Chapter 2 – Unknown
"There you are," Santana said the moment Quinn walked into the training room. "You're the damn Slayer; shouldn't you be able to actually be somewhere on time? What are you going to do when the world's ending again? Woops, sorry you're all dead because I can't get my ass to be on time!"
Quinn stared at Santana for a moment and then shook her head, walking the rest of the way into the room. "I'm fairly certain I would be on time for an apocalypse, but I'm not quite as concerned about bringing you blood."
"Well, you should be," Santana replied.
"You really need to get out more," Quinn stated.
"That big bright thing in the sky called the sun makes it a little hard," Santana replied.
"Listen, Santana, I don't know why you've been in such a bad mood, but can you stop taking it out on me?" Quinn asked, getting frustrated. "I didn't make you move in here; you could have stayed at Rachel's."
"Yeah and watch her mope all day and want to talk about her feelings or whatever." Santana scoffed. "No way in hell. Seeing your sad ass is bad enough, but at least you don't wanna talk about it."
"Here," Quinn said, rolling her eyes.
"Is it warm?" Santana asked.
"Just take the damn bag!" Quinn said, not thrilled with the idea of holding a container of blood.
Santana snatched it out of her hand and looked in the bag, reaching in. "It's cold."
"So heat it up," Quinn retorted.
"There's no microwave," Santana replied.
"Not my problem," Quinn snapped.
"Someone's got their panties in a twist," Santana remarked.
Quinn rolled her eyes again. "Me? You're the one who thinks I'm your maid or something. I have bigger things to worry about than if you're happy with your food."
"Yeah, because there's so much going on right now," Santana replied. "Last I checked you stopped whatever demon was going around and casting those spells. Tell me—what else is so important at the moment?"
Quinn narrowed her eyes; she hated how flippant Santana was about her Slaying. Sure, there wasn't a lot going on at the moment—just the usual vampires—but she still didn't like fetching things for the vampire. She didn't understand why she couldn't ask Brittany to do it since she was her girlfriend, but she expected Quinn to bring her blood every morning since the butcher shop was always closed when Santana could go out. So, Quinn had to stop there first thing in the morning and she was getting tired of it. She would suggest Santana get a small fridge to put it in, but she knew Santana didn't have any money and it's not like Quinn could afford it, either. Without her parents to support her, she really needed to get a job, but with school and Slaying, she just didn't have the time or the energy.
"Everything," Quinn finally said.
"I wonder if I can sneak down to Sue's office and use her microwave," Santana said, looking down at the bag. "Since someone's being a bitch and won't do it for me."
"You never asked me to," Quinn pointed out. "You just demand everything."
"Whatever," Santana said, heading toward the door.
"Where are you going?" Quinn asked, grabbing the vampire's arm, and spinning her around.
"I told you, I'm going to Sylvester's office," Santana replied, stepping closer to Quinn.
"You can't," Quinn stated.
Santana's eyebrow rose. "Watch me."
"If anyone sees you—"
"What?" Santana interrupted. "What could possibly happen? They'll think they're going crazy and I can have a bit of fun." Santana shrugged. "No harm."
"Do it and I'll tell Brittany," Quinn said, knowing it would be the only thing that could dissuade Santana from doing it.
"I hate you," Santana stated.
"Good," Quinn responded with a roll of her eyes.
The door opened and Quinn's Watcher, Coach Beiste, walked into the room. Santana and Quinn were practically nose to nose and the older woman looked between them. Quinn narrowed her eyes at Santana, who just stared back.
"Don't mind me," Beiste said, closing the door behind her. "We have a situation."
"What kind of situation," Quinn asked.
"A groundskeeper found a skeleton in Reed Cemetery," Beiste replied. "He called the cops and now they're all over it, but I want you to find out what you can. Don't know if it's natural or supernatural, but we're gonna find out. And don't forget yer training after class. Council wants you all nice and ready for the test."
Quinn head whipped toward her Watcher. "Test?"
"Didn't I tell you?" Beiste asked. "The Council's coming next month; they want to see how you're progressing."
"Have fun," Santana said, grinning evilly at her.
"No use whinin' about it," Beiste remarked. "If the Council decides to come, they're gonna come."
Quinn sighed; she didn't want the Council around to judge her and pick apart every little thing she did. She was the Slayer, and if they didn't like how she did things, there was nothing they could do about it. Having a Watcher was one thing—on occasion, they were useful and they did help with training—but she didn't need some guys across the world trying to look over her shoulder.
"I think there might be an old fridge in our basement," Brittany said, walking down the hall next to Quinn. "I can see if my parents will let me have it. I don't even know if it works or if we still have it."
"Will you please look when you get home?" Quinn begged. "Santana's driving me nuts—more so than usual."
"She's just lonely here," Brittany replied. "When she was at Rachel's, there were always people around and she could sneak up to the living room to watch TV."
"That's not my fault," Quinn stated. "She's the one who chose to move."
"She didn't want to be stuck in the middle," Brittany explained. "She knew you were hurting and she didn't want to make it worse by staying at Rachel's."
Quinn scoffed. "Like she cares."
"She does," Brittany argued. "She won't ever say anything, but she was sad when you two broke up, and she's mad at Rachel for hurting you. San even told me that she would bite Rachel if she could."
"That's," Quinn frowned, "nice, I guess."
"She just doesn't know how to say nice things to people," Brittany replied. "You know how she is; she doesn't want people to think she's not strong even though I told her you won't think that. Sometimes she just won't listen to me." Brittany shrugged. "If we don't have a fridge, I can start running to get her food after Cheerios practice. I might be late for first period, but it's just chemistry and I don't really need to know that stuff. I mean, it's a lot like witchcraft and I already know how to do that."
"It's okay," Quinn said, sighing. "I don't want you to get in trouble with your teacher."
"Are you sure?" Brittany asked.
"I'm sure," Quinn replied.
