This chapter introduces everyone's POV that's going to be in this story. Read and Review please let me know if I should continue.

Quinn's POV

I had been thinking about what Santana said all night. She wasn't completely insane, it was a good idea. I mean it's Brittany, she's so innocent she won't even know what's going on. I guess we both know that the real problem was, we'd never actually indulged like this. I mean with Puck, there was little if any consumption and I was afraid that if I really tried then I wouldn't be able to stop.

It was tempting though. I had plenty of urges throughout the day, but I usually had to lock myself in the girl bathroom just to keep myself from latching onto someone neck and holding on for dear life. I wonder how Santana dealt with it sometimes, with a temper like hers; it's strange to think that she's able to control her urges.

"Earth to Quinn." Santana said rapidly snapping her fingers in front of my eyes. I looked up at the Latina clad in her badass outfit. She wore black skinny jeans, belt clad with skulls, and a black tank top. "Got a problem?" She asked as she sat down next to me on the benches in the corridor outside.

"No, just thinking." Santana knew there was something more to this, I could see it in her eyes but she didn't press the issue.

"I've got history next, if something's up I can skip…" Santana offered. I hated that she was so willing to just throw everything down just for me. I stood up and threw my bag over my shoulder and stood along with Santana.

"No, meet me for lunch though…hey who's in your history class anyway?" I asked Santana.

"Finn-competent and Berry." Santana said scuffing as she turned around and began walking down the hallway. "See you at lunch."

Santana's POV

"God this is so fucking boring." I mumbled to myself as I leaned down even further on my table. If I went down anymore I'd be lying down on the ground. I look up at the clock. Christ, thirty more minutes! I wasn't going to make it, there was no way in hell I could make it.

"It's not that bad." Leave it to Berry to have ridiculously good hearing, and no filter to tell her not to talk to me. I didn't even realize she was sitting next to me at these stupid two person tables. Wait, did I sit down next to her without even noticing it?

"I'm gonna fall asleep." I whispered to the diva, and she smirked. I noticed the way she tossed her hair gently over her left shoulder exposing her neck. Shit.

"Santana!" I could hear the teacher and Rachel call out to me simultaneously as I bolted from the room. I needed out, and I needed out fast. I ran into the girl's bathroom and locked the door behind me. I went to the mirror and took in my reflection. Dilated pupils, elongated teeth and a jaw line practically breaking because I was biting down so hard and grinding my teeth together.

"Shit…I need a fix." I'd never gotten like this so badly at school before. I mean I'd just fed yesterday, but somehow that didn't seem to be enough. I told myself it wasn't because of Rachel, it was just because I was starving and she happened to be right there.

My eyes darted to the door when I heard loud obnoxious knocking and I debated opening up. What if it was a girl desperately in need of the bathroom, I couldn't just leave her out there. Then again, there were plenty of bathrooms around, why not use those? "I know you're in there Santana." Of course. Rachel.

I went over and unlocked the door then I turned around and continued looking at my reflection in the mirror. "Aren't you just the persistent one?" I mumbled refusing to look at Rachel. I could see that my eyes hadn't returned to their normal deep brown color. They were ablaze and a light yellow ring danced around my pupil ever so lightly.

"Are you okay? You just left the room so quickly-."

"Yeah, it's cool, don't worry about it." I said snatching a paper towel out of the dispenser and running it under the cool water. I wiped my face and tossed the paper towel into the trashcan. "What are you still doing here?" I asked her surprised that when I turned around Rachel was still standing there. She held her hands interlocked in front of her grey skirt as she slightly shifted her weight between her two feet. She was nervous, and this amused me to no end.

"I can tell when people lie." She explained quietly. Now she was scared, she must have seen the shift in my expression, the tension in my face. She wasn't calling me out on my bullshit, she was outright calling me a liar. No one did that.

"What?" I snapped taking one-step closer to her. She took a step back and kept her eyes low.

"You're not a liar…but you're lying to me." Rachel said looking up at me really for the first time. I didn't let our eyes connect but I could feel my anger rising. I was not really having an attempted heart to heart with Rachel fucking Berry, was I?

"What do you know dwarf?" I said trying to dismiss Rachel in the quickest way possible. I was about to walk past her and out to the hallway when the door flew open and Brittany walked inside. As soon as she saw me, a smile spread across her face.

"San, I've been looking for you all day." Brittany said as she stood on her tiptoes and caught a glimpse of Rachel. "Hi um…what's her name again?" Brittany was very forgetful, but the way she tried to conceal the fact that she forgot Rachel's name made her even more charming. The only reason Quinn and I know Rachel is that she's been the easiest target we have and that she's in Glee club. Brittany on the other hand refused to make fun of anyone, which meant she wasn't around when Rachel got the worst of things.

"Loser, her name is loser." I grabbed Brittany's hand and we exited the bathroom together. I couldn't bring myself to look at Rachel after that comment. Something inside me was churning, and nothing seemed to feel right anymore.

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Rachel's POV

I could tell that she didn't want to hurt me, but she still did. Normally she would glare right through me, but back there in the bathroom she didn't even look into my eyes. She was afraid, but of what? It certainly wasn't me, I mean she could crush me with one finger. Something else was going on I knew it.

"She's never like this. I mean when have you heard an ounce of silence when you were around Rachel Berry." I scolded Kurt for sharing his opinion on my speaking habits to Mercedes and Tina.

"I resent that Kurt, and whether or not you believe me is the least of my worries. We have developed-."

"And here she goes." Mercedes put in rolling her eyes at me. I brought a piece of lettuce to my mouth and bit down slowly. I had just noticed Santana and Brittany enter the lunchroom. I wondered how Santana was so popular; I mean she wasn't a cheerleader she just hung out with that crowd. "What are you looking at?" Mercedes questioned.

"Nothing…" I lied. "…Santana Lopez." Kurt's mouth practically hit the floor and Tina dropped her fork on the ground.

"What happened?" Tina asked.

"I…well she didn't do anything. Just her usual bullying, calling me a loser and everything-."

"I'm so annoyed with her tired ass jaded ass attitude." Mercedes piped up. "Brittany is the sweetest girl on the planet, why does she hang out with Satan?" Mercedes questioned, but no one answered.

"Look they're about to walk past." We all adverted our attention to our food and tried to avoid all other eye contact.

"Hi Kurt, Tina, Mercedes…and um Loser. Wait was that right Santana?" Brittany asked the Latina who wore a scowl on her face.

"No Britt, her real name is Rachel." Santana informed the blonde who cocked her head to the side and then looked back at me.

"I meant Rachel then." I gave a half-hearted smile to the blonde and looked back down at my salad. "San, say hi to everyone." Brittany urged.

"What? Why?" Santana asked annoyed.

"Because that's what you're supposed to do." Brittany told her.

"Fine…hi Jennifer Hudson, Lucy Lui, Clay Aiken, and Barbra Streisand, hope you guys enjoy your shit meal, goodbye." Santana didn't listen to Brittany's protests and she practically dragged the ditsy girl to the cheerleader table where Quinn was seated.

"Clay Aiken? How dare she!" Kurt yelled fixing his shirt and hair.

"Yeah Lucy Lui rocks, but she was being so racist. Even the Jennifer Hudson thing was racist." Tina said shaking her head. I wonder if Santana knew about my Barbra Streisand obsession. She had insulted everyone else, based all those comparisons on stereotypes, but for what she said for me, it was just a compliment. I'd take a small compliment from Santana Lopez any day.