AN: Sorry if I took awhile with updating. I took a break and kind of got distracted with writing a Puck/Quinn oneshot I've had on the back burner.
Anyways, hopefully you'll read. enjoy. review!
Rounding the corner of the alleyway, Quinn slows her pace.
She pushes her sweaty bangs out of her face and takes a brief second to regain her breath. Hurrying over to the end of the alley, she lowers her weapon as she leans forward past the brick wall to glance both ways.
When she sees the flash of red and blue lights coming down the street, she ducks down behind the nearest parked car. While she waits for the cop car to pass, she puts the safety back on her gun, then slips the firearm under her dress and fastens it to the strap she had around her thigh.
Quinn lifts her head just enough to peer over the side of the car. About an hour ago residents began making reports of hearing gunfire and now the local police were all over the place.
Leave it to Brittany to forget the silencers at home.
Shaking her head, Quinn waits for her window before booking it across the street. She jogs down the length of the sidewalk, in the opposite direction the cops had been going, then makes an abrupt left turn. She glances around the unfamiliar town, searching for any recognizable markers that would help her to find her way back.
She knows she'd left her car around here somewhere…
It takes her about ten minutes but eventually she finds her mustang parked right where she left it. She releases a relieved sigh as she runs over to it and gets in (she hadn't exactly left it in a safe place and the keys were still in the ignition).
She starts the engine without hesitation and casts a quick glance over her shoulder. Her fingers begin to tap anxiously against the wheel as she waits for Santana and Brittany.
They'd had to split up awhile ago - which wasn't uncommon in these types of situations - so as usual they agreed to meet back at her car as soon as they were able to. Quinn just hoped to God they weren't lying dead in a ditch somewhere.
She'd beat their sorry asses clear back to Lima if they dared die on her.
What is she thinking? Quinn shakes her head to herself. It's Santana and Brittany. It'd take a lot more than a bunch of demonic cannibals to do them in. They've dealt with a lot worse, after all.
But still…she can't help but worry for their safety. Thankfully though, before her nerves get the best of her and she decides to go out and look for them herself, she sees a blonde blur sprinting over to her car.
Brittany slides into the backseat, just as sweaty and dirty as Quinn. About half a minute later Santana joins them, all but collapsing in the passenger seat.
Quinn wastes no time in taking off. After a quick glance at the time she realized they'd already missed first period and half of second period too. Considering she had a test in half an hour, this was not good.
"Fuck." Santana relaxes back against her seat, still breathing heavily. "Who would've thought wendigos would be so much trouble."
Quinn nods. "Did you take care of all yours?" she questions to both of them.
"Of course we did." Santana scoffs, indignant that she'd even ask.
Brittany wipes the sweat from her brow as she nods. "Putnam County no longer need worry about demonic beings making meals out of its citizens." she breathes, falling back against her seat.
"Now all that's left to worry about is making it back to Lima in time for class." Quinn says, her foot pushing down on the accelerator. Her gaze flickers over her shoulder. "Brittany."
"Got it." The blonde nods, knowing the drill. Brittany picks up the duffel bag off the ground behind Quinn's seat and pulls out their cheerios uniforms. Brittany tosses Santana hers, the Latina already half naked in the passenger seat.
Quinn rolls down her window and the window behind it.
While she loathed the idea of going to school fresh off a monster hunt, all sweaty and gross, a shower would just have to wait.
Usually after pulling all-nighters they'd simply cut class and spend the time cleaning up, or getting in some extra zzz's - or both, but Quinn was starting to get the feeling that some of their teachers resented them for all the free passes they were expected to give the Unholy Trinity simply because they were Sue Sylvester's minions (case in point, her A's were turning into A-'s, sometimes even B+'s).
So Quinn was trying to cut down on skipping classes and to not rely on Coach to get them homework extensions, rescheduled test dates, or late passes.
"Okay. Ready." Pulled from her thoughts, Quinn glances beside her to see Santana fully dressed in her uniform.
Quinn unbuckles her seatbelt as the Latina leans forward, with one hand on the wheel, poised to take over. "Go." she nods.
Quinn silently counts to three before lifting herself up and out through the window. In one swift movement, she slides back in through the back window and plops down next to Brittany.
Shrugging out of her jacket, she proceeds to undress and change into her uniform.
"We're stopping for coffee by the way." Santana announces, now behind the wheel.
"Santana," Quinn sighs. She throws on her cheerios top, exasperated. "We're late enough as it is. We don't have time to make a coffee run."
"Fabray, we haven't slept in over 24 hours." the Latina reminds, in no mood to argue. "Imma need caffeine in my system if we're gonna make it through the rest of this day. You said it yourself we're already late, what's five more minutes?"
Quinn rolls her eyes. "Okay fine." she says huffily, quickly pulling her hair up into a high pony. "But you're buying."
—
When they pull into the student parking lot, it's exactly five minutes after the bell rings.
Quinn glares over at Santana before the three of them run up to the main entrance and then book it to their respective classes.
An hour later, Quinn exits her class and proceeds down the hallway with a pink detention slip tucked behind the clear covering of her folder. When she sees Santana and Brittany coming down the hall toward her, she pulls out the piece of paper and flashes it to them.
They both smile knowingly before pulling out their own pink slips in a similar manner.
"We save a bunch of people we don't even know from flesh eating monsters and this is how the universe repays us?" Santana scoffs once Quinn joins them. "Man we should be getting serious praise, not detention."
The three of them head over to their lockers. "Should we tell Sue?" Brittany wonders. "See if she can get us off the hook?"
Quinn shrugs. "It's only for an hour during lunch." she begins, fiddling with her locker combination. "I mean we hang out together anyways and the teacher who oversees it just sits behind his desk eating his lunch and reading his newspaper. It's not like he gives a damn."
"Ugh. Fine." Santana rolls her eyes. "But we're ordering a pizza. We didn't bring anything to eat and I refuse to touch that crap served in the cafeteria."
Quinn nods, agreeing. "As long as half of it is Canadian bacon and pineapple."
"Seriously you are a bacon addict." Santana laughs shortly. "What'd your mom do when she was pregnant with you? Drink bacon flavored merlot or something?"
Brittany pulls a face and scrunches her nose. "Gross."
"Shut up, Santana." Quinn playfully glares. "Like you're one to talk. I'm sure instead of milk you were given a bottle of hot sauce as an infant. It would explain for your seemingly permanent bitch face."
Chuckling to herself, she expertly ducks out of the way of the Latina's backhanded attack.
"Bitch." Santana laughs.
—
"This is like the gayest non-gay show ever."
Santana shakes her head as she reaches for another slice of pizza, then distractedly passes along the box to her blonde companions whose focus was unwavering from the ipad screen propped up on Brittany's lap.