Quinn saw Rachel just down the hall and tried not to stare at her. As much as she tried to avoid her the first day, she realized it wasn't going to be feasible to keep doing it. They had two classes together, so she was going to see her whether she wanted to or not. Especially since Rachel sat next to her in their chemistry 2 class. The teacher had assigned lab partners by last name, but not the way most teachers did. Instead of putting people next to each other, he considered the tables as two rows and there were enough people between Berry and Fabray that they ended up at the same table.
"Have you talked to her yet?" Brittany asked.
"Who?" Quinn asked, but she knew exactly who Brittany was talking about.
"Rachel," Brittany replied with a touch of exasperation in her voice.
Quinn didn't say anything as the brunette passed by. She tried not to glance back at her, but she failed, and found herself locking eyes with Rachel when the other girl also looked back. Quinn quickly averted her eyes, nearly running into one of the football players since she wasn't paying attention to where she was going.
"No," she said, feeling her cheeks turning red.
Brittany frowned and Quinn waited for her to say something, but she didn't. She knew her friend wanted her to forgive Rachel—that's just the type of person Brittany was—but it was easier said than done. Quinn wished she could forgive the brunette, but it just wasn't that simple. She had a hard time trusting people as it was, and after feeling so betrayed, she didn't feel like she could ever go back to the way things were. What Rachel did would always be in the back of her mind even if she wished it could just go away.
"Are you going to say anything?" Quinn finally asked after she couldn't take Brittany's silence any longer.
"Like what?" Brittany asked, shrugging.
"I know you want to say something," Quinn remarked.
Brittany sighed. "I just don't understand why you won't talk to her. What's the harm? You were friends, right? I know she hurt you, but I don't understand why you can't at least be friends again."
"It's just—complicated," Quinn said, shaking her head.
The thought of being friends with Rachel—just friends—made her instantly feel sick to her stomach. Yes, she missed having Rachel as a friend, but there was no way she could go back to that. Not when her feelings were still so strong for the other girl.
"Who's that?" Brittany asked.
"What?" Quinn asked.
"That guy's waving at you," Brittany stated, pointing down the hall.
Quinn looked up to find the kid with the big mouth waving at her. She reluctantly waved back and—if it was at all possible—his smile grew even bigger.
"Some new kid," Quinn replied. "I think he said his name is Sam."
"I think he likes you," Brittany said.
"Well, he can learn that it's never going to happen," Quinn retorted. "He is not my type."
"Plus, you're still in love with Rachel," Brittany stated.
Quinn wanted to argue that point, but she wasn't going to lie to her friend. She also wasn't going to admit that Brittany was right.
"He's thinking of joining the Glee Club," Quinn commented.
"We do need another person if we want to compete at Sectionals this year," Brittany replied.
No one had joined Glee since Logan had died, so they were down one member. Quinn really didn't care whether or not Sam joined; she just hoped he didn't join for her because he would quickly be disappointed. He clearly hadn't got the memo yet that she was gay, and if he had, he was completely ignoring it because this wasn't the first time she found him waving at her. If he was going to ask her out, she hoped he did it soon, so she could dash any hopes he had of being her boyfriend.
Rachel walked down the hallway, intent on going to the choir room. They had their Glee assignment for the week and she was throwing herself into it, hoping to get her mind off Quinn. School was one big reminder that the blonde was still not talking to her and it was making Rachel a little crazy. At least during the summer she could forget about her sometimes, but while she was at school, she constantly saw Quinn in the hall or in class or after school in the choir room.
When she rounded the corner, she actually passed by Quinn and tried not to stare at her. It was hard, but she kept her eyes straight ahead, fighting the urge to look back. She wondered if Quinn had that same problem or if it was easy for the blonde to ignore her. It certainly seemed easy for Quinn and Rachel wondered if the other girl even still had feelings for her or if they had all been replaced with hate. It made her ill just thinking about it.
After walking past Quinn, she also passed by a blonde guy in a letterman jack who she'd never seen before. She frowned and followed his gaze, noticing that he was staring at Quinn with that look in his eyes that she knew too well. It wasn't a look that was ever directed at her, but she'd seen it many times when guys were looking at Quinn. She had no idea who this boy was, but she frowned, instantly not liking him.
"Rach!"
She stopped and turned around to find Brittany jogging down the hall. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Quinn watching her friend with furrowed brows, probably wondering why Brittany was calling Rachel's name, just like the brunette was wondering.
"Is everything okay, Brittany?" Rachel asked.
"Are you busy?" Brittany asked.
"I was on my way to the choir room to—"
"Great," Brittany said, grabbing her hand. "We can talk in there."
Brittany pulled her down the hall and Rachel frowned. "Brittany, my legs aren't nearly as long as yours."
"Sorry," Brittany said, slowing down their pace.
"Is something wrong?" Rachel asked as they neared. "Is it Quinn? Is something going on?"
"Yeah, but that's not what it's about," Brittany answered.
When Brittany pulled her into the choir room, she closed the door behind them and walked to the piano bench, motioning for Rachel to take a seat.
"I would rather stand," Rachel said.
Brittany shrugged and sat down herself. "I need you to help me."
"Help you with what?" Rachel asked.
"I can't say yet," Brittany said, looking away.
"Well, I would love to help you if you need it, but I need to know what I'm agreeing to first," Rachel replied.
"It's nothing bad, I promise," Brittany said. "I just don't want anyone to know yet."
Rachel crossed her arms and studied the blonde; she didn't think Brittany would be up to no good—it wasn't in her nature to harm anyone—but she still wanted to know what it was before she agreed to it. Still, maybe she could use this to her advantage. Maybe she could make a deal with Brittany.
"I have a proposition," Rachel stated. "I'll agree to help you with whatever it is you need help with, no questions asked, if you keep me updated on Quinn. I want to know everything you know, especially what she's facing as a Slayer. I worry about her and I don't like being in the dark because it only makes me worry more."
