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"No. You threatened my daughter Miguel. You threatened to have her turned. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't inflict a terrible amount of pain on you right now?" Shelby snapped at him. He was coming to her asking her to reattach his finger, because he had lost the support of the witches.
Miguel frowned, "I wasn't going to turn her against her will it's against our laws." Though he wasn't so sure he was being truthful. All he remembered was that he would have done anything to bring his daughter back and he had been so close. Rachel would have just been a causality. "I was using her against the vampires—she's been with their leader—Quinn."
Shelby stopped for a moment, "What do you mean she's been with Quinn." Miguel didn't say anything instead holding up the finger that he had lost. Shelby muttered a few spell words and waved her hand watching as the digit reattached itself to his hand.
"I mean that the vampires scent is all over her and they've probably been intimate," Miguel snarled making a disgusted face.
Shelby paused for a moment she had ignored what Brittany had said about their being an attraction to Quinn but she didn't think that Rachel was that foolish. "That doesn't give you the right—"
"It made them back down, you saw it just as well as I did. They backed down. I would have gotten my daughter back, Rachel would have been safe with you and that boy would still be alive. We could have found out what it was that killed one of their members and used it against them." Miguel snapped. "Do you think that I would have done what I had done if I wasn't worried about my own daughter falling into the exact same trap? It's disgusting and she's an abomination they all are."
Shelby frowned, speaking of Santana, there was something else that was bothering her. "How was your daughter able to do what she did without one of my rings? I saw her and I know for a fact that she wasn't wearing anything magical and vampires don't have magic."
"She formed a pack bond with them, at least that's what her mother tells me. I'm aware at how impossible that is, but it's the only explanation. She and that Puck boy seemed to have bonded with the vampires, I didn't think it was possible."
"It isn't. Vampires and werewolves are mortal enemies. It's like trying to form a pack bond with a cat, it's simply not possible to do something like that. Vampires don't have magic to create that sort of bond—unless your daughter mated with one of them—"
Miguel let out a low growl, his daughter wasn't a traitor. "She hasn't this is probably her attempt to get back at me. But mated wolves smell differently, she hasn't mated with anyone. If she's found a way to access a vampires powers—then we need to look into it." Miguel was quiet for a moment, if Santana had formed a pack bond with the vampires then he would need to know how she did it, and he knew that she wouldn't simply tell him. "We need to get our hands on Noah Puckerman, he was friends with Finn—perhaps if we use that he may reveal what we want to know."
"And if he doesn't?" Shelby prompted.
Miguel shrugged, "He's an enemy of the pack. I'm sure there are many of my wolves who would like to get their hands on him. We can make him talk. He needed to hold Santana's hand for everything, it shouldn't take that long to break him. At the very least it'll send a message to anyone else who has ideas of leaving the pack."
Shelby studied him for a moment before shrugging, she couldn't care less who this boy was and if he had answers the so be it. A werewolf and a vampire forming a pack bond—it was unheard of.
It was becoming evident that no one was hiring. She had put in her application everywhere and had waited patiently and not so patiently for someone to call her back. She couldn't even get a job at Breadstix, and they were always hiring. It probably didn't help that she was Santana fucking Lopez and she had made a bit of a name for herself. She'd looked online and in newspapers, drove around town looking for shops that had a help-wanted sign in the front. It didn't help that she wasn't part of the Lima pack.
Santana groaned as she crumpled up the newspaper that she had swiped and threw it hard against the door, surprised when Quinn dodged it at the last second as she entered her room, not bothering to knock. "Knock much twilight?"
Quinn raised her brow, but instead picked up Santana's coat and threw it at her. "Get up we're going to the mall."
Santana caught her jacket and snorted, "Like hell we are, Chuck just gave me a pass and told me she was taking Rachel with her and Puck. I'm busy. Looking for a job remember. I can't just drop everything I'm doing just because you ask me to. I need to be able to take your sister nice places and she can't pay for everything."
