The (Super)Natural Release, 2/?
Title: The (Super)Natural Release 2/?
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 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: 1100+
Rating: NC-17 or M
Rachel woke up feeling a slight chill and snuggled towards the warmth behind her. Or at least, the warmth that had been behind her. Sitting up and rolling over, she frowned at the absence of a certain blonde in the room.
If Rachel wasn't naked save for the hickey just below her hip, there would be no sign that Quinn had ever been there.
Not even her scent lingered enough for Rachel to pick up on it.
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Halfway across town, Quinn Fabray was running on autopilot, rushing through her morning routine and blissfully unaware of anything around her.
It wasn't until she reached the school and was throwing her books into her locker that Quinn's brain finally kicked back into gear for the first time since waking up naked, wrapped around an equally bare Rachel Berry. She gripped the edge of the metal tightly, not caring as her knuckles turned white. Quinn felt her stomach churn and hurried to the bathroom. She leaned over the sink, breathing deeply.
What the hell had she been thinking yesterday? Rachel was a... Quinn swallowed.
What she'd done was highly dangerous and equally irresponsible. Quinn nodded at herself in the mirror. Okay. It couldn't happen again then.
She'd make sure of it.
-
Unfortunately for Quinn, avoiding Rachel was easier said than done and took a lot more effort than she expected. Who knew she was in close proximity to the petite singer that many times on a daily basis? It was like they gravitated toward each other subconsciously.
Still, she'd put in the effort and managed to evade the smaller girl for most of the day. Even during rehearsal she'd awkwardly kept Brad and his piano between them and the strained silence before leaving as quickly as possible when they were finally dismissed by Mr. Schuester. She'd hurriedly collected everything absolutely necessary for any homework that was due tomorrow from her locker when she heard voices around the corner and froze.
“Want me to help you get your mind off it?” It was the tone more than anything that told her what Puck was talking about.
“Noah...”
“C'mon, you, me, some wine coolers. You could use a little company in that lonely house of yours.” Quinn held her breath as there was another pause in the conversation. “You and I both know we have a lot more in common than anyone else realizes.”
“Will you keep your voice down?!” she heard Rachel hiss.
Quinn felt like she was choking. She slid down her locker, trying desperately to stop the loud, shallow pants escaping her. Was Puck - ?
Surely she would have noticed if Puck was, well, like Rachel. Wouldn't she? But then her mind started drawing up all the minute similarities. She never saw them interact very much in school until the last few years, but outside of school was a different matter. Sometimes she would watch Rachel walk Puck's sister home, Noah following behind them and smiling that gentle smirk that he seemed to have reserved solely for Rachel and family. Every so often the two would be off in the corner of the choir room, smirking at some private joke. And Rachel had easily kept it hidden until yesterday. Quinn had certainly never picked up on it while glaring at every inch of the girl.
Was it inherited? Did she need to worry about her baby? Shelby. Was Shelby a danger to Be- oh God, Beth. Was she one?
She had to get out of here. Now. Before she lost what little sanity she had left.
No longer trying to keep quiet, Quinn sprinted down the hallway in the direction opposite of Rachel and Puck.
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“So what's up?” Puck asked, leaning against the locker next to Rachel's as she pulled out certain books and organized the rest of them. He rolled his eyes at the meticulous action before grabbing the tome off the top of her stack and chucking it into her locker, ignoring her protests at the move. He angled himself closer and lowered his voice. “C'mon, don't think I didn't see those looks you've been shooting Princess Quinn.”
“There's nothing to discuss, Noah,” replied Rachel, focusing her eyes on the interior of her locker and refusing to make eye contact.
He studied her for a moment before straightening up, surprised. “No way,” he exclaimed, before catching himself and dropping back down to a volume Rachel felt was more appropriate. “My Jewbro got a little bit of lovin' from the Lady Q.”
Rachel huffed. Honestly, was she that easy to read? Puck's grin faded as he looked her over once more. “And now she's givin' you the cold shoulder, same as she did to me.”
“And I didn't even have to get her pregnant,” snarled Rachel, frustrated with the blonde who had been playing hide-and-seek with her all day.
“Want me to help you get your mind off it?” Puck asked, genuinely concerned. Hey, Quinn ignoring you kinda sucks when you spent a pretty good night with her. Well, he was assuming Rachel's night went as well as his had. Rachel would've agreed that it was a good night, up until the point where she woke up anyways.
Rachel glanced over at him warily. “Noah...”
“C'mon, you, me, some wine coolers. You could use a little company in that lonely house of yours.”
“You know alcohol doesn't really affect me,” Rachel pointed out.
“You and I both know we have a lot more in common than anyone else realizes.” He smirked at her. “Just because you don't like people knowing you prowl around at night doesn't mean people don't expect it of me. C'mon, I'll give you an alibi and a free meal.”
“Will you keep your voice down?!” she hissed at him, fingers instinctively catching the front of his shirt and pulling him down. She glanced around, concerned.
“Whoa, hey, chill out,” he replied, prying her loose and smoothing down his shirt. “Look, I'll bring the alcohol and Santana and after you've eaten, we'll have a nice normal teenage night of delinquency and with luck, debauchery.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.
She peered at him suspiciously from underneath her bangs. “No supernatural business?”
“Babe, c'mon. I'm the Puckster.” He gave her another smirk and Rachel resisted the urge to hit him. “The only thing super will be how naturally I have you and San screaming my name.”
She hit him anyways.