Quinn breathed out in frustration as she dried her hair gently. How long was Puck planning on taking? It wasn't like he had to find a needle in a haystack. Quinn was not one who held much patience either. Puck was wasting time. Quinn would have to slumber soon and she would prefer analysing the stake before then. Quinn just hoped Puck's reason for testing her patience was due to him not find the stake and not to him actually being stupid enough to play with it.

Maybe she should just go down there and get it herse-

Quinn's nostrils flared in delight as her thoughts grew quiet. A slight hum fell across her body as Santana's delicious scent started to fill her senses. Santana was close… around…

BANG

The door opened and shut in a blink of an eye….

Dear Gawd… She was in Quinn's room….

Santana lend against the door softly as though she was avoiding a predator on the other side. Santana certainly knew she couldn't hide… didn't she? This was a house of Vampire's, Privacy was a distant dream.

Shocked and slightly taken aback by the intrusion, Quinn stared in amazement at Santana who had still not even spared her a glance. No… Santana was more preoccupied with trying to hear footsteps of some unknown assailant.

"Can I help you?" Quinn asked, finally deciding to break the silence.

Santana's dark, smouldering eyes finally found Quinn's before Santana placed her finger on her lips, signalling Quinn to keep quiet.

Quinn's mouth fell open in disbelief as her eyes narrowed in on Santana. She had just saved Santana's life and now the brunette fledgling decides to shush her.

"Don't you shush me" Quinn stated

Santana rolled her eyes dramatically before settling down to listen once more. Once satisfied that she had not been followed, Santana turned her attention onto Quinn.

How many times had Santana dreamt of this? To be honest… it had always been a recurring dream. Quinn hot and steamed, fresh out of the shower…. Her hair went and her gorgeous body wrapped in a towel. Quinn's eyes never looked so daunting in her dreams though… and yet… it made the image of Quinn even more alluring.

But Santana was not here to play out her child like fantasies. No… she was here to… believe it or not… thank Quinn. Yes… The woman that she had once hated was now a heroine…. Santana's heroine.

Perhaps it would've been wiser for Santana to thank Quinn when they came across each other in the hallways.

Perhaps… Maybe… Should've…. Would've… Could've….

Confusion always surrounded Santana when it came to Quinn…

Thank Gawd her impulses took over then. Right?

AND CURSE QUINN'S FUCKING SMELL…..

Gawd… It was like ecstasy wrapped in a tasty wrapper of cold-hearted biatch!

Quinn and Santana stood in silence for a few moments as they just seemed to bask in the image of each other, as though lost in their own thoughts.

Santana took note of how fragile Quinn seemed to look though. Although her eyes were daunting and unwavering, she was paler than normal and her hair had lost a certain shine. The poison must've done quite a number on Quinn as well. Santana just hoped it had not done permanent damage.

"What are you doing here Santana? What do you want…" Quinn finally breathed out in irritation, gripping the towel tighter as though she was suddenly self-conscious.

You…..

"Well… For one… Answers" Santana answered harsher than she should have.

Santana Lopez…. Queen of Tact… Perhaps she should've mentioned that she had also come to apologize?

Quinn just concreted Santana's thought as her eyebrow rose, signalling a storm brewing. Santana should've known better than demanding answers from the Queen of secrets.

"Now what makes you think that you, a second class fledgling, can just waltz into my room and demand anything"

"Second Class? Screw you Princess. " Santana scoffed before walking to Quinn.

Santana…. The only fledgling that would risk life and death to sneak into a Beloved's room risking death once again.

And…

On second thought. Perhaps Quinn didn't deserve tact. It seem like she was quite immune to it herself.

"Stop wasting my time. What do you want" Quinn growled lowly, warning Santana that the thin ice was cracking.

"Well…." Santana replied as she started to walk around Quinn's room aimlessly "There are a few things but Let's start with the easy ones. If that's alright with you Princess"

Quinn rolled her eyes at Santana's display. She couldn't help but admire how Santana's body moved though as though there was a sensual rhythm playing in her head. Quinn had forgotten how gorgeous Santana was and every time Quinn got closer and closer to Santana, she found it harder and hard not to be completely taken by the girl.

