Quinn and Santana walked up to a large black man at the door of the club. Quinn chuckled and whispered something in his ear. He nodded, smiling back and unclasping the velvet rope. Rachel followed them through the tall front door.
The foyer smelled musty and the sudden heat from tons of bodies pressing against each other rushed onto her. She felt a pair of hands grabbing at her back and turned to see Quinn grabbing her coat. "For the coat check." She nodded and allowed Quinn to take it off. Santana stared at the two of them and gave a sly smile. Quinn leaned over the counter of the check and whispered into the ear of the coat check girl. She smiled back and nodded, pointing to someone on the dance floor.
Quinn pushed her a bit, into the club. She peered around, staring at the people moving along to the bass of the techno music. Quinn grabbed Rachel's hand and pulled her into a back hallway. Santana followed behind.
"I need to ask you something." Quinn put her hand against the wall, Rachel face-to-face with her. Santana stood behind her and crossed her arms. "I need to show you something." Quinn leaned in and whispered. Rachel gulped, her breath shaky from Quinn being so close. "Mm-hm." Quinn looked towards the back end of the hallway.
"If I told you I wasn't exactly…human. How would you feel?" She stared deeply into Rachel's eyes. Rachel tried to look around and think but couldn't. She didn't dare break Quinn's eye contact. "I-I…I don't know. I really wouldn't believe you. I would think you were messing with me…I guess." Rachel bit at her lip. Quinn looked down and chuckled darkly. "Okay." She whispered.
Quinn grabbed her hand again and walked through the door at the very end of the hallway. She pushed the door open. Two security guys stepped apart and let Santana and Quinn through. They were in another hallway. Quinn opened a door on the right and let Rachel through. Rachel turned around and saw her and Santana standing in the doorway.
"You'll believe me after you see this." The door shut and Rachel heard it lock. She slightly panicked, looking around. There were no windows that showed the outside world. Just concrete walls and floors, a dim light hanging from the ceiling, and a window that presumably saw into one of the other rooms. A light suddenly went on in it.
Rachel saw Quinn and Santana walk in. She noticed Brittany in the back and three girls she didn't know sitting in chairs lined along the left wall. She saw Quinn walk over to Brittany and whisper in her ear. There seemed to be a lot of whispering going on tonight. Brittany nodded and walked over to a small table in the back. All that was on it were a few candles and a boombox. Brittany hit what Rachel assumed was the PLAY button.
A bass radiated throughout the floor and vibrated off the window. The girls sitting didn't seem to notice Rachel. Rachel realized she was looking through a two-way mirror. She sighed deeply, anticipating what was going to happen next. Rachel thought she recognized the song. What was the name of the group? Depeche Mode?
Quinn slowly slid off her leather jacket, eyeing the girls. Santana was already talking to one of them, whispering into their ear. She had chosen the third girl, a redhead. The first girl had a black pixie cut and the second had long blonde hair. Quinn walked over to the pixie-haired girl and spread her legs apart, sitting on the girl's lap. Rachel didn't know if the girls were gay, but they seemed to be fine with all the physical contact that was going on.
Quinn started un-buttoning the girl's black blouse and kissing down her neck. Rachel turned her head away slightly. Was she supposed to be watching this part? She looked back up anyway. Part of her was turned on. She didn't think she was gay, but Quinn was so…attractive. Quinn un-buttoned the girl's pants and slid her hand down her stomach. The girl leaned her head back and left her mouth a bit agape, then wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck. Rachel gnawed on her lip, almost wanting to fan herself. What did Quinn want her to see? That she was a lesbian and liked hooking up in the back rooms of clubs?
Quinn turned her head and looked through the window, staring down Rachel. She smirked and mouthed 'watch'. Quinn gave a wider smile and Rachel noticed something. Two sharp teeth noticeably longer than all the others in Quinn's mouth. Rachel walked closer to the window, pressing her face to assure herself she was seeing correctly. To see if Quinn was really a…vampire.
That's what the non-human thing was about, right? Somehow being a…vampire. But that couldn't be it. She had to be one of those people who said they were vampires but just got their teeth changed and cut other people to drink blood. Right?
She looked over at Santana and then over at Brittany. They kept looking at each other more than the girls but would turn back to them. Santana looked at Rachel too and smiled, also showing a pair of fangs. Rachel hadn't seen those before. She also noticed Santana's normally dark brown eyes were a crimson color. They were just contacts. Rachel tried to convince herself, holding a hand to her beating heart.
Quinn leaned over the girl's neck and bit down. Rachel gasped to herself. What if this turned into one of those scenes, like in the movies? The ones where a vampire lost control and tore apart the person they were feeding from? Like in The Lost Boys? Rachel shook her head. Quinn was not a vampire. But the name of the club. Le Club Mort Vampire.
She looked back up and squint her eyes, afraid. She pressed her hands against the glass and leaned in even closer, smashing her nose. All the girl was doing was gripping onto Quinn's shirt, leaning into her shoulder. She appeared to be panting. Quinn still had her hand in the girl's pants. Rachel heard a moan seep through the music. She stared over at Brittany and Santana. They were also biting down on the girls' necks. Rachel stared back at Quinn. She was making out with the girl, pulling her own blouse off now. Santana sat up and wiped her lips. Brittany quickly followed. Rachel saw that the girls were simply buttoning up what was undone and standing up, walking over to the two-way, and fixing their hair and makeup.
The door's knob rattled and she turned around. Santana and Brittany walked in, smiling and panting. Santana walked behind Rachel and grabbed her shoulders. "Do you believe Quinn now?" Rachel looked back through the window. Quinn and the black haired girl were still at it. "Keep looking." Santana walked besides her. "She's doing this for you."
Quinn took off her undershirt, only her bra left. She unhooked the girl's bra and kissed down her chest. All the girl was doing was leaning her head back and panting. Quinn was kissing down her stomach and sliding down her skirt. The girl didn't have underwear on. "I'll leave you three alone." Santana chuckled and walked out with Brittany. The door shut and Rachel looked at Quinn, entranced.
She was going down on the girl. Rachel wasn't sure why. What was she supposed to do, look at the display and touch herself? She was confused, since she actually wanted to. But the room she was in really ruined the mood. The girl appeared to finish and Quinn looked up at Rachel with hungry eyes. She walked over to the mirror slowly, then pressed her lips against it.
Even though it was so stupid and weird, Rachel leaned over and pressed her lips to the glass between her and Quinn.