Hey you guys! Here is another chapter, it's a bit short, i do apologize for that! anyway it's a quinntana chapter and there will be a fzw of those coming up soon but unlike this one those will be filled withh faberry memories and references so don't lose faith in me or this story cause Rachel will turn up again soon and it will be entirely unexpected.

please review and tell me what you think!

Last time on 'i won't but i will' :

"I trust you. It's weird since I have trust issues and all but I simply trust you for some kind of reason that I do not understand myself."

"Thank you Quinn."

"No thank you Nathan."

"You are very welcome."

As he closes the backdoor behind him i release a long sigh. I can smell Santana already and I hear her mumbled cursing although it's still pretty far. I'm thinking she's probably pacing up and down the drive way, figuring out how she's going to do this. I can't blame her; I messed up our perfect routine. Usually we would text or IM about our day but when we'd call it would mean something different. It either meant one of us was thinking about our lost other halves or we'd just feel alone or even simpler, we'd want to feel something other than the dreadfulness a successful but lonely life brings with itself. It was simple. She'd knock twice, I'd open the door. She would stand there looking sexy as hell like usual and I would be too. She'd have a bottle of wine with her and I'd already be dialing the number of the local Chinese restaurant for takeout. She'd smile that 'I want you' smile and brush past me. From then on it'd be passionate sex until we heard the delivery guy. She would always answer the door dressed in nothing but a very short towel and I'd hide behind the corner of the living room sniggering at the kid who would stammer too much and tell her it was all on him. After that we'd eat because it's necessary to last through the entire night. By morning I'd get up first and make us breakfast. When she'd come down there is some more teasing and afterwards we'd be Quinn and Santana again, the two best friends.

But now in the three months I had spent locked up in my room, neither of us knew if the routine was still the same. Since I am not and she knows that, it's likely that change is to follow. All I know is, that I can't lose her. I really can't afford to lose Santana since she is the only one who understands me and knows how to handle me. Sure she's no Rachel, we fight a lot more, we don't have that second nature thing, we do not finish each other's sentences, she cannot for the life of me read my mind or my moods by one look, she doesn't eat vegan, she hates musical tunes and makes fun of my dorkiness. But what we do have is years and years of friendship which makes her know me and get me and understand me and accept me completely for who I am and she unlike others, does not try and change me at all. It's the same for her I know. I'm no Brittany. We are not the first loves of each other's lives. But we do love each other and the sex is great. Both her and I are ruined for anybody else because of Brittany and Rachel but somehow we've actually grown perfect for each other. Realizing this I pull the door wide open and I am met with a sight of a determined Santana with her fist ready to knock on my door the way she always does.

"Hey bitch."

Her tone is different, I notice it immediately. It breaks my heart to see her so insecure all of a sudden. Because I broke our routine. She's trying to be nonchalant about it, she tries to pretend like it's all okay but it isn't. Not yet anyways. I have to fix it first, fix us.

"Hey san."

She notices the softness in my voice and looks up. I can see tears shining but she's blinking furiously to try and keep them from falling. She hates crying. We both do but I know it will be inevitable tonight. Everything is going to change. So I smile a watery smile and step aside to let her in. She picks up twee grocery bags and brushes past me. The sensation of her cinnamon spiced smell and the brushing of her leather jacket against my t-shirt clad stomach sends a chill down my spine. It's only now I notice how much I have also missed her physical presence. Just as much as her mental one, I need it. I crave it. But that could be the vampire hormones taking over. I just feel so damn antsy and the fact that I'm hungry for blood doesn't do any good to the situation.

I grab her am as she's going to the kitchen and spin her around to face me. She drops the bags in the second that it takes before she's pressed against my body and I am holding her in a bone crushing hug. Suddenly I hear her gasping for breath and struggling. I realize I am using way too much power for her human body to handle so I loosen my embrace enough to make still make it feel tight but without hurting her. I can feel her hot breath on my ear when she starts whispering.

"God Q, you're fucking fast! And strong!"

I only nod, clinging to her like a lifeline.

"What happened Q Ball?"

I just start sobbing in her arms and I feel so stupid but she doesn't pull away. She starts rubbing slow circles on my back and humming a Spanish lullaby in my ear. I can feel the panic calming down and before I know it the circles bring back the humming in lower parts of my body. I will the thoughts away as I gently pull away.

"A lot San and you're not going to believe it."

"As long as you swear to tell the truth I believe anything you say Blondie. You know I trust you right?"

I nod once.

"I trust you as well San, which is why I need to tell you but I just.."

She leads me towards my couch and sits down with me. Immediately I curl up against her and lay my head in her lap as she sits in Indian style.

"I know it's gotta be big Q. Otherwise you wouldn't have shut me out for months. Thinking you was dying and all, shit Q, that shit ain't easy."

"No it isn't."

"So what gave you the bugs huh?"

"I got bitten. One night I was out and leaving the café..."

"Yeah yeah, it was a book night again right?"

