AN: Big thanks to those who reviewed! It means a lot! So here's my Thanksgiving gift to you all, even to those who don't celebrate it. So if ya'll could return the favor by reviewing...just saying. ;)

Anyways, those white dresses that Brittany and Santana wear in Rachel's Run Joey Run video during S1's 'Bad Reputation' is basically what I envision Santana and Quinn in this fic to be wearing. (Just to clarify)

Again, there's New Moon dialogue in here, so obviously it's not mine.

So read. enjoy. review!

"Sam?"

It really hadn't been necessary for her to question who it was, especially out loud, since she knew immediately that it was indeed Sam, but she was just so shocked to see him that she couldn't help herself. Her head continued to shake in disbelief as she made her way over to him. "What are you doing here?"

Instead of answering her question, he stepped forward with a broad grin and wrapped his arms around her, surprising her with a hug. She chuckled, a little unsure of where this was coming from, but nevertheless courteously returned the hug.

Sam straightened up and gazed down at Quinn, but kept his arms securely wrapped around her. "It's been a long time since I've seen you, you know that?"

"Yeah, well you're a pretty busy guy." she replied with a smile, all the while subtly disentangling herself from his arms.

To say he was busy would probably be an understatement, after all, Samuel - or Sam as everyone usually called him - was an angel of death.

Sure the title sounded disheartening, but what Sam did wasn't at all dismal. He had one of the most important jobs there was in heaven, which was to bring the newly departed up to Heaven.

He's the angel humans bound for heaven see when they die. Which is how she first met him.

So naturally with people dying all the time, Sam was kept fairly busy. She'd seen him only twice since she'd died. The first was when she was in training for becoming a guardian and the second time was about seven years ago when Jacob's mother got into that accident…

Shaking her head of that awful moment in her life, or afterlife, she focused her attention back on Sam. He looked exactly the same as when she last saw him. Same white button down shirt, same white pants, and matching shoes. He hadn't aged a day but that was expected since angels never did. While he looked to be around her age, Sam was actually hundreds of years old.

He still had yet to tell her his exact age.

"So what are you doing here?" she asked again, but almost instantaneously she answered her own question.

Why else would a death angel be on earth if not to collect someone?

Her entire body went rigid as a horrifying thought came to mind. Surely he couldn't be here for Jacob.

There was no way.

Oh God, what if he was?

"Hey, hey, take it easy." She must've looked as uneasy as she felt because suddenly Sam's hands were on her shoulders, steadying her, "I'm not here on business, Quinn." he assured her with a gentle smile. "You can relax."

The heavy weight that had settled on her lungs for those few seconds was instantly lifted off at his words. She instantly found herself able to breathe properly again. "So why are you here, then?" her brow furrowed in confusion, "Don't you have a lot work to do?"

"Not really." he grinned. "You see we've finally got some more recruits finished with their training so they're ready to help out with the hefty workload."

"Well that's great." she said truthfully as she briefly touched his arm. "You work harder than any angel I've ever met."

He nodded in agreement, "Yeah, it's nice to actually have some free time for once. It's not much but it's definitely a step up from the zero free time I had before." He scratched the back of his neck as he glanced around at their surroundings, almost as if he was looking for something, or someone. "So…uh…where's your charge?"

"He's…uh…working at the moment."

She wasn't quite sure what he knew, if he knew, about werewolves so she decided it would just be safer to just not bring it up at all. But with him being a death angel after all, surely he must know about the supernatural creatures that roamed the earth. Despite that, she kept her mouth shut about the matter.

"Oh." Sam looked a little confused. "Well, uh, not to tell you how to do your job or anything, but shouldn't you like…be watching over him?"

"Well, I don't have to watch over him every single second. But if he needs me, I'll know. " she replied, but now that he mentioned Jacob, she was starting to wonder if it had been a half hour yet.

Suddenly that gnawing pain was back. The one that always seemed to arise whenever she wasn't near Jacob.

When she first felt it, she just figured it was something to do with her bond to him as his guardian angel, but it had only started as of late so she was starting to think that maybe there was more to it than she realized.

"So how is that?" he wondered. "Being a guardian to a werewolf."

So he did know.

She shrugged, "It's no different from having a human charge really. A little more entertaining but that's it." She didn't want to go into too much detail, in fear of accidentally mentioning that her charge, as well as his pack, could see her.

"So…does that mean you're free to hang out?" Sam asked with a hopeful smile.