Quinn stared at Santana, "You're actually serious about dating my sister?" Santana gave her a dry look and Quinn pinched the bridge of her nose. She wasn't quite sure who to feel sorry for the most, Santana or Charlotte. Nothing had happened between the two of them and she had assumed it was one giant joke to make her uncomfortable. "My sister has kidnapped Rachel, we're going to rescue her."
"Kidnap implies that she took Rachel against her will, Rachel wants to spend time with Chuck," Santana points out. "Maybe she'll actually listen to your twin about what to wear and what not to wear. She hasn't updated her look since middle school."
"I like what Rachel wears," Quinn said crossing her arms. She liked taking it off Rachel's body even more, but those were details that she really didn't have time to get into.
Santana paused for a second, "Rachel's my friend and I can tell you that I've been trying to get her to update her look for years, if your sister can do it a few hours. I say I approve of this relationship. You just don't want Chuck to tell Rachel your embarrassing stories."
"One would think that you'd be worried about the same thing," Quinn points out and Santana blinks. "Charlotte has Puck and Rachel, you don't think they know some of your stories that I'm sure that Charlotte will love hearing."
Santana paused for a moment before grabbing her coat. Rachel had way too much dirt on her and the last thing she wanted was for Charlotte to have anything to turn the tables on her with. "You're driving." Quinn shot her a pleased look and turned to leave her room. "You do have a plan don't you?"
Quinn shot Santana a look, of course she had a plan. Walk up to Rachel and save her by dragging her away from Charlotte before her twin could embarrass her. If Charlotte had told even one story she was going to make sure that Sam cut her off. "So you take Puck and Charlotte and I'll take Rachel."
"That's not a plan, look we'll stop by the art supply store pick up something that you needed, and I'll say that I needed to pick up some more job applications and we'll casually run into them, and then you'll invite Rachel to go somewhere with you and I'll help Chuck with some shopping that we probably should have done a while ago."
"What about Puck?" Quinn asked going along with Santana's plan.
Santana was quiet for a moment, "Where's Sam?" she said with a smirk.
Charlotte held up two black dresses and looked at Rachel, "I think you should get both of them. This one—" Charlotte held up one dress higher, "Is to wear to a formal function I'm sure you'll look absolutely lovely in it. And this one—" Charlotte held up another dress that was far shorter and strapless.
"Quinn won't be able to keep her hands off you, I know I wouldn't," Puck said causing both women to turn to him, he shot them a confident smile.
Charlotte turned back to Rachel with a roll of her eyes. "Don't be crude Puck. As I was saying this is a dress that I'm sure my sister would certainly appreciate. She won't be able to take her eyes off you—she can't right now. But this is a dress which will look fantastic on you and even better on the floor at the end of the night."
Rachel flushed a bit and looked at the dress that Charlotte was holding up, not quite sure if she could pull it off. She didn't trust Noah's opinion on anything but Charlotte was Quinn's twin and she had been quite helpful, though she had put her foot down when it came to having animals on her sweaters. Truthfully she was running out of them, Quinn had torn through several of them already and she did need more clothes. She glanced at the price tag and winced, "I can't afford both of them," she admits looking at Charlotte, who raises a brow at her. "I don't have anywhere to wear it to. And I can't spend that much on a dress that I will only wear once."
"Why would you only wear this dress—oh." Charlotte looked at the dress and then at Rachel for a moment, "I'll buy it for you as a gift, and you tell my sister that she needs to stop tearing your clothes. If she doesn't I suggest you invest in a squirt bottle. I have." Charlotte says simply and Rachel looks at her confused. "Santana has this strange fascination with my shoes, and I don't need her using them as a chew toy. We're beautiful women right Puck?"
"I'd certainly like to—"
"In other words we deserve to have nice things like clothes and shoes. So if my sister insists on acting like a barbarian then you simply must invest in a squirt bottle.I have to hold onto some hope that one day Quinn can become civilized and appreciate my advice instead of simply rolling her eyes. What I wouldn't give to be able to walk to her closet and simply borrow some clothes from her. It's what sister's are supposed to do."
Rachel bit her lip to keep from laughing before she studied the dress once more. "I still don't have a place to wear it, it would go to waste. There aren't many places I can wear a dress like that out."
