Blaine tilted his head slightly and stared at Santana, he crinkled his nose slightly. "I thought it was Quinn," he says before going back to polishing the silverware.

Santana scowled, before raising her hands to sniff them, they still smelled like the soap that she had used. "I scrubbed myself, why the fuck do I still smell like her?"

Blaine shrugs, "I have long since given up understanding their physiology, though I suggest you ask Quinn or Charlie. You just smell like her. It's quite possible she's marked you, in some way. It should be enough to ward off any other vampires. Though I imagine some people will look at you differently."

"I'm not sleeping with her! She's married and she's in a relationship with her twin. I'm not stupid."

"Yet you joined a terrorist group, instead of being brave and demanding an audience. Honestly it probably would have ended the same," Blaine mused as he finished.

"Not a terrorist and I'm not a pet, Charlie gave me a promotion. I'm her squire," Santana reminded him.

Blaine coughed to hide his laughter and fixed his coat, "That's not a promotion, I suggest you take a look at how Charlie treats her squires before deciding that you've gotten a promotion." He laughs mostly to himself. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to start on dinner."

"Can we have something that isn't mind-blowingly sweet?" Santana asked.

Blaine paused and looked at her, "Do you want to explain to Charlie why her dessert isn't dipped in sugar? That's the trade-off that Quinn has with her. She eats something that resembles an adult meal and she can eat whatever she wants for dessert. If you want something different—"

Santana sighed, "No, that's fine. I'll just talk to Quinn about it," she said hoping to find her. It seemed that she had a lot to discuss with Quinn, including how to get her stupid scent off her. Hopefully it would fade soon. She was tired of people making the assumption she was sleeping with Quinn. She had probably done it on purpose. Hopefully Quinn would be working in the garden. It was probably the safest bet, and she heads down the stairs to go outside.

"You're not Quinn."

Santana paused and turned freezing slightly when she spotted a vampire she had never seen or at the very least noticed before. "No. I'm not," she says and adjusts her collar slightly so that their symbol hits the light and he can see it.

He ignores the collar and instead enters her personal space gripping her chin and looking at her carefully, his expression shifting from confusion to one of lust, as he leered at her. "A human? I mean I had heard—you must be their personal blood bag," he grunts gripping her chin tighter as she struggles to free herself. "Not fair that they get someone as pretty as you giving them blood and they make us all drink from the bags." He muttered mostly to himself as he forced her neck up.

Her neck was lovely and it looked untouched, perhaps they healed her afterwards. Not that it mattered, he was starving, and she was beautiful enough. If it were any other day he would seduce her into his bed and drain her dry but all he wanted right now was a quick bite. Just to feel the blood pulsing into his mouth. Nothing got the temperature just right and nothing tasted better than a dose of adrenaline in the blood either. He moves quickly leaning in and biting down, his fangs extended.

Santana can't help the scream that erupts from her lips; it hurts. It's far more painful than anything that she had ever gone through, she's not even certain how anyone could become a blood whore. She tries to pull away but she can feel his teeth inside her tugging as he slurps noisily on her neck, warm blood spilling onto her shirt. She was going to die, or he was going to turn on her accidentally. Everyone had warned her to stay away from him and she hadn't meant to get caught. "P-please," she begs, tears forming into her eyes as her head begins to spin and black spots start invading her vision.

There's an even sharper sensation as he's pulled off her, and she can feel a chunk of her flesh being pulled off, causing her to scream in agony, as she clutches at her neck hoping that it stemmed the flow of blood. She's barely aware that it's Quinn who is there this time, as she stumbles backwards falling hard onto her ass. She was dying, she was going to die. She was certain of it. She's barely aware of strong arms wrapping around her or the fact that she's moving quickly through the manor, as she slips into unconsciousness.

~O~

Santana gasped loudly as she suddenly threw her hands up in the air and immediately reached for her neck. She half expected for there to be a gigantic chunk that was missing from her neck, but it was smooth. In fact she couldn't feel any bumps and ridges on her neck as she ran her fingers over it.

"You're going to be okay."

Santana turns sharply to where Quinn was sitting reading a book. The vampire looked almost bored, and it infuriated her. "I'm going to be okay? I was bitten. I'm going to be—"

"You're going to be okay," Quinn repeats firmly snapping the book closed and turning to look at her. "You are not going to turn, you are not going to become a blood whore. You were bitten, we healed you. I suggest taking it easy for the next few days. You've lost quite a bit of blood. Noah Puckerman, the vampire that bit you, is being dealt with. My sister's carelessness will be dealt with at a later point. I am sorry that it happened to you. I wasn't paying attention, neither of us were paying attention at the time. Forgive me," Quinn said approaching her slowly. She stops when Santana flinches. "I am not going to hurt you."

Santana nods after a moment. Quinn was the restrained one. "What's going to happen to him?"