They're sitting in the back of the classroom "serving" their detention by eating pizza and watching Rizzoli & Isles on the brand new ipad Santana supposedly found while on patrol last night/this morning.
Aside from Stoner Brett who was so out of it that he did nothing but stare at the chalkboard, and the teacher who didn't even try to hide the fact that he was asleep, it was just the three of them - free to do whatever they liked.
"Agreed." Quinn nods, picking up another slice. "Best friends don't stare at each other with lovey dovey eyes like that." After glancing Santana and Brittany's way, she amends, "Or at least the ones that are straight don't."
Santana sets the pizza box down and props her legs back up on the table in front of them. "All I know is that if those two do not get their shit together and hook up soon, Imma go all Lima Heights and start a riot."
"Huh." Quinn tilts her head contemplatively, a small smirk playing across her lips. "That basically sums up my feelings regarding you two all throughout last year. Well except you two were already hooking up and I just wanted you to quit being in denial and so fucking difficult."
"Hey I was never in denial." Brittany points out. "Santana was the confused one."
"I wasn't confused." the Latina snaps defensively, scowling. "I was scared. Being gay isn't exactly something you wanna own up when you live in Lima, where like ninety-eight percent of the population consists of homophobic jackasses. If it wasn't for these cheerios uniforms we'd probably be getting slushie facials on a daily basis."
"You'd never let that happen." Brittany disagrees, leaning forward and giving her girlfriend a reassuring kiss on the cheek.
"And I sure as hell wouldn't." Quinn chimes in, glancing over at the Latina. "The only person who gets to embarrass you is me." she smirks, reaching across Brittany to lightly pinch Santana's cheek.
The Latina makes a face and promptly swats Quinn's hand away. "Okay enough with the sweet and sappy. Let's get back to show." she grumbles, her cheeks quickly flushing with embarrassment.
Brittany rewinds the episode to the scene they'd been watching before they'd gotten distracted.
Engrossed by the dialogue, they don't even pick up on the sound of the classroom door being opened and someone walking in until they hear: "There you are!" A exasperated voice exclaims so loudly and abruptly that it actually startles the Unholy Trinity.
"Good God." Santana grimaces as one Rachel Berry strides down the aisle toward them. "This is just not our day."
Sighing to themselves, they reluctantly take their feet off the table and straighten up. Brittany pauses their show.
"I've been looking for you three everywhere." the short brunette continues; her hands fly to her hips as she demands, "Where have you been? You three were not in this morning's glee meeting." she tells them disapprovingly.
"We were running a little late to school this morning, gidget." Santana glares, because really they shouldn't even have to explain themselves to her. At all. "Hence the detention." she says, gesturing to their surroundings.
"Oh." Rachel nods understandingly, having a good idea as to why they would be late. "I apologize for my brashness." She pulls out a chair and turns it around before taking a seat in front of them.
Both Santana and Quinn silently groan at the gesture. This meant the girl was gonna stay awhile.
"It's just I've been a little on edge." Rachel confesses quietly. "I tried calling you last night, Quinn, but your phone must have been turned off."
"Sorry." she shrugs indifferently, her apology half-hearted at best. "We were out all night on assignment and kinda busy."
Pausing, she levels her gaze to meet the brunette's, figuring there would only be one reason Rachel would have to contact her. "Did you find another body?" she asks cautiously.
The short diva throws her head back. "I wish! I mean that would have been much easier to handle." Rachel explains quickly after noticing their confused stares. "You see Jesse came by my house last night -"
"Jesse?" Santana repeats, brow raised. "You mean that tool of an ex-boyfriend of yours? The one who made an omelet out of you?"
"Precisely the one." Rachel replies stiffly - after all bringing up the egg incident last year was unnecessary. (But of course Santana knew that).
To this day she still has nightmares about all those unborn baby chicks coming to get her.
"Rachel you had better have a good reason for coming to us with your ex-boyfriend drama." Quinn warns, sighing tiredly. "Because, frankly, none of us give a damn about-"
"I'm pretty sure you'd care about what I have to say, Quinn, because I am positive that one Jesse St. James, leader of Vocal Adrenaline, is now a vampire."
"What?" Is their collective response.
"St. James, a vampire?" Santana repeats incredulously. "You're shitting me."
"I can assure you I am not." Rachel retorts, scrunching up her nose distastefully at the Latina's coarse language.
"Well what happened?"
"What did he want?"
"You didn't let him inside your house, did you?"
Rachel folds her arms across her chest and rolls her eyes. "Of course not." she exclaims indignantly, once the Trinity allows her to get a word in edgewise. "I know better than to do such a thing. I'm not a moron."
"So what happened, Rachel?" Quinn asks again, slowly losing what little patience she has.
"Well he began by apologizing for how he treated me in the past and shortly thereafter proclaimed his undying love for me basically. I, of course, refused his advances due to my love for Finn and then…well he tried to bite me. Jesse, that is, not Finn. And needless to say that kind of gave him away."
Santana speaks up first. "Well at least now we have an excuse to kill St. Douchebag…finally." She glances over at her blondes and smirks. "I'd like to see how Vocal Adrenaline does this year without their lead performer."
"This time we'll have regionals in the bag for sure." Quinn agrees.
As the three of them begin high-fiving one another, Rachel jumps up and began waving her hands around, desperately trying to get back their attention.
"Wait! I haven't even gotten to the most alarming part of the story." They reluctantly turn their heads toward her. "After I told Jesse to, for lack of a better expression, fuck off, he lowered his voice and in a very cryptic manner told me, 'It's going to happen, Rachel. Sooner or later. Whether you like it or not. You will become one of us.' Can you believe that?" she exclaims, falling back in her chair.
"I mean sure being eternally young must have its perks but I don't want to become a vampire!" Rachel cries. "I can't. I have a future to think about. I can't be an unaging Broadway starlet!"
"This had to have been done recently." Quinn murmurs, ignoring Berry's wailing and looking over Santana and Brittany. "Jesse was definitely human at regionals last year."
"Yeah we would've sensed if he wasn't." Santana nods.
Rachel looks between them and chimes in. "And I had him in my ballet class over summer and he was fine. Human, I mean." she clarifies, her face flushed.
"Okay so really recent." Quinn amends with a nod.
"Well thanks for the intel, Berry." Santana says, her gaze falling back on Rachel. "You are proving to be surprisingly useful. I'd bake you a cake if you weren't so obnoxious and awful and if I actually liked you. But since you are, and I don't, I won't."
The short diva chooses to ignore Santana and instead focuses her attention on Quinn.
Lucky her.
"So what are you going to do?"
