The (Super)Natural Release, Ch. 4/?
Title: The (Super)Natural Release, Ch. 4/?
Author: Bladed Darkness
Category: Glee
Summary: Rachel's a vampire, and when she gets turned on, her fangs come out, and because it's Quinn's fault that that happens it's only fair that Quinn helps Rachel with her, uhm, little problem. Prompt at the Glee Kink Meme. Bump in the Night is by the Hex Girls (or technically, the AllStars, seems my iTunes was confused), who appeared in Scooby Doo & the Witch's Ghost, along with a few other Scooby Doo movies and episodes. I have a fascination with them and the song in particular.
Pairing: Faberry
Length: 1000+
Rating: NC-17 or M
Quinn blinked in disbelief from her vantage point in her car. What was Santana doing there?
Oh, she had expected Puck. Quinn had even accepted the possibility that he might, perhaps, be in Rachel's bedroom. Santana, however, was totally unanticipated. And dressed as she wasn't, too! Quinn's lip curled as she forced down a stab of something in her chest.
What did it mean?
Was Santana aware of what Rachel and Puck were? Or worse, was she one as well? Certainly Puck and Santana were very similar, and this relationsh- friendship, Quinn corrected herself. This friendship with Puck would seem to suggest that Rachel shared a few traits with them as well.
Just how many freaking vampires were there in Lima? And why would they not leave her alone? And none of this answered the question of whether Beth was safe with Shelby, or if Beth was something... other now.
Quinn continued to watch Rachel's window for a while, looking for any sign of movement, but without luck. Finally, with a growl of frustration, Quinn left her spot on the street.
Santana's lips curled into a smirk as she watched the car crawl down the street and she slid the living room curtain closed with a snap of her wrist. Interesting...
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Wednesday passed for Rachel in much the same way as Tuesday did, with Quinn once again avoiding her in the hallways and firmly placing Brad and the piano between them during rehearsal. Before she realized it, the blonde was rushing out of the room on her way to cheerleading practice.
Rachel watched her with a growl, and Puck nudged her. He made a motion towards the rest of New Directions, which were watching Quinn's retreating form with some confusion. With another growl, Rachel grabbed her bag and stormed off.
Why was Quinn being so difficult? She slumped against her locker. Was this because she wasn't human or because she was a girl? Then again, Puck seemed to think Quinn's behavior was similar to how she brushed him off after their own affair. Quinn's avoidance didn't seem like it was merely the result of a sexual encounter, however.
On Thursday, Rachel was miserable. Once again, Quinn's thighs, draped in her customary Cheerio red skirt, were making Rachel's fangs twitch. Quinn seemed to have relaxed on avoiding Rachel, but still went out of her way to make sure there wasn't any conversations between the two of them.
The bell rang signaling the end of Spanish, but Rachel hardly noticed until a pair of tan thighs replaced her view of Quinn's toned ones. She reluctantly looked up, already annoyed at who she knew was responsible.
Santana smirked back at her, eyebrow raised. She took a step closer to the petite vampire's desk before leaning down. Placing a hand on her forearm, she startled Rachel by murmuring, “You should come watch practice today.”
Jerking her arm back in surprise, Rachel replied, “I'll have to decline, Santana. I have an awful lot to do today to ensure that I'll be performing at the best of my capabilities tomorrow and- ”
“Berry,” Santana sighed, leaning back in exasperation, “Just come. It'll be worth it, trust me.”
“That's exactly what I don't do, Santana. Trust you.”
Santana waved her off. “We'll be practicing in the gym today,” she said, walking away. “Don't be late or you'll regret it.”
Rachel frowned. Coach Sylvester didn't exactly approve of Rachel watching her practices. Last time, Rachel had watched from behind the bleachers on the field, and the moment she'd finally got a good glimpse of Quinn, the woman was suddenly there breathing down her neck and screaming about 'midget spies'. And there wasn't anywhere in the gym to stay hidden from view.
The woman was frightening. No, she'd have to ignore Santana's advice for now. Rachel would just have to corner Quinn tomorrow following their performance after school. Perhaps by then Quinn would be calm enough to talk.
By the end of the day, Rachel was ready to curl up at home. Santana had been shooting her infuriating smirks during the rest of their shared classes, and she was eager to get away from the cheerleader. She was nearly out the door when a hand wrapped around her wrist tightly and pulled her backwards. Caught by surprise, she nearly resisted before restraining herself. Once she saw who was holding her back, Rachel suppressed a snarl.
“Look, are you going to the gym or not?” Santana tapped her foot impatiently, staring her down.
“No. Look,” Rachel said, pulled her arm from Santana's grip. “Coach Sylvester doesn't like me to watch her practices. She hates me.”
“Whatever.” Santana tossed her hair. “Come over here then.” She walked off without checking to see if Rachel was following, and Rachel was sorely tempted to simply leave, but angering Santana wasn't a good idea, regardless of the fact that she was human. She wouldn't doubt that the taller girl would attempt to murder her in her sleep if she embarrassed her in public.
Resigning herself to Santana's machinations, Rachel followed her, noting vaguely that they passed the gym. Wondering where they were going now, but deciding not to ask, her curiosity increased as they entered the girls' locker room. Santana led them to a far shower, gesturing for Rachel enter. She followed and shut the flimsy door behind them.
“Look, Berry. I don't like competition,” Santana drawled, leaning down over Rachel. She mentally rolled her eyes. If Santana wasn't human, then this would be intimidating. “So, I'm willing to cut you a deal.”
Rachel frowned. “A deal?”
Santana grinned, resting against the wall of the shower. “Puck's mine. I'm willing to share if you take care of Q, though. Make sure she can't catch his eye and shit.”
“Wait, what?”
“Lopez! Get out here now! Move that scrawny excuse for a cheerleader!”
Santana stumbled her way out. “We'll talk later, Berry.”
“But I- ” Rachel cut herself off and groaned, thumping her head against the side of the stall.