Santana flicked her eyes over to the twins, they'd been nice for the past week and it was making her nervous. Charlie was always semi-nice, but Quinn being nice was troubling. It was almost enough to make her rethink her plans for that night. A night which she knew nothing about and the twins weren't exactly a fountain of knowledge. "So, when I become like you does that mean I'm going to be a secretive bastard as well?"

"Eventually," Quinn responded frowning when Charlie elbowed her in the ribs. "Don't worry it's not an overnight thing."

"So, reassuring," Santana muttered. She sighs and rolls over on the bed, it was her last day as a human and she was worried that everything would change. She reaches over and tugs on Charlie's arm, and immediately slides into her embrace. "You're still going to like me when I'm different?"

Charlie nods and kisses her forehead, "You'll still be you."

"You'll just be able to keep up with us now, which has a certain appeal to it, and not just in the bedroom," Quinn assured her. "I mean it will be disappointing to have you track our movements now, but sacrifices must be made."

Santana rolled her eyes, "So if I'm going to be the same for eternity—should I have Blaine do something with my hair?"

"Your hair?" Charlie repeats, reaching up to touch the few white wisps that decorated Santana's hair. "I like it like this. It makes you look—"

"Seasoned." Quinn supplied. "You look like you've lived. You probably feel like you've lived, and that is important. Remember it, hold onto that feeling."

Santana nods and takes a breath, "We should get this over before I change my mind again. What do I have to do? I don't think I actually know how a vampire sire someone. The way Brittany talks about it, it's like sex."

"Everything is like sex to Brittany." Quinn rolled her eyes, "When a vampire is created we have an innate knowledge of how to sire. You just know, Charlie and I aren't different in that regard, but we are—"

"Different to the other vampires. At least partially," Charlie finishes the sentence for Quinn. She pulls away, disappearing from the room and coming back with a wine glass that was filled with a thick viscous red liquid. "You have to drink this, all of it."

It was clearly blood and Santana looks up at Charlie for a moment and then at Quinn who was now sitting up in the bed. "That is not sanitary." She feels slightly uncomfortable under their gaze and reaches for the glass. "And then you what? Kill me? Bury me alive?"

Quinn snorted, "Don't be dramatic Santana, it's unbecoming of you," Quinn rolled her eyes. "We're not going to kill you."

"I really don't want to be buried alive either," Santana says raising a brow at Quinn.

Charlie sat on the bed beside Santana, "You need to go through the change. It will be—difficult. But you must know that we'll be right here waiting for you. So, come back to us." Charlie nipped her ear. "Now drink. Don't think just drink."

Santana looked at the glass and exhaled slowly before putting the glass to her lips and tilting her head back. The bitter taste and smell filled her senses, but she forced herself to swallow the glass. She hands the glass over to Charlie and takes a napkin from Quinn and dabs at her lips, holding back her gag reflex as she looks at them. "Okay what next?"

Quinn smiles and leans in, whispering into her ear, "Everything will be alright," she promises.

Charlie and Quinn moved quickly each gripping an arm and lifting her swiftly, their fingers were tight enough to bruise as she's suddenly plunged back onto the bed. It feels cold so cold, and it takes her a moment that she's surrounded by darkness, and Charlie and Quinn's face are becoming more distant. She lets out a scream but there is no sound, and she reaches for them but they suddenly vanish all light is snuffed out as she continues to fall into the cold darkness. She struggles for a moment, but her limbs feel heavy and lethargic. She pulls her body into a tight ball and closes her eyes, suddenly feeling so very tired. She just needed to sleep for a bit and she'd come back and bitch at the twins.

~O~

Santana stirred, the familiar sound of the twins bickering was enough to draw her from her slumber. It was probably something stupid and pedantic like usual.

"She's been asleep for a week," Quinn hissed at Charlie. "Before that she was lost in there—perhaps we did something wrong?"

"From what Sue told us, we slept for a month so this is all within the norm. And this was after our rampage through Turkey and Romania. We have no idea how long that rampage lasted, but we controlled her rampage for three days before she dropped. I think she's doing well, considering we have no idea what we're doing. I think she'll wake up when she wants to wake up."

There was a moment's pause before Quinn sighed, "Two weeks inside, three-day rampage and sleeping for a week. How can you not be worried?"

"Because—she's awake," Charlie said turning to look Santana directly in the eye. A slow smile appears on her face as she clears the room with her speed before Quinn could move, but she's stopped before she can hug Santana completely and she looks at Santana's hand on her chest. There was a moment of confusion before she smiled.

"No hug tackles, I'm hungry, and more importantly I don't feel like a vampire, I feel like death." Santana said shoving Charlie away. She felt like shit, her body felt odd and she still felt so tired. "I'm really hungry," she repeats looking at Quinn.

"I'll have Blaine make you something and I'll get you some blood and some fruit to tide you over," Quinn said, turning to leave.

"Super speed Quinn. Super speed." Santana bitches. "And I don't need blood just food. I'm fucking hungry. I don't think it worked."

Charlie raises an eyebrow at Quinn who shoots her a look and then shakes her head and continues to walk out the door. "Santana," she says calmly.

Santana turns to Charlie sharply, "Food then sex."

Charlie blinked and then nodded her head.

Santana attempts to get up only for Charlie to push her back down, "Why are the two of you being so weird? And don't think I didn't hear you basically admitting you had no idea what you were doing." Her eyes flick up when Quinn returns carrying some fruit and a full freshly baked cake.

