Not Like I Think About You Constantly

By: Tracy Cook

Disclaimer: I do not own anything; these characters belong to the creators of Glee, One Tree Hill, and The Vampire Diaries.

Authors Note: This is an AU fic that focuses around Glee/OTH/Vampire Diaries. There will be NO VAMPIRES and characters may be slightly OOC, but I will try and keep them in character.

Pairing: Quinn/Rachel, Brooke/Haley, and Caroline/Rebekah.

Rating: M

Chapter Seven

Secrets in the Night

'Quinn's body was shaking as she held onto herself and stared at the wall. She would not turn around and face Rachel. "I want to be around you, I just can't stand to be around you."

Rachel's heart shattered into a million pieces as she heard this sentence, but she didn't give up. If there was even the slightest chance to be closer to Quinn, she had to take it. "Quinn I am not certain that makes sense, albeit I am inebriated, but what do you mean when you say that you do in fact wish to be around me, you simply cannot stand to be?"

"It means that I can't stand it! Why can't you understand that, Rachel!?" She screamed out, her voice cracking under the weight of the overwhelming emotions that she felt.

"But why? Why can't you stand being around me? Why do you hate me so much?"

"I don't hate you." She turned now and looked down into large confused brown eyes, her hazel eyes shimmering with tears and full of confliction. Rachel could not read what was hidden behind them. "I would love nothing more than to be your friend, I just can't." Tears fell from her eyes and streamed down her face. "The feelings are far too overwhelming… I just can't."

"Quinn." Rachel whispered out as she took a step toward the beautiful blonde, reaching out to place a hand on her arm. "What do you mean? What feelings?"

Quinn took a step away from her, shrugging her hand off.

"Please, Rachel. Just leave me alone…"

"But, Quinn-"

"-Please?"

Rachel replayed the conversation from the party over and over in her mind and it still didn't make any sense. Wrapping her arm tightly around her gold star pillow, she pulled it closer to her body and snuggled her face against it. Trying to pick apart everything that Quinn had said.

She didn't understand what Quinn had meant when she said that she would love nothing more than to be her friend.

That did not seem to be the case. There was more than enough evidence to prove the contrary.

If she wanted to be her friend then why would she insult her all of the time? Why would she call her names and hurt her feelings? If she didn't hate her, then why did she act like she hated her? Rachel was a strong believer that actions speak louder than words, and Quinn's actions screamed, I hate you. Yet, she continued to tell her that she didn't. It was all too confusing.

Also, what did she mean when she said the feelings were overwhelming?

What feelings? Feelings of hatred? Or maybe feelings of—'No! Don't you dare start thinking that way, Rachel Berry. There is no possible way that she holds romantic feelings toward you. You are just reading way too far into things and giving yourself false hope.'

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Caroline felt Tyler move behind her, attempting to get closer to her as he pulled her body against his own. She had tried once again to sleep with her boyfriend and actually enjoy it, and once again she hadn't. It was not that it wasn't good, as far as sex went it was the standard procedure, it was just missing something essential.

It was missing that connection. That feeling that you get when you never want it to stop, when you want to feel their arms around you, feel their lips against your own, when your heart races and your body aches with need.

She didn't feel any of that with Tyler.

In fact, if she were completely honest with herself, she didn't even want to stay the night in his arms. She felt awkward and numb laying there, pretending to be enjoying herself and basking in the safety that was her boyfriend. When in actuality she couldn't even sleep because of how awkward she felt in his arms. It caused her stomach to flip with disgust. She felt like a terrible person.

Caroline had spent years pining after Tyler, believing that he was the solution to all of her problems. That he would be the one to make her feel loved. Now she had him and finally got everything that she ever wanted and she didn't want it anymore. It was selfish. She was selfish.

What was worse than not feeling anything, was that she continued to think about Rebekah throughout the night. She could hear Rebekah's accented voice singing in her head, 'don't think of me.' It was practically tormenting her.

