Author's note: So this is mainly a Faberry story, but with quite a bit of Brittana too. I got this crazy idea one night and was not able to fall asleep for a very long time because I wanted to see where it would go. A vampire, a werewolf, a shapeshifter, and a witch are involved. There will be some Holly Holiday too, because she is just plain epic and awesome, and a lot of people love her. :D This is basically a drama/romance with some supernatural stuff thrown in there just to make it interesting, otherwise, this story probably would have gone nowhere, knowing me. There's also a bunch of humour, too. Please enjoy!
It was a quiet night in Lima, Ohio. The two teenagers walked silently onto their school campus, eyes darting to the one car in the parking lot. The doors to the hallway were unlocked as promised, the girls giving them a small push. One of the doors swung open slowly, a tiny creak filling the space.
The halls were dark, the only light streaming through the high windows being emitted by the half-moon. The blonde gulped, intimidated by the bareness of her school. She reached for the brunette's hand, pulling her back before she could advance any further down the hall, only being about ten feet in. The Latina turned to her and pecked her cheek, squeezing her hand in reassurance, starting off again for the first classroom on the right, the blonde feeling immensely better.
The blonde and brunette walked hand-in-hand into the classroom, their gaze resting on the older blonde lit by the lamp on the desk. She beckoned them forward, motioning to the two swivel chairs in front of her desk. The blonde released her hand, skipping forward to land in the chair and spin in circles while the brunette walked calmly up to the other chair and settled down.
"Uh, B, y-you can stop spinning now," the brunette murmured. The blonde abruptly stopped, the back of the chair facing the desk. She exchanged a glance with the older blonde in front of her. Her eyebrow was raised, eyes flicking back to the other chair. The blonde was sitting there now swinging her legs and humming a song that sounded oddly familiar to the brunette, but she kept her mind on the matter ahead of them and spun the young blonde back around.
"Oh, hi Ms. H! I totally forgot you were here." A look of confusion spread across her face. "Wait, San, why are we here again?"
The older blonde answered for the Latina: "I need your help. I helped you both, and now we need to help them, before their lives evaporate before their eyes."
"Who are we talking 'bout again?" The blonde chewed on her finger nails. Her eyes got wide, and then she said, "Oh, yeeeahhh. Them." The brunette patted her leg, giving her a small smile.
The older blonde continued. "One is slowly starting to lose her humanity. You must find a way to keep it from progressing, and ultimately find a way to stop it. What we're dealing with isn't like the stuff you read about or see on TV; garlic and holy water isn't going to work." She ran a hand through her long blonde hair. "We also aren't trying to kill her," she gave a short laugh, despite the direness of the situation. The teens just gave each other a look of worry. "And as for the other, her change is soon to begin. She will be confused, and may end up losing her mind in the process."
"I'm scared for them," the blonde next to the dark haired brunette whispered.
"I know you are. I think we all are, to be honest." The woman leaned back in her chair.
"So what are we supposed to do about it?" the brunette pondered.
"Try engaging the vamp in some activities." She seemed to think hard back to when she was their age. "Like a sleepover! Or maybe the four of you could go see a movie?"
"Those are good ideas and all Ms. H, but what if she doesn't wanna go?"
"Well then, maybe a little magical persuasion won't hurt?" The older blonde looked to the Latina, the brunette nodding her head in return.
"Q won't bite me, right?" The blonde's brow was creased in worry, fingering her ponytail in between her thumb and pointer finger.
"Hopefully not," the other blonde answered.
The blonde's eyes widened, and then she asked, "And Rach… when is she going to turn all fuzzy?"
"When this full moon hits. And we'll most likely need your help when she turns; shifters can come in very handy in situations like this." The two blondes smiled, but the brunette wasn't too thrilled about her girlfriend being put in danger, although if it would help save their short diva they didn't really have a choice.
She was distracted again as the blonde next to her started swinging her feet and humming that same familiar melody. It bothered the Latina that she couldn't place her mind on which song it was, and the second she recognized it the older blonde started speaking again.
"Off you girls go. It's late, I'm sorry to have brought you here at this time. But if this isn't taken care of, it will bring them down." A look of utter seriousness covered the woman's face, it being so unlike her. "Take care."
The brunette rose to her feet, her hand circling around the younger blonde's arm, pulling her up. The blonde rose willingly, jumping up to her full height.
"Thank you, Ms. Holiday," she whispered, guiding her girlfriend out of the dimly lit room. An arm looped around her waist, a head placed on her shoulder, a soft breath tickled her neck, but she was numb to all of it.