"Rachel, every girl needs a dress like this, it says so in all the magazines. It's a gift, to cement our new friendship," Charlotte said with a smile and Rachel who still looked hesitant. "Rachel I buy my friends gifts, and I know you're going to look amazing in this dress."
Rachel looked at the dress again and then back at Charlotte, she really had no idea why Santana complained as much as she did. Charlotte seemed quite generous and very kind and she put up with Puck's antics with a smile on her face, "Alright—if you think Quinn would like it," she finishes and Charlotte smiles. "Do you do this a lot?" Charlotte looks at her. "Go out with Quinn's—other girlfriends? Like take them shopping—I mean I know I'm not her girlfriend or anything." Charlotte stares at her and Rachel shifts uncomfortably. "I suppose I should ask—does she have any jealous ex's that I should be worried about." It had been something that was plaguing her, ever since Sebastian had died.
Charlotte tried to hold back her laughter, but she failed and it started off as a giggle before turning into outright laughter. Rachel and Puck stared at her as she desperately tried to compose herself, she finally managed to straighten her face and looked at Rachel. "I'm sorry but have you met my sister? Quinn isn't a people person. I've never bothered with any of Quinn's lovers before because they simply don't last that long. Quinn never wants to spend any time with them." Her twin certainly didn't spend her time obsessing over getting a portrait right for all the other people she had slept with.
Rachel frowned for a moment, "Really? But your sister is so—I mean you're both—" Charlotte raised an eyebrow at her and she had a playful smile on her face. "I find it hard to imagine that no one was interested in fostering a relationship with your sister that extended past the bedroom."
Charlotte shrugged and smiled at Rachel, "I'm sure there were those who wished for my sister's heart but Quinn simply never gave it to them. Some of the time it's because Quinn is rather blind when it comes to that emotion and she simply doesn't notice. Most of the time it's because Quinn has no interest in dating someone. She is not a people person. Of course back then there were all these rules for courting someone and Quinn had little patience for it. That doesn't excuse her lack of a dating life now, but my twin is—prickly."
"She's not that bad, she was really nice to me on the first day we met. She defended me against Karofsky and she joined glee club. Not to mention the countless times she's rescued me—" Charlotte's lips twitched upward and Rachel trailed off unsure of what Charlotte found so amusing. "What?"
"Nothing, let's pay for this dress and go act like we're surprised to find Santana and Quinn here. I suppose they're here in an attempt to stop us from swapping embarrassing stories," Charlotte said with a smile. She liked the diva perhaps Rachel would be the one to finally slip behind her twin's defenses. Now if only Quinn could simply see the obvious on her own.
"Remember twilight you need to be cool, you've got your art supplies. I've got some paperwork, we're casually bumping into them remember," Santana reminded Quinn who rolled her eyes at her. Being sneaky was her thing she wasn't going to be blunt and simply drag Chuck away like a caveman.
"This doesn't explain why you dragged me here," Sam said muttered under his breath.
"You're here because Puck needs some love to, and you two are friends. You're saving him from being Charlie's pack mule. Go do what two guys do—play video games or compare dick sizes, whatever guys do in their spare time." Santana said dismissively.
Quinn looked at Sam who rolled his eyes at that statement, "Remember what you said, we're here to make friends brother. Go be friends with Puck. I'm here to rescue Rachel from our sister's clutches you know how Charlotte can get."
"Yes, unfortunately I do. I see our bank statements every month," Sam responds dryly as he followed the two of them shaking his head. Like Rachel and Charlotte wouldn't see through this ploy that they had concocted, either way he probably should go save Puck.
"You didn't tell us you were going shopping we could have all gone together," Rachel said smiling at Quinn as the three of them approached their group.
Quinn glanced at all the bags that Puck was carrying and then looked at her sister, maybe she should have paid more attention when Sam said that Charlotte was going to bankrupt them at the rate she was going. "I needed to pick up some new art supplies—you've done a lot of shopping."
Rachel smiled and nodded, "Your sister has been really helpful in helping me pick out outfits that I'd look good in—most of these are mine. I needed to get some new clothes anyway."
