A/N: This is my first ever crossover, I hope it turns out okay. Enjoy! Possible new characters being brought in (still undecided)

Quinn Fabray, once upon a time, in a former life, was Quinn Forbes. And if you stood her next to the beautiful Caroline Forbes, you'd know, without a doubt, that they were related. She dropped her former last name as soon as she left Mystic Falls. Quinn had secretly been turned into a vampire by Katherine Pierce, just like the Salvatore brothers. Quinn had a history with the brothers. For years, she followed them and they followed her. She had had both of them, loved both of them, and she'd spent years trying to decide who she wanted to be with. As she drove into Mystic Falls, she knew what her return would bring, lots of memories, probably cause lots of arguments, but she hadn't seen either brother in many, many years. She missed the Salvatores. Now was the time.

When Stefan Salvatore woke up, he wasn't in his bed, he was lying next to his girlfriend, Elena Gilbert. He smiled at her, she was still sleeping. He slipped away from her, got dressed, wrote her a little note and slipped it on her nightstand next to the bed. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, and headed back home. He and his brother, Damon, were the sons of the original founding family. They had been bitten in 1865 by a woman they both loved, Katherine Pierce. That was also the year that everyone was hunting vampires.

When Stefan walked into the boarding house, still smiling, he heard Damon talking to someone, a woman. Her voice was eerily familiar. Damon stopped mid-sentence, probably because he heard the door.

"Baby brother! We have a guest." Damon said, as Stefan entered the room. The he saw her, rising from the couch. The blonde he hadn't seen in at least twenty-five years. Her green eyes, her lovely figure, he had thought about her often, but ever since Elena, just like his thoughts with Katherine, they were rare and fleeting, because he was once again truly happy, and he didn't want to ruin it with stupidity. He had no words though, he had loved Quinn, and now that she was back in his life.

"Stefan." She said, smiling, her voice was like an angel's. She saw him glance at Damon. "I'll just go upstairs. I think I remember my way around." She walked past Stefan, her hand brushing against his. As she walked up the stairs, both brothers watched, staring at her. They'd forgotten how good the view had been, how amazing Quinn was.

After she'd disappeared up the stairs and they'd heard the door shut, Stefan rounded on Damon. "What's she doing here, Damon?"

"How should I know?" Damon said, with his casual swagger, "I got out of the shower, heard someone rattling around in the liquor, came down here and saw her." Stefan nodded his head as Damon talked. Damon smiled, his sneaky, knowing smile. "What are you going to tell Elena?"

"I have a better question," Stefan smiled back, "What are you going to tell Caroline? How are you going to explain that you only slept with her because of Quinn." Damon froze. "Thought so." Stefan said as he climbed the stairs, two by two. He approached the room he knew Quinn was in and knocked on the door. He stood there for a second and then she opened it.

Stefan was leaning against the doorframe, Quinn stared for a second. She motioned for him to come in, and he did. She shut the door and leaned against.

"What are you doing here, Quinn?" Stefan asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed, hands folded in his lap.

"I missed my favorite set of brothers," She said, walking over to him. She ran a hand through his hair, he closed his eyes. He knew it was wrong, but her touch was something he'd missed for so long. He felt her breath on her neck. "I missed you. And this." She breathed, placing light kisses on his neck. He sat there, enjoying every minute of it. Then, as her other hand was on his waist, pulling at his shirt, his eyes shot open, and he pushed her off, using his super speed he was on the other side of the room. She rolled her eyes, "OH, Stefan, don't be such a girl. It's not like we've never had sex before." Stefan glared.

"No shit." He took a deep breath and put his hands on his hips, "I have a girlfriend. So if this was your only means of being here, make your way to Damon's room or go, because we," He gestured to the two of them, "can't do this." He opened the door and left, leaving Quinn with a look of jealousy on her face.