"Mhm, I was on my way home and suddenly I got pulled into this little dark alley and this guy was pushing me up against a wall and I couldn't get away..."

"Did… shit Q, did he... Did he do anything?"

I looked up at her and watched those deep brown eyes stare back at me with concern blazing and behind it I could see the anger building up, just as much as the fear and pain was making her squirm underneath me.

"He didn't… rape me or anything... But he bit me instead."

I could hear the intake of her breath; the shock was evident in her body language. I could feel the stiffness of her muscles underneath my hand that was resting on her legs.

"He... bit you?"

"Mhm and then there was a little boy who pulled him away from me and said he was sorry while he pushed some liquid down my throat..."

"A boy?"

"Yeah he's ten, or at least he's been ten for a while now. Suddenly that kid snaps my neck. Anyway the next thing I know is I wake up in my room thinking I just had a bad nightmare but when I looked into the mirror I saw them. The wounds. On my neck."

I could feel her stare shifting.

"They're gone now, they've healed. I remembered how the little boy told me I had to wait three days to die but I didn't and months went by."

"Then what?"

"Well then I got a house call from the biggest diva we know..."

"Mercedes?"

"No San, not Cedes, she's nowhere near New York. No it was Rachel Berry, the one and only. She had found out I was sick and somehow managed to get inside my house. Anyway I just, God…"

"Shit man, calm Q don't wind yourself up too much you're gonna rip of my leg."

I loosened the death grip I had on her leg and sighed while rubbing my temple.

"She was waltzing around telling me what to do and acting all concerned… we had a fight and I could feel the rage coming up and all I knew was that I had to taste her, I just had to have her. That's when it happened."

"You slept with berry?"

"No I didn't sleep with her. I bit her and drained her blood. She almost died San! I almost killed her and she was there just dying, in my arms and I was so scared that I was going to lose her and…"

Santana was ricking me back and forth slowly as she shushed me.

"But then i revived her just in time but while she was in the room all i could think about was either how much pain she caused me or how much i just wanted to suck her blood again. So i had to start another fight to make her leave again."

"You uhm, I'm sorry if I got it wrong but you bit her?"

"Yeah I did, I bit her and I drained her as well. God I don't know how I was able to stop! She tasted so damn good, fuck I just goooood, it makes me want to feed so bad just thinking about that smell but..."

"Q! Hold up, what the fuck? You drained her blood? What are you hallucinating or something? Do you have a fever?"

Worriedly she puts a hand on my forehead but I shake it off. I pull myself up and square my shoulders when I stare her dead in the eye.

"I'm a vampire San. A blood sucking, daylight walking, fangs showing fucking vamp."

She just stares at me, mouth wide open.

"I'm everything you're thinking about right now."

Her mouth grows even wider.

"Shit."

She shakes her head trying to clear her mind. It doesn't make sense. I know. I am the one going through it yet I can't even make sense of it.

"Shit indeed."

Then she starts to smile, slowly and kind of creepily.

"Wow."

"Sort of yeah."

"That's…"

I cut her off and offer her enough words for her to take her pick.

"Horrifying? Awful? Monstrous? Terrifying? Ugly? Horrible? Freaky? Creepy? Uh..."

"Cool!"

I look at her confused.

"That's awesome!"

Now it's my turn to sit and stare in shock with my mouth wide open.

"You think me being a vampire is cool?"

"Well yeah, I mean it's gotta suck – haha no pun intended – but I mean it's kind of freaking cool when you think about it."

"That I was not expecting?"

"What you'd figured I'd run for the hills or something?"

"Something like that.

"Yeah well, I'm not. Your my best friend Q, you ain't getting rid of me anytime soon."

I sigh out of relief.

"Thank god."

"No thanking the big old lord for nothing, it's all me darling!"

I snigger and punch her lightly on the arm or what I consider to be lightly when she suddenly cries out in pain.

"Shit Q that fucking hurt!"

"Sorry, I'm not really controlling myself just yet."

"Uhuh so I've noticed. Sooo…"

"So?"

"Can you show me some tricks?"

"I'm not a dog Santana!"

"No but you are a beast!"

"Take that back!"

"Make me!"

Before I know it we're running around the kitchen table when Santana's stomach growls loudly.

"Now that all that emotional shit is over it's time to get serious."

She takes on a no nonsense stance and I place both of my hands in my sides, waiting for what comes next.

"You need to feed me Fabray."

I look at her incredulously.

"What? Don't look at me like that! I'm hungry! Now let's go make some food."

"You mean me cooking while you watch and comment on my every move?"

"Yeah yeah that's what I said now get going Fabray! I ain't gots all those superpowers to keep me satisfied!"

I laugh loudly as I watch her walk into the kitchen, her ass swaying seductively.

"Stop staring at my ass Fabray!"

"You wish Lopez."

"Yeah yeah in your dreams Vampray!"

I roll my eyes at the new nickname and strut to the kitchen. This means I'm standing in front of the stove even before she's sitting down on the barstool on the other side of the breakfast bar.

"Fast save Q. Now cook me some food!"