'Big things. What the hell did big things mean?'

Damon thought. Quinn wasn't typically the vague type, but now she was just leaving hints?

"What 'big things'?" Damon asked.

"We can talk about it later. With Stefan. And... Elena." Again, Elena's name dripping with disgust. Quinn started to get up, but Damon grabbed her arm and pulled her back down.

"No. We'll talk about it now, or you can deal with your problems on your own."

"Not my problems, Damon." She turned to him, crossing her arms, "You really think I'm the only one who can track you two to Mystic Falls? Trust me, it's not that hard." She smirked, leaned over to him, and whispered in his ear, "Katherine's coming back, too, darling." As Quinn finished her sentence and leaned back, Damon turned to look her in the eyes, looking for any hint of a lie, but there was only honesty there. Quinn, in return, searched Damon's emotions, she was expecting anger, maybe even hope or fear, but it was empty. Maybe Katherine hadn't been lying to Quinn, perhaps Damon truly had no more feelings for Katherine.

"What the hell do you need Stefan, Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie for? It's Katherine, not a zombie apocalypse." Damon said, not entirely sure what he was feeling. Quinn shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't, I just wanted to meet the girls, and allow precious Elena to see her boyfriend be putty in my hands. Watch her lose faith in him." She smiled, hoping on some level Damon would agree to it, because he wanted Stefan's relationship to fail too.

"You really believe Katherine is coming back?"

"Oh, I know she is. She told me. About a month ago. Said she needed to get some stuff done, but she'd be here ASAP." Quinn's hand was now running along Damon's thigh. "Funny. You have this intense wish for your brother's girlfriend, then I come back into the picture, and your want for her lessens because your want for me resurfaced, and now Katherine is coming home. Will your desire for her grow?" Damon grabbed her wrist and pushed her off.

"I don't want Katherine at all. You've all made it quite clear that Stefan is the brother you all want." He stood and began to walk away. Quinn was standing in front of her. Damon cursed himself because he should have anticipated her using vampire speed to stop him, but in broad daylight?

"Easy, tiger. I think I've made it quite clear, several times today actually, that I want you. And thinking back over the years, Katherine has made it quite clear, as well. But, I do want to meet Elena before Katherine arrives. Call Stefan, tell him it's of utter importance, and she has to be there. And if he says 'no' because of me, say I won't be there."

"Why? Why should I help you?" Damon raised an eyebrow. She didn't even have to give a reason, he was already going to say yes, because he loved her, but he wanted to see what she could come up with.

"Because," Quinn smiled. She ran a hand down his chest, she slid it around the waistband of his jeans, she slowly moved it lower, watching Damon close his eyes, "You'd never tell me no." Damon opened his eyes and saw the seriousness on her face, but it wasn't seriousness about the Katherine situation, it was want and desire. The two of them hadn't been together in a very long time, but Damon wasn't sure how serious he wanted her. He was beyond confused, for the first time, about the choice he had to make.

Katherine, the girl he'd loved since 1864.

Quinn, the girl he'd managed to fall in love with after years and years of chasing, on both his and her part.

Elena, his brother's girlfriend, Katherine's doppelgänger.

Maybe to any normal human being the obvious choice would be Quinn, she never lied or hid from him, and she wasn't, currently, his brother's girlfriend, he didn't need another 50-year long silence between him and Stefan. But Damon wasn't any normal human being, he wasn't even human, he had Katherine to thank for that... Well, Stefan, really. But the thing was, they all had him under a spell. Katherine may have been a manipulative bitch, but she was all the things Damon had desired before he was turned, and once he had turned into a vampire, he wanted nothing more than to be with her for eternity, to spend their days together, living in sin. And Quinn, originally, she had just been in the right place at the right time, and it was many times, but that wasn't the point. She'd been around as long as Katherine had, but she was much, much different from Katherine, and that had appealed to him. However, when he was with Katherine, Quinn was with Stefan, and when he was with Quinn, Katherine was with Stefan. Katherine and Quinn had fallen for both brothers, and the two were very close, so they must have known they were sleeping with the same set of brothers.

But Elena. She hated Damon at the beginning. And Damon loved her because she looked like Katherine. Then he got to know her, and he almost forgot Katherine, but every time he'd begin to forget Katherine, somehow Fate managed to get it through to him that Elena was with Stefan. Elena loved Stefan, not Damon. Never Damon.

He pulled out his phone and dialed the number. "Brother!" He smiled his cocky grin at Quinn, "We have things to discuss, serious business. I think it'd be rather necessary for Elena to be there."

"Why?" Quinn heard Stefan say through the phone.

"She needs to hear it as well."

"Is our guest going to be there?" Quinn's face turned from a smile to anger in a heartbeat. 'Guest?' Obviously, Elena was in the room, probably laying on top of him, praying for the call to end so she could rip his shirt off, the little whore. Quinn breathed heavy and angry. Damon saw her anger and sped up the conversation, actually considering not having Quinn there, she looked like she might kill Elena.

"Only if you'd like her to be." Damon said, giving Quinn the calm-down eyes. She heard Stefan sigh.

"Whatever. Uhm. We're on our way."

Damon shut his phone, and the two began the walk back to the alley so they could super-speed back to The Boarding House.

Quinn stormed through the door, Damon just behind her. Stefan and Elena hadn't arrived yet.

"OUR GUEST?! HE CAN'T EVEN SAY MY NAME IN FRONT OF HER?!"

"Quinn, calm down." Damon said, but she quickly turned, her face had pure and utter murder written all over it.

"No. I will not 'calm down.' That little," She stopped for a moment searching for an proper word. No, screw proper, she didn't care, "The little slut is nothing to me. I could rip her heart out in a second. I could drain her of every drop of blood, and Stefan would never be able to stop me. He's known me for how long, and he can't even tell her about me? When she walks in should I start my introduction with: 'I used to fuck your boyfriend'?"

"I think you're overreacting, Quinn." Damon placed his hands on her shoulders, and she did seem to calm when he did that. She was overreacting, but Damon understood. Stefan was a big part of Quinn's life, she'd loved him, maybe she still did, and for him to say 'our guest' knowing Quinn would be listening was a little harsh.

"Damon. It hurts. I don't give a rat's ass about who he's screwing now or who he's in love with. He's acting like the past never happened. How am I supposed to take that?" Quinn looked like she was going to cry.

"Now you know how I felt when Katherine flat-out told me it was always Stefan and would always be Stefan." Damon really did understand, and Quinn looked at him in a new light, Damon did have a heart, as much as he tried to hide it. She pulled him into a hug and suppressed the urge to cry.

Then, the door opened, and they heard footsteps. They separated, Damon turned around and Quinn saw her for the first time.