Prompt from Sprog101:

A new girl (Rachel) comes into the high school. She is hot but doesn't enjoy the attention of everyone that she gets. The girl joins glee club and sees Quinn. She (Quinn) becomes her target and makes Quinn fall for her before revealing she is a vampire. She drinks from her as they make love/fuck.

Disclaimer: RIB and Fox own the characters. I'm just making them play. Hur. Also, sex in this chapter.

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Anyway, ON TO THE SEX.

The next day, Quinn startled when a hand was placed on her shoulder as she read in the auditorium at lunch. She looked up to see Rachel, leading her to dog-ear the corner and close the book, setting it on the seat next to her.

"Hey Rach," she whispered before clearing her throat. "How are you?" She watched as brown eyes roamed down her body and blushed self-consciously, scratching her eyebrow nervously.

"I'd be better if you had followed me out yesterday," she responded, coming to stand before her, looking down at her as the blonde's head tilted back to look at her, her neck becoming exposed. Blonde eyebrows furrowed slightly together as she watched red-tinted brown eyes zero in on her neck.

"I tried to find you, but by the time I got past Santana and Brittany, you were gone," she replied, rubbing the back of her neck.

"I waited for you, but I had important things to do and I couldn't put them off to wait any longer." Quinn lifted an eyebrow before looking away. As the brunette began to speak again, she looked back, "We could always just pick up from where we left off," she whispered as she straddled the girl in her seat.

Quinn barely blinked before soft lips were pressed confidently against her own. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she placed her hands on the girl's hips tentatively as the brunette's body arched into hers slightly. Her fingers flexed to pull her closer as the girl shifted on her lap. She gasped at the coolness of the small hands cupping her cheek and neck and moaned as the girl ran her tongue against her bottom lips, grazing hers in the process.

"I like this idea," Quinn panted as she pulled back from the girl's mouth to regain her breath. Surging forward again, Rachel pushed her hips down against the blonde's causing the blonde to jerk up into her. "I like it a lot."

Rachel pulled to look down at the blonde, waiting until hazel eyes finally opened and locked with hers instead of her lips. "I'd like it a lot more if you would quit talking," the brunette teased, running her fingers along the porcelain jaw, delighted with the shiver that shook the girl's body. Rachel leaned forward and brushed her nose against Quinn's, her lips hovering over the girl's but pulling back slightly when she tried to meet hers.

Rachel smirked and danced her fingers down the pale neck and along her arm before grasping a pale hand in her own and sliding it upwards, causing Quinn to gasp as her hand was settled upon the smaller girl's chest, the tan hand keeping her there. Rachel's eyes fluttered shut and she bit her lip as she closed her hand over the blonde's and consequently, her own breast. Quinn stared at her hand and then back up at the brunette.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, there's nothing I'd rather being doing right now, but we barely know each other and—oh, God."

A moan was wrenched from her throat when Rachel ground herself down, creating delicious friction against the apex of Quinn's thighs. Her hand over the girl's chest unconsciously squeezed. "Rachel is just fine, actually. No need to call me God," the brunette replied, smirking at her own antics.

"Fuck," Quinn moaned, throwing her head back and rolling her hips upwards unconsciously. "I guess that answers that question."

She didn't notice the brown eyes trained on her throat as she considered her luck of garnering the attention of the one person no one else had been honored to receive.

"Rachel. I need to talk to you."

Rachel looked up from the book she was skimming through in the library before school, seeing the same boy who had grabbed her earlier that week. She turned on her heel to walk away but was stopped the same way he stopped her before. She glared at him over her shoulder but her eyes widened slightly when his deep brown eyes flashed at her.

She pivoted back to him, crossing her arms, and stared at him until he continued.

"When I saw you at the beginning of the week, I knew there was something that was familiar about you, but I couldn't remember exactly what it was. Then I was looking through some old pictures, and I saw you." He rubbed his forehead before crossing his arms over his chest and looking around before stepping closer to her and lowering his voice. "I saw you die. You were dead. And now you're here."

Rachel stared impassively at him and he ran a hand through his hair, before stepping closer still. "You were dead, dead. How does that not faze you?" said Puckerman, frustrated that she was just staring at him and not making a big deal over her own death.

"Look, Rachel. I get it, you don't want people here to know what you are, but I already know. We're in the same situation. We were both in the same place, due to Shelby's orders, and I saw you die. I saw those other guys kill you. You're not supposed to come back after that, Rachel." Her eyes cut up to him, her mouth turned down in a deep scowl. He lowered his voice further, "They burned you alive, or dead, or whatever, it doesn't matter." He paused. "What matters is how the hell you got out of there?"