"Okay," Brittany said with a shrug.
Rachel nodded. "Okay."
"Someone found a skeleton in one of the cemeteries last night," Brittany stated. "Quinn's supposed to figure out what's going on before the police do. That's all I know right now."
"A skeleton?" Rachel repeated. "Do you know which cemetery? There are quite a few in Lima, after all."
"San didn't say," Brittany replied.
"I wonder if the newspaper has anything about it," Rachel commented. "I should probably check on that."
She was already planning to go to the library the moment she and Brittany were done speaking. As much as she wanted to rehearse and forget about all of this, her desire to help Quinn was more powerful. Surely there would be something about it in the Lima News if the police were involved.
"I'll let you know when I need your help," Brittany said, standing up. "I just need a day or two to find the spell and get the stuff for it."
"Spell?" Rachel asked. "We're doing a spell? Am I really the right person for this?"
"You're the only one that can help me," Brittany said, giving her a hopeful look. "I don't want Quinn or San to know in case it doesn't work."
"What about your mom?" Rachel asked.
"She's out of town, and even if she wasn't, I couldn't really explain it to her," Brittany replied. "You're still going to help me, right?"
"I told you I would help and I won't go back on my word," Rachel said.
Brittany smiled. "Thanks. I should probably go. San worries when I'm late."
"Wait," Rachel called out when Brittany began walking away. "Who's—who's the blonde guy in the hallway who was staring at Quinn?"
"Do you mean Sam?" Brittany asked. "He's new here. I think he likes Quinn."
Rachel hummed. "Yes, I did get that impression from him."
"Don't worry, Rach," Brittany stated. "Quinn still loves you."
Rachel's breathing hitched. "I'm not so sure about that."
"I am," Brittany stated before turning and leaving the room.
Quinn crept through the cemetery as quietly as possible, looking around for the sound she kept hearing. She knew she wasn't alone, but she couldn't seem to find what had made the twig snap. It was possible that it was just a stray dog or something, but being Lima, it was also possible that it was some demon or vampire. It didn't help that she also felt like she was being followed; she had the feeling of being watched, but every time she looked around, she saw nothing out of the ordinary. She was convinced something was there, though, and she wasn't going to let it sneak up on her and get the upper hand.
She heard a twig snap again and it sounded as if it was coming from the other side of the only crypt in the graveyard, so she quickly ran up to it, not wanting the creature to get away. However, when she walked around to the other side, there was nothing there. She stopped and looked around, slightly perplexed. That is until she heard laughing
"Dammit, Santana!" Quinn said, continuing to look around. "I know it's you!"
"It took you long enough," Santana said, coming up behind her.
"What the hell are you doing?" Quinn asked.
Santana shrugged. "I was bored."
"So you decided to follow me around?" Quinn asked, rolling her eyes.
"What else is there to do in this town?" Santana asked. "It's not like I can go watch a movie or anything. Someone might see me, remember?"
"Why aren't you with Brittany?" Quinn asked.
"She said she was busy tonight," Santana said, shrugging her shoulders again.
"Busy doing what?" Quinn asked.
"I didn't ask," Santana replied.
"Really?" Quinn asked, suspiciously.
"Okay, I did, but she didn't say," Santana replied. "Whatever."
That sounded more like it to Quinn; she knew Santana well enough to know that if Brittany was too busy for her, she would most definitely ask what she was doing. What was surprising was that Brittany didn't say; she wasn't known for being a secretive person and it made her wonder what the blonde could possibly be up to.
"She didn't say anything?" Quinn asked.
Santana rolled her eyes. "What did I just say? No wonder I could follow you around for so long; you have really bad hearing."
"Yeah, thanks for doing that," Quinn sarcastically said. "I wasted the last fifteen minutes tracking you when I could have been looking for whatever the hell I'm looking for." She looked around the cemetery. "I don't think there's anything here."
"What makes you think that?" Santana asked. "The complete lack of anything around."
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Go home."
"I don't have a home," Santana replied. "I don't even have a bed; I have a really shit mat on the floor."
"So move," Quinn said, turning, and walking away from the vampire.
"To where?" Santana asked.
"Move into a crypt like most vampires," Quinn replied.
"Eww," Santana said, scrunching her face up. "Yeah, I imagine the concrete would be so much more comfortable than a mat on the floor. Genius idea there, Fabray. At least the school has a shower."
"Can you shut up about it?" Quinn asked. "I told you before that you could have stayed at Rachel's. Move back there if you're so unhappy."
"And I told you I don't want to hear her sappy declarations of love every damn day," Santana retorted. "I think I would have to puke."
Quinn shook her head and began walking toward the sidewalk. There was another graveyard nearby, so she was going to check it out before moving on to a different part of town. She had already been to the one the skeleton was found at, but there was nothing around for her to go on. There was still police tape around, but any evidence was long gone. She knew her only hope now was to run into whatever did it or find another skeleton before anyone else did; maybe that way she would find some clues to go on and be able to figure out what was going on, if anything.
"Where are you going?" Santana asked.
"Over there," Quinn said, pointing across the street.
"Why?" Santana asked.
Quinn stopped and sighed. "Because I need to check if there's anything over there."
She hated when Santana went patrolling with her; she liked to question everything Quinn did and it drove her crazy. Rachel would usually follow along without question, and she much preferred it. It was hard to sneak up on anyone with Santana in tow, she was far too loud and anything would hear them coming from a mile away. Of course, Santana wasn't really the type of person—or vampire—to sneak up on something. She was more the type to run in, consequences be damned.
When they walked into the cemetery, it appeared to be deserted. Still, she tried to be quiet as she crept between the rows of headstones. Santana still wasn't attempting to be stealthy, but Quinn just tried to ignore her. Pausing, she thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye, but when she looked, there was nothing.
"What the hell are you waiting for?" Santana asked.
"I thought I saw something near the bushes," Quinn said, frowning.