It had to work its way into her consciousness, the song that the two of them took comfort in. The beauty beside her was humming it softly, the only sound of the night as they exited the deserted building and entered the chilly, crisp air. The Latina realized she was humming along too at one point, relishing in the relief it brought her at the moment. They reached the end of the song, when the blonde sang out:
"Well maybe, the landslide will bring them down."
Each word was sung clearly by the blonde, sending shivers down the brunette's spine when she realized how her girlfriend had changed the lyrics, probably not on purpose. It proved that it wasn't just she whose mind was focused on their best friends. Hopefully not, she thought.
Quinn stared at the girl in front of her, deciding. A sleepover? Should I go?
"Come on, you've got to come! My parents won't be home. I hope you don't mind that I invited Rach," Brittany said, avoiding her gaze.
Her heart jumped at the news, threatening to explode. Hazel eyes flashed to the short brunette at the other end of the courtyard who was talking expressively to Mike and Tina, Mercedes and Kurt coming up behind her to listen to her rant. Her eyes took in the scandalously short skirt, her eyes roaming over the dip in the girl's shirt, exposing a tanned collarbone and chest. Rachel's hair was pulled back in a half-ponytail, highlighting just enough of her beautiful features to make the blonde swoon on the spot.
"Q?" Brittany waved a hand in front of her face. Quinn snapped her mouth shut, eyes switching back to the blue ones before her.
"I'd love to come," she smiled a genuine smile for once in the past couple weeks, the darkness that had been clouding her mind fading at once of the mention of the starlet. She would not go home tonight and end up staring at the walls for hours on-end, completely spacing out from the real world as her mind wandered to much darker things she could never point her finger at.
"Yay!" she was encased in a tight hug. "Santi said to be at my house by seven. We're going to watch Close Encounters of the Third Kind! I've never seen it and San said I have to see it. I don't understand what's so special about a bunch of people going crazy about aliens, I mean, everybody knows they're real."
Quinn giggled, "Sure, Britt. I'll see you tonight," she grinned at the blonde's look of exasperation over the extraterrestrial, and actually skipped over to the brunette.
"No, no, you don't understand. Dressing up in plaid and suspenders with knee socks would look fine for the girls for the next assembly. And the guys can wear corduroy pants and sweater vests!"
"There is no way in hell I'm wearin' that," Mercedes barked out.
"I'm sorry Rachel, but Tina and Mike are absolutely right; everybody will laugh at us." Kurt looked up to see Quinn standing beside Rachel. "Hey, Quinn. Could you please explain to her that we can't wear those get-ups in front of the entire school?"
"Well, what song do you have in mind?" she asked the brunette.
"I don't know yet," she said sheepishly.
"Then we'll wait to decide on costumes after the glee club agrees on a song. Okay, Rach?"
"Alright, Quinn." The diva smiled up at her. The others around them began to disperse, the blonde hearing mutterings of "Thank God" from a few of her fellow glee clubbers. Rachel wrapped her arms around the blonde's middle, placing her head on her shoulder and looking up at her. "You're going to Brittany's tonight, correct?"
"Yes," she murmured, lost in the beauty of those dark brown eyes. She wished so desperately she could tell Rachel of the love she had for her. How she had fallen for this adorable brunette she had no idea, but it was the only thing that kept her going these days.
"You and Strawberry Shortcake gettin' all cozy, eh?" The two of them pulled back immediately, both simultaneously turning around to lock eyes with the Latina approaching them.
"Oh, please Santana," Rachel guffawed.
Quinn was a little hurt by Rachel's laughter, but ignored the pit growing inside her stomach and turned back to the Latina. "What do you want?"
Santana noticed the sharp edge to the blonde's voice, fear beginning to nag at the back of her mind again as it had just the night before. She was afraid to admit that they might be losing Quinn.
"Santana?" Rachel's voice broke her thoughts.
"Mr. Schue is holding a mandatory meeting after school in the choir room. It's about the assembly next Friday." Santana said, eyes distracted by a loose thread on her low-cut tank. When her eyes lifted to her friends, she was confused by the look on Quinn's face as she stared at the diva. The blonde was smiling, taking in everything about the brunette just a few inches from her. She noticed Quinn's fingers reach for Rachel's but then suddenly pull back and flatten her palm out against her thigh. The blonde's eyes flashed guiltily around and finally met Santana's, widening. Santana had witnessed everything.
The Latina smirked, waved good-bye, and dashed off.
"Class," Mr. Schuester began, "I'm guessing most of you know about the assembly. I've called you here to help come up with the song that we will perform next Friday."
A few groans were emitted from some students, the others just lounging back in their chairs, except for Rachel whose hand shot up immediately and expectedly.
"If it's about your geek dress up fantasy, drop it," Mercedes spoke, running a hand lazily through her hair.
