Santana frowned and tugged on the cool leash that was attached to the shadow collar that was around her neck, it wasn't uncomfortable by any stretch of the imagination but she wasn't a pet. "Quinn let me go."

Quinn flicked her eyes towards Santana for a moment and smirked, "No, I think I prefer you like this. I knew Charlie would spoil you. Filling your head with ideas, making you think that you didn't have to be respectful—"

"I have never once been respectful, I'm pretty sure that I have always been honest and blunt with you. And this isn't Charlie's fault. Charlie doesn't talk half the time, you enjoyed it just as much as I did." Santana sniffs indignantly. "You enjoyed that I wasn't afraid of you, and I'm still not—"

"You ran away," Quinn points out.

Santana raised a brow, "I do hope you realize that all because I'm not afraid of you, doesn't mean that I'm stupid right? Because the two of you are incredibly stab happy when you're upset. I've seen you threaten a man, I've seen Charlie pluck an eyeball out just for shits and giggles, let's not mention what she put Noah through because he broke the rules. I may not afraid of you, but that doesn't mean I'm suicidal either."

Quinn snorted at this, "You're a pet Santana, we do not kill our pets. I mean if we were Sam would be dead the moment he decided to use my shoes as a chew toy when he was growing up."

"You never slept with Sam. Sam's not a pet, he's like your child, you adopted him for whatever reason that is your relationship with him. You care about him, you care about his dating life, you're overprotective. He told me about how you two followed him on his first date ever, at least he's certain you were there. He thinks it was so you could watch the train wreck in person, but I know it's because you were worried about him. Did you have to hold Charlie back to keep her from killing the girl?" Santana asks. "You may be hands off now, but you were very involved. I'm not a pet. You know I'm not a pet. Charlie knows I'm certainly not squire material no matter how amusing she finds it, but I'm different from Sam because neither one of you seemed to have a problem sleeping with me."

Quinn studies Santana for a moment, "What you did was stupid. I never thought of you as stupid. It's practically a war zone out there right now, people are dying, we're trying to save as many humans as we can and you run off, putting yourself in danger, and making me come and retrieve you. Where did you think you'd be safe from our reach?"

"Canada."

Quinn snorts, "You wished to go to Finn's territory? I can make that happen."

Santana scowls, not quite believing her. "Canada is one of the last bastions for humanity."

"Maybe, but that's only because Finn's such an idiot and incapable of ruling over a nation. You wouldn't survive in Canada, I'm sure there are pockets of humanity that aren't ruled over by the shifters, but it's freezing up there. I'd give it—" Quinn studies Santana for a moment before snorting, "— three days."

"Three days?" Santana blinks.

"I'm taking into account how annoyingly stubborn you are. I do imagine you'll lose a toe, or something before you finally ask for us to take you home. And so, we understand each other, the manor is your home. If I was going to kill you—well let's be frank, I could have killed you a million times over, when you were being far more annoying."

Santana rolls her eyes, "Thanks—I think?"

"It wasn't a compliment, it was just a simple statement of fact," Quinn says as the car stops. She adjusts her jacket and looks outside, her left brow shooting upward. Charlie was back, so either she had called off the hunt or—they had found her. She quickly steps out of the car, not waiting for their chauffeur to open it for her. Her eyes flicking towards Blaine who was currently covered in what appeared to be flour.

"Your—"

"To the point." Quinn barks tugging on the leash as Santana leaves the car causing her to stumble forward.

"Charlie's aware that she left and is about to spread herself thin looking for her." Blaine said nodding towards Santana.

Quinn sighed and hands Blaine the leash before disappearing into the manor. Blaine blinked and glanced at the leash in his hand before looking at Santana who looked positively livid. "I did tell you that they would hunt you down. It's probably for the best that you didn't get too far."

Santana snatched the leash from Blaine and glared at him as she pulled on the shadow collar, a part of her knew that it was pointless, but that didn't matter to her. She looked stupid, and she knew this was Quinn's attempt to bring her to heel. Like hell she was going to do something that made Quinn look good. "Well, who wouldn't run when Quinn was annoyed with them?"

"I wouldn't. Most wouldn't, I mean I know you don't have much experience with shifters, or with vampires outside of Charlie and Quinn, but when you run, it sets off this instinct to chase, to hunt. You were better off staying here and just being honest about the whole thing. I doubt you are the first person who has attempted to sleep with both of them. I'm certain Rachel would have tried, if Charlie liked her."

Santana frowned, "You mean they've done this before?"

Blaine shrugged his shoulders and looked up at the sky for a moment, scratching at the sunscreen that was currently protecting him from the sun. "Not while I've been their personal steward for the past ninety or so years. But one can imagine a time before they decided to break that taboo that they did share. They've never been discrete, and I assure at one time it was a scandal, then people just stopped caring."

Santana frowned slightly and looked up as Charlie bounded down the stairs and enters her personal space. She can feel Charlie's hands on her checking to make sure she was alright and she sighs, stopping only to swat Charlie's hand when she cops a feel. "Charlie." She rolls her eyes again when Charlie flicks her eyes, towards her and she's glad that they're back to normal. "I need to tell you something," Santana informs her. She notices Quinn standing near the manor doors and turns her attention back to Charlie. "I had sex with Quinn. I am going to continue to have sex with Quinn. I think having sex with Quinn is fun. That doesn't mean I like Quinn more than I like you, I'm going to keep on doing what I'm doing with the two of you. And I need you to know that I'm not a pet, and I'm not a toy for you two to argue over. Do you understand?"

Charlie blinks at Santana and reaches for the leash and pulls it free, before turning around and bounding up the stairs pulling Santana with her.

Santana stumbles forward past Quinn who snorts at her discomfort. She blinks, neither one of them seemed surprised. "You knew?"

"Santana, we have heightened senses. Of course, we knew," Quinn smirked. "Have fun."