"Have I mentioned what a terrible idea this is?" Quinn bitched as she was made up to go on the camera. "Charlie is far better at this, people like her."

Santana sighed turning to Charlie who was sitting on a couch peeling an apple with a knife. All Quinn had done all morning was bitch about the upcoming interview. It was infuriating. Charlie, like usual had been absolutely no help. If she wanted to get this done, she would simply need to go to the tried and true method of bribery. "Quinn, if you get this done Charlie will do that thing you like in bed so much." You could hear a pin drop as every vampire turned to stare at her, incredulously. "Right Charlie?" Santana said turning to look at the vampire hoping for some back up, she was sorely disappointed when Charlie just blinked twice. "Right?"

Charlie released the knife and made a gesture at Quinn before flashing Santana a smile.

The fake smile on Santana's face drops and she turns to Quinn for a translation, Charlie generally did whatever she asked within reason and she had hoped that this was within reason. They liked having sex with each other she didn't know why that this was even a big deal.

Quinn hums and watches as Charlie finishes making her gestures before looking at Santana, "She said to leave her out of this. If you want to bribe me then offer to do the thing I like in bed. Which I think is a brilliant idea. If you want me to continue this, you're going to do the thing I like in bed. You're the one that wants to protect the humans after all."

"You're doing this to make people come forward, we need to find the vampire from the black court remember," Santana reminds her but when Quinn merely shrugs. "I already told you that I have no intention of being some blood whore."

"I don't want to drink your blood, I want you to do the thing that I like in the bedroom. I've watched what you eat, your blood probably tastes too sweet," Quinn scoffs. She swats Blaine away as she stands up." Do we have a deal?"

Santana turned to look at Charlie hoping that the look on her face would implore the vampire to do anything. She was met with an amused smile. "Of course. You're the sexual harasser," Santana muttered under her breath watching as Charlie stood up. She turns her attention back to Quinn, "What's the thing that you like in bed?"

Quinn laughed, "You think that I'm going to let you off that easy?"

Santana scowled and crossed her arms, they were probably teasing her. It wasn't as if she hadn't noticed the small exchanges between the two of them. "Fine, but I'm allowed to say no to whatever kinky ass thing you want."

Quinn smirked, "Very well then," she says before looking at Charlie. "It looks like you're off the hook. Shouldn't you be training that squire. He needs to start earning his keep. All he does is eat and fuck. Are you sure he's worth it?"

Charlie shrugged, and turned to look at Blaine who disappeared and suddenly appeared with a small briefcase which he opened up revealing a revolver which Charlie picks up.

Santana immediately stumbles back, Charlie seemed to be very careless with where she was pointing the damn thing and she had no intention of being shot. The last time she had seen one of those, Quinn had put a bullet through her brain. "I thought the reason you banished guns was so crazy irresponsible people didn't have them."

"Guns are banned because they are the great equalizer," Quinn corrects Before realizing that Santana had made a joke at Charlie's expense. One that seemed to go over her twin's head entirely. "At least in theory. In reality, a vampire would have to be terribly slow and or injured to be taken off guard by a damn gun shot by a human, but even a human can get a lucky shot. Personally, I could care less, a bullet to the head just makes me angry. Would you like to see what happens when Charlie gets shot?"

Santana shivered, "It will probably make her angry as well. You might not be able to die but you do feel pain and I can imagine that pain makes you angry," Santana said dismissively. "I wrote something down for you to say so you're not—well you. The people need to know that they're safe and that you care about their wellbeing. It's best to be as honest as possible while not telling them everything," Santana shuffled some papers that she had written on and offered them to Quinn.

Quinn takes them and reads them over, "You want me to say this?"

"It'll make the people feel better, and announcing elections will be a good thing. You want the humans to trust you or at this point like you. If you mention Hunter's death because of his crimes against humanity and general jackassery, and apologize for not doing something about it sooner, that'll earn you some points. If you mention that you've been on the hunt the vampires from down South, that will get people to listen."

Quinn scowls at this and looks over at Charlie, "Must I? You have one of those faces Charlie, the people love you."

"The people are terrified of her, she saves a baby and they still freak out," Santana said. "It's best that you talk to them directly, and let them know what's going on. Charlie doesn't talk, remember and you're the only person who understands her weird hand motions."

"It's all about context," Quinn muses. "Very well, but if this doesn't work Santana I am going to shake some answers out of people. Or better yet have Charlie do it."

Santana nods, all she could do now was pray that it worked. "Right."

Quinn smiles and looks at Charlie, "Seriously Charlie, he's a menace go and turn him into something resembling knight material. I'll handle this."

Charlie nods and turns to walk out before stopping and walking back to Santana and patting her head flashing her a smile, before disappearing.

Santana blinks twice and shakes her head, she'd never get used to that. She turns to look at Quinn for a moment, "Now that she's gone you weren't actually being serious—"

"I was. I expect you at my quarters tonight, wear something that you don't mind getting dirty," Quinn interrupts briskly before turning to Blaine. "Now where is that interviewer, is it Burt's boy the one that you had a dalliance with? Broke poor Sam's heart."