Quinn noticed Rachel slightly slump in her chair, dejected. She put a hand on her arm, comforting her. Rachel smiled, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the blonde. She sat poised and elegant, yet so subtlety at the same time. The brunette felt the blonde's fingers rub and massage her upper arm, the sensation of it all warming her insides.
"Any suggestions?" Mr. Schue's voice broke up the butterflies swarming in her stomach, having them scatter everywhere. She pushed the feelings aside for the moment to think of the present topic. She was very unsuccessful. Those delicate fingers kept up their rhythm on her arm, intoxicating her.
Lauren's cell phone went off, Katy Perry's Last Friday Night entrancing the room. Everyone's face lightened, and they looked expectantly at Mr. Schue. Even Rachel seemed keen on the idea, Quinn watching the starlet perk up.
"Last Friday Night it is then!" Mr. Schue called out.
Roars of triumph echoed around the choir room.
"We'll decide on our attire next week. I'll see you guys then." He dismissed them, Brittany running up and squeezing Rachel and Quinn in a massive hug. The three giggled at the thought of not having to perform a one-time hit from the seventies.
"Get your hands off my lady," Santana growled playfully. Brittany turned around, jumping into her girlfriend's arms and kissing her soundly as the other glee clubbers filed out of the room. Rachel grinned at Quinn, taking her hand and leading her out of the room.
"I can't even begin to fathom the idea that we get to do Katy Perry for the assembly," Rachel expressed eagerly.
"Same here," Quinn said, feeling the brunette's warm hand wrapped around hers.
"Sorry if I dragged you out of there too fast, I thought Santana and Britt would like some alone time," the brunette apologized.
"It's fine," Quinn reassured her, happy to be with Rachel. "But they aren't really by themselves, Mr. Schue is still in the room," she mentioned.
"Ya, just wait until Mr. Schuester has to pull them apart, Santana might go all Lima Heights on him," Rachel chuckled. Quinn joined in on the laughter, not having felt this giddy since earlier that day . . . staring at Rachel.
Again her eyes were wandering the body of the brunette pulling her down the hallway, lost in the idea of ever being alone with the diva. She imagined kissing the starlet, pushing up against her and feeling the warmth of their bodies pressed together, to run her hands all over the brunette's-
"Quinn."
"What?"
She snapped out of her daydream to stare at Rachel. They were by her locker. Rachel's grasp had left hers and was now fingering the combination to the lock.
"Don't you have to go?" the girl opposite her questioned. "Not that I don't enjoy your company," the brunette added.
"Err, yeah, I guess. I'll see you at seven," Quinn murmured, quickly walking away.
"At seven. Not a minute late!" Rachel called after her. Quinn smiled to herself at Rachel's domineering manner, tucking a strand of her short hair behind her ear as she walked down the hallway.
"Don't be late, Fabray!" She turned her head to see Santana smirking against Brittany's locker, the two cackling as she turned back around and continued walking.
She turned onto B's street. Quinn glanced at the clock on her dashboard; she would be on time to Brittany's.
With a satisfied smile, she looked back to the road, suddenly having to slam on the breaks.
A duck was sitting in the middle of the road.
A duck.
She made her car give a small honk.
Nothing.
She revved the engine.
Nothing again.
She slowly inched the car forward and then stopped.
The duck got up, moved a couple inches away from the car, and plopped itself back down.
Quinn hit her head on the steering wheel. A duck.
She unbuckled her seat belt and wrenched open the car door.
The duck stayed.
She slammed the door.
The duck still sat there.
She walked up to the duck.
It only stared back.
Quinn marched back to her car, got in, and drove forward.
The duck landed on the front of her car.
Quinn screamed.
The duck flew away.
Astonished, she stared open-mouthed as the duck flew over the surrounding houses. A fucking duck, she thought, resuming her drive down the street, irritated.
She pulled up in front of the Pierce residence, checking the clock on the dash, which read 7: 01.
Bearing a rolled up sleeping bag and pillow with her bag slung over her shoulder, she approached the dark house. It was at B's house, right? Not Santana's?, she thought, walking up the pitch-black residence.
The blonde knocked on the door and waited. It creaked open, a blue eye being lit by the street lamp.
"Britt," Quinn spoke, "why are all the lights off?"
Not even a second later, she was pulled abruptly into the house and thrown over the back of the couch, her stuff being dropped in the process.
All irritation was forgotten as she felt one body land on her chest, the other on her legs. "Get her, Rach!" she heard Brittany scream from her position on her legs.
"We told you not to be a minute late!" a shrill voice sounded around the living room.
"Now for your punishment!" Santana enthusiastically announced.