"I don't know, Rachel." Quinn sighs, mildly irritated. She massages her temple because yeah, Berry's been in her presence for way too long and she was starting to develop a migraine.
"Can you just leave already?" Santana snaps, glaring at the hobbit. "Prolonged exposure to you gives us headaches and serious nausea. Like kryptonite."
"Might've just been the pizza." Brittany offers quietly in Rachel's defense.
"Fine." Huffing slightly, Rachel rises from her chair, affronted. "But before I go I should probably tell you the good news, as you probably haven't heard about it since you missed glee this morning. Kurt's father proposed to Finn's mother and they are getting married."
"That's usually what happens after someone proposes." Quinn interjects dryly, rolling her eyes.
"That's great." Brittany beams, honestly enthusiastic about the news.
Rachel nods. "Yes and as the official wedding planner, Kurt has hired the New Directions for the musical entertainment."
Hopefully this wedding will keep Kurt occupied and away from that damn hobbit warbler, Quinn silently thinks.
Beside her, Santana raises her brow. "Are we getting paid?"
"Well, no." Rachel shakes her head. "We're doing this free of charge. So this week we'll be dedicating all our rehearsal time to working on our numbers."
Great. Quinn sighs to herself. Rachel Berry walks into the room and suddenly they've got a show choir rival turned vampire to watch out for and a wedding to prepare for. Not to mention sectionals was just around the corner.
It's not as if they don't have enough on their plate as it is.
—
"It's official!"
Quinn turns her head, away from her cheerios locker mirror, just in time to see Brittany scamper around the corner, giddily shaking around her cell phone.
The blonde, who'd just finished her after-training shower, is still in her towel and dripping wet as she hurries down the aisle toward them. Quinn makes a mental note to remind Brittany to leave her cell phone in her locker while she showers.
At this rate she's surprised the damn thing still even works after all the trips to the shower it's been through.
"What's official?" Santana straightens up from tying her shoes and regards her girlfriend with a confused brow.
"Klaine!" Brittany exclaims happily, doing a little dance. "Kurt and Blaine are now officially together. Kurt just text me the good news."
Quinn smiles faintly as Brittany envelops Santana in a sudden embrace and proceeds to jump around like an energetic puppy. (Thankfully the blonde had a good grip on her towel otherwise that sucker would've fallen awhile ago and flashed a whole lot of boobage. Santana might be okay with it, but Quinn? Not so much. After all there is such a thing as seeing too much of your best friend's, er…assets.)
Turning her attention back to her locker, Quinn proceeds to comb out her wet hair. She knew it was only a matter of time before one of those boys finally plucked up enough courage to finally make a move, but that didn't mean she was looking forward to the day.
As a result she spends the rest of the school day slightly ill at ease.
Sure she wanted Kurt to be happy, but she cared about his safety more. It's why she's been praying for this infatuation of his to burn out before anything serious could happen. Or before someone got hurt.
It's a shame there wasn't a bunch of gay human boys in Lima she could just round up and present to Kurt as alternatives to dating Blaine.
God. That idea had Rachel Berry levels of crazy written all over it.
Now that's just depressing.
—
The second Mr. Schue ends glee rehearsal for the day, Quinn - along with Santana and Brittany - promptly head out of the choir room, as usual needing to book it on over to cheerios practice asap before Coach Sylvester makes them do extra laps.
On the way, they (almost literally) run into Becky Jackson.
"Coach's office now." Is all she says to them before rounding on her heel.
The three of them exchange reluctant glances - each wondering what the hell that woman wants with them now - before grudgingly following in the short nugget cheerio's wake.
"You think this is about that protégée crap again?" Santana wonders quietly.
"I should hope not." Quinn sighs. "I already set my terms and made it clear that I would not change them for any reason whatsoever."
It took a lot of persuading on her part but eventually she got Coach to agree to her plan of approaching Kitty right before summer starts and seeing if the blonde wants the job. She wanted Kitty to have a choice in the matter - she wasn't going to be forced into it like she had been.
Part of her just hopes that Kitty has enough good sense to decline when the time comes.
—
Coach Sylvester is sitting at her desk when the Unholy Trinity walks in, and before they even get to their seats, she's flipping open her laptop and turning it around, setting the screen toward them. "I demand to know the meaning of this."
"Someone post another workout video of you singing an Olivia Newton John song, Coach?" Brittany guesses, taking the seat closest to the window.
Sue just grimaces at the reminder.
Quinn sits in between Brittany and Santana and leans in to see what exactly had Coach so upset. Thankfully it is not another music video.
"And why are we looking at Kurt's Facebook page?" she wonders aloud, recognizing it instantly.
"Do you want us to poke him?" Brittany innocently asks, just as confused.
"Under Relationship Status it says that sweet Porcelain is now in a relationship with one Blaine Anderson." Sue explains, tapping her finger against the screen.
"His name is Blaine Warbler, Coach." Brittany gently corrects.
Santana leans back in her seat, arms folded across her chest. "Kurt's finally got himself a butt buddy, so what?" she shrugs, her brow furrowed.
Sue shakes her head wistfully, leaning back in her chair as well. "It was only a matter of time before those hairspray chemicals seeped into poor Porcelain's skull and started to affect his brain function. I mean have you seen the height of that kid's hair lately? Ridiculous."
"What is the point of this, exactly?" Quinn prompts her coach before the woman goes off on some weird, unrelated tangent.
"Porcelain's beau hails from Dalton Academy, does he not?"
They all nod. "Yes."
"Well Dalton just so happens to be a safe house of sorts for affluent vampires." Sue says casually.
"A school for vampires?" Quinn repeats dubiously, sharing a quick glance with her two best friends.
Santana raises her brow and in a similar manner, says, "You're serious?"
Sue nods. "That school was created by vampires for vampires many many years ago."
"Why have you never told us about this before?" Quinn demands. "And why haven't we done anything about it?"
"Westerville is not your jurisdiction." Coach Sylvester says simply, raising her shoulders briefly.
"And suddenly that's supposed to keep us from doing our job?" Quinn finds that very hard to believe. "You've sent us all over the world doing your bidding."
She has the boxful of fake ids to prove it.
"I still have a warrant out for my arrest in Florida." Santana nods. "Not that I ever plan on going back to that dump. Any state that's home to both Mickey Mouse and alligators is not on my list of vacation destinations."
"Hell you just sent us over to Putnam County to take care of those wendigos." Quinn reminds with a pointed stare.
"Ladies," Coach Sylvester abruptly rises from her chair. "The time to strike that hotbed of parasitic activity is now. I want every single one of those leeches reduced to ash. And then after you're done I want you to collect their remains and throw them in random people's faces. You will receive bonus points for getting the elderly. Also children…and chihuahuas. I hate chihuahuas."
