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"Quinn, can I ask you something?"

She glanced up at Jacob and nodded, although she found herself frowning at the expression on his face. "Yeah, of course. What about?"

He dropped his arm from around her shoulders and looked down at her seriously, slowing down his pace as they walked through the forest. "When you told me about your past, it seems you failed to mention one important detail."

"Oh." She moved her hand from its place around his waist and let it drop to her side. She tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear uncomfortably, knowing exactly what he was referring to. "Right."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

She sighed heavily, folding her arms across her chest self-consciously. "Because I just knew it would upset you. You were already getting worked up about the fact that my dad hit me, there was no way I was going to bring up that he raped me too." She glanced back at him and nodded her head. "See what I mean?" She touched his arm and caressed the length of it up and down in soothing motions. "You're already trembling."

"Well how do you expect me to react, Quinn?" he asked, shrugging his arm away from her touch. "Be all calm and collected? Act like it doesn't bother me that the most important person in my life was hurt and abused by her own father and that there was absolutely nothing I could have done to stop it?"

"Jacob, you weren't even alive when it happened." she reminded gently. "In fact, neither was your father. Now yes, what happened to me was awful and it definitely sucked but I don't want you beating yourself up over something that was completely out of your control." She swiftly stopped in front of him and jabbed his chest with her index finger. "You understand me?"

He snorted, shaking his head as a smile found its way onto his face. "You're utterly adorable when you think you're being tough, you know that?"

She scowled, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Oh shut up."

"Now do you really think that's the kind of language an angel should be using? Hmm?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest and smirking.

Unable to come up with a clever enough response, she resorted to simply sticking her tongue out at him and walking away.

"Not so fast you don't." He jogged after her and scooped her up in his arms in one swift movement. "Ha. Got you."

But no sooner had the words left his mouth that Quinn popped out of his arms. "Now you lost me!" she exclaimed over her shoulder, giggling as she skipped away from him.

He went after her again but just as he reached the tree line, separating the woods from his house, he realized that he had yet to report back to Sam and the pack like he was supposed to.

He swore under his breath and threw his head back when he realized this and immediately brought himself to a stop. "Quinn."

She turned around, just about halfway to the house and looked at him curiously. "What's wrong?"

He pointed back behind himself, to the forest. "I just remembered that I still have to go tell the pack that I went to talk to Edward. Sam's probably wondering where the hell I disappeared to."

"Oh, okay." She walked back over to him and pushed herself up onto her toes, giving him a quick peck. "I'll see you in a little while."

"I'll be back as soon as I can." he assured her before leaning down and returning the kiss. "You'll stay at home and wait for me, right?"

"Actually I was thinking about waiting for you at the top of Mt. Kilimanjaro," she sighed dramatically, "but I guess your house will just have to do."

"My angel: the comedian." he chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes as he placed a kiss to her temple. "I'll be back in a little bit."

As soon as Jacob was out of sight, Quinn popped herself into his room. With really nothing to do until he came back, she picked up his literature book off his desk and plopped down on his bed, turning to a random page. She hadn't read more than two sentences before someone loudly yelled, "Hey, Q!"

Quinn jumped a little and huffed in frustration when she saw Santana sitting across from her, on the edge of Jacob's desk. "Do you have to be so loud?" she asked, closing the book in her hands with a sharp clap.

"What?" Santana pulled her legs up so that she sat cross-legged. "It's not like anyone can hear me."

"Anyways, so how was Italy?"

Santana shrugged. "Eh. It was alright. Obviously Edward's alive so that's good, I guess. I didn't have the chance to go mess with the Pope like I wanted though. But I figured I'd just go back later."

Quinn rolled her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief. "So how'd things go with the Volturi? I find it hard to believe that they let you all leave just like that."

"Okay, let me just start from like the beginning. So yeah, Edward went to the Volturi and asked to executed, but they didn't wanna do it because of his 'gift' so he's all like, I won't live in a world where Bella doesn't exist and all that crap, so he decided he'd expose himself to the humans so then the Volturi have to get rid of him. But of course, Bella stopped him in the nick of time and they're all yadda yadda, I love you, you are my life, they get their mack on. Which in reality is just them crushing their faces together in the most unattractive way possible, but I digress."

