A/N- Ok, so I don't know if when a vampire gives a human their blood if their wounds are healed or not, and I might change it so that it is that way later, but for the purposes of this chapter in particular, a vampire's blood can revive someone, but not heal an external wound. Thanks for the reviews, I would love to hear what you guys want to be endgame, because I haven't decided yet, actually, even thought the rest of the story is planned out. I don't own Glee or TVD. Please R & R. Enjoy :)

Two weeks later...

Rachel's POV

"Oh, Santana! Oh my god! Yes! Yes!" I screamed as I came at Santana's hand. I collapsed next to her, us both sweating. Rain lightly poured outside of Santana's window.

"Haha," Santana giggled lightly. "Happy birthday, Rachel." She kissed me on the cheek.

We got dressed and talked for a while. Then, I realized I had to go see Quinn.

"Quinn and I spoke earlier. She said to meet her in her room at about this time. I must say goodbye," I said.

"Don't go! I'll miss you too much," she said biting her lip.

"Santana, I have to go," I said.

"You can't. I get terribly jealous when you're with her." She said, pouting. I started to feel guilty again,

"Well, she feels the same when I'm with you." I said. I thought saying that would make me feel better somehow but it just made it worse.

"Besides," I said, changing the subject, "It's my birthday. You'll see me later at Quinn's for my birthday dinner," I said. She did smile at that.

With that, I left to go see Quinn.

Quinn's POV

Today is the day I will tell Rachel I love her. I've never said I love you to a girl, or about for that matter. It's her birthday. I am growing increasingly more nervous. I looked at the clock on my dresser. It was almost time that Rachel comes back from Santana's house. Santana. She is the scourge of my perpetual existence. If she could just go away everything would be perfect. Not having Rachel as mine and only mine ate away at my soul... or lack of soul.

I heard Rachel open her door and sit down on her bed. I knocked on the door and she let me in.

"Happy birthday," I said.

Her smile widened. "Thank you Quinn. I am large with anticipation for my dinner tonight, it means the world to me..." She kept talking, but I was too focused on her scent to hear a thing. I don't usually see her directly after she is with Santana. I knew she was with her, but now that I smell it, it infuriates me. Jealousy bubbles in me and I feel my true face start to surface. I keep my mouth closed so Rachel does not see the fangs, but my veins turn matron and are visible under my eyes. Rachel looks at me in horror and stops talking.

"Your face... It's like Santana's when-" I cut her off with my fangs peircing her neck and going deeper and deeper through her throat. In that moment I lost all control. I was dominated by my jealousy, anger and an undeniably strong whim to taste Rachel's blood after all this time.

I told myself to stop, but as the first drop fell down my throat and I tasted how sweet it was, I ignored common senses. The demon took over. I clamped my hand over Rachel's mouth to muffle her screams. Hearing them would be too hard to hear. Knowing that I caused her pain felt awful, but I couldn't stop. My body was pressed against hers and I felt her heart begin to slow. I new she was unconscious.

That's when I dropped her body to the ground, disgusted with myself. My fangs went back up and my eyes went back to normal. I dropped to the ground, terrified that I had killed her, and checked her pulse. She was still alive. I bit my wrist and held up her head, forcing my blood into her mouth.

After a moment, her eyes fluttered open and I was so overcome with relief that I forgot what I had just happened and that she would be terrified of me. As soon as her eyes were open, she scrambled to stand up and ran to the door, but I, with my speed, beat her there.

A tear rolled down her face.

With everything that had just happened my head was clouded. I could not remember that I had the power to compel her, but even if I did I would want that to be a last resort. I didn't want to control Rachel like that. To take away the free will of someone I loved would truly make me a monster.

"What are you? You and Santana, you look like demons," Rachel said through harsh sobs.

I put my hand on her cheek and she flinched away. She looked disgusted with me. She felt her neck, still wet with her blood and her mouth still wet with mine.