Santana and Quinn just stare at her, unblinking.
Brittany, on the other hand, smiles knowingly. "Aw, you really care about Kurt, don't you Coach?"
After all why else would she suddenly want them to take care of those Dalton boys once and for all if not to ensure his safety?
Sue's eyes narrow dangerously as her upper lip curls in disgust. "How dare you insinuate such a thing, Brittany. For your insolence - fifty laps around the track. Becky will supervise. And that goes for all three of you." she declares, pointing to them individually.
Quinn silently groans and slowly rises from her chair, knowing well enough that Coach Sylvester meant fifty laps now.
"Wait before you go."
The three of them glance back at their coach and find the woman with her arm extended, an envelope in hand. Out of habit, they exchange a quick look before Quinn warily reaches out and takes the envelope.
Santana and Brittany glance over her shoulder as she reads the front inscription. The envelope is addressed to the Unholy Trinity and has a postage stamp with Coach Sylvester's picture on it.
At the same time Quinn opens and pulls out what she quickly realizes is an invitation, Sue informs in a cool manner, "This weekend I am to be married. I don't know why it took me so long to realize who my one true match was."
Quinn raises her brow and nods. "Sue Sylvester invites you to the wedding of Sue Sylvester to…Sue Sylvester." she reads aloud.
Her gaze flickers back to her coach, half expecting the woman to announce that this was just some kind of joke. "You're marrying…yourself?"
But, of course, it's never a joke when it comes to Sue Sylvester.
"Yes. And I am registered at Crate & Barrel…also The Home Depot."
—
"I was right. This place is like a gay Hogwarts."
Santana shakes her head, scrolling past the campus pictures posted on Dalton Academy's website. She skims the following paragraphs touching on the school's history, their traditions, and other boring whatnot that was of no interest to her whatsoever.
"I don't see why we have to even bother with this." she grumbles, leaning back in her chair and pulling up her legs.
Huddled around Quinn's dining room table, the three of them have their laptops open in front of them, with cartons of Chinese takeout and unopened sets of chopsticks scattered about.
The Latina sighs restlessly as she picks up her kung pao chicken and stabs at it with her fork. "I mean all we're gonna do is walk in through the front door and go all Rambo on their pasty asses anyways."
Quinn shakes her head and sighs. Santana never did have the patience for recon work.
"We need to familiarize ourselves with every square inch of this school." she reminds, idly pushing around the last of her orange chicken while she waits for Dalton's floor plans to finish downloading to her computer. It'd taken a bit of hacking but she was finally able to gain access to them. "And not just the grounds, but the people too. Student body, faculty, and the Warblers especially."
"I don't see why." Santana picks up the file folder next to her which contains all the info they've collected so far on the Warblers. "Most of this stuff is probably falsified anyways." she says, flipping through the pages. "They can't exactly put we're actually vampires on their records."
Brittany glances over at Quinn and Santana. "We're not really gonna hurt Blaine and his friends, right?" she clarifies through a mouthful of noodles, sitting across from Santana.
"If we did then sectionals would be ours for sure." Santana brings up suggestively, setting down the folder. "We'd just be up against the Hipsters or Hip-Hoppers, or whatever they're called. They're so old most of them have probably croaked already."
"As long as they cooperate with us." Quinn says, albeit vaguely, in response to Brittany's question. "We need answers from them and if they don't hand them over-"
Brittany cocks her head to the side, her brow furrowed. "Answers for what?" she wonders, sipping her root beer through a straw.
Quinn sighs to herself and reluctantly lifts her gaze from her computer screen. She's pretty sure she went over all this already, but of course Santana and Brittany rarely ever pay attention to her when there's food around and their stomachs' are running on empty. "Remember a while back I had to stake the Haverbrook School for the Deaf glee club?"
Brittany nods. "Yeah cause they were all vampires."
"Because someone turned them." Quinn continues.
Santana snorts. "Your deduction skills are astounding, Quinn." she says sarcastically. "Really they are."
"Shut up, Santana." Quinn glares back at the Latina. "What I'm getting at is they were turned into vampires and now look what's happened. All of sudden the leader of Vocal Adrenaline is a vampire too."
Brittany looks at her questioningly, lips pursed in concentration. "So…you think Vocal Adrenaline's gone vamp too?" she asks, unsure if that was the conclusion Quinn was trying to make.
"It's a possibility." Quinn shrugs. "I mean remember what Rachel said about Jesse? He told her that you will become one of us. To me that sounds like there's more of them."
"So what?" Santana raises her brow skeptically. "Someone's going around turning glee clubs into vampires? Why?"
Again, Quinn raises her shoulders. "Who knows. But this can't all be purely coincidental."
"Maybe the Warblers?" Santana suggests, blindly throwing it out there. "They could be the ones turning glee clubs. No idea why though." she mutters, going back to her food.
"Sectionals is coming up." Brittany brings up with a shrug, plucking the last egg roll from the carton.
Quinn leans back in her chair. "But if they're the only vampire group, why would they want to change that?" she wonders. "I mean them being vampires gives them a possible advantage over humans, at least when it comes to the physicality aspects of the performances."
"Well according to their website, the Warblers haven't won a show choir competition in years." Santana informs. "Maybe this is their way of eliminating the competition. I mean most newbie vamps don't last long in general, but especially around here."
Quinn taps her finger against her lips in thought before straightening back up. She reaches across the table and picks up one of their file folders. "What about Jane Addams Academy?" she thinks out loud, more to herself than to Santana and Brittany.
"Berry mentioned awhile back that they weren't academically eligible to compete this year." Santana responds.
Brittany frowns. "Since when do you have to have good grades in order to sing show tunes?"
Santana shrugs. "Guess you have to be able to read the lyrics to the songs you're performing." she snickers.
Quinn glances her way. "Santana see if you can't access the personal files of all the girls in the Jane Addams glee club."
The Latina rolls her eyes. She puts down her food again and cracks her fingers, scoffing at the ease of the task. "Please. I'm no techie but even I can do that with my eyes closed."
Quinn and Brittany share a silent knowing glance, their lips curving from stifled laughter. Santana could deny it all she wanted but the girl was a total geek at heart.
"Anyways." Quinn clears her throat, trying to suppress the urge to chuckle. "I'm going to look through their local police station's database and see if any unusual reports have been made as of recently. Brittany, check their local newspaper's website for the same." The blonde nods and sets down her drink to get back to work.
"If someone got to the Jane Addams girls like they did Haverbrook they're bound to have at least tried to attack humans. Britt, look out for any articles on reports of assault or harassment, or even mysterious deaths. I'd better check if any missing persons have been reported too." Quinn murmurs as an afterthought, bringing her laptop closer.