"There," the vampire said, pointing slightly further along the edge of the graveyard.
Together, they ran over to the part where the trees met the cemetery. Santana walked into the trees while Quinn checked around the bushes. She didn't even know what she saw, but she definitely saw something.
"Do you see anything?" Quinn asked.
"Not a damn thing," Santana said, walking out from between two trees.
Quinn looked around with a frown on her face. "I didn't imagine seeing something, right?"
"No," Santana replied. "I definitely saw something."
Quinn didn't know where or what it was, but she was starting to think whatever happened the night before was supernatural. Of course, this being Lima, Quinn knew it could very well be something that wasn't even related to the skeleton being found.
Santana quickly ducked in her seat and turned off her headlights, not wanting Brittany to see her. After borrowing Quinn's car—okay, stealing since she didn't know it was gone—she began following her girlfriend. She wanted to feel guilty, she really did, but Brittany was acting weird and she wanted to know what was going on. She asked and didn't get any answers, so she decided to do the one thing she knew would work—stalk her.
Since Brittany blew her off Sunday night for whatever was now apparently more important than her, her girlfriend just hadn't been the same. Santana was worried that she'd done something to get in trouble or maybe that she was just tired of having a vampire for a girlfriend and didn't want to hurt her feelings. If that was the case, Santana wished she would just get it over it. As much as it would hurt, she wouldn't really be able to blame Brittany. When she was alive, she couldn't take Brittany out as a couple because she was too damn scared that someone would realize they were more than just friends, and now that she got the fuck over that, she couldn't take her out because someone might recognize her.
Which is exactly what she hoped Brittany wouldn't do right now. She had to know Quinn's car, but it was the only one Santana could easily get. She slipped Quinn's keys out of her bag when she wasn't looking and then said something about taking a walk, so she could get out of the training room. She thought it would take a while to find Brittany, but she actually found her coming out of her house as she pulled up. Now, she was just waiting for her to go wherever she was going to go.
She peeked over the top of the door and watched as Brittany got in her car. The moment she started the engine, Santana sat up, ready to follow her. At first, she couldn't tell where Brittany was going; she thought maybe she was going into town, but then she turned and began heading for the more residential part of town. She knew there were several people that lived that way—Puck, Mike, Tina, and Rachel—and Santana wondered if she was going to see any of them. She gripped the wheel tighter at the thought of Brittany going to see Puck; he knew she was alive, but she knew that wouldn't stop him from screwing Brittany.
"Don't turn," Santana mumbled to herself.
When Brittany passed by the turn to Puck's road, Santana breathed a sigh of relief. Metaphorically, anyway. Mike's road was next and Santana narrowed her eyes at the thought. Mike was a nice guy and all—one of the only few on the football team who was—but if he was seeing Brittany, she was going to have to kill him. Spell or no spell, she would rip out his throat and enjoy the look on his face when he realized who did it. She could just imagine Brittany and Mike staying late for some stupid assignment for Glee. They were both dancers, after all, and she knew from experience that Brittany tended to get horny after a particularly active dance session.
Brittany passed by the road, though, and Santana's mind immediately went to Tina. Sure, she'd dated Artie, but Quinn had dated Finnept and then she learned how much better lady kisses could be. She knew Rachel and Tina had been spending a lot of time together, and maybe Rachel got tired of waiting for Quinn to get over her shit.
But Brittany's car continued going past the turn to Tina's house, and Santana backed off, realizing she had sped up and was nearly on her bumper. Santana knew now that Brittany was probably going to Rachel's house, but there was no way she was cheating on her with Berry—right? Who could possible cheat on her with Berry? Santana had to admit that she could be kinda hot sometimes and she could totally see what Quinn saw in her, but she couldn't possibly be Brittany's type.
Sure enough, Brittany drove straight to Rachel's house. Santana backed off even more, pulling to the curb a few houses from the Berry residence. She waited while Brittany got out of the car and walked up to the door, knocking on it. As soon as Brittany was in the house, Santana was going to sneak over and spy on them. She knew exactly where the spare key was, so she could easily get into the house undetected.
However, when the door opened, they didn't go inside. Rachel closed the door behind her and they stood and talked for a moment before Rachel reached out, hugging Brittany. Santana narrowed her eyes at the sight and when the hug went on far too long, she gripped the wheel so tight that she thought she was going to owe Quinn for a new steering wheel. Eventually, they parted and Rachel went back inside, leaving Brittany standing on the welcome mat. A few seconds later, though, Rachel came back out and the two walked to Brittany's car.
She ducked down again when Brittany's car drove past and waited a sufficient amount of time before pulling out herself. Brittany may not have noticed that she was following, but she knew Rachel certainly would if she wasn't careful. So, she hung back as far as she could while still being able to see which way they were going. It wasn't hard to keep up, though; Brittany drove right back to her house, where the two got out and walked inside.
Santana got out of Quinn's car and walked up to the house. The Pierce's didn't keep a spare key anywhere, so her only hope was spying through the window. But as she walked around the house, all the curtains were closed. There was a slight gap in the one in the kitchen, but she couldn't see Brittany or Rachel from there. She frowned as she glanced around for some way inside and then looked to the right when the light turned on in Brittany's bedroom
"Shit," Santana said, wondering what to do now.
When Quinn walked into the training room on Friday, she knew her Watcher wasn't going to be happy. She had been patrolling the past three nights, but other than maybe seeing something the first night, she'd come up empty. She was trying to do research about it, but she had next to nothing to go on. She thought about going to Artie to see if he could hack the medical examiner's files again, but she was afraid that he would begin to ask questions.
"Find anything, Fabray?" Coach Beiste asked when she looked over her shoulder and noticed that Quinn had entered.
"Nothing," Quinn replied.
"Nothing?" Beiste repeated.
"Just a few vampires, but that's nothing out of the ordinary," Quinn said with a shrug.
"Where'd you patrol last night?" Beiste asked.
