Rachel stared around the dingy subway car. It wasn't very full, the only people on it being a few club kids and business men. She had only ridden the subway about few times. It was a tradition for her dads to take her to see a Broadway show each year, so the subway was the normal mode of transportation.
She stared at the rolling LED banner, noticing it listed the stop she needed to get off on. She stood up, brushing her dark red trench coat off. The car's overhead speaker dinged and she stepped outside the sliding doors.
At the park, Rachel noticed a well lit bench and decided that's where she would sit. It was her safest bet from being kidnapped.
It was fairly quiet, except for a few dogs barking and the occasional rustling of leaves. She looked around, seeing if anyone else would be in a New York City park at the hour. Only a few homeless people sleeping under trees.
She suddenly heard what sounded like hushed giggles. She whipped her head around, trying to get a good look behind the trees. No one was there. She heard the sound again and felt a gush of wind behind her. More giggling.
She shut her eyes and started humming. It always helped her when she was scared. The noises stopped but the wind seemed to be picking up. She hummed louder and held her hands together tightly. She thought she heard a husky voice softly say 'alright girls'.
"You okay?" she jumped a little, looking up. Quinn Fabray was in a tree, sitting on the branches like it was a normal everyday thing. She smirked at Rachel, chuckling. "You seem a little," she hopped down, her boots making a loud clunk as they hit the cement "-jumpy." Quinn lit a cigarette and licked her lips.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Just haven't been in the city for while." She stared down at the cracks in the sidewalk. Quinn laughed and sat down next to her. She laid her arm across the back of the bench, the other one bringing the cigarette to her lips. She blew a few smoke rings then turned to look at Rachel.
"What do you think so far?" Quinn smirked. Rachel looked up at her, admiring her pretty lips in the streetlamp's light. "Uh, of what?" Rachel rubbed her hands against her jacket. Quinn leaned in a tad closer and said "School, the city, life…" she took another long drag and blew out "-the night." Rachel stared into her eyes, captivated. Normally a line like that would have sounded so cheesy, but coming from Quinn, in her slightly husky voice, made it sound…cool. Profound. A tone it wouldn't have normally taken.
"Oh well…oh..uhm…" Rachel nervously laughed, her mind scrambled under Quinn's gaze. "It's pretty good. I mean I met Santana, Brittany,…" Rachel looked back up at the pink haired beauty. "Ah, you…" Rachel allowed her hand to be closer to Quinn.
"Mmmm." Quinn shut her eyes for a minute and tapped the cigarette. "Me." Quinn nodded her head and leaned in closer. She moved her arm on the bench, bending it so her hand could hold her head. She was only 3 inches from Rachel's face. "What do you think of me so far?" Quinn gave a small smirk.
Rachel eyed Quinn up and down. She took in her worn leather jacket, her tight jeans, her shiny Doc Martens, and against all the black, a crisp white blouse. Quinn was so stunning. It was like she was some comic book character come to life. "I'm waiting, new meat." Quinn smiled.
"Hey lovebirds." Santana chuckled, standing in front of the two of them. Quinn looked down and laughed, leaning away from Rachel. Rachel shook her head a little, coming out of the moment between her and Quinn.
"So, have you told her where we're going?" Santana gave a devilish smile. "No." Quinn stood up and stomped out her cigarette.
"Stand up new meat." Quinn made an up motion with her fingers. Rachel nodded and straightened her jacket out.
"Open the jacket." Rachel gave a puzzled look "Why?" Quinn walked closer. "We need to see what you're wearing. We're going somewhere special." Rachel nodded again, opening the trench coat. Under it was a black dress and some black pantyhose. She had chosen to worn some silver wedges to make it look like she wasn't going to a funeral.
"Cute." Santana said. Rachel closed her coat and followed the two other girls, who were now walking towards the street.
"Where's Brittany?" She asked Santana. "Britt will meet us where were going. She's got something special for all of us." Quinn peered over at Santana "All of us?" a smile crept across her face. "Well," Santana looked back at Rachel "Me and you." Both the girls chuckled.
"Um, where are we going exactly?" Rachel tried to catch up with them. "A club. Sort of." Quinn slowed down for Rachel. Rachel looked at Santana "What do they do at this 'sort of' club?" Santana laughed and looked ahead. "They dance. Sort of." Rachel was confused. What was with them being so cryptic about it? It was just a club, right?
"And, um, what is the name of this club?" Rachel stuck her hands in her pockets.
"Le Club Mort Vampire. » Quinn replied with a perfect French accent.