"You didn't need new clothes Rachel—"
"Yes she did Quinn, and if I had known that it was because you were being inconsiderate and ripping her clothes off her, I would have paid for everything," Charlotte interrupted causing Rachel to flush and Quinn to look up at her. "She deserves nice things Quinn, don't you agree?" Quinn sputtered and looked at her sister and then at Rachel.
Santana snorted. "I thought you said you liked what she wore."
"I do," Quinn stated firmly. She was just impatient and it was like unwrapping a gift, a gift that tasted delicious and made the most delightful moans when she rubbed her just right. It was no wonder she simply tore off all the wrapping paper to get to the present.
Sam looked at Puck and took some of the bags with a shake of his head, "I apologize for Charlotte treating you like a pack mule. Charlotte, Puck isn't here to carry your bags for you. You're quite capable of carrying your own bags."
Charlotte rolled her eyes, "Puck isn't my slave Sam. I make sure to feed him and water him."
"He isn't your pet either," Sam said crossing his arms giving Charlotte a disproving look.
"Puck hasn't complained," Charlotte shot back.
Sam turned to Puck who shrugged his shoulders and gave Sam an easy smile. Sam shook his head, "You can say no to her."
"I don't mind, beats hanging around my house all day." Ever since he had ended his friendship with Finn, he didn't have much to do these days. "Besides we were supposed to go to Victoria's secret next for my Jewish Princess—"
"Don't even think about it," Quinn hissed at him before looking at her sister who gave her an innocent smile. Charlotte was up to something and she had no idea what it was. She turned to Rachel and looked at her, "We can go together."
Rachel blinked, "Just you and me?"
Quinn nodded not thinking anything of it. Like hell she was going to let Puck get a peek at Rachel or Santana or her twin sister. She was only doing this to protect Rachel. Noah Puckerman was a pervert, and Rachel deserved better.
Puck waited until they were out of earshot and looked at the rest of the group who were just staring at the two of them. "Quinn really hasn't figured it out yet?"
Sam raised a brow and looked at where Quinn and Rachel had just been before shaking his head and shrugging. "For someone who notices nearly everything my sister has never been good with her own emotions."
"Or other people's emotions," Charlotte added.
Santana rolled her eyes, "Well it's not like she's the only one. I doubt the hobbit even knows how Quinn feels. Now come on Chuck we're going shopping."
Charlotte grinned at Santana, "For shoes?" she asked taking her mind off trying to help her twin as she followed Santana.
Santana smirked at her, "Something better."
"What could possibly be better than shoes Santana?" Charlotte said huffily.
Puck blinked, "Did they just ditch me?" Sam snorted and Puck looked at him, "What about my food?" He had been promised junk food.
Sam rolled his eyes, "Come on let's go to the food court, and then apparently since we're both men we're supposed to play video games together. That's what Santana said anyway," he said with a roll of his eyes. He wouldn't mention the comparing dick sizes, that was ridiculous.
Puck nodded and as they walked he couldn't help but ask the question that was plaguing his mind. "So—I was wondering just how many balls can you fit into your mouth?"
Hannah frowned for a moment, if they were going to break a curse like this then the time for this year was rapidly approaching, it would need to be on the blood moon. Brittany had found out what she was working on and had filled her in on why Sam was so interested in breaking the curse. Hybrids, existing. It practically stood against everything that she believed in as a witch. It was about balance, vampires were too powerful and nature had forsaken them. But this was something different, she doubted nature would approve but she was curious. It wasn't every day she broke curses or changed the course of history.
It was about balance, breaking the curse was simple work, Shelby had inadvertently helped her figure it out when she was creating the moonlight rings, but finding a way to integrate the wolf with the vampire that was the hard part. Well it had been the hard part, cracking that had been simple as well. However magic always had a cost and creating something of this magnitude—people were going to die. A werewolf would have to die, a vampire and for the correct balance—a witch's blood would be needed to seal the deal. The witch in question would most certainly die.
