Chapter 10: Why Always So Hard
"So Rach, when do I get to feed you again?" The bubbly blonde had been excited ever since she fed Rachel once in her apartment and asked way too much questions for the vampire's like.
"Nah, Britt. You are grounded, and I am damn sure that this blood sucker never will get a chance to taste you again."
"Santa, it's not fair. You can taste me wherever and whenever you want and you even…"
"That's enough information for me to have a nightmare, B. We got it, but S is your girlfriend while R is not, so there is a difference." Quinn smiled weakly at her two best friends and secretly held tighter on the vampire's hand under the table.
"But good stuff should be shared, right? Because that was the reason why Santa told me that we should invite Puck to join us in…" This time Santa didn't even try to look embarrassed or uncomfortable.
However, Brittany stopped after she saw the raised eyebrow of the vampire.
"What? Rachel. You haven't done a threesome before? You lived for 400 years. Doesn't that give you enough time to exploit?" The taller blonde was truly curious. Besides, even to Quinn's embarrass, she was also intrigued by this question.
The vampire started to pork her food with her fork and shrugged.
"I used to be very traditional and fell in love with one of the noble bloods in another region in a random vampire fine art exhibition. After we gave the crowd an impeccable performance together, he asked me out and we were in love until we were 25 years old. However, we grew apart after that because he set for CA while I stayed in NYC. I haven't seen him in decades."
"So you were straight? He couldn't be you only one, right? Cuz 400 years is a long time period."
"We do experience and sometimes just have some fun. Like you said, 400-year life is a wonderful opportunity for us to exploit, so homosexuals are as prevalent as heterosexuals, among the entire population. Nevertheless, I only had one boyfriend and I rarely did relationship after, and I never engaged in an intercourse involved more than two parties."
"So…"
"So?"
"Vampires do masturbate, cuz that's one party, right?"
"Really? You only conclude that, Britt?"
"Okay, let's change the subject, for god's sake. It's lunch time." Quinn waved her hands and dismissed the topic about sexual intercourse.
"Have you decided what to wear to the party tonight?" Brittany jumped into another topic without even batting her eyelash.
"What party?" The vampire only heard Quinn mention about it once without much passion, so she naturally forgot about it.
"Halloween party at Puck's place! It's such a tradition. I cannot wait to see you in the costume! No, I mean, your vampire state. That will be so much fun!"
"Actually, Rachel and I are content with staying in the couch in her apartment and watching an old black-and-white movie like most of our Saturday routine."
"Why are we not going again, Quinnie?" The vampire eyed the blonde beside her with a puzzled frown.
"Because you are very unstable today, remember? Saturday is the day of the year." Quinn was really too seriously concerned about the vampire's wellbeing to bicker over the nickname the vampire was calling her.
"But isn't it the purpose of the party to dress up to scare people? I will be perfectly qualified as a vampire with amber eyes and the 6-foot stout figure." Rachel smirked smugly.
"But Rach…" Sometimes, the vampire was really like a brat, who was sick and wanted an ice cream.
"Please, Quinn." The vampire was pouting. Rachel could be really cute when she wanted something like a brat longed for a toy or a tour to an amusement park. "Come on, I know you want to go. Besides, I really, really, really wish I can see you in that white sexy nurse skirt, which by the way is even shorter and tighter than the cheerleading uniform." Albeit, the brat would disappear as soon as the perv emerged from the deep of the vampire.
"Oh, really, Quinn owns that outfit?" The Latin was laughing so hard. "I though Quinn only owns the outfit like a mummy."
Rachel's POV
The bell of the last period, Spanish, of a tedious Friday finally rang, and students ran out of the classroom without hesitation.
"Wait up!" The least favorite voice of the vampire in the whole universe, Finnocence's voice, tainted both Quinn's and Rachel's ears, at least in the vampire's perspective.
"Finn, I thought I made myself clear last time in the hallway." Quinn placed her left hand on her hip and raised her left eyebrow.
God, she is such a sex on a stick. She is making me mouth water!
"Um, I, actually, want to talk to Rachel." The giant stretched the back of his neck.
"Oh." Quinn eyed Rachel, and Rachel winked back. "Okay."
"Wait me at the old place." Rachel grinned at Quinn one more time.
However, there was another voice.