Ten minutes of silent reading and keyboard tapping goes by before all is interrupted by series of loud (and enthusiastic) moans that suddenly emerge from Brittany's computer.
Both Santana and Quinn's heads shoot up at the sound, their brows raised. "Brittany what are you looking at?" the former demands, staring expectantly at her girlfriend.
"I typed Ohio school girls assault into the search engine and it led me to porn." Brittany explains with a simple shrug. She turns her laptop around and both Quinn and Santana sharply turn away, hands extended to cover their view of the naked figures going at it like dogs.
"Good God, Britt." Quinn scowls, disgusted, and begins waving her hand in the air willing it away. "Get out of there."
Santana stares at her girlfriend, incredulous. "How is it you always find porn?"
Brittany raises her shoulders again, innocently shrugging. "Beats me."
Quinn just shakes her head and allows her gaze to fall back to her computer screen. She tries to focus on reading the text in front of her but she's still a little scarred by the revolting visuals forced upon her just now.
"Okay. I got something." Santana announces, holding up a hand to direct their attention. "Definite red flag here. According to their files, every single member of the Jane Addams glee club has been released, but I've been looking into all the surrounding schools in their area to see where they transferred to and none of their systems have any of these girls accounted for."
"Maybe the information just hasn't been inputted yet." Brittany reasons.
Santana frowns doubtfully at her screen. "But these girls were released weeks ago. Their new schools should have all their information already."
"So these girls are unaccounted for, at least school wise." Quinn surmises. "If they were missing I'm sure their families would have called the cops, but from what I see here no one has filed any missing persons reports…No suspicious activity reported either, no attacks or anything. Not a single body found."
"They could've dropped out of school entirely, it's not unheard of for juvenile delinquents." Santana points out.
"Maybe they needed money and decided to take jobs instead." Brittany shrugs.
"Maybe." Quinn concedes. "But this is too suspicious not to investigate further. If this was a handful of random girls with no obvious connection aside from attending Jane Addams, I'd be more inclined to let it slide but all these girls are in glee club…"
"And God only knows how many times the supernatural's targeted glee clubs," Santana finishes knowingly, "Or at least ours." She rolls her eyes briefly at that fact.
Quinn nods in agreement. She can't count how many times they've had to save their ragtag group of misfits from some kind of an evil presence or other (and no she's not including all the times they've had to keep Coach Sylvester from disbanding their club).
"Right. So what's the game plan?" Brittany looks over at Quinn expectantly.
"We have all the addresses of the Jane Addams girls." Quinn says tiredly, half yawning. It was pretty late already. "We'll head over to their school district and check things out for ourselves, take it from there." She rubs her eyes with the heel of her hand. Staring at computers screens for extended periods of times always made her uber drowsy. "But we have to deal with the Warblers first, we still have some preparing to do so we take care of that now and then start on patrol."
Santana grimaces at the thought of another long night ahead of them. "Imma need caffeine." she sighs, slowly rising up out of her chair.
"And sugar." Brittany stands up as well and follows her girlfriend into the kitchen. "Lots and lots of sugar." she murmurs.
Sighing to herself, Quinn props her elbow up and rests her chin in her palm. With her free hand she clicks on one of the many tabs she had open at the top of her computer screen.
A picture of the Jane Addams Academy glee girls featured in a their town's local newspaper article from around the time of last year's sectionals pops up.
Quinn shakes her head at the smiling faces looking back at her. "You girls better not be vampires." she mutters, closing her laptop without a second glance.
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"You know, for a place comprised solely of dudes there's a shocking lack of testosterone in the air." Santana comments, glancing around. She inhales deeply again before shaking her head in a confirming way. "Yep. Zero testosterona."
A small smile plays across Quinn's lips at the Latina's remark, but she makes sure it doesn't stay there too long. She has to remain focused - they were after all here on business.
Keeping up her confident stride, the three of them continue down one of Dalton Academy's many empty corridors, heading toward the common room that served as the Warbler's rehearsal space. As per usual Santana and Brittany were on either side of her, flanking her.
"I'm hungry." Brittany announces from out of nowhere, like she often does. "How long do you think this will take?" she asks. "Cause I could really go for Mexican right about now."
"Well if that's the case..." Santana whirls around in front of Quinn, making the blonde stop short and glare as the Latina sidles up next to her girlfriend. She throws her arm around Brittany's shoulders and smirks. "One tamale at your beck and call, hot and ready to be unwrapped."
Quinn barely manages to suppress the chuckle that escapes her just then. Santana could be so ridiculously corny sometimes. It was both endearing and laughable.
She's gotta remember to add this to her list…for blackmailing purposes later.
Once they reach their destination, Quinn stops in front of the imposing double doors. She wrinkles her nose slightly when the oh-so familiar pungent odor associated with walking corpses hits her full force, then rolls her eyes at the sound of them rehearsing Katy Perry's Hot n' Cold.
Seriously, what is it with them and Katy Perry?
Shaking her head to herself, Quinn pulls open the wooden double doors with ease. The motion echoes down the length of the corridor and successfully interrupts their horrendous little sing along, with every warbler's head quickly turning in their direction.
She had kind of hoped the mere sight of three girls in their midst would cause their heads to implode (it would certainly simplify things) but alas there was no such luck.
Oh well.
"Sup garglers." Santana greets first, sauntering toward the middle of the room. "We are the Unholy Trinity, members of the New Directions aka reigning sectionals champs."
"You mean last place losers at regionals." an indistinct warbler corrects, prompting a few to start snickering.
"Big talk for someone who didn't even make it to regionals." Santana counters, glaring over in their general direction.
That quickly shut them up.
"Excuse me but how did you even get in here?" Another, seemingly more mature, warbler asks. Quinn remembers his picture from his file. David. "This is a closed campus."
"We overrode your security system before we got here." Santana says easily, crossing her arms and shrugging. "Wasn't difficult." she scoffs. "A toddler could do it."
"You might wanna think about an upgrade or something." Brittany nods.
"Are these the girls you were telling us about Blaine?" One of the more heftier warblers, Trent, wonders, turning to his friend standing beside him.
Blaine just nods, interrupted by another voice before he could properly speak. "The more pressing question is how we didn't sense you coming." If Quinn was not mistaken, this particular warbler's name was Wesley. Wes for short. "We should have picked up on your scents the second you stepped on the property."
"If we do not want our presence to be known then it will not be known." Quinn answers simply, taking another step forward.
She glances around the room filled with blue and red blazers disinterestedly. "Now we are on a very tight schedule so let's cut right to the chase." Her gaze settles on the three, who according to Santana's research, were apart of the warbler's council. "Something is happening to the local glee clubs-"
"And we know you preppies have something to do with it." Santana interjects, cutting the blonde off entirely. Quinn glares back at her, silently telling her to shut up. The Latina, of course, just glares right back.