She arched her eyebrow skeptically, "Hang out? Is that why you came down here? To hang out…with me?" She couldn't help but frown a little. Why would he want to do that?

Sure she considered him a friend but like she mentioned before, they'd only ever encountered each other twice before this.

He nodded, his cheeks reddening as he chuckled sheepishly, "Well yeah, pretty much. Is that weird?"

"Uh no, not weird." she assured. "Just unexpected is all."

"Good." he replied, relieved.

"So what exactly did you want to do?" she wondered when they fell into a momentary lapse of silence, with Sam just staring at her.

Sam coughed into his hand before running his fingers through his hair, shaking his head, "I don't really know to be honest." Like he'd said before, he never really got a lot of free time, so hanging out, especially with a girl (a girl he really liked) was completely uncharted territory for him.

"I just wanna…well," he dropped his hand exasperatedly only to shove it into his right pocket, "spend time with you."

He gave a slight wince as if he expected her to scold him for that.

Which she didn't of course. She merely replied with, "Oh, okay." She really didn't know what to say to him. He was acting so odd and she couldn't understand why.

She kind of wished she had Santana with her just so she could spell it out for her what exactly was up with Sam. After all, Santana had way more experience with boys in her lifetime than she ever did.

"C'mon lets go to the cliffs." Sam abruptly took her hand and together they reappeared on top of one of La Push's cliffs. The spot in particular was usually where the pack liked to cliff dive, she realized. Swiping her dress underneath her bottom, she took a seat next to Sam, who sat on the very edge with his legs dangling off over the side.

"So how's Santana?" Sam wondered. "Do you still get to see her?"

"She's still, well, Santana." she chuckled, nodding her head, "And yeah, I see her a lot actually. Her charge is permanently living in town now so we get to hang out more than before."

She peered over the edge and watched the waves crash against the side. Even if she was already dead, she could never imagine jumping off a cliff for fun.

She straightened up and glanced back at Sam, and found that he was again staring at her. "Do I have something on my face?" she asked, her right hand brushing across her cheek, "Because you haven't stopped staring me…"

"Oh no. Nothing like that." he laughed, shaking his head. "It's just, you've got really mesmerizing eyes."

Quinn pursed her lips together before nodding. "Uh, thank you."

"So…" she watched as he scratched behind his ear, "do you like Star Wars?"

She stared at him blankly for a second before chuckling. "Uh, that was a little after my time…"

But she still knew what it was, well, vaguely.

"I watched it for the first time just recently. And I've decided it's like the most amazing thing on the planet."

She couldn't help but laugh at the seriousness of his voice. "And how did you manage that? I thought you didn't have any free time."

"Well, I was kind of on the job when it happened." he admitted sheepishly. "This guy died in front of his television and Star Wars was playing and I just couldn't help myself."

"So you just sat there and watched it while the guy's soul just floated around when you were supposed to take him up to heaven." she clarified, staring at him in disbelief.

"Well yeah! And I didn't just watch the original. I had to watch the other five. Which were just as epic- and don't give me that look, Quinn." he laughed. "Have you ever seen Star Wars?"

She shook her head, biting down on her lip to keep from laughing. "No."

"Exactly!" he exclaimed, pointing his finger at her, "Cause if you had, you would get where I'm coming from."

She playfully rolled her eyes, "Uh huh, yeah okay, Sammy."

"Don't you even start with the patronizing tone, Fabray." he warned, reaching out and tickling her side, making her squirm. "Cause last time I checked," he scooted closer so he had a better grip on tickling her, "I'm older than you."

She tried to swat his hands away but he was tickling her so much, she could only laugh.

"Luke, I am your father." Sam said in his best Darth Vader impression, making her laugh even harder.

She shook her head and fought against his merciless torture even more until the tickling stopped. She looked back at him and realized that his face was just inches from hers, with his gaze suddenly fixated on her lips. Before she knew it, his lips were descending down onto hers and….

Snap.

Thankfully she jerked her head to the side at the last second so that Sam's lips met her cheek. She whipped her head back around to the trees to see what had made the noise, only to find nothing there.

At least not anymore. But she knew better.

She looked back at Sam, who was taken aback that she'd dodged his attempt at a kiss, and quickly shuffled to her feet. "I've got to go, Sam." She started to leave but then quickly spun around. "Um, I'll talk to you later?" She nodded before he could respond and disappeared into the forest, leaving him at the cliff.