"Charlie may have ripped out his eyes, once she arrived. They'll grow back eventually. But he will suffer the consequences. We must make an example out of him so this doesn't happen again. If he ever sees you again, I imagine his first reaction will be to run away. Charlie is very good at that," Quinn said taking a seat on the bed beside Santana. "We promised that you'd be safe, and we let our guard down, and for that you have my deepest apologies. I swear it will not happen again."

Santana touches her neck, unsure. "How? There was like this huge chunk that he ripped out. I don't understand how my neck feels fine. How did you heal me?"

"The same way we healed after we bit humans in the past, with some of my blood. Do not worry you won't turn. Assuming you don't die in the next forty-eight hours or so. My blood will make its way out of your system soon." Quinn explained reaching to gently touch Santana's hand.

"Oh," it's all she can say as she jerks her hand away. Quinn was far too close for her comfort. Her body urged her to both move away and move closer to her, but she just sat there in Quinn's bed staring at the vampire. "I don't know how anyone can be a blood whore—that hurt."

"He's a young vampire, our bite isn't supposed to hurt. He has no idea what he's doing, and going on the blood bags was supposed to help him curb his appetite. It appears he's been missing his meals. Once again my sister's carelessness has proven to be costly."

"Charlie didn't bite me," Santana protests weakly, balking under Quinn's intense gaze.

"It is her responsibility. She knew that. She will learn, and she will apologize once she is finished dealing with him." Quinn promised. "Rest now, no one will dare enter our quarters to get at you. I must see that Blaine has finished cleaning up." She gets up to leave, only for Santana's hand to stop her from leaving.

"I'd feel better if you stayed," Santana admits looking at Quinn. She trusted Quinn, vampire or no. Quinn had control of her actions and what was to stop some other vampire from entering their room and feasting on her. Her presence was a deterrent as far as she was concerned.

Quinn studied her hand for a moment before sitting back down on the bed, and opening her book. "Very well, I will stay," she promises.

Santana nods and leans back against the pillows, she'd never been in their bed before and it felt like she was on a cloud. It certainly felt a lot better than hers, she adjusts as best as she can and just looks at the ceiling, reaching to touch her neck once more. She couldn't believe that it was healed just like that. "I was on my way to find you, I had some questions."

Quinn flipped a page in her book, "They were?" she prompts.

"Your scent, people think that we're having sex or something, or that I'm you."

"People are idiots," Quinn responds, "you smell like the minerals and the perfumes that I have you use when you massage me, you don't actually smell like me," Quinn informs her bluntly. "It will fade eventually. You need to ignore them, all the power in the world and they can't tell the difference between our scents? I should be offended."

"Blaine said it had something to do with your physiology. That it's odder than a normal vampires physiology."

Quinn shrugs, "I wouldn't know, I do know that we're different, vastly so. It's been hypothesized, that we are another breed of vampire all together. It's partially the reason we don't turn anyone. My sister and I need to agree, if we're going to be together for an eternity then we need to find someone that we won't want to kill within a few days. There are very few people that applies too."

"Oh," Santana crinkles her nose. She felt fine, better than fine whatever Quinn had done to her had worked, but she wasn't ready to leave the bed. "Do you drink blood?" Quinn turns to stare at her like she's an idiot and she feels the urge to clarify. "I mean from humans?"

"All the blood that I drink comes from humans," Quinn reminds her, a smile tugging at her lips.

"You know what I mean?"

"Do I?"

Santana scowled at her, "You're a jerk."

"I never claimed to be anything else," Quinn said. "I drink from humans that allow me to drink from them. Even then there needs to be a connection, I don't just bite into random people. It has to be someone that I am intimate with. Someone I trust. I need blood to survive, why would I trust just any regular old human?" Quinn asks.

"I never thought of it like that."

"Most vampires don't share my beliefs, but as you are aware most humans don't share your beliefs. You have learned that correct?"

Santana scowls, "I'm not stupid."

"No, you're not. That of course doesn't mean that you can't be unbelievably stubborn Santana. You know what you want and you go for it, that's an almost admirable trait. Well it would be if you weren't being such a pain in my ass."

"I thought that was Charlie," Santana says and watches as Quinn raises a brow at her. "I'm not sorry."

Quinn snorted at this and shook her head, "Very well, don't be. I wasn't asking for an apology."

Santana nods, "Can I stay here for the night your bed is like super comfortable."

"You wish to share a bed with me?"

"Not in the fun way," Santana says immediately.

"Pity, after a day like today I could use that." Quinn sighed and closed her book. "You may, but only until Charlie comes back."

Santana nods and curls up, underneath the warm blankets, she could get used to this. She suddenly understood why Sam had made it a thing when he was a child. It was comforting, and it was a surprise that Quinn could be comforting.