'Maybe that's why I can't stop picturing her while I am with Tyler…'

It seemed like a logical explanation. Since Rebekah had arrived at the school, she had been constantly flirting with her and putting these thoughts into her head. Telling her not to think about her while she was with her boyfriend, teasing her about her sex life, and now all that she could think about was Rebekah.

Every time that Tyler kissed her, she thought about those beautiful full lips and that smirk. And when she was in his arms she would wonder what it would be like to be in her arms. When he ran his fingers through her hair, she imagined perfect manicured nails tracing their way down her neck and over her back before digging into her skin as she reached completion. Cursing out obscenities in her accented voice as she came.

'Damn it! Why the hell did she put these thoughts in my head!?'

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Rebekah twisted her fingers into the blankets covering her bed. Holding on so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her body was convulsing and tears were falling from her closed eyes as she let out soft whimpers in her sleep. She was alone in her mansion. No family around, no friends, just her. Ever since the age of seven she got terrible nightmares and tonight was no different.

The sound of rain could be heard tapping against the window of her room. Lightning sped past the window, illuminating the room, lighting her pale skin, and making her tears evident in the darkness. Her sheets were stained with her pain.

She was lost in her dreams. Lost in her nightmares.

'There was a little girl; she looked to be around the age of six or seven. Her blonde hair was tangled and tied in braids. Dirt and blood were smudged across her face and white dress, and she had cuts along her hands and knees. She was sitting under the deck of a ship with another person. He was far older than her. In his early teens. His brown hair was curly and he was staring up at the deck above them.

"Shh… Bekah." He reprimanded. "You need to be quiet."

She tried to silence her cries, but she could not control her sobs. Pulling her knees close to her chest she looked over at him with sad blue eyes. "But I'm scared, Nik."

"I know, but if you don't be quiet they are going to catch us. Do you want that?"

She held her breath and forced her body to calm down as she shook her head. Rebekah didn't want to be caught. If they were caught then she didn't know what they would do to them. Both of the kids' heads snapped up to the deck when they heard walking and the boards creaking above them.

After a few minutes the creaking stopped and she looked over to him. "What about mum, Nik? We can't just leave her there with him."

"Mum will be fine. He isn't going to hurt anyone else. I promise."

"How do you know?"

"Just be quiet, Bekah!"

Suddenly the boards above them creaked and they could hear two men speaking to each other. "Did you hear that?" One of them asked frantically.

"What?"

"Voices! I swear that I heard voices!"

Rebekah cowered in the corner and watched the shadows above them. She was holding her breath, because she was terrified that they could hear her breathing. She was terrified that they would catch her. That they would take her and her brother back to him.'

Her eyes snapped open and she gasped out for air as she stared up at the ceiling in her room. She was back in Lima, Ohio. Letting out a few ragged breaths she tried to contain her racing heartbeat and return her breathing to normal. It was just a bad dream. She had them all of the time.

Reaching up, she wiped the tears from her face with one of her hands while the other held onto the necklace around her neck. It was her most cherished possession.

"Bad dream, Rebekah?" A familiar voice asked from beside her bed.

Rebekah hastily sat up in bed and furrowed her brows as she tried to see in the dark. Her eyes focused on a man who was sitting beside her bed in one of the chairs. His curly hair was wet, and his clothes were soaked, more than likely due to the rain outside. She did not recognize him, but in a way she knew exactly who he was.

"Niklaus?" She asked with a confused expression on her face. Her heart was racing, and she was holding the blanket up to her body. It made her feel safer in his presence. "What are you doing here?"

He smiled. "What? A brother cannot visit his sister now?"

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'Quinn was walking down the hallway of the high school, wearing her cheerleading outfit. She felt confident in herself when she wore that outfit and hid behind the façade. But suddenly, her confidence was broken as she was pinned up against the lockers by Rachel Berry. Rachel was staring deep into her eyes with intense lust-filled brown. They were dark with desire.