"Anyways the two of them and Alice get brought before the Volturi. So Aro - he's the main Volturi dude and looks like a total pedophile if you ask me - he's all like obsessed with the fact that none of their powers work on Bella and he asks her if she wants to join the Volturi when she becomes a vamp and of course Bella's like yeah right, no way in hell. Then they decided that Bella has to die because she knows too much about vamps and could be a threat to their secrecy and blah, blah, blah. Alice steps up, shows Aro her vision of Bella as a vampire so bing, bang, boom they're all free to leave but the catch is that Bella has to be turned into a vampire soon. So yeah, and so ends another chapter in the mostly boring saga that is my charge's life. Any who," Santana propped her chin up in her hand and looked at Quinn expectantly, "what's new with you?"

Figuring that Santana would want the simplified version, Quinn cleared her throat and started.

"Well, Edward found out from Alice that I mentioned I was related to one of the Cullens, he got curious, I told him it was Esme, he offered to take me to meet her. I did. She was wonderful and we really got to know each other and now I'm like an honorary Cullen."

"That's good. Cause you know, you stalking them all this time has been pretty freakin' creepy if you ask me, Q."

Quinn scoffed, then picked up Jacob's pillow and chucked it at her. "For your information I was not stalking them!"

"Whatever gets you through the decade, Q." Santana laughed, throwing the pillow back at her. Her smile faded shortly after though. "But seriously, do you really think it was a good idea letting even more people in on your secret?"

"I couldn't lie to them, Santana." Quinn replied, hugging the pillow close to her chest. "And especially not to Esme. Besides it's not like they will tell anyone. We can trust them."

"I'm sure we can, Quinn, but dude, I'm seriously worried about you." Santana hopped off of Jacob's desk and sat down next to her on the bed. "If all this ends up blowing up in your face and Council gets wind of all this, you'll be in some deep shit. And I mean, way deeper shit that you already were in to begin with."

"I'm well aware of the deep shit, as you so eloquently put it, that I'm in, Santana. But the way I see it, the Council won't ever find out unless someone tells them." Quinn threw her a knowing look. "And by someone I mean you."

Santana frowned. "You know I wouldn't ever do that to you, Q. In fact, I'm a little insulted that you would ever think so. But even then, what if the Council finds out some other way? Or what if they already know? What if they know right this second?"

Quinn scoffed at the very idea before meeting her gaze. "Then what are they waiting for? Huh?"

Santana rolled her eyes. "C'mon, Q. I know angels and supposed to be all kind and compassionate but you know the Council loves handing out punishment even more than fat people love eating food. You've heard the stories. They will smack you down like the hand of God."

"You sure know exactly what to say to make an angel feel better, Santana." Quinn murmured sarcastically as she pushed herself forward so that her feet touched the hardwood floor. She was about to push herself off the bed but then Santana slid forward, the two of them back to being shoulder to shoulder again. "Hey, I'm just being honest with you."

"I know." She looked back at her best friend and sighed heavily. "But humoring me every once and while by saying that everything will work out fine wouldn't kill you, now would it?"

Santana pondered this for a moment before nodding her head. "Yeah, actually, I think it would."

"Jacob's almost home." she announced, standing up and then peering outside his window. She couldn't see him yet but she could clearly hear him running home to her.

Santana smirked, standing upright as well. "I take it that's my cue to get up on out of here so you two can like, do it like the animals that I know that you guys are."

Quinn tore her gaze off the window long enough to shot her a disapproving look. "Santana, please."

"What, you two still aren't doing it? Christ, Q, you have some serious restraint." Santana stared at her, impressed. "If he were mine, that hunk would've lost his virginity like twenty times over already."

Quinn felt her jaw tighten. "Could you go now? He's right outside."

"Sure you don't want me to stay? I could supply some soft jazz to help set the mood. I could do my Barry White impression. Ooh, I know, I know!" She waved down all previous ideas. "I'll sing Physical as you do like a little striptease for Jacob. If you want, I could find you some leg warmers and neon colored spandex, knowing Jacob that could end up being like a fetish he develops or something…."

Quinn snorted, shaking her head at the absurdity that is, unfortunately, her best friend. "You know, these are the times when I really wish you had stayed in the 80's, where you belong."

