"You've been summoned."

"Yippee," Santana replies sarcastically, making no move to get up from where she was sitting. "I think I'd rather stay—"

Blaine moved gripping her by the neck and forcefully yanking her to her feet. "I think they pity you because you're human. To them you're like a baby, you know nothing of the world. I assumed that you at least had basic survival instincts even though all evidence points to the contrary. You're surrounded by enemies on all sides, and despite their bravado even they have someone they bow too, and I assure you that they don't bow to many others."

Santana struggled against Blaine's grip, before he unceremoniously dropped her on the ground. She coughs and rubs at her neck. "You bastard."

"I've been called worse. You need to get dressed. Something demure, you don't want to attract too much attention. Any more than you already have," Blaine immediately heads to her closet and begins to flick through the clothes. "If only Kurt were here, he'd have exactly what we need."

"Kurt?" Santana presses as she pushes herself to her feet and glances towards the exit. There was no escape, she couldn't run away without being caught, but there was a safe place in the building. The one place that even Blaine didn't enter without permission. Though, with her luck she'd probably interrupt some weird lover's spat between the Regents.

"None of your concern," Blaine responds immediately. He grabs a dress and drapes it across her bed moving quickly to pick out what she would need to go with the outfit.

"I thought you said that I shouldn't draw attention to myself."

"You shouldn't but at the same time, you're their pet, you can't embarrass them." Blaine motioned for Santana to try the clothes on, only to be met with a dry look from her. "Your body doesn't interest me, in case you haven't noticed I like men."

"I noticed. I just don't care, and I don't like you. Now get out, I know how to get dressed." Santana retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn't going to budge about this.

Blaine rolled his eyes but left the room. "That doesn't give you permission to drag your feet."

"I wouldn't dare," Santana replies as she closes the door and begins to strip down. "I don't even know why they want me, all I did was stand there and be gawked at by strangers, while they talked amongst themselves. Well Quinn talked Charlie made some gestures with her hand." She still didn't quite understand how Quinn could read Charlie like a book, no one could follow what Charlie was on about unless she made it obvious.

"We believe that they have telepathy, or a rudimentary form of it. No one is exactly sure, just like we're not sure how powerful they are. We do know that they are truly immortal. They can't die, there have been a multitude of attempts. It never ends well for those that dare."

"Knew it," Santana mutters to herself. There was no way that Quinn was honestly able to hold a conversation with Charlie and know what she was thinking with just those random hand gestures that Charlie did. "Whatever we did the meet and greet, I mean I expected more blood to flow and for a moment I was certain that Brittany and Charlie were going to have sex right there on the floor, but that was boring." Santana frowns and opens the door for Blaine, "You're going to need to zip me up."

"For reasons, I am yet to understand you complain when things are too boring, and yet choosing the more exciting path has brought you nothing but grief. You put yourself in these dangerous situations, it's like you have a death wish, or you simply enjoy getting into trouble—"

Santana scowled and turned to look at Blaine, of course he would think that. That she wanted all of this, to be demoted to nothing more than a pet. She blinks and stumbles back when she spots Quinn standing there. No wonder Blaine had stopped talking, in fact Blaine had moved giving the two of them space. The Regent seemed to be studying her carefully. She takes a step back, unsure of what exactly is going on. "Are you here to tell me to behave myself?"

Quinn turns to Blaine who immediately stands up straight. "This won't do. Are you trying to embarrass us? I think something in red."

"Yes—"

"Just get on with it," Quinn says briskly looking at Santana for a moment and entering her personal space. "Do you know how to dance," she finally asks after a moment.

Blaine nearly trips over himself and turns to Quinn in shock. "Your Excellency, you can not be seriously thinking of dancing with a human at the ball."

Quinn's lips twitch upward only for a moment before she turned to look at Blaine giving him an impatient look. "Don't forget your place Blaine, it is not your place to tell me what I can and cannot do. For as long as these are my lands, and this is my home, I am free to do whatever I please. If I wish to dance with my pet at a ball then that is what I'm going to do."

Santana looks between the vampires for a moment, before shaking her head. "Look, I don't know what's going on and I don't care but if this is some lovers spat between you and your sister, then leave me out of it. I mean you basically abandoned me yesterday. I'm not going to be a silly pawn between the two of you, so you two can use me as some sort of weapon against the other."

