Faberry. Pezberry. Quinn and Santana are both vampires and have known each other for centuries. They have always been both friends and rivals. The story is loosely based off of the Damon/Katherine/Stefan and the Damon/Elena/Stefan love triangles on TVD. I don't own Glee or TVD.
(Time Period: 1868)
Quinn's POV
I looked into my mirror. My hair has been freshly brushed and my hand maiden had just finished tightening my corset along with the rest of my outfit. I sighed. I was painfully bored and in need of something fun to do.
Just then, there was a knock at my door. My handmaiden, Daphne, checked to see who it was and told me it was Santana. I told her to let her in.
"Hey, Q" she greeted me as she plopped down on my bed.
I smiled. "Hello, Santana." I turned around at her. "I'm bored. Let's go for a walk."
We walked down my stairs and out my door, to the stone pathways along the gardens of my estate.
"So, how are you Santana?" I asked her as we walked.
"What do you mean how am I? We saw each other yesterday. And the day before that. And they day before that. And every day for the last 900 years." she said.
I just smiled.
Suddenly, I looked to my right and saw the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. She was relatively tan and had beautiful cascading brunette hair. She was speaking to some young man. She was smiling a happy smile at him. She had warm, inviting brown eyes. I stared at her for a moment before Santana noticed I was no longer apart of the conversation.
"Q, what are you looking at?" she asked.
I looked at her for a brief second and then pointed in the girl's direction. Santana's mouth opened slightly in amazement. I could tell she had been struck with her beauty as well.
"Oh my," she said. "She's beautiful, I have to go talk to her," she said.
Before I could object and tell her that I'd seen her first, she had already started to walk towards her.
I saw her tell the boy to get lost with her regular subtlety and she smiled at the girl, who smiled a bright smile back.
I walked over and stood across from the girl, who turned from Santana to look at me. She smelled good, like lemons. Her neck was exposed by her attractive dress.
I felt myself yearning for her blood, but I composed myself and looked back up to her face, before she could notice anything.
"Hi, I'm Quinn. Quinn Fabray," I said, extending my hand sort of awkwardly, but she took it and courtesies.
"I'm Rachel Berry, it's lovely to meet you," she said. She turned to Santana, "Both of you."
Santana bit her lip. "Are you new to town? Where are you staying?" she asked.
"Oh, actually I've been staying at the inn over by West Eastwick. I just arrived a couple of days ago and I only came over here because someone back home said that this was such a beautiful estate and I should come look at it. I don't know anybody her," she said.
"I won't here of you living in that old inn. You can stay here," I said.
Santana glared at me. She lived just next door and I knew she was going to ask Rachel to say with her, had I not asked.
"That's very very kind of you, but I just met you, I don't want to be a burden," she said.
"Not a burden at all. I have plenty of spare rooms, in fact there's one just next to mine, it's conjoined actually." I said, with a smile. Rachel giggled.
"Of course if you were to get bored, my house is just next door. You could come over and we could do something fun," Santana said, trying to sound seductive.
I rolled my eyes slightly. "I'll have someone come over to collect your things at the inn," I said. "Why don't I show you around the place?" I asked.
"I would enjoy that," she said. She walked over so that she was next to me. Santana walked over to her so that she was next to her. We waked through the front doors of my home and Rachel's mouth opened in awe.
"It's so beautiful. It reminds me of my home back in Maryland." Rachel said.
"Come on," I grabbed her hand, "I'll show you mine and your rooms," we walked up the stair case and I opened to door to my room.
Rachel giggled ever so adorably and jumped on the bed. Santana followed behind and jumped on too, earning aloud creek from the headboard. They were giggling for a minute or so and I watched Rachel smile. Her dress fit her perfectly and I don't think that she noticed that I could see quite a bit of her leg from where she was on the bed and the way the fabric had ruffled.
I smiled and walked over to her.
She sat up and Santana looked at me as if to say "It's your own fault you didn't join in when you could have".
I then opened the door to Rachel's room, which was very close to my own bed.
She walked though the door.
"Wow, Quinn, I can't thank you enough. Is is amazing!" she said before giving me a long hug.
That hug terrified me more than anything has ever terrified me in my life. It only lasted a minute, but it confirmed everything I had been afraid of. And there was nothing I could do about it. People don't just understand, this is unheard of. I liked girls in the way a proper lady should like boys. More importantly I liked Rachel. I only just met her, but there is a connection I feel between us that I had never felt before.
She then moved away and I composed myself.
Later, that night, I had my handmaidens get Rachel's things from the inn she was staying at brought over to my home. I had just changed from my formal day time dress to my sleepwear. I knocked on Rachel's door and felt a tingle in my stomach. I felt intense excitement as I awaited her, "Come in."
I breathed in and out before I opened the door from my room to hers. She sat on a chair, but I was enabled to see her because of a large mirror she was sitting in font of which she was looking at as she combed a silver brush through her chocolate locks.
I immediately noticed what she was wearing. I knew she had just taken a bath, I had heard the water running moments before and her skin seemed to glow even more than usual.
Her corset clung to her, extenuating the wonderful curves of her body. Her skirt was pulled up so that I could see bother of her calves and part of her upper thigh.
"Quinn," she walked over to the foot of the bed and I sat beside her. She looked down, "I want you to know how much I appreciate what you're doing - letting me stay here and being so unbelievably kind," she said, bringing me out of my daze.
"But, I wanted to ask you and I of course would never want to offend you, but I was wondering," she said, looking at her hands. "I've seen you l-looking at m-me. Staring actually," she said.
I was beyond embarrassed and could feel my cheeks getting hot. I stood up to leave, I couldn't look her in the eye.
She lightly grabbed and held onto my arm. She brought me back down so that I was sitting next to her, where I was just a moment ago.
"No, when I saw how you were looking at me, it made me feel okay," she lowered her voice, "about the way I have looked at girls all my life," she said.
I looked at her, astounded and relieved.
"Oh, no. I was wrong. I've offended you. I'm deeply sorr-" she started to say.
"Rachel, no. Don't apologize. Ive felt the same way. When I saw you, it made me feel something I've never felt before, but always knew was there," I said.
She smiled. I pushed a strand of hair that had fallen to the front of her face back behind her ear. Moments passed and we just looked at each other. I breathed in her scent, lemon, but something else, something I couldn't quite put my finger on, but it made me hunger for her blood. I internally shook my head. I couldn't bite Rachel, she was special.
After a while, I got tired of waiting and leaned in, pressing my lips to hers. Her lips were soft. At first she was surprised, but then relaxed into it. We had a sort of rhythm going. I opened my mouth just slightly and she followed. I stifled a moan, not wanting anyone to hear.
I felt my blood lust starting to resurface and just then, I heard my maid knock on my door and I knew if I didn't respond she would go in and see me in here, with Rachel.
I separated reluctantly and told Rachel that I was sorry, but I had to go and with that I kissed her soft skin on the cheek and went off into my own room, and attending to my handmaiden.