"So you've heard."
Quinn turns around in time to see another one of the warblers stride forward. She could practically smell the arrogance. "Sebastian Smythe." he introduces, flashing a gleaming smile.
A snake if she ever saw one.
"We know who you are." she responds coolly, resisting the instinctive urge to rip that disgusting smirk off his weird meerkat face.
Sebastian raises his brow, then chuckles quietly to himself as he places a hand over his chest. "You're beautiful and I am deeply flattered, but I'm sorry to say I don't play for your team, sweetheart." he says delicately, while at the same time being so incredibly cocky.
She could feel her eyebrow quirk. Was this guy serious?
"Yeah well doesn't play for your team either, Andrew McCarthy." Santana interrupts snidely.
Quinn rounds on the Latina, incredulous. "Santana, I'm not gay." she hisses.
"Ladies," Wes clears his throat uncomfortably, bringing back their attention. "We are well aware of the situation at hand. You're right. Someone is targeting glee clubs and turning them into vampires. From what we've heard Vocal Adrenaline is the latest case."
"You happen to hear anything about Jane Addams Academy?" Quinn asks curiously, her arms folded across her chest.
"We assumed you took care of them just as you did those unfortunate Haverbrook kids." Sebastian answers.
Her gaze cuts to him. "No, we didn't. As of right now they are unaccounted for." Quinn shakes her head, silently wondering how they knew about Haverbrook. Were they keeping tabs on her and the girls?
Sebastian glances around the room and sighs. "Well assuming the Jane Addams girls are down for the count, which they probably are, that leaves the New Directions as the only human glee club left." he points out, unperturbed by that fact.
Quinn's eyes narrow at the sparkling glint in his snake-like eyes. She didn't trust this guy the second she saw his picture on file and now every time he opened his mouth, she knew she was right to feel so.
"Make no mistake that it will stay that way. Whatever is attacking glee clubs will not get to the New Directions." She stares at him hard, her gaze unyielding. "Understand?"
Sebastian takes another step closer so that he was clearly looking down at her. "You know your tone is giving off the impression that you believe we have something to do with all this." he says, his tone falsely cordial.
"Well you aren't exactly innocent now are you?" she retorts, unaffected by his attempt at intimidation. "You're vampires."
Sebastian chuckles. "We don't kill." he informs, shaking his head slightly.
"Maybe not all of you." she concedes, looking around at the admittedly less threatening warblers. Her gaze quickly reverts to its previous position. "But I'd bet anything you do, Sebastian."
He raises a brow at her, amused. But his voice gets dangerously low as he responds with, "You really think it wise little girl to walk in here and go around making assumptions that could land you in a whole lot of trouble?"
Quinn nearly scoffs. This guy really had no idea who he was dealing with.
"And do you really think it wise to patronize a woman perfectly capable of wiping out this entire institution and burning it to the ground?" she counters in the same tone, her head cocked to the side.
Sebastian just smirks. "You're feisty." he nods appreciatively. "I like it."
"You're vile."
"Okay, this is fucking disgusting." Santana intervenes, yanking Quinn back a step and moving in between her and Sebastian. "Listen here little bitchlet, twink or not, you best get your shady ass self out of my home girl's bubble afores Auntie Snix comes out to play and ends all you clowns."
"You really think we're scared of a bunch of cheerleaders?" Yet another warbler speaks up, breaking from the pack. He shares a glance with his teammates and scoffs. Turning back to the girls, he smiles smugly. "Honey if you're unable to do the math, let me spell it out for you: we outnumber you."
"Hunter." Blaine warns quietly, shooting the other boy an admonishing glare.
"You honestly think we can't take all you dweebs?" Santana scoffs in return, shoving past Sebastian without thought. "I'll have you know we put the hot in psychotic."
"That much is clear." The once called Hunter Clarington smirks, eyeing her up and down predatorily.
"Okay, ew." Santana's face contorts in a grimace as she rears back, revolted. "Back off creeper."
"Honestly Hunter." Sebastian sighs, shaking his head at his fellow teammate. "You can do much better than Sha-Queer-A over here."
Santana's eyebrows shoot up at the warbler's remark. "What'd you call me, Nick at Night?" she demands, already lunging forward.
Thankfully though Brittany grabs a hold of her before she can lay a smackdown on anyone. "Santana, don't. Remember? Be nice."
"Yeah, listen to your friend, Santana." Sebastian taunts, snickering along with a few of the guys. "Be nice."
Hunter's smirking gaze falls on Brittany. "And what's your name, cutie?" he inquires, his brow quirked with interest. "You ever been with a vampire before?"
While Quinn silently shakes her head at this guy's brazenness, his actions weren't all that surprising.
After all seeing as how these vampire schoolboys only ever hung out with each other (or so she assumes), they were bound to try and go after the first females that came their way. Hunter just happened to be the only one bold enough (stupid) to approach them.
It was like something out of Animal Planet really.
She could practically hear the British narrator (those shows always have people with accents) begin in a hushed tone, "And now we wait for the blonde specimen known as the 'Britt-britt' to either reject or reciprocate the warbler's advances."
"I'm not a necrophiliac, so no." Brittany responds, frowning deeply. "Besides I have a girlfriend." she says, perking up as she gestures over to Santana.
"Ah, it seems the Britt-britt already has a chosen mate. The almighty Snix, a temperamental breed characterized by its overall hostility and especially violent outbursts against rivals."
"Even better." Hunter grins, turning and fist bumping with one of his friends.
Quinn rolls her eyes. Typical male.
"This particular Snix seems to be incredibly possessive of its Britt-britt. Note the protective stance, the darkening of the irises, the foaming of the mouth…"
"Sorry but we're in a magnanimous relationship now." Brittany informs, tightening her grip on the Latina ready to rip the warbler's throat out with her bare teeth. "We only hook up with each other."
"Shame." Hands in pockets, Hunter's gaze slides over Quinn's way and after giving her the once over, asks, "What about you?"
"Not to be discouraged by the rejection of the Britt-britt, the confident warbler decides to try his luck with Fabray lioness."
So she likes lions, okay?
Anyways.
"Don't even bother with that one." Sebastian advises Hunter, mildly shaking his head. "From what Blaine says she's some werewolf's bitch."
"Oh hell no!" Santana exclaims, outraged.
Quinn raises her perfectly ached brow and looks over at the Blaine warbler whose eyes had bugged out at Sebastian's comment.
"I did not call that, Quinn. I promise you." he swears, nevertheless ducking behind his taller friends, Nick and Jeff. Clearly he had not gotten over what she'd done to him on Halloween. "I merely said you were dating a werewolf."
