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Quinn's POV

"I'm starving." Santana said looking up at the clock for the seventh time since we'd been in Glee club. Mr. Shuester was showing Finn and Sam some dance moves he wanted them to try out, so the rest of us were free to talk about song choices, or literally anything else. I glanced over at Rachel who was busy discussing her style options with Kurt and Mercedes.

"Starving like hamburger or starving like…well you know." I whispered to Santana who shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Brittany was busy dancing with Mike and I knew that somehow Santana was jealous. She'd become possessive of the girl and I knew that for her Brittany wasn't just her source, she was her best friend.

Rachel was different. Those sexy ass short skirts of hers drove me crazy. I wanted her, and even though I knew it was all bloodlust, I didn't care. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, and all I know was that I just wanted…no needed to taste her.

"…Jesus Quinn, snap out of it." Santana said nudging me in the side. "So I hear you kissed her. Don't you want to know what she thinks about it?" Now she had my attention. "She's confused about the whole thing; she needs you to talk to her. I mean God Quinn; don't you know how these things go?" Of course I don't. I've never had to deal with all these emotions, usually I just went for someone and got them.

"So what do I do?" I asked Santana who just smirked.

"Invite her over-."

"Not a chance, she'll just think I'm trying to get into her pants." I informed Santana who rolled her eyes.

"Sadly enough that's exactly what you're trying to do." I was offended, of course, it was true, but she didn't have to sound so high and mighty. "Look I know you don't like her…just try not to hurt her." She warned.

"What do you care?"

"She's a nice girl; I don't want to see her hurt." Santana said. I couldn't believe I was seeing her true colors right now. She always tried to act so tough, but she was just like a human when it came to emotions sometimes. "Look Britt and I were gonna have a sleepover, why not invite Rachel." It was a nice suggestion, but how could I ask after what happened earlier that day?

"Fine, you ask."

"Fine Fabray, anything for you." She said sarcastically before rising from her seat and walking back towards Rachel. I kept my head forward, but made sure to keep my ears open, just in case Santana decided to say something stupid. "Hey Rach." God, since when were they on to nicknames?

"Hi, Santana." Rachel responded in her usual perky voice.

"So I was wondering if maybe you'd like to join Britt, Q, and I tonight for a sleepover." Even when Santana wasn't flirting with someone she had this flirtatious charm to her. Now there was no way Rachel could say no to that.

"I-I don't know-."

"Oh come on, it'll be fun. I'll even order in some vegan crap that you're always eating." Rachel giggled and I couldn't keep the smile off my face. "So what do you say?"

"Sure, I'll gladly take you up on that." Santana returned to her seat next to me with a sly grin. I didn't say anything, but she knew I was thankful and that was all that mattered.

"Hey San! What are we eating tonight at the sleepover?" Brittany questioned as she walked over and sat down comfortably on top of Santana. Santana's arms immediately wrapped around Brittany's abdomen as she pulled her in closer.

"Probably you." I muttered earning a hard smack on the shoulder from Santana.

"Pizza probably." Santana answered.

"With pineapples and bacon right?" Yum, bacon sounded pretty good right now. Santana nodded, and now with Brittany on her lap, it looked like Glee club was really the last place she wanted to be.

I stood up and walked back towards Rachel. I took a seat next to her but didn't say anything to interrupt her conversation. I didn't mind sitting there and just watching her. I couldn't imagine anything more sincere than Rachel's smile.

"Hey, sorry for not telling you, but you look amazing today." I whispered into Rachel's ear when Kurt and Mercedes were too busy gossiping to notice. I didn't realize how close I had gotten to her until my right hand was wrapped around her shoulder and my leg was pressed to her thigh. At this rate, we could've been sharing the same chair. "Kissing you today, wasn't a mistake…I wanted to." I pulled back and her gaze met mine.