"That is such b.s. and you know it." Santana wrapped her arm around Quinn's shoulders and squeezed. "Cause you know if that was true, you'd just be a sad, pathetic excuse for an angel. Well, more so than you are now."

"Oh Santana, don't make me take you to the floor." Quinn warned through an unnervingly sugary yet incredibly fake smile.

Santana dropped her hand from around Quinn's shoulders immediately.

Sure she came from Lima Heights and was as tough as they got, but she wasn't stupid. Last time Quinn gave her that particular look was right before they had their first fight which would be later referred to (by her) as the big brawl of '97.

It had been early on in their friendship and while it had been their only real fight to date, it sure as hell left an impression on Santana.

(Not exactly in the way she would've liked but hell, it was her own fault.)

One day she'd taken her attitude and snarky comments too far, pushed one too many of Quinn's buttons and ended up saying things that were low, even for her.

And in result, she…well, it was the only time in the history of her existence where she'd ever had someone else actually go all Lima Heights on her ass.

Yes. She had her own ass handed to her by none other than Quinn Fabray, the angel sweeter than apple fuckin' pie itself, the same girl whose dimples alone make cherubs look like grotesque little trolls in comparison.

The whole thing was utterly humiliating to see the least (and kind of a turn on, depending on what day she reflected back on it. Today was not one of those days, fyi.) but more importantly, it served as a very educational experience.

Because on that day, she had caught a glimpse of the dark side she once thought non-existent in the seemingly pure soul of the Little Miss Sweetheart herself.

While others (both humans and angels alike) might have bragged about the once thought impossible accomplishment that is defeating Santana Lopez in a fight, she was pretty sure that Quinn would sooner saw off her own arms than ever acknowledge, let alone admit to doing such a thing to another angel.

Not that she really minded that part. After all, she had her street cred to protect.

But above all, that particular day stuck in her mind mostly because it was the day Quinn had gotten her respect (A feat rarely accomplished, even by her own family).

"Santana."

She quickly blinked, realizing that she was no longer listening to her own thoughts. "What?" she snapped.

Quinn crossed her arms over her chest. "You were thinking about The fight just now, weren't you?"

She scoffed loudly, pushing her hair to one side. "Was not."

"You do know that, while you sometimes drive me crazy, I would never let something like that happen again, right?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know. Look, you don't have to start apologizing again, Quinn. I understand. You had fifty-seven years of pent up rage and hurt brewing and I come around, giving you shit, making fun of you, taking jabs that were way below the belt, even for me,…of course you snapped. I don't blame you and hell, I sure know I deserved it."

Quinn frowned. "Still, physical violence is not something I advocate by any means."

"That's too bad cause I'm pretty sure you could like, give the archangels a run for their money. Seriously, you are like a genius slapper."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Yeah." Santana said in that obvious tone. "Cause, I learned a very valuable lesson that day. Which is: You don't fuck with Quinn Fabray."

Quinn chuckled. "I won't argue with you on that."

"And that is why you are my best friend." Santana beamed, throwing her arm back around Quinn's shoulders. Holding up her finger, she added, "But just know that one of these decades I will return the smack down. And when I do, it will be epic."

Quinn snorted. "Yeah, an epic fail. You couldn't even take me the first time around."

"I nearly had you and you so know it. You just got lucky."

Quinn pursed her lips together and simply nodded her head. "Yeah, okay."

She glared at her, her eyes narrowed as she dropped her arms again. "Oh shut up. You know, what? Have fun spending yet another night as a virgin. I'm out."

"And you have fun watching Bella sleep for the next ten hours with Edward." Quinn retorted.

Santana scowled, muttering in Spanish under her breath before popping out of Jacob's room.

Jacob stared at the clock hooked onto the wall and inwardly groaned at the time. Only a minute had passed since the last time he looked. God, did he hate this.

He'd only been back at school for a week and already he felt as though he'd here for months. He had almost forgotten how slow time passed when stuck inside a classroom.

He felt like he was in prison. Everything was so much more confined than he ever remembered it being. Especially the desks. They were a complete joke. He couldn't even count how many times he'd gotten stuck in those chairs today alone. He exhaled deeply, doing everything he could to at least try and focus on what his teacher was saying.