"It is, he was eager to do it on such short notice," Blaine said looking away under Quinn's harsh gaze. "I must remind you that you do need Burt he does keep most of the other shifters happy. You don't want an open rebellion on your hands."

"No, I suppose not and I certainly don't want shifter blood on my jacket." Quinn huffs. "I like these clothes they make me look regal don't you think so Santana?"

Santana stared at Quinn noting the irritating half smile on her face and shakes her head, she wasn't falling for that one. "Don't go fishing for compliments, come on we need to get the broadcast ready, you need to go over the interview questions."

Quinn sighs and rolls her eyes, "Very well but don't be late tonight," Quinn says before turning to walk out the room and go and greet her guests.

Santana shudders, she really hoped that it wasn't anything to weird. Maybe if she wore something that looked a bit shabby Quinn would just laugh and kick her out. She could live with that.

~O~

"You're late, I was getting cold."

Santana's jaw nearly hit the floor, Quinn was of course only in a small towel that barely covered anything. She could see nearly everything, and if she just bent down a little, she'd get an unobstructed view of her—

"I know you like what you see Santana but I didn't call you here to leer at me, if I wanted that I'd simply talk to my sister. Now come along," Quinn said briskly.

Santana stumbled in after her, trying to get her brain to work for just a moment. "I don't—I don't want to have sex with you," she says finally managing to get the words out.

"We've had this conversation before Santana, I know when you're lying. I don't even need to hear the hitch in your voice, the fact that your heart rate has picked up, I can see that your eyes are dilated, and you smell delightful by the way, but let us not get ahead of ourselves. You have a job to do and you're going to do it."

"You have—"

"Charlie's not here," Quinn reminds her as she drops her towel and stretches out on her bed. "So that's why you're going to give me a very long massage. I love my sister dearly but she is not patient, and she rarely ever gives me the pampering I deserve. And that's what I want right now, I want a massage. The oils and minerals are over there, I'm going to assume that you know what you're doing with your hands."

Santana's jaw opened but no words came out as she stared at Quinn's naked form, she could only nod mutely causing Quinn to stretch out a bit more.

"Excellent. Get to work then and if I think you're getting frisky well then you're simply going to lose your hands," Quinn threatened absent mindedly. "Now get on with it."

Santana stares at Quinn for a moment before stumbling towards where the oils were laid out, in an order and she quickly opens a bottle and squirts it onto Quinn's back. All she needed to do was rub it in and just knead her back and muscles. She could do that, and she wasn't sure if she was actually going to lose her hands. Quinn did have a rather dry sense of humor. It takes her another moment before she actually touches Quinn's skin. It's cold, but she expected that.

"I don't bite."

Santana blinks at the words and shakes her head, it seemed to shatter her nerves and she gives Quinn a dry look. "Yes, you do. You're a vampire, you have fangs you've probably bitten millions of people."

Quinn lets out a low groan as Santana begins to work. "Hardly, I am very particular with whom I bite. After I turned of course that was a different story, I hunted and killed because the hunger wouldn't subside, but once Sue found us and brought us back from our feral states, I've been careful about who I partake from. My sister is even more particular about who she feeds upon."

"Oh."

"You need to stop making assumptions Santana, they make you look like an ass," Quinn says jerking when Santana swats her on the back. She turns to glare at the human who doesn't shrink away.

"I am not an ass. You just admitted you've killed hundreds of people, I'm not wrong. You have bitten people before, you do bite. It's your thing you're a vampire. Just own it." Santana says as she begins to work on Quinn's shoulder blades. She had no idea a vampire could be this tense.

Quinn shivered and relaxed. "Yes, but you assume that we're going to hurt you."

"I assume that Charlie is going to sexually harass me whenever she gets me alone. I assume you're going to be a dick to me and try and put me off my game. I'm hardly ever wrong about these assumptions. What I am wrong about is your intentions. I thought you were going to try and have sex with me."

"You've already made it abundantly clear that even though you are physically attracted to us you don't trust us to not feed from you. We're certainly not going to force you or seduce you, if you want to have sex with us you know where our door is." Quinn said briskly before groaning as Santana finds her sweet spot. "Right there, just keep at it right there."

"You really wouldn't—"

"You know of our past, why would we ever force someone to do something that they do not wish to do. There are plenty of people who do want to sleep with us, and don't have the same issues that you seem to have Santana. Perhaps one day you'll trust me enough to do it. At this point in time though you have just gotten another promotion. Since Charlie hates doing this for me you're going to do it."

"What?"

"You're surprisingly good at it, so you're going to do it, once a week should be sufficient." Quinn sighed. "Charlie was right keeping you around was the smartest idea she's ever had."

Santana scowled, "That's right get in on the sexual harassment," Santana sighed she didn't quite know what to make of Quinn she seemed harmless like this and if this put her in a better mood afterwards she'd be happy to continue doing it.