AN: I'd just like to thank all of you guys for taking a chance on this fic. It means a lot and it's helping me continue writing so thank you once again. Here's another chapter! Enjoy! :) PS: All mistakes are mine.
After the little incident in the choir room, Quinn always made sure that she was full on blood when she was around Rachel, sometimes even uncomfortably so.
When she acquired Rachel's number, she seemed to text her constantly and Rachel did the same. They talked about everything and anything, staying up for a good part of the night sometimes. Guilt was always in the back of Quinn's mind when she texted the girl, though. She was keeping her vampirism under wraps for the time being. Hell, she wasn't even sure she wanted to tell the girl at all. At least not until she was about to turn her or when Rachel had fallen madly in love with her.
She had not used her cellphone for much when she was with Katherine. They were always by each other and they could each sense whenever the other was in trouble. It came with taking each other's blood. The each had a part of each other flowing through them constantly.
She hadn't thought about her sire for quite a while and she wondered what Katherine was thinking of her if she could see her. Would she be angry that she was moving on so quickly? Would she be glad that her death had not broken Quinn completely? She hoped it would be the latter. Katherine had always been such a happy person. At least on the outside she had.
Rachel began to ditch her friends from glee club to spend all of her time with Quinn. Walking with her to classes, going to study hall with her on her free period, even sitting at a table alone with Quinn to just talk. Although, she did find it odd that Quinn always only had a mug filled with some dark liquid. She was told it was soup, but in the back of her mind, she really didn't believe that it was. But what else could it possibly be?
It was hard for her to not think about the feelings that were developing for Quinn. She realized she would become very upset if she spent more than an hour away from the blonde and she felt an odd spark go through her body whenever they hugged or their arms brushed.
She liked the feelings, there was no doubt about it, but Quinn was unreadable. She wasn't sure if the girl was just flirtatious or actually into her. She was normally confident about these kinds of things, but Quinn turned her into a blushing, stuttering mess.
It was the same for Quinn, kind of. She knew how to keep a straight face even though she was embarrassed or excited or nervous. She never had shown much emotion during her human life and it had passed on to her vampire one. Katherine, of course, could read her like an open book, but humans couldn't. She kept everything bottled up inside of her and she didn't plan on telling anyone how she felt. She didn't have anyone to tell until Rachel had come into her life.
…..
They normally only saw each other at school so it came as a bit of a surprise when Rachel approached her outside of the school on Friday. Rachel had finally worked up the nerve to ask Quinn if she wanted to go somewhere. After all, it was the weekend.
Rachel followed Quinn out to her car and stopped beside it, tapping Quinn's shoulder and waiting for her to turn around.
"Rachel?" Quinn couldn't stop the smile that formed on her face, pure happiness evident in her voice.
Rachel nodded and shifted from foot to foot, a light blush coating her cheeks. "So we never see each other outside of school and I was just wondering if you wanted to do something tonight. Like maybe we can go over to your place? Or the mall or something. My fathers are having guests over and I honestly would like to do something else than watch them reminisce about college days." She sighed dramatically, hoping to get Quinn to go with the idea.
"Alright. What would you like to do, Rachel? We could go over to my place or we could go to the mall. Whichever you prefer. " Quinn felt her stomach tighten and she became nervous. She didn't have food in her house nor did she have pictures of her so called "parents" that enrolled her into McKinley. Maybe Rachel wouldn't ask questions, though, and that reassured her. But only slightly.
"Your place sounds fine." Quinn clenched a fist, her mind whirring. "It's been a long day and I just want to relax with a friend." Rachel's blush had disappeared and she was all smiles, glad that Quinn had said yes to being together.
Quinn nodded and unlocked her car and opened the passenger door for Rachel. It a 1967 red Chevy Camaro that she really had no use of, but Katherine had insisted on owning a car. People would think it's odd that they did not own a car, her sire had informed her at the dealership when she had bought it and together they treated it as if it were its child. To this day, Quinn would make sure it was in tip top shape twenty four seven.
"We should be there in a little. I live on the outskirts of Lima in the apartment complex. You might know of it." She slid into the driver's seat, grinning at Rachel devilishly as she revved the engine and practically floored it to her place, sneaking glances at the brunette every now and again. She seemed to be holding onto the bottom of the seat for dear life.