"Rachel, what are you—"

"—be quiet, Quinn! Be quiet and pay attention to me. Can't you see that all I want is for you to pay attention to me?" Rachel whispered out, her voice deep and sensual as she pressed her lips against the blonde's.

"But, Rachel… It's wrong…" She muttered out between heated kisses. She could already feel herself giving in to temptation. Quinn enjoyed the way that those soft lips felt against her own, the way that those hands felt against her skin. She whimpered when Rachel pulled away to speak again. She never wanted her to stop kissing her.

"No, what's wrong is when you ignore me and deny yourself these feelings. These feelings aren't wrong. Does this feel wrong to you?"

Quinn was just about to push Rachel off of her when she leant forward and captured her lips in another heated kiss. Her full lips moving against hers in a rhythm, begging for her to return the kiss. After a few minutes of struggling, she reluctantly started to kiss back. What started in reluctance quickly became necessity and she had her hands tangled in dark hair as she pulled Rachel closer to her. Needing more of her.

Rachel smirked into the kiss and extended her tongue, running it over Quinn's bottom lip, begging for entrance. Which she granted. Their tongues started a dance and she could feel her body heating up and an aching desire forming between her thighs.

She needed more contact.

As if Rachel could read her mind, she thrust her toned thigh between her legs pressing it up against her heated womanhood. Quinn groaned out into the kiss and dug her nails into Rachel's hair, pulling her closer as she rocked her hips against her thigh. When the starlet moaned out into her mouth she felt her arousal growing and knew that she was already so close. She had never felt so turned on in her life.

Not when she made out with any of her boyfriends.

She and Rachel hadn't even done much of anything and she was already so close.

Quinn's body shivered as Rachel's fingers traced over the fabric of her cheerleading top, ghosting over her hardened nipples. She knew that any minute she would—'

"Quinnie! Wake up! You've got to get ready for church!" Her mother's voice pulled her out of her dreams and she gasped out, sitting up in bed.

Her body was covered in sweat and she could feel her arousal between her thighs. It made her stomach twist with disgust. She had been having these sexual dreams about Rachel Berry for years now, but they grew more and more vivid and frequent the more time that she spent around the other woman. Usually Quinn tried to control everything around her, but she could not seem to master control over her dreams.

Pushing herself out of bed, she headed to the shower.

She needed to wash away the shame.

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Quinn stared at the priest as he replayed a sermon that she was certain she had heard over one hundred times in her lifetime, for she had it entirely memorized. She was wearing a white summer dress that went down past her knees and a sweater to cover her shoulders. She did not wish to expose too much skin. Her eyes were focused on the priest, but her mind was focused on her dreams.

It felt even worse thinking about them in the Lord's house.

She spent the hour going through the motions and waiting for mass to be over so that she could go to confession. She had a lot to confess.

Once confession began, she dismissed herself from the pew and headed toward the back of the church. Entering one of the confessionals and waiting for the priest to say his speech before listening to her.

"How long has it been since your last confession?" He asked.

"A week." She muttered out, tears filling her eyes. "I thought about her again, Father. I know that a confession doesn't count if you keep sinning, but I can't stop it." Her voice cracked as she finished the confession.

"Impure thoughts are the hardest to control my dear child."

"I just want them to go away." Quinn spoke through her sobs as she violently wiped the tears from her cheeks. This was the only place that she felt comfortable being vulnerable and she was still terrified to cry. Even in front of a man that would get his lips sewn shut if he were to tell anyone her deepest secrets.

There was sadness in his voice as he spoke, "Keep sending prayers and you will be in my prayers as well."

"Thank you, Father." She smiled and wiped the tears from her face. Making sure that she looked presentable so that her parents would not ask any questions, before leaving the confessional and heading back to the pew to kneel down and pray for forgiveness.

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Haley looked over her outfit in the mirror in her bedroom. She usually did not care to dress up for school, in fact she never did. She got made fun of for wearing dorky hats, t-shirts, and her poncho all the time, but today was different. Today Brooke Davis was picking her up and taking her to school. And she wanted to look good for her.