But it was useless, he could really care less about what his teacher had to say about King Louis the something or other.

He blamed the Cullens for all this.

If they hadn't returned, the pack's patrols wouldn't be restricted to their own land. Since their patrolling land was so much of a down size compared to before, and what with their pack so large, it left a lot of free time for everyone.

Naturally he initially thought this was great. It meant he would be able to spend twice as much time with Quinn than he had before. Of course that was before his father informed him that he would have to return to school.

Glancing to his right, he noticed Quil fighting to stay awake, with his cheek pressed against his fist. Quil had joined the pack a few days after the Cullens returned. He was ecstatic to finally have his friends back and to be in on the tribe's big secret. Jacob was glad too, he hated having to lie to one of his best friends.

That thought prompted him to look to his left, where Embry sat, only he had long given up on keeping awake. Since the three of them sat in the very back (they kind of had to because the other kids complained that they could never see the board from behind their huge frames), the teacher didn't pay them any attention.

Embry seemed to think that they were always able to get away with sleeping in class because their teacher was secretly scared of them. After all, ever since the pack returned to school, everyone on campus decided that they were involved in some kind of cult. The guys pretty much went along with it because how else would they explain why they all only hung out together or the fact that they all had become twice their size in such a short amount of time?

While he was grateful to have Embry and Quil by his side throughout the day, he wished there was a way Quinn could go to school with him. Having to spend eight hours a day without her was absolute torture. Sometimes it was so unbearable that he'd have to sneak off campus in between classes or during lunch and go see her just to ensure he didn't completely lose his sanity.

Or phase in the middle of the cafeteria.

But he especially hated the fact that while he was at school, Quinn was over at the Cullen house by herself.

While it made it somewhat easier knowing that some of them were back at school just as he was, he still didn't like leaving her alone there. And whether or not angels were stronger than vampires, as Quinn said, the Cullens were still blood sucking vampires.

Although he would admit to finding himself warming up to Esme, but just because of how she treated and loved Quinn. And he guessed the doctor was alright too.

But the others were an entirely different story. He didn't trust a single one of them. (Though he knew the feeling was mutual).

He knew they didn't appreciate the ever lasting wolf smell that lingered around their property these days.

But in his opinion, he was worst off because he had to constant inhale all seven of their bleach stenches whenever Quinn wanted to see them. Sure he stayed outside whenever she came over but their smell was still crazy strong from there. He was pretty sure his constant inhaling of their smell was slowing killing of his brain cells, but he refused to let Quinn hang out there without him there as a precaution (Of course when he was stuck at school, he kind of had to deal with it).

Unfortunately, whenever Quinn came from the Cullen's, she was stuck with a slight vampire stench to her that didn't wear off completely for a few hours. It didn't bother him as much as it did before, as he found her own natural scent becoming strong enough to over power it. He figured it had something to do with their imprinting bond (which was growing stronger with every passing day). The fact that his imprint sometimes smelled like a leech proved difficult when concerning his pack, since they were now suspicious of why he sometimes smelled like a leech. Of course he would lie and merely say he'd been hanging out with Bella, who practically permanently smelt of vampire.

Quinn didn't like that he had to keep so many of her secrets from the pack and had even given him the okay to tell them the truth about her just so he wouldn't have to work so hard on keeping his every thought in line while he was phased.

While he would admit that it was difficult having to keep Quinn's secret (both that she was an angel and that she was related to a Cullen) and it would be nice to not have to lie to them every single day, he had a strong feeling things would not go over well with the pack if they found out that his imprint was a relative to one of the Cullen's.

Sure they had a strong sense of unity, of brotherhood among them all. (Well except for Leah, who was as difficult as ever and never failed to remind everyone of how much of an outsider she felt, even though she was among outsiders). But he couldn't trust them enough to know that they wouldn't hurt her. Or them for that matter.

And since Quinn's safety was his top priority, he wouldn't dare risk doing anything that would jeopardize it.

She had also suggested he tell his dad about her, because it was becoming increasingly difficult having to come up with good enough explanations about what he was doing in his room whenever his dad knocked on his door while he and Quinn were making out.