What a rush. It was about time too. His first real taste of action since becoming a wolf. His heart was still racing, blood still pumping. They'd ripped apart the leech with ease, tearing off his every limb before setting the scraps ablaze.

It made him wish they'd been able to catch the other bloodsucker, the female one. The quick redhead who managed to disappear, along with her scent, making it impossible for them to track her. She'd been doing that a lot lately, according to the pack.

Whatever, they'd killed one and that was good enough for Jacob.

He was just thankful that he could finally get back to Quinn. As much as he liked destroying vampires, having to be away from her was torture. He'd managed to keep his thoughts off of her the entire time he was with the pack (which was not an easy feat) so as he headed back to La Push, he couldn't help but feel proud of himself.

He was on his way back to the house, in his human form, when the wind picked up and carried Quinn's scent along with it. Normally he wouldn't have a problem with this, but he did because her scent was coming from his house. Instead it was coming from the west, near the beach.

His brow furrowed but he changed his path and followed her scent anyways.

As he neared the beach, he headed off toward the cliffs since that was where Quinn's scent was strongly based at. He didn't understand why she was at the cliffs but figured he'd know soon enough. He closed in on the break in the trees, enabling him to clearly hear Quinn. She was having a conversation, he realized. He hesitantly kept moving closer, unsure if Quinn's conversation was something he should be hearing or not. He didn't want to eavesdrop on her.

He ducked his head under a low branch and got a clear view of Quinn sitting on the edge of the cliff, her body turned to her right as she spoke. To him, it just looked like she was having a conversation with herself but he realized she must just be talking to Santana.

That is, until he heard, "Uh huh, yeah okay, Sammy."

Sammy.

As in Sam.

As in a boy.

As in his girl was hanging around some butt-faced angel boy.

He kept his gaze on Quinn and felt his body start to tremble. Now it looked like this angel boy was tickling her.

He couldn't stop the growl that escaped him when the tickling stopped and he took another step forward, only to inadvertently snap a twig under his shoe. Realizing what he'd done, he quickly backtracked. If that angel boy knew he was watching them, he'd be able to piece together the fact that Jacob could see Quinn and he couldn't have that. He couldn't get her in trouble.

With fists clenched at his sides, he sharply turned on his heel and headed back in the direction he came.

He hadn't been walking for more than a minute before he heard his name being called behind him. His body, being the traitor that it was, came to grinding halt. He huffed in frustration and forced himself to continue walking, however painful it was. Stupid imprinting.

"Jacob!"

Keep walking, just keep walking. He mentally chanted.

"Jacob! Stop!"

He ignored her and kept walking, only to have Quinn suddenly appear in front of him, nearly causing him to run into her. "Don't tell me you've suddenly gone deaf all of a sudden."

He merely snorted and made a notion to walk around her, only to have her hand fly out and grab onto his arm with some serious strength. "Let go of me, Quinn." he warned. When she didn't, he gruffly yanked his arm out of her grasp.

She frowned at this. "Jacob-"

"So who was that back there exactly?" he demanded, cutting her off. "Was that your angel boyfriend you forgot to mention?"

"Angel- what? You mean Sam? Oh no, no way." she replied, shaking her head, "He's just a friend of mine." A friend who tried to kiss me…but Jacob doesn't need to know that.

He shook his head disbelievingly, "Yeah, just a friend. Sure."

She touched his arm, hoping it would get him to look at her, "Jacob please, you know I would never lie to you." He kept his attention above her head, refusing to meet her gaze.

Suddenly, as if someone had doused her with a bucket of cold water, she realized what was going on with Jacob. The grin that spread across her face was instantaneous. Jacob finally glanced down at her and his brow furrowed in confusion at her smile.

With a smile still plastered on her face, she quirked an eyebrow. "Is my Jacob jealous?"

He blinked and then scowled, giving a slight scoff. "What? No."

She was touched. Truly touched that Jacob was jealous of Sam. Even though he had no reason to be. "Jacob," she chuckled softly, before craning her neck up to meet his gaze, "believe me when I say that you're the only man in my life right now."

Jacob's wolf instantly relaxed at her words, content with her answer. The anger he felt was instantly washed away. He exhaled deeply and gave her a weak smile before apologizing. "Sorry for being…"

"Jealous?" she supplied with an adorable smile that made his heart melt.

Despite that, he shook his head, "I was not jealous."

She gave him a knowing look before lightly poking his nose. "You know you really shouldn't lie to your guardian angel."