"Blaine is preparing something more substantial for a proper meal but I was hoping that this—" Quinn raised her brow when Santana appeared in front of her and began to dig in messily. "Pace yourself."

Santana ignored her and continued to dig into the cake, noting that it seemed more decadent than before. She feels arms wrap around her waist and she looks up at Charlie for a moment before going to stuffing her face.

"Now you see why I like dessert so much," Charlie murmurs in her ear.

Santana swallows and glares at Charlie rebuffing her advances quickly. "I said food first, sex later."

Charlie scoffed as Quinn snorted at this. "Get her something to drink, it'll help with the hunger," She said shooting Charlie a look.

Charlie sighs and disappears from behind Santana who didn't seem to notice. "Fuck this is good."

"Please don't become like Charlie and make this all you eat. I don't think I could stand it, if the two of you just sat around eating cake all day," Quinn said watching as Charlie brought back a mug filled with what she could only imagine was blood. "We didn't have any other glasses?"

"She'll probably like it warm." Charlie said putting the glass into Santana's hand when she reaches for one of the fruit. "Take a sip."

Santana does and crinkles her nose at it, but the hunger does dissipate nearly immediately, and she looks at the contents of the cup noting how it was dark red. "Is this—?"

"Human blood, a glass a day should keep you sane, and stop you from eating everything that isn't bolted down," Quinn said slowly. "You haven't noticed it yet, but you've been going at what is probably your top speed. You stopped Charlie from hugging you when she was moving towards you and she was going at full speed, it worked."

Santana stared at the mug, for a moment, "You drink this? And how do you do the fang thing do you just bare you—oh there it is." She runs her tongue along her elongated fangs and looks at Charlie. "I vant to suck your blood."

Quinn snorted as Charlie blinked at the lameness of it all and patted her on the head. She moves to put the food down on the dresser. "Finish drinking your blood," She says tapping on the mug.

Santana huffed at being told what to do but brings the blood back to her lips groaning as she feels Quinn's hand's roaming along her body, "Thought you said this wasn't about the sex."

"Lied," Quinn said bluntly, her fangs popping out as she leans in and bites Santana's neck.

Pleasure courses through her body, like all her nerve endings were lighting up and the mug slips from her hand, "Holy shit," it comes out as a moan. It's a moment that Charlie takes to kiss her deeply and she practically melts. She suddenly got it why their libido was so damn high, and she grips Charlie's shirt, deepening the kiss.

~O~

Santana gasped for air, as she flops back on the bed, she wasn't tired and she knew she could continue on for the rest of the night but it seemed like the right to bring up what was on her mind. "I think we've wrecked the structural integrity of this bed."

Quinn looked over at Charlie who had a dopey grin on her face, "That hasn't happened in years," she said with a pleased smile on her face. "Don't worry we'll get it fixed."

"By that you mean Blaine will fix it for us. You need to give him a raise." Santana laughed. "No wonder you two are perverts. That's the best sex I've ever had."

"Should we be offended?" Quinn said sitting up and smacking Charlie's leg.

"No, you only managed to top yourselves, I didn't know how much you two were holding back," Santana said watching them. "What are you two planning?"

"It's a surprise," Charlie said kissing her forehead. "I'll be back."

Santana gives her a thumb's up and flops her head back on the comfortable pillow, she could feel the bed creak at the sudden movement. "I'm really worried about the integrity of this bed."

"Don't worry we still have the shower, the floor, the couch." Quinn said running her finger along Santana's stomach. "But before we worry about that, we have something for you."

It's a smirk that Quinn's had before and she shakes her head, she wasn't doing that. "If you think you're putting a collar on me again, I swear that I'm going to head back to my room and ignore the two of you for the rest of eternity."

"Don't be dramatic, you're not our pet you're our equal, and you mean the world to us, but we still want people to know you're ours, just like we're yours. So, we had this crafted for you and for us."

Charlie reappeared carrying a rather large ring box and opens it revealing three separate rings. "The middle one is yours." Charlie said pointing to the middle one with a large red diamond in the middle surrounded by two smaller diamonds.

Santana sits up in surprise, "I—" she narrows her eyes at Quinn. "Aren't you still married?"

"The marriage was dissolved, once you agreed to join us. Rachel is not happy, but you and Charlie are my family."

"Don't forget about Sam," Santana said absentmindedly. Sam was family too. She wondered if she was now like his step-mother or something, he'd probably hate that.

"You know what I mean," Quinn said, taking Santana's hand and sliding the ring onto her finger.

Santana hesitates looking at the ring, the craftsmanship was amazing, and she bites her lip. "Which one is yours?"

Quinn pointed to the one with the green diamond with the two smaller diamonds beside it. She lets Santana put it on her finger and nods to Charlie's ones which was the only one that looked radically different, but it matched the same pattern. With a large blue diamond that seemed to be encased in the black platinum band. It had two smaller diamonds encased as well. "I wanted her to get a matching one, but she pointed out rightly that considering how often she sticks her hand through people these days, she would probably lose the diamonds in someone's torso."

Santana laughed, "Practical," She takes Charlie's hand. "Don't lose it." Santana orders pulling Charlie in for a kiss. "And clean it," Santana adds, she'd seen Charlie's hands on the battlefield. She turns to look at Quinn and kisses her, "You were saying something about having sex on a place that isn't this bed?"

Quinn laughed, "It's a good thing our tub can hold all three of us."