"Please, be in there," Santana mumbled to herself as she glanced around the hallway once more. She needed to make sure it was clear, even though she knew and understood now that it didn't actually matter if the hallway had a vampire in it or not. She had seen how fast vampires moved, and it wasn't just the Regents. Even Blaine had a tendency to simply appear behind her.

She had been aware that the supposed Red Court was supposed to show up, but she had expected some warning. She certainly hadn't expected to wake up to find that the manor had become a hub for vampires. Well, it had already been a hub for vampires, but she knew most of them. She knew the vampires that were loyal to the Regents and the ones that had their own agendas. Both groups gave her a wide berth because they knew that she was at the very least the Regents favorite new toy.

That wasn't the case for these new vampires, and her run in with Rachel still haunted her. If they hadn't been there. If they hadn't been paying attention, she might have been dead or worse. The thought of being a blood whore for some vampire, craving being bitten and losing her mind to sex scared her. She would rather be dead.

Taking a deep breath, she immediately leaves the sanctuary of her room. With only a door to protect her, she didn't feel safe. Even with the knowledge that the Regents were simply down the hall and that very few vampires actually entered the wing. As far as she was concerned the safest place in the manor was beside one of the Regents. Preferably Charlie, she had never actually seen Quinn using any powers, and at least Charlie liked her, or at least tolerated her. She knocks on the large dark doors. "Quinn? Charlie?" It takes a moment, far longer than it should for one of the doors to swing open, and almost immediately Santana darts inside. Ducking under Quinn's outstretched arm, she was simply going to ignore the fact that Quinn was half dressed at this time. She didn't look like she was in the middle of a passionate embrace with Rachel or Charlie. "Look—" She stops short when Quinn and Charlie turn and stare at her, an odd weight hanging in the air. The room didn't smell like they had just been having sex, and she wasn't sure if they were still in the middle of a fight or not. Charlie had been keeping to her side of the manor and Quinn had been with Rachel. Santana looks between the two curiously. "Am I interrupting something?"

Quinn turns her attention back to her sister and frowns, as Charlie puts on a ridiculous hat. "You can't wear that. The other vampires will mock you and this is to be our return to all our glory Charlie. We need something bold and fantastic, that forces every eye in the room to be on us. We need to remind people that we do know how to play the game and that we will be taking our positions back."

Charlie nods and takes off the hat before grabbing a cane, that was adorned with a fancy sculpted handle, and made from what appeared to be black wood. She turns to show it to Quinn who studies the item for a moment.

"Very well, but you can't kill anyone with it. No death and destruction Charlie, that is not the way of our court," Quinn reminded her sister before turning to her own outfit. "Now, onto more pressing matters. Appearances are everything, you know that and I know that. We can't reject gifts, so if we need to partake then we will."

Charlie shrugs, before nodding her head toward Santana, and tapping the cane against the ground a few times.

"Yes, I'm aware. She'll need a fancier collar. Also, I imagine that Blaine picked out an appropriate outfit. However, what are we going to do about her mouth?" Quinn questioned.

"Do you know how infuriating it is when you talk about me like I'm not here?"

Quinn finally shifted her gaze to Santana, "I believe you just proved my point."

Santana rolls her eyes. "Look I promise I'll try not to do anything really stupid."

Charlie tapped her cane once more, and then made a gesture pointing at Santana. She made a few more gestures at Quinn.

Quinn frowned slightly, "You're right, I know that she needs to be presented to the court. It would be best if we could just give her to Samuel to watch until this whole thing blows over. Unfortunately, Sam is far too busy with security to be dealing with babysitting Santana. But given what she is, it would be unwise to have her missing. Rachel is already aware that you favor her and I'm still unsure if she will use that information to demand retribution—"

"I'm right here you know," Santana interrupts. "And despite what you think I do understand what's going on."

"Do you?" Quinn challenges immediately.

Santana glanced over at Charlie who was fiddling with her cane absentmindedly, she was obviously listening and she didn't want to mess this up. "According to them I'm a terrorist, I mean I never did anything terrorist like, I thought I was joining—"

"You joined a rebellion group, and history has shown many times that most of these rebellions turn to violence to be heard. They claimed responsibility for the terrorist attack, you were still part of the group despite the fact that they were growing more violent. You provided them with information, you Santana are a terrorist. You might claim you were simply joining a resistance group, you may claim that you didn't want anyone to die or that you were an ideologue, but the fact remains you were part of a terrorist group Santana." Quinn interrupts. "You shouldn't be here, not with us anyway. At the very least you should be imprisoned like the rest of them are. Yet my sister spared you and I still don't know why."