I had to compel her. It was the only way. Before I did, I wiped away the blood on my mouth and on hers to clear away final questions.

I looked deep into her eyes and said, "Rachel. You went for a walk in the gardens. An animal attacked you. It bit your neck. You blacked out. That's all you remember." I said. It wasn't a lie- an animal did attack her.

She blinked and her face became contorted with confusion. She looked at me.

"Quinn," she said. "How..." She trailed off. I escorted her to her bed where she sat, feeling her neck still.

"You were attacked. I have to go tell Daphne that you were attacked and you need a wet cloth." I said. I went and got a cloth from daphne. I wet it with water from Rachel's bathroom and came back to attend to her. She seemed confused, but happy. I think she remembered it was her birthday. I wiped her neck clean, but she still had two deep holes in her neck.

"Hang on, Rachel," I said.

I went into my room and brought back a scarf and put it around her neck.

She smiled when I gave it to her which made me smile as I tried to not think about what I had done. Then I realized something. What I did was awful, but she doesn't remember it, she's not in pain anymore. She'll never know it happened. I kept telling myself over and over again to ensure my conscious that what I did was not wrong. And I almost bought it. I had never felt guilty for anything. I don't know how to handle it.

Later...

Santana's POV

Quinn's cook has taken ill. Rachel's birthday dinner will take place at my home and I have a special present for Rachel, even more special than the one I gave her this morning before she went to go see Quinn.

I got dressed in black lace and upon hearing a knock at the door, answered it. I saw Rachel standing there, dressed in a brilliant mauve dress. She wore a scarf around her neck. I had never seen her wear a scarf before.

"Rachel," I said. "Happy birthday," was all I could think to say as I marveled at her appearance. "Come in, please come in," I said.

She walked in, followed by Quinn.

"Hello, Quinn," I said flatly.

"Santana," She responded. I smelled blood on her breath, I didn't know whose.

Dinner was lovely. Rachel was happy. When Rachel and Quinn were about to leave, I stopped them.

"Rachel, I have a present I need to give you. Why don't you just stay here tonight. I'm sure you could borrow something of mine to sleep in." I walked closer to her. "Or not sleep in."

Rachel looked at Quinn as if to ask permission. Damn it, Quinn. It's not your decision.

Rachel looked back at me and nodded happily. I smiled and Quinn left, sulking slightly.

I took Rachel's hand and ran up the stairs giddily.

I kissed her as soon as we were in my room. We sat on the bed, next to each other, but facing each other. I looked her in the eyes. I smelled something that I thought I smelled before, but dismissed. It was blood. Rachel's blood. I looked at her scarf. Then there was Quinn's breath and look of guilt. I put to two and two together. I was furious with Quinn, but even more worried for Rachel. I didn't let the emotions I was feeling show on my face. Tentatively, I took the scarf off of Rachel's neck. There they were; bite marks. They were deep and distinct.

"Rachel, what happened?" I asked, wondering what Quinn had compelled her to think.

"I was attacked by an animal," she said, but she didn't seem sure.

Of course Quinn didn't exactly think this through very well. Where did this animal come from? Why did no one here her screams? Rachel was desperate to believe anything but the truth so she bought this story that Quinn fed her.

I touched her neck. She flinched.

"I'm sorry," I said.

I lifted her chin so that she looked me in the eyes.

"I love you." I said. That was the present I wanted to give her.

She looked at me, surprised. I waited for her to say it back. She had to say It back, I wouldn't be able to take it if she didn't say it back.

"I love you too," she said. I smiled, relived. I hugged her and she winced.

"Sorry," I said.

She shook her head. "It's fine," she said with a smile.

I was happy, truly happy and the only thing that obstructed it was the thought that Quinn had told Rachel she loved her first and Rachel had said it back.

"It's been a lovely day, but I'm very tired. May I go to sleep?" Rachel asked.

I nodded and we cuddled together on my bed and she fell asleep in my arms.