It was a good thing he had a lock on his door otherwise his father would've already walked in on him seemingly making out with himself more than once.

But again, he couldn't risk it. He didn't trust his dad enough not to talk to Sam or to the elders on the Council about Quinn if he ended up telling him.

"Alright, homework assignment for tonight…"

Jacob pulled himself out of his thoughts and mindlessly scribbled down what his teacher wrote up on the whiteboard. He swore when he saw how much the old bat had assigned.

Just another thing he hated about high school.

After spending eight pointless hours in school, the last thing he wanted to do when he got home was spend another eight hours doing homework.

But lucky for him he had his own private tutor/angel/imprint/girlfriend to help him out. While he knew Quinn was smart, he hadn't realized just how smart until he started back up at school.

She was well versed in every single subject he had. For history, she knew about every single person, every place, every war, and every date that served of any importance.

And for English, she could recite Shakespeare off the top of her head and understand Charles Dickens and all those Old-Englishly written books and explain it to him in a way he could actually understand.

She was like his own, living, breathing, Spark Notes booklet.

As for Chemistry and Algebra, how she could remember all those formulas was beyond him.

Hearing the bell signaling the end of class, ring out above his head, he promptly closed his notebook and proceeded to shove his things back into his backpack.

Thank God, another day over and done with.

Once he had his things all packed up, he carefully eased himself out of his seat, knowing better than to think he could simply get out without some type of maneuvering. Once he was free, he shrugged his backpack onto his shoulder and said a quick goodbye to his friends before quickly leaving the room.

He was out of the parking lot within minutes where he then got on his bike and drove himself home. He was glad his dad wasn't home when he was just so he didn't have to answer all his questions on why he was in such a hurry.

He dropped his backpack off in his room and then proceeded to the kitchen to make himself some sandwiches. He didn't know how much long Quinn planned on staying at the Cullen's after he got there so he figured he'd be better off fortifying himself now.

After scarfing down about six turkey sandwiches, he topped it all off with a liter of soda and then headed outside, stripping himself of his clothes as he went. As soon as his clothes were securely tied to his leg, he phased and left for the Cullen's.

"I can't believe you designed all this." Quinn shook her head in awe, her eyes glancing over the pages in the sketchpad he had in her grasp before setting it down and pulling the blueprints closer to her. She currently sat at Esme's desk, the two of them in her study, which also doubled as Carlisle's personal library. "It's all amazing. Bella and Edward are going to love it."

She handed Esme back her sketchpad, which held all her designs and concepts for Edward and Bella's future cottage. (Thanks to Alice, the whole family now knew about Edward and Bella's little engagement deal. So needless to say that a wedding was definitely in their future).

"I hope so." Esme replied, taking another glance at one of her sketches before closing the notebook and putting it back in the first drawer of her desk. Quinn then proceeded to put the blueprints back where they belonged.

Esme leaned against the edge of her desk, resting her hands behind her. "So I was speaking with Carlisle last night and he has a theory on why you're able to be seen by people."

Quinn looked up, surprised. "Oh?"

"Yes, you said this all started with Jacob. He was the first person to see you?"

Quinn nodded. "Yeah, right after he first became a wolf."

"Well, so far the only people that have been able to see you are Jacob's pack and our family."

"Yeah, only supernatural people now that I think about it."

"Carlisle thinks Jacob's imprinting on you is the reason why." Esme continued. "The fact that he imprinted on you gave you this supernatural connection to Earth."

"Making it so that I could only been seen by the supernatural." Quinn finished, nodding her head. "Well that certainly explains why Bella and Jacob's dad are unable to see me. But what I want to know is how Jacob was able to imprint on me in the first place. I mean, I am technically dead."

Esme sighed, giving a small shrug. "That we're not so sure about, as we're not as familiar with Jacob's tribes beliefs on the whole matter, but I wouldn't worry too much about it. The important thing is that you two are in love and are happy."

"Yeah, you're right."

"So what would you like to do now?" Esme inquired, looking at her expectantly.

Quinn stood up and shrugged, looking around the room before stepping toward the large window to her right. Resting her hands on the windowsill, she peered out the window and instantly got an idea. Turning around, she asked, "Can we look at your garden?"