Charlie looks up when she realizes that two sets of eyes are on her and smiles, her fangs sliding out slightly. But like usual a word doesn't pass from her lips.

"Lovely, I'm beginning to think you did this all based on your odd whims," Quinn grumbled before turning to Santana. "I still think it's a terrible idea to bring her along. What happens when we partake? Will she just stand there and watch? What if someone wants to feed from her? Having her with us, is a disaster waiting to happen."

Charlie tapped her cane on the ground twice and pointed at Santana and made a motion with her hands.

"Yes, I do suppose Blaine will have to keep an eye on her. But we're back to the fact that your pet—" Quinn crinkles her nose when Charlie points her cane at her. "Fine, your squire is opinionated."

Santana scowled, she didn't even want to go to the stupid event. She just wanted to stay and hide out in the twin's bedroom until this whole stupid thing was over. If Rachel was any indication of what the other vampires were like she didn't want to have anything to do with them. Even if it would be a learning experience, something that she was supposed to be doing. These were the movers and shakers of the world and she was cowering at the thought of being in the same room as them. It was an opportunity that she couldn't just pass up. "Will I be safe?"

"Of course," Quinn answers with a simple shrug of her shoulders. "As long as you remain close, and you keep your mouth shut. You might see things that shock you, you might hear things that you don't agree with but the last thing you want to do is offend a member of the court. Because even we have to answer to someone."

Santana exhales noisily, "Fine, but no ridiculous outfit and no damn petting." She could do this even if being in a den of murdering, blood-sucking vampires scared the shit out of her.

Quinn rolled her eyes and looked over at her twin who seemed amused by Santana, "This is your fault, you know. You spoil her. You spoil all of them." She's met with Charlie's wide grin, and shakes her head.

~O~

Santana grimaced as she looked at the ugly dress that had been foisted upon her. In a room where people were decked out in their finest, she stuck out like a sore thumb. It was humiliating, the stares and the looks that she was receiving from the various vampires in the room. She was trying to study them from afar, this was an opportunity few humans got to witness and she was going to try and remember everything about it.

"Quinn, my love, we must dance."

Santana flicked her eyes towards Rachel who had approached her from where she had been standing near the grand piano, talking to a group of vampires. They had hung onto her every word, even though Santana was certain that Rachel hadn't said anything particularly interesting. Instead she turns to Charlie and Quinn who had been in the middle of what she could only imagine was a heated conversation. Neither one of them looked thrilled to be here, which worried her to no end. What would Charlie do when she got bored? What would Quinn do to stop her? All these questions raced through her head as she shifts her body, positioning it so she could make her way to the closest exit.

"As you can see Rachel, my sister and I were having a conversation, which you interrupted. What are you even doing? There is protocol and you're breaking it, for what? An attempt to impress the other pawns? In case you've forgotten, you pawns are supposed to be here serving us drinks. So, I suggest you do that." Quinn's cool response came as she crossed her legs and stared at Rachel. There was a cruel note to her voice that caused Santana to shiver and Charlie to smile. "My sister's drink is empty."

Charlie held up her empty cup and shook it at Rachel a smirk on her face, clearly amused by the embarrassed look on Rachel's face.

Their cruelty was new and it seemed foreign, sure she expected it from Quinn, she was a bitch, but Charlie—Charlie wasn't Quinn. But then again Charlie did view Rachel as an interloper, it probably felt good to put her in her place. It almost made her feel bad for Rachel, which she didn't want to do. Which was why she waits patiently until Rachel leaves before narrowing her eyes at the twins. "I—"

"Chuck!"

Santana turns to the voice, half expecting Quinn to snap at yet another vampire, but instead she was met with a look of jealousy as some tall blonde tackled Charlie to the ground. It was enough to cause the chatter in the room to dim as everyone turned to them for a moment. She blinks watching for a moment as the blonde pulls on Charlie's shirt raising it and revealing the smooth skin and the tone abdomen as she runs her hands over her. Immediately Santana can't help but turn and look at Quinn who looked positively incensed. Santana swallows and takes a step back, an involuntary reaction as she stares at Quinn. Now would be the perfect time to run.