"All the cemeteries on the east side of town," Quinn replied.
"Was the vampire with you?" Beiste asked, nodding toward Santana.
Quinn tried not to laugh as Santana narrowed her eyes at the back of Coach Beiste's head. "No."
"I thought maybe it could be useful for once and maybe notice something you didn't," Beiste commented.
Quinn tried to hide her smile behind her hand. Her Watcher didn't like that she was friends with a vampire and usually talked about Santana like she wasn't in the room. It amused Quinn, but Santana was a little less thrilled by it.
"Patrol again tonight and tomorrow," Beiste ordered. "If you still come up with the big goose egg, you can go back to your usual patrolling.
Quinn nodded and her Watcher walked away, leaving the room.
"I would bite that bitch if I could," Santana stated.
"Sure you would," Quinn replied.
Quinn began walking to the side of the room to grab a crossbow. It had been a while since she had used one—when she fought Shelby, actually—and she thought it might be beneficial to get some training in. She grabbed the crossbow and began looking for the arrows, which her Watcher moved and she had no idea where they now were.
"I think my Britts and your Hobbit are having sex."
Quinn froze as what Santana just said began to sink in. "They're what?"
"Having. Sex." Santana stated, slowly enunciating the two words.
"Okay, for once, don't call Rachel that," Quinn replied. "And two, she's not my anything. There—are you crazy?"
"My Britts is lying to me," Santana declared. "She's been blowing me off every night and I finally followed her last night."
Quinn rolled her eyes. "You know she would never do anything behind your back. She loves you too much. God only knows why."
Santana narrowed her eyes again. "Then you might be interested to know that I followed her to the midget's house."
"So?" Quinn asked. "They're friends."
"B picked her up, took the dwarf to her house, and they were in Britt's bedroom all night," Santana replied. "I know what happens in that room."
"That doesn't mean anything," Quinn said, crossing her arms.
"Then why'd she lie to me?" Santana asked. "While they were in there, I called to ask what she was going. She said she was studying. Alone."
"Brittany may have lied to you, but she's not sleeping with Rachel," Quinn said, getting slightly angry that the vampire would even suggest it.
"Don't get your panties in a twist," Santana said, holding her hand up. "Though Berry has always seemed to have that effect on you. You broke up with her, remember? I'm the one who should be pissed here if Berry is screwing my Britts."
"Can you stop saying that?" Quinn asked, her voice getting louder. "Even if Brittany was cheating on you, which I doubt, Rachel wouldn't do that."
"Why not?" Santana asked. "Again, you dumped her. She's free to f—"
"I meant she wouldn't do that to you," Quinn said, interrupting the vampire. "You know Rachel. Even if you're not really talking to her, she wouldn't hurt you like that."
"How do you know?" Santana asked.
"Because I know her," Quinn retorted.
"She lied to you!" Santana stated. "What makes you think you really know anything about her?"
Quinn shook her head in exasperation. "Fine, believe whatever you want to believe."
She ripped open a drawer to check for the arrows, but she pulled too hard and it came out of the desk, sending everything crashing to the floor. Sighing, she kneeled down and began picking everything up while Santana began laughing behind her. She rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the vampire as she threw everything back where it was. When she finally had everything in, she put the drawer back in place, and moved on to the next drawer, opening it a little less forcefully.
When the arrows weren't in the drawer, she slammed it shut and then put the crossbow back on its peg. Santana had wasted enough of her time and she wasn't going to waste any more looking for the damn arrows. Turning, she walked to the punching bag, deciding maybe that's what she needed, instead.
Quinn stood at her locker, trying to not look down the hall. She knew Rachel was at the other end, having just come out of the choir room with Brittany. Neither of them was in the cafeteria and now she knew why. She told herself that they had to be rehearsing for Glee—it was Friday and Rachel never went a week without performing—but Santana's voice kept coming into her head. She knew it was ridiculous, though. Not only would Brittany not cheat on Santana, but there was no way Rachel would ever do that.
Santana may be right about Rachel lying to her, but there was also no way she lied about everything. Despite Santana's claims, she knew Rachel. She probably knew her better than anyone did, and the brunette would never sleep with someone who was with someone else. Especially not when she knew them as well as she knew Brittany and Santana. Quinn knew she would never betray someone like that even if she did betray her the way she did, but it was a different sort of betrayal.
She failed and glanced down the hallway; Rachel was standing there, talking to Kurt, Mercedes, and Tina. At least Brittany was no longer around. Quinn shook her head. She didn't know why she was letting Santana get to her like she was. Even if Rachel and Brittany were sleeping together—which they were not—it really wouldn't be any of Quinn's business anyway. Rachel was free to do whatever she wanted because, as Santana pointed out, she did dump her, and it had been nearly a half a year.
That didn't make her any less nauseated just thinking about it, though.
"Sup, Q," Puck said, appearing what felt like out of nowhere.
"Nothing," Quinn said flatly.
"Alright, then," Puck said, backing away. "I'm just gonna go somewhere else because you seem like you're in a bad mood and I'd rather you not kick my ass."
Quinn rolled her eyes; she wasn't in a bad mood. Okay, maybe she was, but it's not like she would get violent. At least not with Puck—maybe with Santana.
She slammed her locker shut and made her way down the hall to her fourth period class. When she walked in, she was the only one in the room, but she didn't feel like standing in the hall, trying not to look at Rachel. Unfortunately Rachel was in this class and sat right next to her. Quinn had thought about moving to put some distance between them, but she told herself she could just ignore the brunette. Besides, she didn't want Rachel knowing she was getting to her in any way.
Quinn sat down, throwing her bag to the ground a little harder than she'd intended and the next thing she knew, Rachel was asking, "Is everything okay."
Quinn froze for a moment before deciding to act nonchalant. "What do you mean?"
"You threw your bag," Rachel pointed out.
"I'm fine," Quinn replied, sitting down.