"Santana. I really don't - "

"How are you feeling? Are you okay?" Santana interrupted,

The tenderness in Santana's tone was new to Quinn's ears, almost foreign yet completely natural. It held such depth that Quinn found herself slowly starting to chip her façade.

"I'm fine" Quinn answered, feeling exposed under Santana's deep stare.

"Were you hurt?" Once again, the care in Santana's voice did not escape Quinn's notice.

What had escaped Quinn's notice was that Santana was dangerously close to her personal space, perhaps only two or three steps. It was not intentional, but Santana's body was draw to Quinn's in a magnetic pull. Santana, herself, had not even noticed.

A small laugh escaped Quinn's lips as she looked away from Santana's velvet-chocolate eyes. Quinn felt hypnotized by their depths and promises…. She had to atleast try to resist.

"I've been through worse" Quinn brushed off,

Santana scoffed for a moment before looking around the room once more, breaking the atmosphere which had been created between the two.

"Thank you" Santana said with a bit of difficulty.

Was Santana unsure of her thanks? Or of how Quinn would take it. Maybe Santana just hesitated because she was unsure if she actually meant it.

Quinn was, after-all, the big bad wolf.

Quinn was touched by the motion though…. Not many people thanked Quinn for her actions. And the gratitude coming from Santana's mouth played over in Quinn's mind with whimsical beauty.

"It's a pleasure" Quinn answered, her voice just above a whisper.

Santana's dark eyes once again turned to look at Quinn, as though she herself was surprised by Quinn's fond tone.

Had this event forced these two opposing forces to look deeper into each other? See other differently.

Santana sighed slightly as her fingers traced against a mantel piece slowly, as though she was thinking of what to say next or how to phrase it atleast. She cleared her throat slightly after a few moments of silence.

"I guess I should also thank you for Brittany while I'm at it" Santana mumbled.

A small smile appeared on Quinn's lips as she realized that this took a lot of courage for Santana to say. Santana had never taken a liking to her. Yes… Santana had wanted Quinn, but Quinn knew that Santana was never fond of her.

"Like I said Santana" Quinn said softly "It's a pleasure."

"I was worried about her. I didn't think she would be able to cope" Santana continued until a soft chuckle escaped Quinn's lips.

"She took it better than you did. I never had to force-feed her or break her neck and she has yet to attack Sam or Puck" Quinn joked,

Santana returned a smile to Quinn.

Wow… consumed Quinn's thoughts as Santana's gorgeously genuine smile graced Santana's perfectly kissable lips. How could a creature be this beautiful? It had been a long time since Quinn had appreciated such splendour.

"She had it tough though. She missed you a lot" Quinn continued softly.

Santana smiled sadly before she turned and walked to Quinn. Neither Quinn nor Santana knew why at that moment butterflies filled their stomachs but the sensation was strange as well as welcomed.

"Why did you give me away to Sue?" Santana asked after a few moments of silence,

Quinn had thought about this altercation so many times. Never had it been this calm or collected. Santana was a fiery Latina. She should've been screaming, breaking things…. But here Santana stood; just asking why.

She was so vulnerable.

Once Santana stood in front of Quinn, her eyes begging for answers, Quinn finally cracked. Quinn was so determined to push everyone away for their protection, to alienate herself, that she forgot sometimes abandonment was worse than death.

"I was trying to protect you" Quinn whispered as she reached out to touch Santana's chest where the stake had impaled her.

Electric…. Painfully Beautiful…

Santana couldn't explain it but Quinn at that moment was the epitome of perfect. Where had this woman been hiding? Was Santana wrong all this time…

"Protecting me from what Quinn?" Santana whispered softly,

"From everything Santana." Quinn breathed out, looking away from Santana. "You're my fledgling. I am responsible for you"