The entire situation was too weird to really comprehend.

She had expected this year to be the same as always, but she had been wrong. This year was already completely different. The glee club was successful and probably going to Nationals and one of the "head bitches in charge" was driving her to school.

Haley could tell that something more than friendship was forming between Brooke and herself, but she did not really understand the feelings or want to act on them. At least not until she knew that they were returned. Brooke flirted with her a lot, at least it felt like she did, but Brooke Davis was known to flirt with anyone and everyone. There was no reason for her to believe that she was special.

'Except she is taking me to school…' A smile spread across her face and her heart leapt.

'Honk, Honk!'

Haley grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder as she rushed down the stairs to the front door, only turning to yell over her shoulder. "Bye mom, bye dad! Love you guys!"

She rushed outside and smiled brightly as she witnessed Brooke waving from inside of her slug bug. It was a strange sight. She just couldn't believe that the cheerleader was actually at her house. The tutor ran across the yard and opened the passenger-side door, climbing into the car.

"Hey Brooke, thanks again for the ride." Haley had already thanked her multiple times since she had made the offer. She always felt bad when she accepted help from anyone.

"No problem." She said with a dimpled grin. "Now buckle up, and I warn you now I'm not the safest driver."

"You couldn't have warned me before you offered me the ride?" Haley asked as she put on her seatbelt.

"What fun would that have been?" Brooke raised a brow at her and shifted gears before pressing down on the gas and speeding away from the curb and down the street. Haley's brown eyes widened in fear and she laughed. It was adorable.

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Caroline felt like a stalker as she watched Rebekah's locker impatiently, her arms crossed over her chest. She needed to speak with the other blonde and she knew that if she did not speak with her right away than her confusing feelings would continue to eat away at her until she did.

Suddenly, she spotted her walking down the hallway toward her locker. She had a frown on her face and she appeared to be lost in her thoughts, but Caroline did not care at the moment. She was too angry with her for playing with her emotions and filling her head with all of these thoughts.

When Rebekah stopped walking and turned to put in the combination to her locker, Caroline strut down the hallway toward her.

"How dare you, Rebekah!?" She asked in an angry tone of voice. "Was that your plan all along? To get into my head and plant your seed and watch it grow until it destroyed my relationship with Tyler!?" Caroline knew that she was rambling and that she probably wasn't making a whole lot of sense, but she knew what she meant.

Rebekah smirked and turned to look over her shoulder at Caroline. Ignoring everything that she had said, she spoke in a calm voice. "Well, good morning to you too, Caroline."

She stared at the other woman with wide eyes, her mouth agape. She had not been expecting Rebekah to respond to her angry rant in such a manner. When she found her voice she was even more furious. "Seriously!?" Caroline stepped closer to her, staring deep into her eyes. "That's all you have to say? Good morning Caroline!?"

Rebekah pursed her full lips and squinted her eyes at the other woman.

Caroline scoffed. "Typical!" She threw up her hands and turned to walk away.

Rebekah quickly moved around the other woman, so that she was standing in front of her and blocking her path. Caroline stared up at her with confused eyes. "What do you want me to say, love?" She asked, taking a step closer to her and watching as the beautiful woman took a step away from her. "That I am sorry for showing you that things between you and Tyler are not quite as wonderful as you anticipated they would be?"

"Well, yeah that would be a start."

Rebekah took another step toward Caroline, and once again Caroline took a step back. Only this time she backed into the lockers and found herself trapped between them and the British woman. Rebekah smirked and raised a brow at her. "See, I would apologize, but how on earth is that my fault?"

"Because, you started flirting with me and getting in my head and told me not to think about you when I am with him, and now that's all I can think about!" She said with a groan of frustration.

Chuckling amusedly at the explanation, Rebekah leant forward so that her face was closer to Caroline's. Her lips were hovering dangerously close to the other woman's. "I am still failing to see how this is my fault, sweets."

"It just is!" Her pale cheeks were painted red with embarrassment at their close proximity.