"I'm not lying." he retorted, playfully snapping at her finger with his teeth.

"My my, look how your nose is growing, Pinocchio." she teased.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head, "Whatever you say, short stack."

She scowled and lightly pushed at his chest. "I thought we were past the my being short implications."

"We'll be past them when you actually grow to a normal height." he smirked, leaning down and bumping his nose against hers just to show how much of a height difference their was between them.

She giggled and put her right hand to his cheek before she pushed his face away.

"Gee, thanks for that, Quinn." he said sarcastically before reaching out and wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back to him.

She smiled at this but didn't fight him, it was comfortable. "So on another note, what happened with the vampire?"

"Oh yeah." he smiled at the memory. "It was awesome. We-"

"Santana."

He frowned and looked around, but then remembered that he couldn't see this Santana. "She's here?"

Quinn nodded, looking to her left and blushing as she pulled herself out of his arms. "What's up?"

He waited patiently as Quinn nodded before she looked back up at him. "Santana says that Bella stopped by your house to see you. She figured out your secret and wants to talk to you. Your dad told her you were out so she's waiting down at the beach."

"Well, that's good I guess." he said with a nod, although he wasn't pleased with the idea of having his time with Quinn interrupted.

But Bella was still his friend. He couldn't just shut her out.

Since the beach wasn't far, he stayed in his human form, and walked ahead of Quinn who lagged behind him as she chatted with Santana. He found Bella sitting on the same piece of drift wood tree where he had originally told her the stories about the cold ones and the wolves. Seemed fitting that she'd come here.

"Hey, Bella." His voice seemed to have startled her because she jumped a little. "I knew you could figure it out."

She nodded and stood up. "Yeah, I remember the right story now. Look, Jake, I have to warn you-"

"About the rangers and the hunters?" He figured she'd heard from Charlie about them. "Don't worry about it. We already know."

"Don't worry about it?" she demanded in disbelief. "Jake, they've got guns. They're setting traps and offering rewards and-"

"We can take care of ourselves." he assured, his gaze briefly flickering over to Quinn, who was sitting on a rock. "They're not going to catch anything. They're only making it more difficult-they'll start disappearing soon enough, too."

"Jake!" Bella hissed, completely horrified.

He frowned. "What? It's just a fact."

Her voice was pale with revulsion. "How can you feel that way? You know these people. Charlie's out there!"

"What more can we do?" he retorted.

"Could you…well, try to not be a werewolf?" she suggested.

"Like I have a choice about it Bella!" he shouted, suddenly enraged that she'd even say something like that. "And how would that help anything, if you're worried about people disappearing?"

"Hello! You're the ones killing those people! Jake, isn't there some other way? I mean, if vampires can find a way to survive without murdering people, couldn't you give it a try too?"

His eyebrows shot up and his eyes stared wide. "Killing people?" he repeated. "Bella what are you talking about?"

She blinked. "What am I…Jake, what did you think we were talking about?"

"Your disgust for werewolves." he answered.

"No, Jake. It's not…I don't care about that. That's fine." she promised. "So you're not the reason those people are dying?"

He shook his head, smiling. "No, of course not. We're trying to do our job. Protect the people. We protect them from one thing- our one enemy. It's the reason we exist, because they do. I thought you, of all people, would realize what was really going on."

"You mean there's a vampire in town?"

"There was. But don't worry it wasn't one of your precious Cullens. Just some leech with dreads."

Bella's eyes widened. "Laurent?"

"Huh? Oh, was that his name?" He grinned, a tight, fierce, grin.

"Jake, what were you thinking?" she whispered. "He could have killed you! You don't realize how dangerous-"

He laughed. "Bella, one lone vampire isn't much of a problem for a pack as big as ours. It was so easy, it was hardly fun."

Her brow furrowed. "What was so easy?"

"Killing the bloodsucker." he replied. "You aren't upset about that, are you? Cause those missing hikers, we're sure he was responsible for them. We couldn't let him get away with again. He had to be destroyed. Now it's only a matter of getting that other leech."

"Other?"

He nodded. "This redheaded female. She keeps running-"

Bella's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. "You mean Victoria?"

He sighed exasperatedly. "Bella, you know I don't know these leeches names. Victoria, is it? Whatever. Anyways she keeps on coming back around and we don't know what she wants. Sam thinks that the leech we killed was her mate and apparently vamps get pissed off at that so we'll probably get another chance at her soon. But don't worry, we've got everything under control."

