upfront about things.

"Really Quinn, Really? Do you have to tell every girl that? You know Santana, I think Ishe/i just wants me all to herself."
"Damon, quit talking like I'm not here. Because I am. And yes, I have to tell every girl that. Because you beat her." I tried to get up and move, but Damon had made it impossible to escape.

"I did not beat her. She has problems."

"Santana, your mom's here." I pointed behind her. "Hi Mrs. Lopez."

"Hello, Quinn.. and uh.." Santana's Mom awkwardly pointed at Damon.

"Damon. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Lopez." Santana's Mom nodded nervously.
"Santana, you're late." Santana rolled her eyes.
"Yes, mom. I know. I was just about to leave."
"Awh, come on, the fun was just about to start!" I punched Damon in the arm.

"Santana's got a big day ahead of her tomorrow, Cheerios tryouts! Are you joining the team this year, Quinn?" I nodded.

"Yes, Mrs. Lopez."
"Well, have a good night, you two." Santana waved goodbye, and followed her mom out of the restaurant.

"So what are you doing here, Damon?"

"To see you of course. I didn't see you at all this summer."

"I have my reasons for not going back to Mystic Falls. Now can I please leave so I can go home?" I sighed.

"Reasons, like.. Noah Puckerman? You told me you were saving it for marriage." Damon laughed.

"He got me drunk off wine coolers. It was a mistake I wish I could take back. Now, iplease/i let me leave Damon, this is the last time I'm going to ask."

"First of all, Quinn, if I let you leave, you'd be walking home. By yourself. You never know what dangerous things are in Lima."
"Ugh, what did you do? Talk to my mother? She's the only one who knows my car is in the shop." I crossed my arms, shaking my head in disgust.

"Yeah, I dropped by this morning when you were still sleeping. At least she was happy to see me."
"Well, no one should be happy to see you. Ever. I can get home fine. There's nothing to worry about in Lima except for Patches." The booth seemed to get smaller and smaller by the minute. That, or Damon just seemed to be moving closer.

"So when were you going to tell me you had a baby?"
I froze. The reason why I didn't go to Mystic Falls at all this summer was because I didn't want anyone in Mystic Falls to find out. Especially Damon. This summer was supposed to be about me recovering to get back to my old self. I'm the head bitch in charge. Not Santana. Even though I didn't keep the baby, it still brought tears to my eyes every night.

"Quinn? Are you crying?"

I brought my hands to my face before sobbing into Damon's arms completely. No matter how bad of a guy I thought Damon was, I felt safe. For a moment, I felt like I was back in Mystic Falls. Oh how I wish I lived there.

"Quinn? Is that you?" Damon carefully moved his arm, and I began to rub my eyes.

"Oh, Hi Finn. Rachel. How nice it is to see you guys here." I faked a smile.

"Quinn, you're trying out for Glee again, is that correct?" Oh, how Rachel Berry annoyed me sometimes. She made me want to rip the heads off all my old Barbie dolls.

"Hi, I'm Rachel. This is my boyfriend, Finn." Rachel extended her hand out to Damon. She would.

"I'm Damon."
"Well, Rach, we should get going." Finn nodded towards the door. Awkward much?

"Don't be silly, Finn. You and Rachel should join us. For a chat."

"Yeah Finn, don't be silly!" Rachel sat directly across from me. Just great!
"So, how do you know this guy? He bought Puck a beer outside 7-11"

"Wait, so that's Puck?" Damon turned to me; I bit my lip.

"Yeah. Sort of a hobby that he has. He stands outside looking sad just so some stranger can buy him a beer. Guess that stranger was you."
"Damn. That kid has.. issues."

"So what are you two?" Finn raised his eyebrow. Was Finn Jealous? I smirked.

I shot Damon a quick look, and he nodded back to me before facing Finn again.

"I'm Quinn's boyfriend." Damon smiled.

"Geez, Quinn, how would your mother approve of this guy?"

"Finn, that's no way to be polite." Rachel shot me an apologetic look.

"If you have to know Finn, my mother adores Damon." I rested my hand over Damon's, smiling at both Finn and Rachel.

"Rach, I just remembered, my mom needs me to be home by 10." Rachel nodded.

"See you soon, Quinn. It was a pleasure, Damon." I scoffed. Why did she have to be so polite?

"Thanks." I pulled my hand away.

"No problem. So do you need me to take you home?"

It was 9:30. Dark outside. I don't want to walk home by myself, so why not?

-x-x-

"I was kind of waiting you to show up, you know. In Mystic Falls."

It was nice to know that Damon showed his 'better' side to me. Well, maybe it was because I cried. But hey, I should do that more often in front of him.

"Really? Why?" I blushed. Thank goodness it was dark outside.

"I've had some problems." I reached for Damon's hand, entwining my fingers with his.

"Like what?" I know this is kind of late, but there was one thing I was leaving out when telling Santana that Damon was 'bad news.' Damon is a vampire. You probably thought I'd be screaming and running away, but I know that I'm safe. My Aunt Sara sends my mom vervain once a month. My mom puts it in all my food and drinks. Plus, she even puts it in my jewelry.

"Katherine." Damon choked.

"Oh. I'm so sorry. What happened?" we stopped walking.

"She told me…. she told me that she never loved me."

"Oh, Damon. I'm so sorry." I swooped Damon in for a hug.

-x-x-

We walked the rest of the way home in silence. A good kind of silence. Damon walked me to my door, gave me a peck on the cheek and waved goodbye. Today turned out to be just what I needed, after all. "It was nice to see you again." I whispered.