"What do you think about, exactly?" Rebekah wondered curiously, her heated breath rushing against Caroline's lips.

"W-what do you mean?" She stuttered out, her blush intensifying.

"When you are with Tyler and you are thinking about me. What do you think about?"

"Um…" She paused and attempted to collect her thoughts, her mind didn't seem to want to work. "N-nothing really. I mean, just like stuff you've said and—" Caroline's sentence was cut off as she jumped and let out a squeak when Rebekah started to trace her fingertips down her cheek and over her long neck.

"And what, exactly?" She wondered, moving in even closer so that their lips were less than an inch apart. Her fingers were now gently running over Caroline's prominent collarbone, she felt her body tremble beneath her fingers, and watched as her eyes fluttered closed before snapping back open. She was obviously trying her hardest not to enjoy the contact.

Rebekah teased the strap of Caroline's shirt, running her fingers beneath it and smirking when she took in a sharp breath. "Do you imagine what it would be like if it were I who was holding you tightly against my body? If it were I touching you, kissing you…" Her voice trailed off as she leant in further so that her lips were just brushing against Caroline's as she spoke. "Inside of you?"

Caroline attempted to say something, but she could not force her lips to move. She could not do anything. She couldn't even breathe. 'I think that I am going to pass out…'

Rebekah pulled back and removed her hand. She heard the other woman let out a whimper at the loss of contact, and even pout a bit. 'Aw, she didn't want me to stop. Isn't that cute.'

"Well, you should probably stop that. I do not think that your boyfriend would like it if you continued to think about me in such ways." She offered her one last smile before turning to walk down the hallway.

Regaining control of her body, Caroline took in a breath and blinked a few times and then turned to look after the retreating woman. "See! That, right there! What the hell was that!?"

Rebekah did not turn around, but she did offer an answer. "I believe that it is called flirting, darling. Perhaps if you were to stop skipping English class you would know that."

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Brooke smiled brightly as she walked down the hallway toward the tutor center. If you would have told her a year ago, hell if you would have told her a week ago, that going to study was going to be her favorite part of the day, she would have laughed in your face. But, it truly was her favorite part of the day. She loved spending time with Haley.

It had been a long time since someone had made her feel worthy of happiness, but Haley always managed to do that.

Walking into the tutor center, she was about to greet the tutor but stopped mid-sentence as she witnessed Haley smiling and talking to Nathan.

"Congratulations!" Haley said with a bright smile as she accepted his hug.

Brooke felt her stomach twist into knots as she was filled with jealousy and anger. She watched him closely, noticing the way that his hand ran over her back and he held onto her a little longer than necessary. 'Did he just sniff her hair? What the heck is up with this guy!?'

Her heart was racing and she wanted to do something irrational. 'Like punch him in the face… god, let her the fuck go already!' She clenched and unclenched her fists as she debated actually hitting Nathan, but she knew that Haley would not like that. Plus, then she would have to admit her feelings sooner than she felt comfortable with. You didn't just hit someone for hugging your friend.

"See ya Wednesday!" Nathan said with a smile.

"See ya." Haley responded, waving.

The tutor watched him walk out of the room and noticed that Brooke was walking out of the room as well. She furrowed her brows in confusion as she watched the cheerleader's back. 'Is she not coming today…? Did I do something to upset her?'

She quickly put two and two together and realized that Brooke had witnessed her and Nathan hugging and had probably got the wrong impression. 'Great! Looks like we're gonna have to talk about this—whatever this is—sooner than I thought…'

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Authors Note:

I got so many encouraging and wonderful reviews from you all that I decided to add another chapter really fast! It took me awhile to write, and staying up all night, and I have work in about 40 minutes, but I got it up! :) I hope that you all enjoy it! Please leave me some reviews and I will try and get out the next chapter REALLY soon!

Oh and also for those of you worried about Faberry's progression, something BIG is going to happen in chapter 9 to push them together. :) So no worries. They will get there.

Thank you all for reading! You are all wonderful.

-Tracy Cook