He looked down at Bella, who seemed to have had all the color drained out of her face. "Bella, what's wrong?" He grabbed onto her arm and helped her to sit down before her legs gave out on her.

"V-Victoria." she sputtered out.

He kneeled down in front of her. "What about her?"

"Laurent wasn't her mate." she managed out. "This other vampire, James, was."

"Okay…" He wasn't sure why that mattered.

"Oh God." He watched Bella's hands cover her face before she dropped her head between her legs. She said something, but it was muffled by her hands, so he couldn't really make it out.

"What was that, Bella?" he asked, gently lifting her face up and taking her hands away.

"Victoria." she said again. "She must be after me."

His eyes narrowed into dark slits. "Why?"

"Edward killed James." she whispered. "She must want to get back at him for that. You know, mate for mate. I guess she doesn't know though that he and I…" she swallowed hard. "That things aren't like that with us anymore."

Suddenly things began to make sense. "Is that why the Cullens left?"

Bella nodded.

"This is important." he said again, glancing behind Bella to Quinn, who nodded in agreement. "This is exactly what we needed to know." He pushed himself off his knees and helped her up. "We've got to tell the others right away."

"Where are we going?" she asked. He stopped for a second and looked at her. "Hold on for a minute, okay?"

She frowned, watching as he headed toward the trees. "Where are you going?"

"I'll be back in a few seconds." he promised, disappearing before she could protest. He came back a few moments later and led Bella back to her car.

Santana followed them and smirked at Quinn. "I have a feeling shit's about to go down."

Quinn gave her a disapproving look, "Language, Santana."

Santana rolled her eyes and gave her the finger before making a movement to climb up onto the back of Bella's truck. She frowned at Quinn, who stopped her.

"We're not going with them, Santana." Quinn stated, giving her an extra yank until she was back by her side.

Santana scoffed, "And why the frick not?"

"Because Jacob's pack can see me." Quinn stated, giving her that obvious look.

"Which would make that your problem." Santana stated, huffing in frustration when Jacob and Bella took off. No matter though. She'd just pop on over.

"Our problem." Quinn corrected her. "Need I remind you of what will happen if-"

"No." Santana flat out snapped, rolling her eyes. "You suck, you know that?"

"Sticks and stones, Santana."

"Whatever. We're going. You can hide behind a tree or something." Santana grabbed her wrist and the two of them disappeared.

"Oh, that's likely! I'm sure the leech-lover is just dying to help us out!" Paul roared.

"Now this is something I would pay good money to see in a movie theater." Santana commented, her and Quinn watching the scene with Jacob and Bella and the pack play out from a safe distance away.

Quinn kept behind a tree as an added precaution while Santana chilled out on the opposite side. "Five bucks says the dude wolfs out." Santana proclaimed, briefly glancing back at her only to whip her head back to ensure she didn't miss out on anything.

Quinn peered over her shoulder and no more than five seconds later, Paul exploded into his wolf self. That wasn't surprising.

Then she watched as Jacob phased on the fly to challenge Paul.

That was surprising.

"You know what that means, Q." Santana said slyly, leaning over and nudging her in the ribs. "When they phase back, we'll have front row tickets to a bunch of male nakedness."

Quinn rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Get your head out of the gutter, Santana."

The two of them waited until Paul, Jacob, and Sam finally left the forest and headed up to the house before following them. Instead of following them inside though, Santana and Quinn hung around on the front porch. They watched through the window in silence as the pack, and Bella, gathered around the kitchen table and talked about the predicament at hand while eating.

Santana sighed heavily beside her, causing Quinn to look away from the window and give her a questioning look. Santana kept her gaze on the window as she asked, "Have you ever wondered what your life would've been like had you been born into a different family?"

When Quinn didn't answer right away, Santana nodded her head. "I have."

"I don't like to think about the what ifs." Quinn said softly after a few moments. "Cause then I get angry and I feel resentful. I get this sick feeling just thinking about all the possible ways my life could've played out and-" she shook her head of the thought and sighed, "We're not supposed to feel that way. God gave us our lives, our families for a reason."

"Yeah, cause He hates us." Santana muttered bitterly.

She exhaled deeply. "You know, sometimes I think you're just asking for a reason to get smited or banished."

Santana moved away from the window and gracefully leapt over the porch railing, landing on the grass. "I wouldn't care if I did."