"Quinn?" The Spanish teacher, aka the damn god-father-figure-of-the-one-and-only-golden-boy-Finn-Hudson William Schuester was weaving at the blonde, signaling her to come to the front of the classroom.
Quinn frowned a little but smiled back at the vampire, mouthing, "Guess who will be the first to finish the torture?"
"I will tear the oaf to beat you!" The vampire mouthed back with a pointed look toward Finn.
The blonde giggled and danced to the front of the classroom.
Ow, God, please forgive me for my sinful thoughts about that uniform and the stuff underneath.
"So what do you want to talk to me about?" The vampire had already felt like she was wasting her lifetime, even though she had so much time to waste. She had basically wasted her entire 400 years before she met Quinn.
Finn gingerly stole a glance from the front of the classroom where the blonde, who was glancing toward them from time to time, maybe trying to figure out the context of their conversation or keeping an eye on the vampire to prevent her from altering form and committing a crime.
"Is it cool for you to talk outside of the classroom, because you know…" He tilted his toward the teacher and Quinn.
Hell, no, you moron! Rachel was screaming inside because she hated letting the chance of hearing their interaction slipped away. She needed to make sure Quinn was safe. Who knew whether that teacher with horrible Spanish and a butt-like chin, which always triggered people's yearning to buy him a diaper, had a Pedophilia or not?
"Fine, but only a few minutes," The vampire hissed and stormed out of the classroom in a diva fashion.
After keeping each other in a safe distance and walking down the hall for a while, they checked in an empty classroom.
"What do you want…" The vampire was just about to snap when the boy burst out.
"I want my girlfriend back."
"Excuse me?" Sometimes, the vampire just couldn't believe the boy's nerve.
"I said she is mine. We are meant to be, you know. The quarterback and the cheerleader." The boy fleshed a goofy smile. "I used to think the fight was just like some high school drama, or Quinn thinks that the idea of lesbian can turn me on or something like that, but whatever that was, I want it to end right there."
Unable to express how she hated hearing the way this boy always put himself before Quinn in that co-called relationship, the vampire impatiently rolled her eyes and for the first time in her life she really wished that she could cross her heart and hope to die, like… literally!
"Listen up and very clearly. Quinn broke up with you and she had nothing to do with you. You know nothing, Finnkenstein. Nothing. She never loved you and she never will. You didn't treat her right and you don't deserve her!" She really wanted to show off all the memory she shared with Quinn from 4 years ago until today. She wanted to rub every detail, which Quinn imprinted in her heart, from her silky blonde hair to her sparklingly hazel eyes to her smoothly alabaster skin to her sunshine-like smile to her favorite pop and R&B songs to her favorite sweet food to her favorite supernatural, of course, she lived in one, movie to her sweet, subtle yet poignant love story book to her favorite color changing according to her mood from white to black to yellow to green to blue to sleeping position like an octopus so badly, but she couldn't because it was not her place to tell, so she reined.
"It's only a matter of time before she runs back to me because I am the best banner in the whole school. I am the quarterback, and I am the one get to support her through the entire college time. I can go with her to New Heaven instead of doing distant love marathon between 4-hour train rides."
The vampire sneered. So much you didn't know.
"I get the honor to attend the same school with her in New Heaven," The vampire stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
The boy's face turned from pale to red in a short period of time, whereupon he suddenly smirked slyly with such evilness that threatened to tear his face apart.
Then, he looked into the vampire's eyes and stated with venom, "At least, I deserve her more than you do. I am the one she would like to take home to introduce to her relatives and parents proudly. The most important thing is that I am a boy. I can give her a family and children. I am going to claim her in front of the whole world and…"
The boy hadn't got the chance to finish the sentence before he was punched into the locker, slipping onto the floor. He scarily, for a moment, considered covering his face with his hands, but then he found out the vampire had already gone.
He shouted to nowhere, "Did you know that she was raised in a sickly conservative Catholic family? You are just a phrase. Screw you, bitch!"
Somehow, he believed that Rachel could hear that clearly.
Quinn's POV
Noisy music, crowded drunks, and stupid costumes.
After that day, Quinn felt a little distracted when she walked to the tryst spot near the parking lot where she and the vampire exclusively shared. Fortunately, the vampire seemed to be so equally unease that she hardly noticed the blonde's unusualness, which was really un-Rachel.