"Okay," Rachel said with a nod.
Rachel crossed the room, taking her seat, and Quinn stared at the white board. She was far too aware that Rachel was beside her, often looking in her direction as if she wanted to say something, but Quinn tried her best to ignore it. She didn't want to know what Rachel was thinking—or at least didn't want to want to know.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Rachel asked.
"I'm fine," Quinn said a little more forceful than she'd intended.
"I know things are rather strained between us and I may be the last person you would ever want to talk with, but I am here if you need me," Rachel said. "I know there aren't a lot of people you can talk to about certain things, and Noah and Santana are probably not the best listeners, which really only leaves you with Brittany."
Quinn tensed as the name came out of Rachel's mouth. Unfortunately Rachel seemed to notice because a small frown formed on her face and she looked at Quinn curiously.
"Quinn?"
The blonde sighed. "What?" She looked at Rachel. "There's nothing going on, okay? It's just—been a long week."
"I understand," Rachel said softly. "It's been a fairly exhausting week for me as well."
"Why?" Quinn asked before she could stop herself.
"I've just been working on this project," Rachel said, shrugging her shoulders. "It's nothing like I'm sure you're going through right now considering how stressful Slaying is, but it's been rather time consuming the past few nights."
Quinn wanted to ask more about it, but it definitely didn't sound as if she and Brittany were having sex. Not that she ever really thought it to begin with. She had no idea what this 'project' was, but it was obviously something Brittany didn't want Santana knowing she was doing. Knowing Brittany, it could be anything, but if Rachel was helping her, it was obviously nothing too dangerous since she knew the brunette would never agree to something that could possibly hurt someone.
She wasn't going to tell Santana about this, though. She was just going to let her continue to suffer and think something was going on between Rachel and Brittany. It would serve her right for spying on them.
Quinn walked through the cemetery and looked around. She kept hearing a strange noise and was trying to figure out where it was coming from. It was a large cemetery with many mausoleums, which made it hard to see anything because her view was always obstructed by one large building after another. She knew she was getting closer; the sound was becoming louder, but she still couldn't tell what it was. It almost sounded as if a dog was lapping something up, but she didn't know why a dog would be out here.
She partly wondered if Santana was out here messing with her again, but she knew the vampire was following Brittany and Rachel again. She'd spied on them the previous night, too, following them to Brittany's house again. She was becoming more and more convinced that they were having some sort of affair even though Quinn tried to tell her multiple times that she was crazy. Quinn had no idea why her friend was so convinced that Brittany would cheat on her; it just wasn't like the blonde to do so. Yes, she'd slept with quite a few people in the school, but that was before she and Santana became serious and the vampire had no right to bring that up as a reason not to trust her girlfriend. Which is exactly what Quinn told her when she did bring it up.
Quinn didn't know what Brittany and Rachel were doing, but she really didn't care. If they didn't want anyone to know, that was their business. Whatever it was, Quinn figured it was something important if Brittany was lying about it. The blonde was a terrible liar and usually didn't even try to conceal anything because of it. Plus, she often said it was bad for the soul and thought it would make her come back in her next life as 'something squishy'—her words.
She paused when she realized the noise was coming from just around the corner of the next crypt. She had a stake in her hand, but it didn't sound like any vampire she'd ever come across so she quietly kneeled to the ground, setting her bag down. As silently as should could, she opened her bag and felt around for something sharp. She may not know what was around the corner, but she found that stabbing or beheading just about any demon would kill it. She didn't have a sword—the bag was far too small to hold one—but she did have a long dagger that would probably work. At any rate, it was the best she had at the moment, so it would have to do.
Leaving her bag on the ground so it didn't get lost or inhibit her fighting, she stood. She peeked around the corner and then quickly took cover again. She frowned, trying to figure out what she just saw. It was definitely not a vampire, but she didn't know what it was. It almost looked human, but it was on all fours and was much paler than any human she had ever seen. It was so pale that it was practically translucent.
She looked around the corner again and realized it was hovering over something. At first she didn't know what it was, but then she saw the legs and realized it was a person. Gripping the dagger tighter, she took a step forward, hoping to surprise the thing, but it whipped its head around, looking right at her. Quinn recoiled at the sight, and the demon made a sound that was halfway between a screech and a hiss. Before she knew what it was doing, the demon turned and began running away, leaving a stunned Quinn behind.
After a moment, she started running after it, but it was fast—much faster than her. She tried to keep up with it, but for every step she took, it seemed to take two. It was running on all fours and she wondered if it could even walk just on its hind legs. Its arms were the longest part of its body and it reminded her of a gorilla in the way it ran.
Eventually, Quinn skid to a stop in the middle of the road, giving up; there was no way she was going to catch up to the thing. Instead, she turned and headed back to the body on the ground. From what she saw, the body was definitely human, though she was hoping that maybe it was a vampire and not some innocent person.
When she finally rounded the corner of the crypt, she had to look away. The top half of the body looked as if it had been eaten, leaving only the skeleton behind while the lower half of the body remained intact. Quinn tried to look at the body again, but she thought she was going to be sick if she did. So, she turned away, walked back to her bag, and pulled out her phone.
"Nine one one, what is your emergency?"
"There's a body in Brooks Cemetery," Quinn stated.
She knew she was going to have to stick around to answer questions—questions she wouldn't be able to answer truthfully—but she couldn't just leave it there for someone to find.
"Okay, guys, I would like to introduce a new member to the club, so everyone give a hand for Sam Evans!" Mr. Schue began clapping and stepped out of the way as the blonde headed boy jogged into the room.
"Hey, everyone," he said, waving at them, his eyes lingering on Quinn a little too long for her comfort. "I'm Sam."
Quinn rolled her eyes; like they didn't know that considering their teacher just introduced him. She was trying to be civil when it came to him, but he was really starting to rub her the wrong way. She wondered why he was even here; she could guess why, though. She constantly caught him looking at her and she knew it was only a matter of time before he asked her out. Maybe before she would have been flattered, but now she just didn't care. She had too many other things to worry about than some boy with a crush.