Quinn can't help but let her smirk peek through just a little. She had hoped something like this would happen.
Hunter shakes his head and scoffs. "Werewolves. Revolting creatures." he sneers haughtily, smoothing down the front of his blazer. He reexamines Quinn with a critical eye. "Now that you mention it she does reek of wet dog. What a shame."
"Wow." Brittany's brow furrows. "You are so not nice."
"Yeah fuck off you douche nozzle." Santana snaps, struggling against her girlfriend's surprisingly strong hold.
"Not that it's that much of a loss." Hunter continues, ignoring the silent pleading he's getting from Blaine to shut up.
Quinn just sighs to herself, a small smile playing across her lips, as she casually walks over to the coffee table dividing the two sofas. Keep running your mouth, Hunter. Just keep running your mouth.
"I mean can handle a girl that's a little stuck-up but this one," Kneeling down, she slips a hand under the coffee table and with a small tug, pulls free the item she'd stored there earlier. "Clearly has a ten foot pole shoved up her-"
Now could she easily brushed off Hunter's comments (he isn't the first douche bag she's had the misfortune of encountering, hell he isn't even the first vampiric one) and been the bigger person, taken the high road and whatnot, but in cases like these that's just not her style.
But what is her style is putting her beloved katana to good use when the opportunity arises.
Which is exactly what she does. Shoving her blade through the underside of his jaw, she promptly shuts Hunter up before he can even finish his hackneyed insult.
Her head cocked to the side, she poses the question, "Now who has what shoved up their where?"
Hunter merely splutters up blood, the blade coming out through his mouth.
Sure she hadn't intended on getting violent (the weapons were meant as a precaution) but hey, you put a hunter in a room full of vampires, someone was bound to, as Santana would put it, get shanked.
Easily retracting the blade, Quinn strikes Hunter once more, then waits for his now headless corpse to drop at her feet. When it does she calmly turns on her heel. She walks over to the taken aback Sebastian and nonchalantly picks up his tie and uses it to wipe her blade clean.
"I'd advise against any further insults, boys." she says evenly to them all, tucking Sebastian's tie back into his blazer once she's done with it. She flashes him a sweet smile before patting his chest and moving away to address the group as a whole.
The warblers' expressions ranged from a multitude of emotions, most of them varying levels of silent fury and/or horror.
Quinn shifts to her blade to rest casually on her shoulder as she silently counts down.
Four….three…two…one….
Like clockwork, the warblers rebound from their initial shock and ascend into a complete uproar.
Quinn rolls her eyes and sighs. "And they say girls are overdramatic." Shaking her head, she looks over at Santana and nods.
The Latina goes over to the floor-length vase by the door and reaches down inside, pulling out her sai swords. Noticing the stares from the warblers, Santana rolls her eyes and scoffs at them. "Oh don't act so surprised. You honestly thought we'd come here unprepared?"
Trent stutters, eyes wide with fear. "But how did you even…?"
"We're the best at what we do." The Latina rolls her eyes again. "Obviously."
Brittany nods brightly. "We're also part ninja." she informs, picking out her own weapon from underneath the sofa cushions. "We can get in anywhere undetected."
Santana twirls her swords around her fingers, nodding sagely. "And like we said before your security system sucks."
"You're not gonna get away with this." Quinn turns around at the sound of Sebastian's voice. She'd obviously ruffled up his feathers nice and good. "And I mean that literally." he chuckles darkly. "You are not gonna get away with this."
Despite his confident words, Quinn could see the fear lurking behind his defiant eyes.
"Sounds like a challenge." she smirks, sharing a knowing glance with Santana and Brittany.
Santana grins wickedly. "Show us what you got then." she goads, adopting a defensive - and slightly bouncy - stance.
That just about does it for most of the prep school birdies. Blood quickly rushing into the veins surrounding their darkening eyes, they crouch down and curl their lips back, baring their fangs.
"Guys, guys." Blaine suddenly jumps up on the coffee table and holds out his hands, pleading to both parties. "Everyone just calm down. We are not each other's enemy."
"Really? Cause we're hunters and you're vampires." Santana retorts, sizing up the warblers closest to her. "Pretty sure that spells enemy."
"How can you even say that, Blaine?" Thad growls, pushing forward. His hand indicating to the girls, he exclaims, "They killed Hunter!"
When the warblers begin yelling and talking over each other, voicing their own opinions and arguing amongst themselves, Wes goes over to the council's table and slams down his gavel, shouting for order.
Quinn exchanges a questioning look with Santana and Brittany as the warblers bow their heads in submission at the hammering sound.
Seriously? A gavel?
"Blaine's right." Wes announces. "Fighting is not the answer." He exhales deeply, clearly as steamed as the others, but trying to remain in control for the sake of the group.
"If we've got differences to be settled, then we'll do it the right way. The warbler way." His dark gaze cuts to the Unholy Trinity briefly before he turns and nods to his teammates.
Next thing the trio knows, the boys are retracting their fangs and singing a capella the opening chords of what sounds like Michael Jackson's Beat It.
The three of them just stand there, holding their weapons loosely at their sides.
Quinn can only blink her surprise/confusion as the scene unfolds before her very eyes.
Unsurprisingly it's Santana who recovers from her momentary stupor first.
"What. The. Hell?"
Her voice cuts through the music like a needle scratching a record. As a result, absolute silence descends on the common room.
"What the hell do you think this is?" she demands, outraged. "West Side Story?" Santana shakes her head furiously, waving her sai's around haphazardly. "We're not gonna duel it out in song. Fuck that shit. We're gonna kick your ass Lima Heights style!"
"Take it easy, Santana." Quinn sighs, grabbing onto the Latina's wrist and holding her back.
Her good sense is slowly coming back to her and though she would like nothing more to slice and dice these schoolboys, she knows better than to act impetuously (or at least most of the time she does…).
True she doesn't believe the Warblers when they say they have nothing to do with the suddenly undead glee clubs popping up all over the place (and she's definitely going to keep her eye out on them) but she has a gut feeling that they could still prove to be of use to them.
And she knows better than to go against a gut instinct.
But really, in all honesty, she just wants the satisfaction of wiping up the floor with them at sectionals before reducing them to ash.
"We didn't come here to fight." she continues firmly, unafflicted by the incredulous look Santana's giving her. "We're leaving."
The Latina, knowing she wasn't gonna be able to fight her on this one, exhales huffily and promptly yanks her arm out the blonde's grasp.
"What a bust." she grumbles, comically resisting the urge to stamp her foot like a pouting little girl in front of the enemy. Santana starts to turn away, but stops and glances back at Quinn expectantly. "You do realize Sue is gonna be pissed, right?"