"Brittany." There was a razor edge to Quinn's tone that seemed to cause Brittany to look up to her, a pout on her face.

"Is she still a prude?" Brittany whispers to Charlie a twinkle in her eye, knowing that there was no point in attempting to hide their conversation from Quinn.

Charlie glanced at her twin for a moment before turning her attention back to Brittany and nodding. She makes a gesture who immediately scoffs and rolls her eyes.

Santana snorted, and immediately looked away when Quinn shot her a withering look. She had seen the two of them having sex, if only for a moment. It was burned into her brain, and there was nothing that even suggested that Quinn was any sort of prude. The way her hips had moved—Santana immediately flushes and looks away, clearing her throat. She glances back up for a second when it feels like someone is watching her and winces when she sees Brittany, Charlie and Quinn staring at her. She wasn't supposed to be drawing attention to herself, and that cough had probably done it.

"And who is this?" Brittany asked as she got off Charlie and immediately flashed in front of Santana staring at her.

Santana stumbles back and trips landing on her ass as she tries to get away from the strange vampire. She didn't want to be eaten, or snacked upon.

"Our new pet," Quinn states after a moment, still studying Santana, her eyes dilated.

"Oh, the terrorist. I mean I can see why you wanted to keep her, she's gorgeous," Brittany smiled and extended her hand for Santana. "Here let me help you up."

Santana stared at the offered hand and looked over at Charlie and Quinn who didn't seem to be doing anything. She wasn't going to be in any danger as long as she stayed close to them. "Um, thank you," she mumbles taking the offered hand.

Quinn frowned and crossed her legs looking over at her twin who had a look of concern etched on her features. "Brittany, where is Mike? And does he have more of those awful cartoons that Charlie likes to watch?"

"It's called anime Quinn," Brittany responded not taking her eyes off Santana. "He sent some over with me. Things are not looking good over there, I'll be rejoining him shortly. I'd still be there if I didn't have to attend this." Brittany tilts her head at the party that's going on around them. "What's your name? I'm Brittany S. Pierce. The S stands for Susan."

Santana swallows, studying Brittany for a moment. She seemed nice, affectionate almost. She was also the first vampire of some importance who had been polite to her. It was odd, "Santana. My name is Santana Lopez," Santana finally manages.

Brittany smiles, "It's a pleasure to meet you Santana. You don't look like a terrorist."

"Do terrorists look a certain way?" Quinn asks dryly, as she crosses her arms over her chest.

"No. Are you a terrorist?" Brittany asks Santana bluntly.

Santana shakes her head, "I'm not. I don't believe in using violence. I thought the group I was with was trying to make the lives of humans better, I didn't know that they had turned to violence. If I had known I would have left."

Brittany nods and turns to the twins, "See, she's innocent."

"Are you going to be her advocate then Brittany?" Quinn asks studying Brittany.

Brittany finally turns to look at Quinn and smiles at her, before turning back to Santana. "I have to go mingle, but we should talk later. I want to know more, about this resistance that you were a part of."

Santana beams at her, "I'd like that." Brittany grins and winks at Santana before deciding to move on.

Charlie makes a gesture to Quinn, who shoots her an acidic look.

"She's your pet. You deal with it," Quinn snaps at her twin before getting up.

Charlie makes a quick gesture with her hands, and smiles at Quinn who picks up her wineglass and tips the contents of it over her head.

"I'm a prude remember?" With that Quinn stalks away heading towards Rachel.

Santana blinks and looks around before grabbing a napkin from the table and heading over to Charlie who looked like she was torn between being amused and being annoyed and starts to dab at the red liquid. "Well, that could have gone better." Charlie shoots Santana a look causing her to shrug. "Brittany seemed nice."

At this Charlie rolls her eyes and grabs the napkin from Santana and stands up. She makes eye contact with Blaine and points to Santana, waiting until he nods before she disappears in a blur, probably following Quinn.

"What did you do?" Blaine asks quietly as he gently guides her out of the room by her elbow, keeping close to her.

"Nothing, I just said that Brittany seemed nice and polite. Charlie's the one that called Quinn a prude," Santana grumbles.

"Oh, it's one of those," Blaine shook his head. This week from hell had just gotten longer.