Quinn followed her into the forest, but made sure she was out of view of the pack. "Well you should care. Feeling the wrath of the archangels isn't like getting in trouble with your parents, or with a teacher, or even with the police, Santana."

"There's nothing worse they could do to me, Q. This is already punishment enough."

"Santana-"

"No, I'm serious. I'm born into a fucked up family, live a horrible, lonely, shitty life, and before it can even get any better, the big guy upstairs decides I don't deserve to be alive anymore so he takes what little I have and forces me to become the guardian angel of a girl I could care less about."

Now Quinn was really getting irritated. "It has been eighteen years, Santana. You really need to get over it. What's done is done. No matter how much you complain about being an angel is not going to change the fact that you are dead. That you died from a heroin overdose. That you died with everyone thinking you're the town train wreck. That you died an insecure girl who bullied others. That you died a girl too scared to come out to her abusive parents. That you died a girl who refused to admit her true feelings for her best friend."

"That's easy for you to say!" Santana yelled, causing the birds above to scatter out of their places in the trees. "You never had to go through anything like that!"

Quinn lost it at that. "Yes, Santana. You're absolutely right. My life was absolute perfection compared to yours. I can't relate to you at all, even if I tried. You had abusive parents? Oh my god, oh wait- so did I. You bullied people. I was the one being bullied. You had your glee club, who was like your second family and yet you treated them horribly. You had your cheerleading, and despite the fact that you were a total bitch, you, surprisingly, had many friends. I didn't. And you had someone who loved you unconditionally. I didn't. You ended up dying from a drug overdose because you chose to cope with the pain by shooting a needle up your arm. Where as I died from a car accident I got into on my way to the police station because my father had just raped me. I went through just as much shit as you did, Santana."

Quinn felt hot tears stinging the corners of her eyes. "And you know what makes me want to…" she pushed the thought out of her head even though she wanted nothing more than to say it aloud. "It's the fact that you already know this. I told you all this before, Santana. But for some unknown reason, maybe it's a side effect from all those years of spraying Aquanet in your hair and the chemicals seeped into your brain, you act like you've forgotten or maybe you just don't care because it wasn't about you."

Santana glared at her. "You know damn well that I haven't forgotten what you went through, Q. I just…" her glare turned into an uncomfortable expression, "You know I have problems dealing."

Quinn frowned. "Dealing with what exactly?"

Santana swore under her breath in Spanish before snapping, "My feelings. I can't deal with my feelings. I couldn't when I was alive and I still can't now. Instead I lash out and say stupid things I don't mean. And I'm not just pissed about what happened to me. What happened to you was way worse."

"That's not necessarily true. You-"

"I had everything coming to me. Let's just face it. You said it yourself, I was a bully and a total bitch. But you, you never did anything wrong in your life." Santana waved her off when she tried to protest that comment, "You were, hell, you still are, like every good quality personified and yet you had just as much of a fucked up life as I did. How the hell is that fair?"

Quinn merely shrugged, "No one said anything about life being fair."

Santana shook her head and threw her hands up, "Okay, okay. This is getting way too after school special for me. Can we like just go back to watching the hot half naked werewolves?"

Quinn sighed, shaking her head and turned around to head back, only to have Santana grab onto her wrist. She looked back at her curiously. Santana let go of her arm. "We're cool, right?"

She smiled and nodded. "Of course we are."

Santana linked her arm through Quinn's and the two of them started walking out of the forest together. "So our tempers get the better of us sometimes. So we sometimes fight." Santana glanced over at her and genuinely smiled (something she rarely did), "That's what sisters do."

Quinn chuckled, "So I've heard."

"Now, back to more riveting topics. You better spill the beans about is truly going on with you and your hunky wolf. Are you two boinking each other? Cause as your sister/best friend/all around badass I have a right to know…"

"Santana, would it kill you to try and not ruin one of our could be touching moments?"

"Probably. And you know that sounded so dirty just now? Say that last part in a lower voice and you could be like an angel porn star."

"Santana!"

"What? It's true."

"There are no such things as angel porn stars."

Santana merely shrugged, "There could be. You could be the first. And I'll be like your pimp."

"I don't think porn stars have pimps, Santana. That's prostitutes." When she realized what kind of conversation she was having, she threw her head back and groaned. "Oh, how you've corrupted my mind in the short eighteen years that I've known you."

Santana beamed proudly. "Yeah, well I try...and then I succeed."

AN: Review please and have a happy thanksgiving!