Quinn turns and studies Santana before tapping her on the forehead. "I'm saving your life," the words come out easily. "Now, answer the question. Can you dance?"

The question caught her off guard, what did dancing have to do with saving her life, but asking Quinn seemed like a fool's errand. Charlie never explained herself, and she doubted Quinn was going to share her master plan with her. "I mean, yeah—a bit."

Quinn sighed, "That will have to do. Remember to wear your fancy collar. They need to see that you're owned."

Santana scowled, "I'm not a pet—" She throws her hands up when Quinn disappears. "Stupid vampires, and their stupid disappearing," she bitches under her breath and glances over at Blaine who still seemed in shock. "What?"

"Well, it seems that you've gotten your wish. I simply hope that it doesn't cost you your head," Blaine replies.

~O~

"Do you trust me?"

The question startles her, causing Santana to look up at Quinn, tearing her eyes from where she is watching Charlie and Brittany. All eyes seemed to be on them as they danced along the floor. It was like they were gliding, Charlie leading and Brittany following. "Trust you?" She echoes after a moment.

"To keep you alive," Quinn clarifies her eyes clearly focused on her sister.

Santana hesitates for a moment, if Quinn or Charlie wanted her dead she would be dead. There was no other way to look at her. "Yes."

Quinn turns to look at Santana for a moment, surprise etched on her face before her lips twitched upwards. "You'll have to tell me why later," Quinn states simply before holding out her hand for Santana.

Santana swallows as she looks at the extended hand, before taking it. "I'll tell you if you actually explain your master plan to me." Quinn laughs, it's the first time she's ever heard the sound come from her lips. She didn't think that Quinn could laugh.

"Where's the fun in that?" Quinn moves leading Santana to the dance floor. She can hear the hush in the room as vampires turn to stare at her. She turns slightly when they actually hit the dance floor. Quinn moves immediately placing a hand on the small of Santana's back as she straightens herself, her hazel eyes meeting Santana's brown ones. "Stand up straight, shoulders back and down," Quinn says.

"I know how to do a waltz," she informs Quinn who merely smiles amused at the very idea. Her Abuela had taught her. She had never thought that she would use it, but here she was about to.

"Show me then," Quinn challenges, as she takes a step forward, tightening her grip slightly.

Santana scowls at Quinn, only to roll her eyes when Quinn smiles in return it seemed that Charlie wasn't the only family troublemaker. It had been a while since she had waltzed and she listened to the music for a moment letting it wash over her. If there was ever a time to prove to Quinn she wasn't some simple pet, then this would be it.

Quinn turned elegantly whether it was her vampiric abilities, or whether it was a natural talent, but it was quite clear to everyone in the room that she could dance. Charlie and Brittany had commanded the floor but eyes were turning over to them, which only emboldened Quinn as she moved leading Santana carefully pulling her closer. A look of surprise crosses her features as Santana keeps up, moving with her and letting her lead. "So, you can," Quinn murmurs into Santana's ear quietly as she pulls back.

Santana shivers as she looks up at Quinn, before flicking her eyes over at Charlie for a moment. The two of them were different as night and day, sure they did seem to share certain character traits but they were different. There was a coldness that Quinn exuded, a certain harshness in her dance steps that spoke volumes as the vampire led.

The music dies down and Quinn disengages immediately, "Would you like some water—" Quinn stumbles back a bit as Charlie appears beside her an excited look on her face as she immediately reaches for Santana's hand excitedly and attempts to pull her onto the dance floor. Quinn groans and stops her sister, "You have a dance partner."

"Oh, I know Quinn but I've already called Santana's next dance," Brittany informs Quinn. "I can see why you decided to keep her as a pet, she's remarkable for a human," Brittany hums and smiles. "I think you've started the newest trend. Mercedes mentioned that she'd be getting her own human. Brody and Finn are all interested."

Charlie tugs Santana closer to her and smiles at her brightly as she leads her onto the dance floor. Santana can't help but sigh and shake her head as Charlie begins to adjust her hands on her body. She blinks when she feels a hand slip onto her ass and she immediately turns to smack it away, glaring at the vampire in front of her. "Really?"