"I hope everyone makes Sam feel welcome," Mr. Schue said when the boy was done. "Now on to this week's assignment."
He clapped Sam on the shoulder and the boy walked over to the risers, sitting down next to Quinn. It wasn't the only seat open and there was actually one available in the front row, so she knew he deliberately sat next to her. She looked away, trying to ignore him, and noticed Rachel looked at them. She looked away the moment Quinn caught her eye, but it wasn't quick enough. She'd had a slight frown on her face as she looked at Sam and Quinn knew she was worried.
"Okay, our assignment this week is boys versus girls," Mr. Schue said as he wrote it on the small whiteboard. "Not only will you be performing as groups against each other, but we will team up a girl and boy to go against each other as well, so each of you will be singing twice this week, no exceptions. We'll have two special guest judges this week to determine the winner of each matchup. If there are no questions, I'll let you get in your groups now, so you can discuss what you would like to do." He looked around. "Okay, you can take the rest of the period to work on your assignment.
"Boys versus girls, huh," Sam said with a smile.
"Yeah, I think Mr. Schue ran out of ideas a long time ago," Quinn remarked as she stood.
She left Sam behind and followed Rachel across the room since she was automatically in charge any time she was in a group. It was just easier for everyone involved if they didn't argue with her. Sometimes Mercedes still tried, but most of them were smart enough to know they were more likely to win when Rachel was left to her own devices.
"At least this should be a fun week," Rachel commented to Quinn. "I always enjoy winning a competition."
"Kurt, you're with the boys again," Mr. Schue said when he tried to join the girl on the other side of the room.
"Rach, can I talk to you a second," Brittany said, coming up to the brunette.
Quinn watched as they walked just out of earshot. Brittany whispered something in Rachel's ear and the latter nodded. Quinn frowned at the sight, wondering what they were up to. Santana was still following them every night and still thought they were sleeping together. Quinn continued to think the vampire was crazy, but that didn't stop her from being a little jealous at how close Rachel and Brittany were at the moment. She knew she had no right to be considering it was her decision to end the relationship, but that didn't stop her from feeling the way she did.
"The new guy's cute," Mercedes said, looking over her shoulder as she walked to the group that was forming.
"If you say so," Quinn replied, just not seeing it.
At first she thought he was fairly good looking, but the more she looked at him, the weirder she thought he looked. His lips were far too big for his face that it was actually distracting, and his hair was so light that it looked like he used peroxide to lighten it.
"I know you like girls now or whatever, but you can't say he's not cute," Mercedes said, raising her eyebrow.
Quinn gave Mercedes a look, choosing to ignore her. She looked back at Rachel and Brittany, who were still whispering to one another. The rest of the group was waiting on them, but they didn't seem to notice.
"Can you two finish this up another time?" Quinn asked in annoyance.
"Yes, sorry," Rachel said, ducking her head.
Quinn shook her head, frowning, and crossed her arms over her chest. Brittany gave her a sad look, which only made her even more annoyed for some reason. She felt irrationally angry with her friend and really didn't want Brittany's pitying face at the moment.
"I don't understand why you're not following Brittany again," Quinn commented as she walked down the sidewalk.
"What's the point?" Santana asked. "The curtains are closed every damn time, so I can't see a damn thing. Not that I want to see the Hobbit writhing on Britt's—"
"Enough!" Quinn said, not wanting to know where Santana was going with that sentence. "For the last time, there is nothing going on between them.
"Please, they're totally doing it," Santana said, rolling her eyes. "Britts still won't tell me what the hell she's doing; if she wasn't screwing Berry, why wouldn't she tell me?"
"Who knows," Quinn replied. "It could be anything. Maybe she's trying to surprise you with something and Rachel's helping her with it."
"So naive," Santana said, shaking her head. "Maybe you need to get some and then you'll understand. I still can't believe you and the midget never had sex. As disgustingly in love as you two were, I'm surprised you ever managed to keep it in your pants."
"Can you stop talking?" Quinn asked.
"Why?" Santana asked back. "Don't wanna hear the truth?"
Quinn walked in silence, hoping the vampire would finally be quiet about it. She was driving her nuts, getting more and more paranoid with each passing day. Quinn was so tired of hearing about it that she was ready to go to Brittany herself and tell her to let Santana know what she was doing, whatever it was.
As she walked into the cemetery, Santana thankfully stayed quiet. If the demon was around, she didn't want the vampire to scare it off. She now knew it was called a Baelin and it liked to eat dead things. The person in the graveyard the previous night was probably a person killed by a vampire and the demon was just going along after it, eating what it killed. They didn't like noise, light, or really anything, so it was hard to come across them.
"Okay, what the hell are we doing out here?" Santana asked.
"Killing a demon," Quinn stated. "I thought that much was obvious."
"But who cares?" Santana asked. "Beiste said it only eats dead things, so what's it matter that it's going around feeding off—"
Santana let out a scream that Quinn wasn't expecting and when she turned to look at her, the vampire was clutching her side, staggering back. The next thing Quinn knew, Santana was knocked to the ground and the Baelin was on top of her. It let out a strange noise before quickly biting down on Santana's shoulder, causing her to scream again. She was struggling to get the demon off of her, but it looked as if she could barely move.
Quinn grabbed the dagger from the back of her pants and ran toward Santana and the demon. Just as she was about to stab it, Santana flipped them over; Quinn barely stopped the blade's descent and it hovered inches from Santana's back. The vampire was fighting with the demon, rolling around on the ground with it as it tried to bite her again. Quinn could only stand to the side and watch, too afraid of accidently stabbing Santana instead of the demon.
"Get this thing off me!" Santana yelled.
"Stop moving and maybe I can!" Quinn yelled back.