Surely some sort of deal could be made with Sam to protect her witches, they had sided with the vampires in the conflict. It seemed that Miguel had lost his way and they weren't pleased with Shelby's use of dark magic again. What had once been a difficult decision had become considerably easier with the turn of events. The vampires were entitled to deal with Kurt as they saw fit, Miguel would have made the same demand of the vampires. Brittany would have to tell Sam that it was done. They'd need time to gather all the ingredients or wait until the next blood moon.
"So what are you?" Puck asked bluntly as he chewed on the hamburger that Sam had bought for him. Sam shot him a quizzical look as Puck stuck his fries in ketchup and chewed on them. "Quinn's a lesbian right? And Charlie's bisexual—you can't be the only straight one in your family."
For the past ten minutes he'd been getting question after question about his sex life from Puck, he hadn't answered any of them. At least this one wasn't particularly offensive even if it was blunt as hell. Puck seemed awfully interested in his sex life. "I'm a thousand year old vampire Puck, I've had sex with both men and women." Sam saw the smirk on Puck's face. "I'm not answering the question about how many balls I've had in my mouth Puck. Why are you so interested in my sex life anyway?"
"Brittany." Puck admitted and Sam gave him another puzzled look. "She was going on about how having sex with a vampire is probably really good because you're all super experienced. Rachel has Quinn, Santana and Charlie are going to have each other and I really want to have sex with a vampire." Sam gave him a look and Puck shifted a bit. "You don't have any other sisters do you?"
Sam snorted, he did but he was sure that Frannie was still a virgin after all these years. She never did see the point in enjoying the more carnal pleasures of being a vampire. They were more sensitive, things were more pleasurable. "I do," Puck's eyes widened and he grinned at him. "However my sister would never sleep with you."
"She's a lesbian to?" Puck asked well that went that plan.
"No, I just know my sister," Sam replied simply as he took a sip of his water. "If you wish to have sex with a vampire there are—" Sam trailed off as he spotted Mercedes walking alone a bag in her hand. Sam made a face and looked at Puck, "Excuse me."
Puck followed his gaze and noticed Mercedes before nodding, and stuffing more fries into his mouth. "I'm stealing your fries," he announced waving Sam off taking the fries from his plate. He chews them slowly as he watches Sam approaching Mercedes. He really did need to learn how to control his hearing better but he always thought he'd make the perfect spy.
Sam moved through the crowds approaching Mercedes who was buying some food, she hadn't called or answered any of his texts to see if she was okay things. "Mercedes?" Mercedes turned to look at him and he could see the pain in her eyes.
"I don't want to talk to you Sam—do you know where I was today? I was at Kurt's funeral, I saw his dad crying because he lost his son. His son. Most of the glee club showed up except your family—you killed him. He was one of my closest friends and you killed him. You ripped out his heart—and I'm never going to forget his father's just standing there bawling. I get what he did to your family was unforgiveable but—there had to be another way. I thought you were better than that." There was anger in her voice and hurt and Sam looked at her. "You didn't have to kill him—it doesn't make things right."
"Kurt knew how to hurt my family, Sebastian was ready to walk away from him and Kurt killed my brother after I spared his—he is lucky that Quinn stopped me from hurting him. From destroying his mind, he might have lived but he would have been driven mad, and he would have begged for me to kill him and I wouldn't. He killed my brother and he didn't deserve my mercy, he provoked Sebastian and then killed him. It wasn't self-defense it wasn't anything other than a boy who was jealous about someone he simply couldn't have."
"Sebastian killed people. He deserved it, even you can see that."
"I've killed people, Charlotte's killed people, and Quinn kills people. We're vampires Mercedes, killing is something we do. Kurt deserved it."
Mercedes frowned, "No one deserved what happened to him. I thought you were better than that. I thought you were a good man Sam, I can see how wrong I was."
"Kurt killed my brother."
"Vengeance isn't the answer, it's not an eye for an eye. What if Kurt's dad came after you? He'd have every right to do so. Would you kill him to and claim self-defense. It's not self-defense, you're stronger and faster than him—than practically everyone here. You mean to tell me you couldn't handle it without killing anyone." Mercedes swallowed and looked at Sam there was a bit of regret on his face but she couldn't deal with this now. Monsters, that's what they were. Kurt had his heart torn from his chest and crushed. Finn had needed to have multiple surgeries to repair the damage to his arm and it would probably never be the same again, and yet the vampires walked around looking like they hadn't been in a war with the wolves. "I'm sorry about your brother Sam—I am, but I think I need my space. My best friend just died and you're not even sorry that he's dead. You don't care that he had people who loved him."
