Rachel pulled back her headband and peered into the mirror. She thought of what Quinn had said, about vampires, and sighed. She felt a heat spread across her cheeks when she remembered what had occurred in the cab. She walked over to her bed and slipped under the covers, wondering what Quinn, Santana, and Brittany were up to. What did vampires do at night? Could they sleep? They had obviously had no problem with sunlight, so maybe they were getting ready for bed just like her.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a tap on her window and saw Quinn nonchalantly sitting on the edge. Rachel shot up, shocked, and ran over to the window. She pushed it open and gripped Quinn's calf. "What are you doing, are you crazy?" Rachel tugged so she would come in, but Quinn stayed in place. Quinn smirked and put her hand on the side of Rachel's face. "You have to invite me in." Rachel's eyes grew wide and she bit her lip. "That's one of the most cliche vampire traits in the book!" Rachel tugged and tugged but Quinn wouldn't budge. "Ask me in." Quinn's smirk grew wider and she allowed her fingers to brush against Rachel's lips. Rachel scowled, but then said "Come in." and leaned back so Quinn could slip in.
A thud hit the floor and Quinn looked around the room. "It's so girly in here." Quinn chuckled and jumped onto the bed. Rachel shut the window and turned around, glancing at Quinn. She still had on the same leather jacket, white blouse, black skinny jeans, and Docs outfit. "I didn't really need to be let in by the way." She stared at the ceiling and let out a laugh. "It just feels nice to be invited." Rachel rolled her eyes and sat on the bed next to Quinn. "Why did you come here?" she messed with one of zippers on the jacket. Quinn rolled on her side and eyed Rachel. "To talk to you." Rachel ran her fingers across the worn leather. "My dads will probably wonder who I'm talking to." "They'll think you've lost a few screws, that's all. Or you let a boy in." She dramatically put her hand over her forehead and gasped. Rachel giggled and laid on her stomach.
"Really..." she let her head rest on her arms, her chin on both wrists. "Why are you here?" Quinn took a piece of Rachel's hair and wrapped it around her finger. Rachel shut her eyes and gave a small smile. "You wanted to know more about vampires, didn't you?" Rachel nodded and laughed. "Okay..." Quinn slid off her jacket and laid down, her face right in front of Rachel's. "What do you wanna know?" Quinn stared at Rachel's thick lashes and cute nose. "Okay," Rachel sat up "I have a few questions." Quinn put her elbows up and rested her head in her palms. "What do you eat?" Rachel looked at her, her eyebrows a tad furrowed.
"Well..." Quinn rolled onto her back again "We drink blood. That's really it." Rachel nodded and clenched her fists together. "Where do you get the blood?" She gulped. Quinn shut her eyes and thought for a minute, trying to think of the best way to explain. "Girls volunteer. Sometimes guys do, but me, Brittany, and Santana prefer to feed from girls. Their blood is much sweeter. The girls who volunteer are usually into kinky stuff, so they get off from the temporary pain." Quinn opened her eyes and looked at Rachel's reaction. She was clutching her necklace and staring at the comforter. "So, you don't transform them or anything, right?" Rachel made eye contact "No..." Quinn replied and hummed for a minute, then touched Rachel's hand. Rachel flinched a little, being interrupted from her inner thoughts. "Do you wanna know how it happens?" Quinn stroked her thumb across the back of Rachel's hand. Rachel nodded 'yes'. "As cheesy as it sounds...you have to be in love with someone to change them. That's how Santana changed Brittany." Rachel leaned in closer to Quinn. "After a confession of true love, a vampire produces a venom that can transform only their lover. That's why a vampire can only ever change about 2 or 3 people. You live so long true love can occur several times." Rachel laid down and stared Quinn in the eye. "Have you ever changed someone?" Rachel touched Quinn's cheek. Quinn shut her eyes and let out a sigh. "Almost. It was a girl, in the 40s. But she met a boy she wanted to marry, so I never got the chance. She wanted to live a short, normal life with him, not an eternal one with me." Her eyes fluttered open. "But I can't blame her. This isn't a life I would wish on anyone. It can get really lonely. I'm lucky to have met Santana and Brittany in the 80s. We've stuck together since then."
Rachel gave a sorrowful look and leaned into Quinn. Their lips locked and Quinn put her leg over Rachel's and pulled in. Their mouths worked together and Rachel fished under Quinn's blouse. She pulled her hand out and started undoing the buttons, her other hand's fingers tracing the protruding collar bone. Quinn felt goosebumps and pulled off Rachel's headband. She slipped off the blouse and ran a hand through the pink hair, giving out a small sigh as Quinn's finger pulled at the elastic waistband of her pajama pants.
"We got interrupted last time." Quinn smiled against Rachel's mouth. Rachel gave out a muffled giggle and brushed her thumb against Quinn's cheek. Quinn pulled back for a second "Are you sure you want to do this?" Rachel opened her eyes and looked puzzled. "What do you mean?" Quinn ran her hand down Rachel's arm. "We met a couple of weeks ago. Don't you think we're going a little fast?" Rachel laughed and kissed down Quinn's neck "You didn't say anything in the cab." Quinn sighed and pulled Rachel in. She felt a hand creep under her wife beater and over her bra. "I think we're past the point of no return." Rachel giggled and pulled off the shirt. Quinn rolled on top of her, kissing down her tan neck and arms. Rachel pulled at Quinn's pants and Quinn undid the silver button, letting Rachel pull them off. "So you're positive you want to do this?" Quinn growled into Rachel's ear "Most definitely."