Charlie grins and moves her hand up to the small of her back and shrugs easily, like she wasn't bothered at being caught. Instead she spins Santana around easily as the music starts to swell again. She moves with a bounce in her step as she leads Santana around the room, gliding with her movements. Adapting to each of Santana's movement as she leads her across the floor.

Santana couldn't help but notice that while Quinn was cold and harsh in her movements, Charlie was the opposite, a bundle of playfulness and excitement. She found it almost difficult to keep up with the bounce in Charlie's step. Though it's only when she stumbles that Charlie adapts, changing her movement into a dip. There's a cheeky smile on Charlie's face and the vampire winks at her causing her to flush in embarrassment. "You're going too fast."

Charlie puffs out her cheeks but grips Santana tighter and winks at her before lifting her easily as the music begins to slow down.

"It's my time Chuck, you can dance with Quinn," Brittany interrupts placing a hand on Charlie's shoulder to stop her from stealing another dance. When the vampire pouts at her she leans forward and presses her lips against Charlie's cheek. "Don't worry I won't break her."

Charlie narrows her eyes slightly at Brittany but let's go of Santana. She glances over at Santana for a moment and smiles at her encouragingly, her fangs showing before she turns to Quinn and smiles at her twin.

"Don't even think about it," Quinn says flatly. "You think I'm a prude, and I'm not going to reward your bad behavior," Quinn informs her bluntly.

"Who taught you how to dance Santana?"

Santana blinks and looks up at Brittany swallowing, unlike the twins she seemed honestly interested in getting to know her. "My Abuela—my grandmother," Santana replies. "I was a bit of a tomboy when I was a child and she thought that it would make me more feminine," Santana explains, flushing. She had no idea why she had added that part.

Brittany hummed, her blue eyes glowing slightly as they sparkled when the light hit them perfectly. "And what would your Abuela think of you joining a terrorist organization."

"She would have killed me for being reckless, but I didn't. I didn't want to hurt anyone I knew that would never get our message across. I just wanted to meet like minded people and may figure out a way to make them hear us. I was never part of any attacks, I never wanted to be part of any attacks." The words come rushing out and she frowns, she hadn't wanted to say all of that. She narrows her eyes at Brittany who smiles and steps back before spinning her. "What are you doing to me?"

"We're dancing," Brittany explains with a smile.

Santana shook her head, it felt foggy and she wasn't quite sure what was going on. But she didn't know Brittany, and telling a vampire her deepest darkest secret was something that she would never do. "I—"

Brittany spun Santana again, "I think we should continue our conversation later, don't you? I want to hear more about your ideas."

Santana scowled, Brittany was messing with her head she could just tell she was but instead of yelling no and making a scene she nods her head, as the music finally comes to an end. Almost immediately she feels a hand on her shoulder pulling her back and away from the blonde.

Brittany grinned at Charlie, "I like her Chuck, you should think about giving her to me."

Charlie smiled at Brittany showing her fangs and shook her head, and pointed at herself and then Quinn before wrapping an arm around Santana and moving her away.

"Is that a yes?" Brittany smiles pleased and planning to use Charlie's general silence to her advantage. Quinn seemed busy with Rachel.

Santana glanced at Charlie who didn't stop smiling as she shook her head emphatically before turning around and pulling her along with her. "I—thought she was nice."

Charlie glanced at Santana and patted her head, and then pointed at herself.

"Yeah, I get it not everyone is as nice as you but I mean she actually seemed to care about what I had to say and she believed me when I said that I wasn't a terrorist. I thought she was taking me seriously—I mean I don't even know why she wants me to meet her tonight."

Charlie makes a gesture at Santana and then exposes her fangs.

"Oh great, she wants to eat me—" Charlie moved her hips and Santana's eyes widened. "I'm not a blood whore!"

Charlie nods and pats her head once more, before flicking the pendent on Santana's collar.

Santana rolled her eyes, she wasn't a pet either. "I thought I was your squire," she reminds Charlie who blinks and then nods happily. Santana shakes her head and glances at Quinn who turns to look at her. Quinn had promised that this was going to save her life, yet she felt just as unsafe as she did when she had met the twins.