Sam studied Mercedes for a moment before nodding and walking back to the table where Puck was finishing up his fries he adjusted his coat and took a seat and pushed the rest of his meal towards Puck. He watched Mercedes for a moment longer. His brother was dead, nothing was going to bring him back. Kurt hadn't fought back in self-defense, Sebastian hadn't hurt anyone that Kurt cared about. He had simply taken his boyfriend back—Blaine was much more than that to Sebastian. Blaine was Sebastian's as much as Sebastian's was Blaine's. He had told Kurt to stay away warned him that he was making the situation worse and now his brother was dead, Blaine was dead, and Kurt was dead.
"She shouldn't judge you," Puck said as he took a bite of the burger that Sam hadn't touched and Sam looked at him. "She has a family but they've never been in any danger before. If that was my sister—I would have killed Kurt. People try and pretend that they're above shit like this but they aren't. If someone hurt your brother or sister, your mother or father, or even your kids, everyone wants vengeance. Everyone secretly hopes they rot in prison, or they get tortured. That they die in the worst way possible. She shouldn't judge you because she'd be just as angry just as furious with someone for killing her brother. She might not have the ability or the guts to do what you did or well what Quinn did, but she would want it just as bad." Puck took another bite and chewed. "So don't think that Mercedes is right and beat yourself up about it. She doesn't know what it's like with her 'perfect' family. She doesn't know what loss is and if she can't see that you're just as hurt and are in just as much pain as she is in, then well—that's her own fault."
Sam stares at Puck for a moment, it's surprisingly insightful from him. It's surprising and he wonders if Puck just plays at being the idiot. "Perhaps you're right." He shoots Puck a kind smile and Puck continues to practically inhale the food in front of him.
There is a moment of calm and silence between them only interrupted with Puck slurping on his soda, before Puck looks at Sam. "So you said if I wanted to have sex with a vampire there were—you never finished your thought."
Sam really shouldn't have been surprised it was Puck. "Sex clubs."
Puck's eyes widen and he grins widely. "Really? Can we go to one? I have some fake ID—" Sam groaned and shook his head as he listened to Puck continue on about vampire sex-clubs.
"Why are you looking for a job? Do you need some more money? I can have Sam give you a card, and set up an account for you if that's the case," Charlotte said as she held Santana's hand. The werewolf hadn't told her where they were going and she saw Santana make a face.
She was an Alpha, she was supposed to be a provider. It was ingrained in her, to protect to provide for her pack. Her dad had told her that she needed to be able to provide for her partners every want. It had been easy with Brittany but she suspected that Charlotte was more high maintenance. "I'm supposed to take care of you. I'm supposed to be able to get you the things you want and take you nice places."
Charlotte's eyes swept across Santana's face this was clearly important to her and she paused letting it sink in. "The reason I like you Santana is because you aren't like everyone else. You don't tell me nice shit because it's what I want to hear. You're straightforward and honest. You have taken care of me, just in your own way. Certain things will mean more to me than taking me out to a fancy dinner where you'll be uncomfortable and out of your element."
"You're a thousand years old, all the good ideas were probably taken. It's not going to be impressive if I take you on a picnic or something simple like that."
"No one has ever taken me out on a picnic," Charlotte points out and Santana stares at her and she shrugs. "Santana it's really not that difficult, I'm a thousand years old and I was asleep for the past hundred years. There are plenty of things that I haven't seen or done and the thing is you'd be the first one. It'd be the first. You'd be the first and since I'm probably going to live for the rest of eternity I'll always remember it. This is a new century, a hundred years ago I couldn't spend all afternoon watching cat videos on my phone."
