Okay I think I've gone off the deep-end. This fic is still Pezberry, but it involves vampire!Quinn and vampire!Santana. That's not the central focus though, it's still about a relationship between Rachel and Santana. Tell me what you think. Enjoy.
I wasn't top dog in the school. Everyone knew that Quinn and I shared that position. She was my best friend and I always found myself hating her at times, but desperately needing her friendship at other times. It was like an unwritten agreement between us, I needed her and she needed me. That's why I was walking down the hallway with her right now, almost laughing inside at the way people moved out of our way as we paced.
"God these people are pitiful." Quinn said glancing over her shoulder as she put in her locker combination. I leaned slightly against the locker next to hers and marveled at her cheerleading uniform. I was thankful I never even thought of joining the Cheerios, those tops looked so uncomfortable. I guess I owed Quinn for bringing me to the top of the food chain, so to speak, because she still hung out with me even if I wasn't on the squad.
"Not all of them." Just then Brittany skipped over to Quinn and I, and we linked pinkies. "Hey Britt-Britt, want me to walk you to class?" I asked, but I don't know why. I always walked Brittany to her classes; it was just part of the routine.
"You know I get lost." I wondered how Brittany even passed the 9th grade if she couldn't even find a classroom.
"Catch you later Quinnie." I said in a patronizing tone. Quinn rolled her eyes and eyed Brittany's hand closing around mine. She gave me a knowing smirk which almost made me lose my cool. "What?" I snapped looking back at Quinn over my shoulder while Brittany was tugging me towards English class.
"You know Lopez." Quinn shouted before Finn walked over to her and from there I couldn't see anymore because Brittany pulled me inside the English classroom. I sat down next to her in the front so that Brittany could see the board and waited. There was still five minutes until class actually started.
"Why are we here so early B?" I asked and Brittany just looked at me with one of her goofy grins.
"Because I wanted a good seat silly panda." Even though I glared at Brittany for using a nickname like that in public, deep down inside I love it. I didn't really know what was going on between us, but I liked that nothing with her was forced. I looked up and Rachel Berry walked right past but only to the desk closest to me. As she took her seat front and center, she placed her perfectly organized binder on the table with two sharpened pencils right next to it. She folded her hands on her desk, sat up straight, and faced the front of the room.
Did she have to be so annoying? Maybe if she just tried to act like the rest of us, she wouldn't get bullied so much. It's just that there's something about Rachel Berry, that makes her look like she feels superior, and God did it annoy the hell out of me. She was so damn perfect, with her perfect grades and voice; it was exhausting to try to live up to her standards.
"Hey tranny." Some jock snarled at Rachel as he pushed her binder off her desk and onto the floor. The loud thud of her binder was covered by the snickers of a few people in the back. Mrs. Wilson walked in just as the binder slid and landed right at my left foot. The room fell silent and all eyes seemed to be on me.
I could've just left the binder on the floor, I knew that's what people were expecting. Rachel was even about to stand up and get the binder herself, but instead I reached down and grabbed the binder, handing it back to her without even initiating eye contact.
"Thank you Santana." Rachel said quietly so that only I could hear it.
"Yeah, don't get used to it." I muttered focusing my attention on the board. I didn't need Rachel Berry thinking I was nice. I actually preferred her to stay the hell away from me.
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"So what have you been doing?" Quinn asked me as I slumped back against one of the fancy Cheerio's lockers. It was getting late and waiting for Quinn after her practice had turned out to be a chore. I didn't mind watching the Cheerios do all those flips and dances, but I just wanted to head home.
"What do you mean? I was waiting for you to finish practice." I told her with a bewildered expression.
"I mean…for…eating." She looked around the locker room as if someone would come jumping out and scream our secret to the world. At this point, no one knew about Quinn and I, and we both wanted to keep it that way.
"No one's around Quinn so you can chill now." She was so tense; she thought that everyone was out to get us. Her hazel eyes had turned a darker shade and her face paled a bit. "What? Why are you angry?"
"Just tell me how you've been feeding." She snapped as she slung her bag over her shoulder. We didn't always talk about stuff like this, but she clearly thought I was hiding something from her.
"Dad's a doctor remember, I just go to the hospital when I need to." I informed her. We exited the locker room and walked down the deserted hallway. "Why are you so uptight?" I asked her.
"Haven't fed in a while." She said slamming her fist into the locker, but not even stopping to feel the pain. She was hungry that was for sure, but I didn't know how to help her. She was so stubborn sometimes, even if I offered assistance she would most likely ignore me anyway.
"Have you ever thought about…" I paused as we both got into her car. "…well you know." She looked at me before starting her car and driving off. I didn't know if that meant she understood or she didn't. I stared out the window, hoping to keep my mind off what I was thinking before. No one knew we were like this, but what if we told?
"It's a stupid idea San." Quinn said clenching her teeth. "You're thinking about telling Britt, I know it." I didn't want to argue with her so I let the statement linger in the air. There was so much tension in the air I thought about telling Quinn to just forget everything that I'd even said. Sometimes I had weird ideas, and ideas that could get us caught. "I mean do you want her…I mean not her…just her blood." I turned away quickly and let down the window slightly, just to get fresh air circulating through the car.
"Don't Quinn." I could feel my fangs elongating and pinching at my bottom lip. I could just feel the way my body was shifting with my mood. I held on to the door handle and tried to calm myself down. When I was angry and aggressive, there was no way to stop me. "I can't allow myself to treat her like an object." I explained to the blonde.
"She cares a lot about you, telling her you're a blood sucking monster won't change that." I cracked a smile at the bluntness of Quinn's voice and felt my body relax a bit.
"Sometimes when we're at her house just hanging out, I get the urge to just…go for it you know. I mean you haven't done that have you?" I asked Quinn.
"Once." I was surprised by the answer because this was the first I was hearing of this. "Puck thought it was hot, like a love bite or something. What an idiot."
"Slut." I mumbled jokingly and Quinn nudged me just as we pulled up to my house. I grabbed my backpack from the backseat and gave Quinn a onceover before I rolled my eyes again. "Come in."
"What?" She asked bewildered.
"You literally look like you're gonna die…I've got a small stash in my room, it'll help I promise."