They headed downstairs at a rather human pace. The house was empty with the exception of the two of them. Carlisle was still at work, just as Alice, Jasper, and Edward were still in school. Emmett and Rosalie had left to go hunting, but Quinn knew that it was just an excuse to have to leave the house. She still had yet to get on Rosalie's good side and so whenever she came over to the house, Rosalie and Emmett either locked themselves in their room, or in the garage, or left the house completely.

She knew Emmett only went along with this to please his wife, since he, like all the other Cullens, actually liked her.

And while Esme tried to reassure her that Rosalie would eventually warm up to her, she figured she wouldn't hold her breath on that.

Esme pushed the sliding back door open and inhaled deeply before stepping outside. "I just love spring, don't you?"

Quinn nodded her head in agreement, following suit before sliding the door closed behind her. "My favorite season."

She gazed at Esme's impressive garden with wonder. It truly was one of the most beautiful gardens she had ever laid her eyes on. "I plant really whatever catches my eye. Or my nose." Esme said with a chuckle, answering the question Quinn was just about to ask.

"You certainly have a variety." Quinn commented, stepping closer and leaning down to smell the lavender flowers.

"I also have planted flowers that I found to best represent each member of our family."

Quinn straightened up and arched her brow in surprise. "Oh?"

Esme nodded and gestured to the small lilac colored flowers in front of her, which grew closer to the ground than the others. "Crocus flowers represent insight."

"Alice." she thought of immediately, chuckling, "She definitely has plenty of insight."

"Mmm-hmm." Esme agreed, before pointing out the bright yellow flowers next to them. "Daffodils represent chivalry."

Quinn pursed her lips together as she thought about which male Cullen would be best represented by them. Certainly all the boys and Carlisle were chivalrous. "I'd have to say Jasper." she decided, figuring that with Southern upbringing he was the most chivalrous of the group.

She followed Esme down the line and stopped at the numerous rose bushes. "Let me guess, Rosalie?"

Esme chuckled and nodded. "Beautiful but if you're not careful, you'll get hurt."

Eyeing the red roses' thorns, Quinn nodded her head in agreement. "That's for sure."

Esme inclined her chin to the tall orange flowering plant next to the roses. "Gladiolas-"

"Emmett." Quinn said instantly, eyeing the flowers up and down. "They symbolize strength and moral integrity."

Esme smiled, impressed. "Very good. I thought they were perfect for him, just by looking at the first syllable."

"I love orchids." Quinn remarked as soon as she took notice of them.

"They represent delicate beauty, which I thought fitting for Bella."

"They are." she assured, glancing over at the red and orange flowers next to them and recognizing them as flowers she had seen in a neighbors garden back in Ohio. She just couldn't remember what they were called.

"Begonias." Esme said softly. "Meaning deep thoughts. That one's also pretty much self-explanatory."

Quinn nodded. "Edward."

"These are peonies." Esme gently brushed her fingers over one of the pink flower's petal. "They represent healing. Also my Carlisle."

"And what about you?" Quinn questioned as Esme started to walk toward the other side of her garden. Quinn followed her gaze as she nodded her head toward the pond in the corner. She walked over to it and sat down on the little bench right next to the pond, peering down at the water before glancing back at Esme. "A lotus flower?"

"Yes. You see, the lotus flower starts out as a small flower down at the bottom of the pond in the mud and muck. It slowly grows up towards the water's surface continually moving towards the light. Once it comes to the surface of the water, it begins to blossom and turns into a beautiful flower."

"So how does it represent you?"

Esme sat down next to her and tucked an out of place strand of hair behind her ear. "Well, lotus flowers, at least for me, represent overcoming. Like the flower, I've been at the bottom of the pond stuck in the mud, where it's dark and dreary and all around unpleasant. But now, thanks to my wonderful family and new chance at life, I have been able to rise above it all to the surface where I'm now am able to enjoy the light."

"I know I've probably said this a dozen times already but you truly are amazing."

Esme smiled appreciatively, clasping her hand before standing up and directing her attention away from the pond. "And my newest addition…."

Although the flowers she was pointing were gorgeous, Quinn couldn't help but frown. "Whose are those?"

"Do you even have to ask?" Esme chuckled when Quinn still looked at her with confusion. "They represent you, silly."