Quinn knows just by her glare alone that the ride home was gonna be hell. "She'll live." she shrugs.
Santana scoffs, her eyes wide. "Yeah but we won't."
"Uh, excuse me, Quinn?"
Quinn whips around to find Blaine standing right in front of her, smiling nervously up at her.
"I should probably warn you that just by standing in my bubble you risk being punched in the face again." she tells him, point-blank.
"Duly noted." Blaine takes two large steps back.
Santana heaves a sigh upon noticing the perspiration that had collected at his temple. "Relax, boy hobbit. We're not gonna hurt you or your backstreet boys. You can thank Quinn for that." she says, glancing pointedly at the blonde.
Blaine nods. "That's why I'm here. Well, actually, I'm here to thank all three of you." he amends, smoothing down his blazer uneasily. "I don't know if you've heard about Kurt and I-"
"Oh we heard." Quinn interjects dryly.
"If you came looking for some congratulations, sorry but you're looking at the wrong girls." Santana hisses in pain when Brittany sharply nudges her in the ribs.
"Speak for yourself, San." the blonde frowns. She turns to Blaine with a beaming smile, "I, for one, couldn't be happier for you two."
Blaine smiles appreciatively. "Thanks, Brittany."
He turns to regard them all. "Like I was saying, you three saved me the trouble of breaking the news of my, well you know to Kurt myself." he smiles sheepishly. "And if anything you made it possibly for us to truly be together, no secrets between us. So again, thank you. And here," He hands over a piece of paper to Quinn. "It's my number. I know you don't trust me, or the Warblers, but we don't like what's going on with the glee clubs anymore than you do. So if we can help you with anything, anything at all, please do not hesitate-"
"Okay, we got. Jeez." Santana snaps impatiently, rolling her eyes as she reaches forward and snatches the paper before it passes hands. "You really are like a male Rachel Berry." she grimaces.
"We appreciate the gesture." Quinn nods, her voice clipped. She steps forward and leans down to level her piercing gaze to his. "But just know that if you hurt Kurt at all, touch him in any way he doesn't consent to, you will wake up on fire."
Straightening up, she smoothes down her uniform before turning to the others silently watching them, and adding, "And that goes for all of you."
One of the warblers scoffs. None to Quinn's surprise, it comes from Sebastian. "Intimidation is a man's game, sweetheart." he says, regarding them with a condescending smile. "But cute attempt."
Her lips pursed, Quinn smiles humorlessly before turning her head. "Brittany."
Nodding, the blonde steps forward and skips over to bird cage by one of the windows.
A collective intake of breath unwittingly escapes all the boys in the room.
"Hello Pavarotti." Brittany coos, leaning down and easily coaxing the little yellow warbler out of its cage. "Such a handsome bird."
Flummoxed warblers watch helplessly as the small bird flutters to Brittany's shoulder like she was some kind of a Disney princess. "How did she…?"
"Stealing a rival's mascot before competition is a time honored tradition, boys." Quinn smirks, then turning on her heel.
"It's also a very effective way of psyching out the competition." Brittany nods, picking up Pavarotti's cage. "But don't worry we'll take good care of him." she assures, glancing back at the boys as she follows Quinn's lead. "I mean I have a cat but he's a practicing vegetarian now so it's all good."
Santana waits on Brittany before turning to leave too. On her way out, she clocks the unsuspecting Sebastian in the face with her fist, resulting in a satisfying crack.
The warbler hits the floor instantly, rendered unconscious.
"See you dweebs at sectionals!" The Latina calls out over her shoulder, her ponytail swinging behind her.
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"Guys like that are the reason I switched teams." Santana sighs, plopping herself down in Quinn's passenger seat and bringing the door closed along with her.
Turning to the blonde, she grins. "That was hilarious when you beheaded that Clarington douche by the way." she nods, giving her girl props. "If those fools were still technically alive I'm sure they would've defecated themselves right then and there." She cackles.
Brittany scoots forward and rests her elbows on the backs of the seats, mindful of Pavarotti still dancing along her shoulders. "You shouldn't have done it, Quinn." she says seriously.
After all she cared very much about Kurt and Blaine and their warbler friends, even if they were vampires. Though now that she thinks about it, Hunter Clarington didn't seem like the kind of guy either of her dolphins would want to be friends with…so maybe his death wasn't that much of a loss.
"Yeah, I know Britt." Quinn sighs, her mind already running rampant with all the possible repercussions. She just hopes that after the day's events, those Dalton boys know better than to try any form of retaliation against them.
"Oh come on, Britt." Santana throws her head back before glancing over her shoulder at her girlfriend. "He was so asking for it. You heard how he was talking about Quinn, about all us! Those warblers are just lucky she didn't start playing hackey-sack with his head." She steals a knowing sidelong glance at Quinn and chuckles.
Quinn shakes her head and playfully groans. "I did that one time with a kill!" she exclaims, hoping her embarrassment doesn't show through too much. "One time!"
Once their laughter subsides, Brittany wonders, "So what about Sue?"
"Don't worry." Quinn assures, holding up a hand. "I'll handle her myself."
She always did have a knack for making that absurd woman see reason.
"She is gonna beat us until we're black n' blue." Santana mutters knowingly, not looking forward to training tomorrow at all.
"I highly doubt she'll want us all bruised and beaten for her wedding this weekend." Quinn disagrees, her smirking gaze sliding to meet the Latina.
Santana grins at the reminder. "I'd nearly forgotten about that crazy old bat's plan to marry herself." She leans back against her seat, partially relieved. "Wait." Her brow furrows as she remembers, "We still have to get her a wedding present, don't we?"
"Unfortunately." Quinn nods, sighing. "As well as Burt and Carole."
Groaning, Santana lightly smacks her head back against the headrest. "But I hate shopping." she whines.
Quinn glances down at the clock on the dashboard. "Well since we have the time, we can either drive down to the mall and browse for wedding gifts or drive to Hancock county and start looking into those missing Jane Addams girls."
The three of them exchange a look with each other before simultaneously agreeing, "The mall, definitely."
"But first we gotta eat!" Brittany exclaims, already like beyond starving by this point.
Quinn and Santana both chuckle. "Anything particular in mind, Britt?" Santana questions, smiling over at the blonde.
Brittany nods, beaming. "In the words of one Holly Holliday, my newfound hero, 'Let's go get some tacos!'"
AN: As always, thanks for reading and reviews are appreciated. Next chapter will have the wedding, and probably the next chapter after that will be another Santana POV. Or so I have planned.
Oh and I know in the show, Jesse's two years older than the New Directions (or at least Finn, Rachel, Quinn…etc.) but here I'm making him only one year older than them just because I need him to still be in high school for this. Just to clarify.