Quinn watched as Stefan walked out. She couldn't blame him for moving on and being with someone who made him happy, she hadn't exactly 'moved on,' but she had had many affairs and she wasn't going to pretend she hadn't. She followed him out, only seconds behind. When she reached the foot of the stairs, and was walking into the living room, she saw Stefan sit down at a desk, and pull out his journal. He wasn't paying attention to Quinn, he was writing, no doubt it was about her, though. Damon was fixing himself a drink, being his typical self.

"My darling Damon, still drinking as though it's your last?" She said with a smile. Damon raised his glass to her, downed the shot and fixed himself another. "So, Damon, Stefan tells me he's got himself a girlfriend. What's she like?" Stefan raised his head, his attention instantly caught.

"Well," Damon said, "She looks a lot like Katherine, believe it or not." Quinn cocked her head, and Stefan shot daggers from his eyes at his brother. Quinn turned to Stefan.

"Like Katherine? Stefan, I thought you'd gotten over her." Quinn was a lot more curious about the girlfriend now. Was it possible that it was Katherine? Had she also returned to Mystic Falls? Taken up a new identity to hide from everyone, and somehow the lovely Salvatore brothers had tracked her down despite of it? Stefan glared at her. He wasn't exactly the happiest person when Katherine was brought up, Quinn hadn't figured out why. "So, what's twin-Katherine's name? OR shall I just refer to her as Katherine 2?"

"Elena." Stefan said, "Her name is Elena Gilbert."

Quinn walked over to where Stefan was sitting. Damon had made his way to the couch. She placed her hands on Stefan's shoulders and leaned down to his ear, whispering, "What's so special about this Gilbert girl? Hmm? Will she love you for centuries and centuries on end, like Katherine and I?" She stood up and walked towards Damon, "Is she helplessly in love with you both? I mean, it seems you have a bit of a track record with girls who fall for your brother as well as you."

Stefan watched her walk around the room. He wanted to be angry with her, but he couldn't, because she made an excellent point. The two serious relationships he'd ever had, Quinn and Katherine, were ones where they involved Damon. He knew all along that Katherine loved Damon, he knew Quinn loved Damon. And, though he'd never voice it, he'd only write it in the pages of his journal, he felt as though there was something between Damon and Elena. Stefan knew Damon cared for Elena deeply, not as much as Katherine or Quinn, but there was something there. Quinn sat down next to Damon.

"Damon, I'm thirsty. There must be some good blood in this town. Come with me?" She knew Stefan would never agree to go on a human feeding, he couldn't handle human blood, but Damon... Damon knew how to have a good time, and it would give plenty of time to talk about Elena Gilbert. Damon would never lie to Quinn, and not about something that could jeopardize Stefan's happiness. Stefan's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and read a text.

"You couldn't have picked a more perfect time to go," Stefan said, standing up, "I'm heading out anyway. Have fun, don't kill anyone, and please, no wild house parties."

"Yes, father." Quinn said, a look of utter innocence crossing her face. Stefan gave a fake smile, grabbed his jacket and left.

Damon looked at her, "God, you look cute." She smiled at him, the look vanishing.

"But, seriously, let's go drink, then discuss this Elena girl." Quinn said, dragging Damon towards the door.