Quinn's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her eyes widening. "Me?"

"Well, yes." she laughed. "You seem to forget that you are apart of this family now, Quinn. I had to include you as well." Her hands moved to her hips. "What kind of grandmother would I be if I didn't?" Quinn shrugged, feeling her cheeks heat up embarrassingly.

Esme watched as Quinn touched one of the flowers. "If you were wondering, the jasmine flower represents grace and elegance. And also I read somewhere that the name Jasmine means, 'God's gift.' Which couldn't be more accurate, if I do say so myself." she said with a proud beaming smile.

Quinn bit down on her bottom lip to ensure she held it together as she managed a warm smile. But quickly figuring that wasn't enough of a show of appreciation, she pushed herself up and stepped into Esme's unsuspecting arms. She let out a short laugh, smiling all the while, instantly enveloping Quinn in a firm, yet gentle, embrace. They stayed like that for a few moments before Esme placed a kiss to the top of her head and then moved one of her arms around Quinn's shoulders. Quinn moved her arm around Esme's waist and walked with her as Esme proceeded to show her the rest of her massive garden.

"So have you always liked to garden or was it something you took up after you became a vampire?" Quinn wondered once Esme finished telling her about her petunias.

"It's always been one of my hobbies. Although growing up I planted more vegetables and fruits than anything. They served more of a purpose than flowers, especially in my mother and father's eyes."

"So what else did you like to do when you were human?"

Esme glanced up and a little knowing smile spread across her lips. Quinn saw this and proceeded follow her gaze, which was on the massive trees that were beyond her garden and marked the beginning of the forest.

It took her a few seconds, but she eventually realized what that meant. She couldn't help but arch her eyebrow at her. "You used to climb trees?"

Esme hardly seemed like the type.

"Mmm-hmm." she responded, looking upward at the tree tops and nodding. "Broke my leg climbing one when I was sixteen. A visiting doctor treated me."

The way she had breathed that last sentence made Quinn blink in surprise, her brain quickly putting two and two together. "You mean Carlisle?"

Esme glanced back and her and nodded, smiling that particular smile she always wore when Carlisle was concerned.

Now Quinn was intrigued. "So have you climbed a tree since then?"

Esme chuckled, shaking her head as she did so. "Oh goodness no."

"Well, we've got to change that." Quinn decided, dropping her arm from Esme's waist only to take her hand and drag her toward the nearest tree.

"Oh, is that so?" she replied, clearly amused.

"C'mon." Quinn dropped her hand and then proceeded to climb up the trunk until she was close enough to lift herself onto a strong enough branch. She glanced back down at Esme and sighed. Evidently she hadn't understood the concept of when someone says, C'mon. "Don't act like you don't want to." she said to her, patiently swinging her legs out in front of her as she waited.

"I hardly think it's the appropriate thing to do." Esme started.

"Why? Afraid to break a hip, dear grandmother?" she teased.

Esme snorted, shaking her head in disbelief.

"C'mon." she pleaded, giving her a slight pout.

"Alright, then." Quinn smiled triumphantly as she watched Esme kick off her heels and then gracefully leap onto the branch above the one she was sitting on.

Quinn looked up and shook her head. "Now I'm no expert, but I do believe the task of tree climbing would require you to, I don't know, actually climb the tree. Not leap onto a branch using your vampire skills."

Esme scoffed, one hand placed on her hip while the other rested against the trunk of the tree. "Well clearly you've never felt the wrath of one Alice Cullen when you ruin the clothes she buys you." she gestured to the skirt she was wearing. "Now I may love her with all my heart, but it is a very terrifying yet traumatizing experience let me tell you."

Quinn pushed herself upright and then proceeded to climb higher, giving a slight chuckle. "I highly doubt that's the case but of course, if you're too chicken…."

"Chicken?" Esme repeated, her eyebrow arched as a short laugh escaped her.

"Or maybe you've just lost your touch, which is perfectly alright, considering your age-"

"You are just asking for it, aren't you?" Esme interrupted, completely dismissing the well-being of her skirt and propping her foot up against the trunk before pushing herself upward and smirking.