The conversation between the Spanish teacher and her still echoed in Quinn's head.
*FLASHBACK*
Quinn watched the tiny diva storm out of the room with a grin. She was so cute.
"So, Quinn." The Spanish teacher clapped his hands together and forced Quinn to refocus her attention to that damned chin, no, the eyes of her teacher. "How are you holding up?"
Wait, what the hell was that? Holding up? What?!
"I am sorry?" Quinn was truly confused.
"I know it's really hard to break up with your first true love."
Seriously? The first thought popped into Quinn's mind was when did Rachel and she break up, and then she realized that he was talking about Finn. Ugh… Please give me strength, God. I hate them both, Finn and William Shoe!
"You know we are a family, right? You can talk to me if you want."
"It's really nice of you, Mr. Schuester, but I am afraid there is nothing left for me to say. We are no longer romantically involved with each other." Not like they had ever. "As far as I am concerned, I am more contented than ever." Since when had she begun to sound like the diva vampire? Shoot! She couldn't help but smile whenever she thought about her. Well, that meant basically all the time.
"You know young love is always very rough."
"Apparently, if citing your marriage as an example." Schuester leered at the red-hair school consoler behind his wife's back, and in order to tether her husband, his wife faked a "babygate," which led to their divorce.
"Um… That is not what I meant." The teacher was embarrassed. He should be, if you consider the fact that he made out with other glee director from their rival school and had his old-time crush to sleep in his bed with him when he chased after the red hair.
"What I am applying is that you should work on the conflict and make it through. I know for a fact that Finn was really sorry and I think he deserves a second chance."
Quinn was furious. Who the hell would give both men, Schue and Hudson, so many chances as if they had ever had one?
"I am sorry, Mr. Schuester. It's really none of your business to investigate student's privacy, including their personal life. Maybe Finn views you as an adult figure, but I have my own father to interact with." She was done with this conversation, and she was about to get up and leave.
"Speak of your parents." The Spanish teacher intentionally paused as if he knew that he was hitting the nerve.
"Have you told them about Rachel?"
"It's really a pleasure to have this conversation with you, Mr. Schuester."
Instead of reply, that was the only reaction Schuester could get from the HBIC.
*FLASHBACK ENDS*
Quinn only went here in order to rule her kingdom and to keep her popularity. Who would respect her if they found out that HBIC was a nerdy geek instead of a party animal?
She looked around, founding countless unconcerned faces without color and the meaning of living. They were not worth for Quinn to live for them. She just wanted to run, to run away from the pressure from the teachers' and parents' expectation and the stress from the peers' appreciation. Subconsciously, she leaned further into the marble-cold vampire. Feeling extremely calm in her arms against her cool skin, Quinn sensed safe and dependent. With the vampire, she was willing to let herself go, to be taken care of, and to get used to it. What's more, she enjoyed more when she had to look after the super-stout-inside-yet-five-foot-one-outside vampire when she refused to drink human blood, when she became a baby whenever she felt uncomfortable, when she was stubborn enough to think she could survive in a high school community in a glee club only with a MySpace account and without the skill to get a Facebook account. What she loved the most was the part she got to teach Rachel teen slangs instead of occasional Latin or Greek, which was even more scary, jumping out of the vampire's mouth. She showed the vampire how to dance without looking like a zombie attack. She lectured the vampire that N sync was not E.T., Backstreet was not a name of a street, and Britney Spears was the one of the most influential singers besides Barbra Streisand.
Rachel was something, and maybe the only thing she believed in, and she, Quinn Fabray, was not going to give her up so easily.
Screw you, douche butt-like chin.
As if the vampire sensed something in Quinn's mind, Rachel tightened her hold on the blonde's waist protectively and assuredly. It was the smug smirk of the vampire that made Quinn lose herself in it, and it was the sweet smile of the same vampire that reserved only for Quinn, which made her feel so loved and warm. Looking into burning yellow orbs without fear like that night, Quinn realized that she had found her direction and anchor 4 years ago.
"I am bored, Rach." Quinn looked at Rachel with a yawn. "When is the last VBR express?"
The vampire looked down at Quinn and winked. "I thought you would never ask."
Talking the vampire's extended hand without hesitation, Quinn was dragged along with Rachel and disappeared into the darkness of the night.