The weight on her chest moved and was replaced a moment later by Rachel. Hands traveled down over her chest to her ribs, where the fingers belonging to the brunette did their work. Quinn couldn't breathe as she giggled and squealed, another set of hands coveting her feet soon after.
"Hold her down!" Rachel shrieked close to her ear.
She felt the Latina land on her stomach, tickling her from where she sat on Quinn's abs. The blonde thought she would lose it with all the delightful contact her friends were placing on her.
The mass on her stomach moved suddenly, and the hands belonging to Brittany and Rachel disappeared. She felt strong arms lift her up and carry her away from the couch. Quinn screamed loudly, giggling furiously immediately afterwards.
"Santana! Put her over there, I want to get her from all sides!"
She heard Rachel roar playfully as she was set down on the carpet a few feet away. The diva tackled her and bit her earlobe lightly, Rachel's full weight on Quinn, hands traveling up her sides. They roamed around the sides of her breasts and over her collarbone, her fingers dancing around the blonde's neck. Quinn could have practically spit at the time she was laughing and spazzing so much, unable to breathe in or out.
The tickling situation lasted for a few more seconds, the hands that assaulted her stopped. She could feel Rachel breathing on her very hard, the brunette apparently as out of breath as the blonde. Rachel lied on her, their bodies pressed firmly against each other. Quinn's breathing was ragged, matching Rachel's perfectly. The brunette's head dropped in exhaustion into the crook of Quinn's neck, Rachel's breath warm and sweet on the glossy skin.
Rachel pulled back when the lights in room came on, staring back into Quinn. The hazel eyes that bore into hers were ablaze and playful, color also filling the blonde's cheeks.
"Hey," Rachel breathed into her mouth, eyes locked on the hazel pair.
"H-hey," Quinn stuttered.
"GROUP HUG!"
Quinn watched as Brittany came into view behind Rachel's head, Santana coming into the picture, too, as the blonde dancer pulled the Latina down with her, Santana grumbling her exasperation on the way down to the hard, carpeted floor.
Santana landed next to Quinn, Brittany on top on her. Brittany rolled over so that she somehow was lying on all three of them.
"Hi Rach, Q," she spoke in a bubbly tone, tilting her head backwards to look at Quinn.
"Hello, Brittany," Rachel chuckled.
"B, you weigh a lot," they heard Santana mumble somewhere under the mess of the three teenagers.
"Foursome!" Britt cried out. She rolled off of Rachel and Quinn to solely lie on her girlfriend, laughing lightly.
"Hell no," Santana rumbled. "You belong to me." A wicked smile spread across the Lima Heights resident's face and flipped Brittany over, pinning her to the carpet. The two started kissing passionately, losing themselves in the act.
Quinn and Rachel grinned at their friends. The blonde felt the diva on top of her tense when she grabbed her hips, flipping her over to pin her on the carpet just as Santana had. They landed next to the Cheerios, smirking at them, eyebrows raised.
"Oh, fine, but you're gonna leave us alone tonight, ya hear?" The Latina helped her blonde girlfriend to her feet. Quinn rolled off of Rachel and onto her side, the starlet taking her right hand in her left. She looked over to Rachel and beamed, the brunette doing the same in return.
"Come on, little lovebirds, get up; let's start the movie." When Brittany said that, the two girls practically flung themselves away from each other, blushing deeply.
"Geez guys, B was only kidding," the Latina shook her head, smiling at Britt.
Quinn made use of herself and walked back to the front door to pick up her stuff where it had been dropped. She noticed a dainty hand reach for her bag before she had the chance to, and when she straightened up, she smacked her head into Rachel's.
"Ow," Quinn muttered.
"I'm so sorry!" Rachel's hand went to Quinn's face, tilting her head up to look at the brunette. The diva's hand traveled along her jaw, and then stopped at the base of her neck.
"Are you okay?" the blonde asked.
"I'll be fine. I'm sor-"
"No need, Rach. You were just trying to help," Quinn interrupted, giving the young ingénue a slight hug.
Quinn walked her things up to the guest bedroom, surprised to find Rachel's stuff already there. The blonde set her stuff down and walked back out of the room. She descended the stairs quickly.
"I hope you don't mind that I told Berry here that she could share the guest room with you," Santana said to her once she reached the bottom of the staircase.
"No, it's fine," she answered. No, it wasn't fine.
It was wonderful.
Wow, you made it through the first chapter! :P
Thanks for reading, please review. Reviews really do make my day. (And make me write more.) Next chapter will be up within the following week hopefully.
And I would like to say hi to my friends GleeFreak-VampireChik, umbrellaleg, and Cactus Luv. And Nami too if she ever reads this...