Santana stopped walking for a moment before smiling relaxing, she could do that and it was easy. Normal things that couples did that she could afford and Chuck hadn't experienced it yet, it was perfect. Charlie had probably never seen a scary movie before, she'd have the vampire in her lap in the first five minutes. She flicked her eyes up at the store. It really was now or never to talk to Chuck about this and let the vampire have an out. Even though Puck and Brittany insisted that they were secretly kinky as hell—that didn't make it true.
"Look Chuck—I need you to keep an open mind but I'm not into that vanilla missionary position style—making love to you crap. I mean it's good every now and again but I get off being—dominant in bed. Telling you what to do—having you do it. Punishing you when you don't that sort of thing. I mean it doesn't have to be all the time—" Santana glanced at the vampire nervously waiting for a response but Chuck was still looking at her waiting patiently for her to continue. It's that stupid vampire façade again the one that Santana is getting used to but still sort of hates. She wants to see Chuck flustered, she wants to make her fangs pop again and she wants Charlie to at least be open to the idea. So she takes a step closer closing the gap between them. "Truthfully what I really want is to make you—my bitch," Santana whispers in Charlotte's ear and she's rewarded with a small nearly imperceptible shiver. "It's what the deal was—if I could satisfy you, then you'd be mine, just mine."
Charlotte managed to gather herself, the bond might be closed but Santana's words seemed to bring up some very explicit images in her mind. "And what makes you think I'm submissive?" Charlotte asked quietly keeping her voice down.
"The fact that I can smell it—your arousal, you're thinking of it aren't you. What it's going to be like, how hard I'm going to go, whether I'll tease you." Santana teases, "It's going to be better than your imagination," she watches as Charlotte's eyes darken for a moment. "Shall we go in? I need to know what you like and what you don't like, so pick things that you want me to use on you and I'll pick out a few surprises of my own alright?" Charlotte nods wordlessly and Santana smiles pulling away and pulling her deeper into the store.
"Whatever she told you about me, it's a lie. My sister exaggerates and many if not all plans were her idea," Quinn says the moment she gets Rachel alone as they walk through the store.
Rachel smiled, "So there was never a time when you went streaking through the village past the boy your sister desperately wanted to court her?"
Quinn's eyes widened and she looked at Rachel. "She told you—of course she did. It was Sebastian's fault. I thought his hair was stupid I told him so, he told me my clothes were stupid and then he did some spell that left me naked and walked away."
Rachel's mouth fell open, there was an amused look in Quinn's eye though. "What did you do?"
"I pretended that nothing was wrong and I marched home like I still had my clothes on, Charlotte was busy flirting with this boy shamelessly when I happened to pass by, she was horrified. She insisted that the boy donate his shirt to the cause of protecting my modesty. I was lucky that most people were in the fields that day so it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been." Quinn shrugged.
"What did you do to Sebastian?" Something like that had to have been met with a prank equally as dastardly as that.
"I waited until he was asleep and I cut of a lot of his hair. It was patchy by the time I was done with it and you should have heard how he screamed when he saw it. I did him a favor his haircut at the time was stupid." Quinn smiled at the memory. "My mom wouldn't help him fix it either, she said it was a waste of magic and that next time he shouldn't be so petty with his use of magic." Rachel laughed and Quinn's lip curved upward. "My sister—means well but she can be cutting at times, she didn't do anything to offend you? Say the word and I can—"
Rachel smiled but rolled her eyes. Quinn had been worried about what Charlotte would say. "Charlotte was fine, she was really nice to me even if she didn't let me pick out any of my usual sweaters. I mean she even bought me a dress."
Quinn paused for a moment and looked at Rachel, "What type of dress?" She hardly listened to her twin when she got on one of her 'discussions' about dresses or fashion for that matter. She found the whole thing to be pointless.
Rachel shook her head, "It's just a dress Quinn. I don't even have a place to wear it to. Charlotte insisted she said that every girl should have a dress like this. I didn't know how to say no and not offend her but it was to cement our new friendship."
Quinn's curiosity is peeked slightly. The whole thing was odd, Charlotte had never taken an interest in any of her lovers or friends before. She was far too busy with her own love life to meddle, but Charlotte was meddling. She just couldn't see the moves that her twin was making and why she was making them. "You just want to hear embarrassing stories about me," Quinn says after a moment.