When they finally arrived, Rachel was glaring at Quinn, her arms crossed. "You think that was funny, Quinn? What if we got into an accident? What if a police officer had pulled us aside and fined us for speeding? Then what?"
Quinn couldn't stop from giggling quietly. "But that didn't happen, Rach so stop worrying. I'm fine. You're fine. Now let's go inside. I'd rather not spend the rest of the day in my car." She pulled the key out of the ignition, jiggling it to find the one for her apartment before getting out and making her way around the car to open for Rachel.
"How chivalrous." Rachel teased, stepping out and looping her arm through Quinn's, letting the blonde lead her to her place.
Once the door was opened, Rachel looked around with shock. It seemed so old. There was décor that was definitely not from this decade. Maybe not even this century. Paintings, pottery, and trinkets that looked like they belonged in a museum. "Where did you get all of these things? Are your parents collectors of olden day things?"
Quinn put her keys in a handcrafted dish that she had brought along with her from her birthplace in France, her nerves coming back. "Yeah…Something like that."
Rachel set her bag down beside the door and sat on the couch, sighing softly and looking around. "So where are your parents? Work?" Quinn sat next to Rachel, pressing her side into the girl so that there was no breathing space between their bodies.
"No, they're on the other side of the world doing some research. I'm here. Alone." It wasn't all a lie. Her parents, even though they were dead, were still buried somewhere in France.
Rachel's eyes widened and she looked around the place again. "Alone? This place is so big, though." Her expression softened and she took Quinn's hand, squeezing it gently. "It must get lonely over here…"
"I had a roommate for quite a while, but she's gone now so I guess it does get somewhat lonely." She looked down at her hand in Rachel's, her bottom lip between her teeth. What type of gesture was this? Friendly? "Do you have a large family?"
"Oh no, it's just me and my fathers. And yes, "fathers" was meant to be plural."
Quinn couldn't help but smile at Rachel's defiant look and how all of her muscles tensed. Quinn was definitely not judgmental. She was a vampire, a gay one at that. She had no right to judge others.
"Don't worry, Rachel. I'm not going to lecture you about your fathers and how what they are doing is a sin." She kissed the diva's knuckles softly, locking their gazes the whole time. "I am gay myself if you haven't already noticed."
"O-Oh." Rachel's skin was still tingling from the brush of Quinn's lips and she could barely think straight, no pun intended.
She instinctively moved closer to Quinn, pressing their foreheads together. At that moment, she really wanted to feel the blonde's lips against hers. More than she ever had with Finn or Puck or any other boy at McKinley, but a wave of panic also shot through her. What would the backlash be like at school? She was already kind of classified as a "loser" for being in glee club. She imagined a slushy facial every day just for holding hands with Quinn in the hallways or just being known as a "lesbian". It would also be hard for her fathers. People in Lima would start to believe the theory "gay parents turn their kids gay also" and she knew they would get more taunted and criticized than they already were.
Quinn didn't have any of Rachel's blood in her system so she couldn't exactly tell how the girl was feeling, but she could smell nerves and excitement so she took the initiative to close the gap between them and press her lips to the brunette's.
Their eyes both remained shut as sparks flew between them and fireworks played behind their eyelids. Rachel enjoyed melding her lips with Quinn's and forgot all about her worries until she broke away from the kiss and all of the troubles filled her mind again.
"I'm sorry, Quinn. I can't do this." She rushed out of Quinn's apartment building, sprinting as far away from the place as possible. All her worries were with Quinn and if the blonde never spoke of it, they could both act as if it had never really happened, right?
But Rachel knew she was only fooling herself. She didn't want to forget the kiss. In fact, she wanted to kiss Quinn again, with more fervor and hunger than before.
Quinn whipped her head to the side and thought about following the girl. She would easily catch up with her, but she decided to let her go. It was upsetting to think that maybe she had been mistaken, maybe Rachel only liked her as a friend and nothing more, but she knew the girl had feelings for her and she was not about to let Rachel get away from her that easily. Once Quinn Fabray had her sights set on someone or something, she never gave up.
So it was final, she would get Rachel to come back. Sure, it might take some time and a lot of flirting and coaxing, but it would all be worth it in the end. She knew in her heart that it would be and somewhere deep down inside of Rachel, she knew she would come back to Quinn. She just couldn't stay away from the mysterious blonde.