He had just about made it to the Cullen house when Quinn's scent crossed his path sooner than expected. Jacob slowed his pace as he looked around the forest for any sight of her. Coming up empty handed, he titled his head back, eyeing the treetops closely. He spotted her instantly, watching with complete confusion as Esme and her proceeded to climb tree from tree at a speed no human would've been able to keep up with, laughing carelessly all the while.

They looked like monkeys, swinging from the treetops like that.

A baleful yip escaped his mouth, serving as his way to get their attention. They immediately stopped their movements and glanced down, smiles spreading across their faces the second they noticed him.

"Hello, Jacob." They both greeted before they hopped off her perch and effortlessly landed on her feet in front of him. Jacob arched his eyebrow at their less than orderly appearances. Both their hair was a little mussed and their clothes wrinkled. The ends of Quinn's dress were no longer pure white and had little tears here and there from the texture of the trees. While Esme had a rather large slit in her skirt.

Taking a quick moment to smooth out her hair, Quinn then stepped forward and closed the gap between them. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a hug. He leaned his head down and nuzzled the side of her cheek, making her giggle. Pulling back, she looked up at him expectantly. "How was school?"

He merely snorted, showing his indifference.

"It couldn't have been that bad." She pushed herself onto her toes and kissed the top of his head before lightly scratching behind his right ear, knowing how much he liked it.

He sighed heavily, practically purring in content before shaking his head and letting her hand drop. He turned around and trotted behind a nearby tree. He quickly phased and reemerged from behind it a few seconds later.

He walked towards Quinn and couldn't help but frown when he saw that Esme had disappeared. "Where'd Esme go?"

"Inside." she replied, "She couldn't have Alice come home and see what a mess she made of the skirt she'd bought her."

He nodded. "So you…uh wanna tell me why you two were up in a tree?"

"We were climbing, Jacob." She gave him a playful eye-roll. "What else do you do in a tree?"

He wrapped his arms around her and shrugged. "Just never suspected Esme as the tree climbing type."

"Yeah, me either." She wrapped her arms around him and sighed when he closed the gap between their lips.

He held her close to his chest, his right hand sliding behind her neck to deepen the kiss. Pressing his lips more firmly to hers, he coaxed them open and sent his tongue to savor her taste. "I love you," he whispered as he moved his mouth to her jaw and down to her neck. She tightened her hold around his neck and pulled herself closer to him.

"I love you too," he heard her whisper back. His lips curve into a smile against her neck.

Quinn let her eyes flutter closed, enjoying the enticing sensations Jacob created just by his touch alone. This, she thought, was paradise. Sliding her hand up from it's place on his shoulder, she threaded her fingers into his short locks and gently tugged, pulling his head from the crook of her neck. She hungrily reclaimed his lips, igniting a low growl from the base of his throat. She was almost sure it would take something of an atomic blast to get them to stop, but then, from over Jacob's shoulder, she saw Sam staring at them.

Mentally swearing, she slowly pried her lips away Jacob's, not wanting to alarm him in anyway. "What's wrong?" he murmured, already leaning down to recapture her lips.

"It's Santana." she replied, instantly hating herself for lying to him, but she knew how he got when Sam was concerned.

He followed her gaze and turned around, but of course he saw no one there. "She needs to talk." Quinn added, taking a step back and wiping the corners of her mouth with her finger. "I'll be right back."

Before he could object, she gave him a quick peck on the lips before disappearing.

Knowing Sam would follow her, she reappeared on the top of the mountainside that served as her and Santana's hang out. She hadn't been standing for more than a second before Sam went off on her. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Now Sam, just listen-"

"Seriously Quinn, what the hell do you think you're doing?" he all but yelled. "Are you that stupid? Do you not realize how much trouble you're getting yourself into?"

Exhaling calmly, she nodded. "I know that, but it's not like the Council knows, Sam."

"But they do know, Quinn."

AN: I just want to say that I don't plan on making this story uber long. My last story was nearly thirty chapters but this time around I'm hoping that I don't go over fifteen. Heck, it might even be less than that depending on how long I make the coming chapters.

Oh and there might be an M rated scene in one of the upcoming chapters. Nothing's definite but I'm just giving the head's up. Just so you know. But if it does end up happening, I'll put up markers for those who don't would rather scroll past it.

Anyways, please review!