"I liked it." She said with a red blush crossing her face. I let my finger graze her thigh but I kept my eyes connected with her. She was wearing peach perfume and I could feel my fangs nipping at the insides on my cheeks. "I've never noticed how hazel your eyes are in the light…it's rather stunning." No, it's rather dangerous, I though to myself. I wanted to sink my teeth deep in her neck, but I knew I had to control my urges.

"Not as stunning as you." I felt my stomach tighten when I stood up and returned to my seat next to Santana. It was hard not letting my wolf out to play, I knew I'd have a lot of fun with Rachel Berry.

"Jeez Quinn horny much, I can see your fangs ripping through you bottom lip." I finally exhaled showing off my fangs to Santana who covered my mouth with her hands. "Trying to expose us?"

"No she just…god I want her so badly." I gripped the seat tight so I couldn't just jump up and take Rachel right here on the floor.

"Well then be ready tonight, maybe you'll get your chance." Santana suggested. She was right, tonight would be the moment of truth.

Rachel's POV

I had the right to be nervous, right? I mean I was going over Santana Lopez's house to have a sleepover with the most popular girls in school. This is like a dream, it's like a nightmare compared to that amazing kiss from Quinn earlier. I stepped out of my car and grabbed my tiny duffle bag, treading up to the front door.

I rang the doorbell and patiently waited. I secretly hoped that it was Brittany who opened the door. Although I could call Santana a friend, there was something about her that intimidated me to no end. I guess it also had to do with the fact that I'd sort of caught her and Brittany in the act, and I couldn't be more uncomfortable than I was then. Of course, me living with constant bad luck still seemed to affect me because Santana opened the door, and Brittany was nowhere in sight.

"Hey." She said stepping back and welcoming me in. I set my stuff down on the ground and began taking off my shoes. I didn't know exactly what Santana's house rules were, but the carpets didn't need to be stained with my dirty shoes. Santana waited until I stood up again and then she flashed me an amused grin. "So Britt and Quinn are on their way. Wanna take you stuff downstairs, that's where we'll be sleeping." I nodded and picked up my bag. I followed the Latina down stairs into a large room with two couches and a flat screen TV. Santana's folks must have been loaded. "Um I have to grab the movies from my room; I'll be right back-." She was about to head up stairs but I stopped her with a raised eyebrow.

"Wait, you're not going to leave me down here, are you?"

"Well I sorta thought you coming up to my room would make you feel…awkward I guess." Santana's downcast eyes almost made me feel bad for her. She had a gentle face that was incomparable to everyone I knew. I also noticed that even in her casual dress of sweat pants and a tank top, her hair flopped up in a messy bun, there was something undeniably cool about her.

"Is this about you and Brittany earlier?" She turned beet red, and by the way my face was heating up, I figured I did too.

"I didn't think you'd…sorry about that." She turned and began walking upstairs and I followed her all the way up to her room. She didn't protest, which made me think she wasn't going to ridicule me for my curiosity.

"It's a little surprising that you'd do that openly in the classroom." I sat down on Santana's bed while she rummaged through her collection of movies.

"Brittany sometimes makes me do things like that." Santana said weakly. I didn't know what she meant by that. It seemed like she was suggesting that she had no control, which seemed incredibly impractical.

"Were you-what exactly…" She seemed to know what I was saying because she turned and smirked.

"Look I'll give it too you straight sense you seem to be really fucking curious about the whole thing. I fingered Brittany because I really wanted to make her feel good, it was the least I could especially in return for what she does for me." This whole conversation was as intriguing as it was uncomfortable. I didn't even ask Santana what Brittany does for her because I knew she was starting to get irritated. "So are you like thinking about letting Quinn do that to you?"

"Oh my God!" I yelled even at the thought. I couldn't believe Santana would ask something like that.

"Alright chill dwarf, it was just a question." Santana said playfully. She held four DVDs in her hand and I watched as she absentmindedly read the back covers. "Quinn wants you really bad, so don't let her down."

The doorbell rang and Santana turned to me with a smile. "They're here."

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