"Well yes I do, but I'm also going to convince your sister to join glee club with us, we're down a voice since—" she trails off and looks at Quinn before continuing. "There is nothing wrong with having a lot of good friends and I think that Charlotte and I can be quite good friends. She is seeing Santana and perhaps we can—" Rachel stops talking, she was about to suggest double dates. But she and Quinn aren't dating.
"We can?" Quinn prompts looking at her.
"Play some board games together," Rachel finishes lamely. Quinn raises an eyebrow and she has to add. "I'm sure we could totally win at Pictionary. It's what friends do—crush each other at Pictionary."
"Charlotte can't draw to save her life," Quinn muses completely missing the obvious. Plus it would totally piss Santana off.
Rachel smiles, the big bad vampire attempting to crush people at Pictionary, it's cute. She eyes the store and looks at Quinn. She didn't even really need new underwear but Charlotte had insisted that's where they were going next. Noah had agreed because he was—well Noah. Though she suspected that Charlotte had known when she suggested it that Quinn would show up. Then had come the cryptic words from Charlotte about being confident and a quick pat on the back before they had left the store. "Quinn?"
Quinn flicked her eyes to Rachel she'd been studying some of the pieces that were on display, "Yeah?"
"I want to try—some of the riskier pieces on but you aren't allowed to laugh if I look absolutely ridiculous," Rachel begins looking at Quinn.
Quinn looks back at the piece of fabric and then back at Rachel, "I don't think laughing at you is going to be what's on my mind if I see you."
Rachel grins at Quinn, "Well we'd have to wait till we get home—but I'm not opposed on wearing it home for you."
Quinn raised a brow, "Rachel, I'm not a patient person. I won't want to wait until we get home. I'm sure that the changing rooms are large enough."
"Your sister says I should invest in a squirt bottle to keep you from ripping my clothes off, I think that you simply need to learn how to wait like normal people. You've already taught me that sometimes waiting is better."
Quinn stared at Rachel for a moment, of all the times for Rachel to quote her own words back to her. "Yes—but I have poor impulse control. The worst impulse control. You can't fault me for not being able to keep my hands off you. If I have the impulse to touch you and make you—"
"Quinn." Rachel hisses looking around but no one had heard them, or no one was paying attention. "If you can't keep your hands to yourself then perhaps you should just wait outside while I go choose something to wear." Quinn just stared at her and Rachel knew that for someone who claimed to be impatient that Quinn could probably wear her down. She sighed and bit her lip, there was that item that Brittany suggested that she get. She leans in and presses her lips against Quinn's cheek and Quinn shoots her a suspicious look and Rachel smiles. "Or I can go in here and you can go pick up something that I really want to try out." Rachel touches the front of Quinn's jacket and she knows she has Quinn's attention as she leans in and whispers what she wants in Quinn's ear, her breath warm against Quinn's ear. She feels Quinn's body stiffen for a moment. "I'll surprise you with this and you surprise me with that?" Rachel asks and Quinn nods wordlessly.
It's considerably more confident then she's used to being but judging from the look of lust on Quinn's face and the fact that her fangs are out, she realizes that having Charlotte as a good friend probably was probably one of the decisions she's made. She makes a mental note to bake a batch of thank you cookies.
Quinn takes a step to go fetch the item that Rachel requested when she pauses, "Are your father's home tonight?"
Rachel shakes her head, "Gone for the weekend, if you wish to stay over—" Rachel isn't surprised when Quinn flashes away and she rolls her eyes. If she had known simply asking for a strap-on for Quinn to use to fuck her would have the vampire practically tripping over herself in excitement she would have asked for one weeks ago. Charlotte had definitely earned that batch of thank-you cookies.
AN: Rachel accidentally says something to Quinn in the heat of the moment that has Quinn well, being Quinn. Some drama there, there is a lot of almost sex, Santana and Quinn go at it. Hannah makes the decision to trust the vampires to act responsibility, and because Quinn's day couldn't get any worse, Frannie decides to show up. Let's see how the family reacts. Some drama everywhere really. Poor Puck.