It did no good; Santana continued to struggle with it while Quinn just watched and waited. The demon was definitely stronger than it looked and the vampire was barely holding it off. Finally, Santana seemed to lose what little upper hand she had gained and the demon pinned her once again, biting down on her arm. As Santana let out a yell of pain, Quinn rushed over, driving the dagger into the demon's back multiple times. It let out an earsplitting screech, but after several more stabs, it finally stopped screeching and stopped moving, dropping onto Santana with a thud.
Quinn pried the demon off her friend and helped Santana off the ground. She was bleeding from three different places and looked as if she could barely stand, so Quinn set her back down on the ground. Leaving her, she rushed to her bag where she'd dropped it and pulled out her makeshift first aid kit. Rachel had made it for her and insisted she bring it with her while on patrol. She'd never really used it for more than a few scrapes and didn't know how much good it would do at the moment considering how much Santana was bleeding. She knew the wounds wouldn't kill Santana—she was a vampire after all—but she still needed to stop the bleeding.
"Maybe this will help," Quinn said, going back over to Santana.
"What the hell was that?" Santana asked.
"That was the Baelin," Quinn answered.
"Why the hell did that thing attack me?!" Santana asked.
"Well, you are technically dead," Quinn commented.
Santana scoffed. "Asshole."
"It's true," Quinn said, shrugging.
"I mean it's an asshole, not you," Santana said. "But you're an asshole, too."
Quinn rolled her eyes as she picked up some gauze from the kit. After throwing some to Santana, she ripped a package open and lifted up the vampire's shirt and placed the gauze on her side, which seemed to be the worst wound. It was soaked in no time, but Quinn kept pressure on it while Santana opened up the other package and put it on her shoulder.
"Maybe you should have followed Brittany again tonight," Quinn remarked.
"Fuck you, Fabray," Santana replied.
"So it's dead?" Beiste asked.
Quinn nodded. "It's dead."
"Good job," Beiste said, giving Quinn a halfhearted smile. "I'll let the Council know the creature has been taken care of."
Her Watcher walked out of the training room, presumably to go to her office to make the call or send the email—Quinn didn't really know how she contacted them. As stuffy as the whole Council seemed, she was surprised they didn't make her contact them through telegraph or carrier pidgin.
"Oh, no, I'm completely fine; thanks for asking," Santana mumbled. "Bitch."
"How's the shoulder?" Quinn asked, slightly amused.
"Hurts like hell," Santana stated. "I think that fucker took a chunk out of my side." Santana held up her shirt. "What do you think? Does it look like I'm missing a part?"
Quinn scrunched up her face in disgust and put her hand up so she couldn't see the vampire. "Put your shirt down."
"Why? It's not like you haven't seen it before," Santana replied.
"That doesn't mean I want to see it now," Quinn remarked.
"That thing doesn't, like, carry any diseases, does it?" Santana asked.
Quinn shrugged. "I guess you'll find out."
Santana put her shirt down, rolling her eyes, and Quinn put her hand down. The vampire's wounds were still incredibly gross even though they were healing at a much faster rate than if she was human. Actually, if Santana had been human, Quinn figured she probably would have died with how much blood she lost. It took them an hour sitting in the cemetery before it finally got under control and she could move Santana to her car. Unfortunately, she still bled all over her interior and it would have to stay like that because she couldn't afford to have it cleaned.
"Does Brittany know you're hurt?" Quinn asked, realizing the other girl would probably be in there if she knew.
"No," Santana replied. "And I'm not going to. If she's gonna keep lying to me then I'm going to lie right back."
As soon as she was done saying it, the door opened and the blonde appeared. Santana looked surprised and tried to cover up the bandage on her neck by covering it with her hand while she tried to put her other arm behind her back. It was no use; Brittany had obviously seen it by the look on her face and the fact that she was rushing over to the vampire.
"San, what happened?" Brittany asked, pulling on the other girl's arm to make her stop covering herself.
"It's nothing," Santana replied.
Brittany frowned. "We'll talk about this later."
"Wh—"
"Come with me," Brittany interrupted, grabbing Santana's good arm, and pulling her toward the door.
"Britt, honey, there's people out there," Santana reminded her.
"I know," Brittany said brightly.
"Brittany, you really shouldn't take her out there," Quinn called after them.
Brittany didn't stop, though. She dragged Santana through the locker room, where quite a few Cheerios were, and into the hallway. Santana did her best to not be seen by anyone, but it was hard considering the hall was filled with people. Several people looked at her as they walked by, but no one said anything or looked as if they recognized her in the slightest. When Kurt walked by without so much as a second glance at Santana, Quinn really wondered what was going on. She looked around and found Rachel standing nearby with a smile on her face, which only confused Quinn even more.
"Brittany, what's going on?" Quinn asked.
"I did a spell," Brittany said in a hushed whisper. "Well, Rachel helped me."
"What sort of spell?" Quinn asked.
"San's been so lonely and everything and I just thought she should be able to go out," Brittany replied. "Well, obviously not in the daylight, but now she can go to school with us!"
"What did you do?" Santana asked, finally giving up trying not to be seen.
"You don't look like you," Brittany stated.
"She looks like Santana to me," Quinn said.
"I know!" Brittany said in a cheerful voice. "Isn't it cool? She looks like San to people who know she's her, but to everyone else, she looks like a totally different person."
"You cast a spell to make Santana look different?" Quinn asked.
Brittany hummed and nodded. "It wouldn't have been that hard, but I didn't want to see someone else when I saw her, so I had to make a new spell. That's what Rachel helped with; she found a spell for me that I could combine with this other one. It took us a while, but we finally got it last night!"
"So, I suppose you two were spending a lot of time together because you were trying to find a spell that would help Santana," Quinn stated, giving the vampire a pointed look.
"Yep!" Brittany said, smiling.
Quinn couldn't help but shake her head and laugh. So much for all of Santana's worrying. And if she was being honest, maybe she'd been a little worried, too.