"I have my ways, Puckerman."

"Goddamnit, Berry! Show some sort of emotion with this! You were dead," he snapped, invading her space. Her eyes flashed dangerously as she pushed herself closer to him, getting in his face and baring her teeth.

"I've been dead for over fifteen years and you want me to show some emotion now? Why bother? It's not like there's anything I can change about it; it doesn't change anything!" She turned away from him once more, walking towards the exit of the library.

"Seriously, Berry," he growled, grabbing her arm again. "Stop walking away from me!"

She yanked her arm away, spinning around and shoving him hard in the chest. "Don't touch me again, Puckerman. Stay away from me."

Puck stumbled backwards before clenching his jaw and balling his fists up. As she turned around to storm out again, he called after her, "Does Shelby even know you're alive?" He watched as she faltered slightly.

"It doesn't matter."

With that, she walked out.

She needed a distraction. She knew that she recognized that damn bastard. He was there that day, he was the one with whom Shelby sent her to scout out the area. She shook her head, trying to rid her thoughts, but once she started remembering she couldn't stop. She couldn't stop the memories of the fire climbing the walls, the creaking and crumbling of the infrastructure of the building, the heat, the feeling of the flames licking across her skin, the smoke burning throughout the air and somehow stinging her eyes.

She barely noticed she'd bumped into someone before a hand grabbed her arm. She spun around quickly. "I told you to keep your hands off me!" she snapped before rounding on Puck.

"Oh, Quinn," she whispered, feeling strangely unhappy for placing that hurt look on her face as the blonde retracted her hand. "I'm sor—"

Quinn shook her head, her brows furrowing slightly before she forced a smile. "Sorry, I thought that, you know, after yesterday you wouldn't mind. But, uh, that was obviously a wrong assumption." Her gaze fell to the floor as she wrung her hands nervously. "I'll make sure not to touch you again."

Rachel stared after the blonde as she walked quickly down the corridor as she herself stood frozen in place. She had felt something other than anger or annoyance for the first time in years, she hadn't even felt that in the last few years of her actual, living, breathing life. And now she was feeling things for a high school girl? Even after seeing hundreds of different high school girls ranging from pretty to exceeding breathtaking?

It had to mean something.

She finally shook herself out of her trance and took off down the hallway, turning the corner and finding Quinn no place in sight.

"Damn it, Quinn," she muttered under her breath before she closed her eyes and heard the soft muffled cries coming from a door down the hall. Walking briskly towards the door, she opened her eyes and saw it was a bathroom before trying to push it open.

"Quinn." She heard the muffled crying stop and a couple of sniffles sound.

"What do you want, Berry?" The voice called from within.

"Will you open the door?"

"So you can make sure I don't touch you again? Trust me, Berry, if you don't want my hands on you, you're more than welcome to leave at any point. I don't want to be near you anyway."

Rachel sighed deeply and rested her hand against the door, her forehead close to it. "Quinn, please let me explain."

"There's nothing to explain! You don't like me. You just wanted to get your fun and now you're done. It's fine, it's—it's whatever. Just leave. Go back to Washington or wherever the hell you came from. Nobody wants you here, least of all me."

Inside, Quinn jumped at the impact of what she presumed was Rachel's hand against the door. "For fuck's sake, Quinn. Open the door and let me explain before you get all butthurt. I don't want to sit through your 'pity me' routine before you can even let me talk."

" 'Pity me' routine? You think that I'm pitying myself? Obviously you're delirious, Berry, if you think that I would be affected by being used. It's not as if you're the first to do it and you definitely won't be the last! I'm not going to open this damn door!" She shouted through the door, glaring at it as if she could see through it to glare at the brunette.

"Quinn! Would you just stop for two damn seconds and actually let me explain instead of assuming things? You're making an ass out of yourself, and it's only going to get worse if you keep going!" Rachel heard a huff and a groan before a thump against the door, then silence. Just as she was about to try again, she heard the unmistakable click of the door unlocking before it was opened and she was yanked inside by her collar.

A breath she hadn't known she had left her lungs as she was pushed up against the wall and lips were on hers, hard and demanding. Rachel moaned as Quinn's hands ran over her body, squeezing and teasing but pleasing only enough to cause a familiar and acute ache between her legs. Small hands caught slender, pale hands and guided them against the wall near her head, lips nipping at soft lips and breaths coming out in quick pants.

"You still don't want me to touch you?" Quinn whispered, trying to sound annoyed, but her voice just sounded small and vulnerable.

"No—God, do I want you to touch me—it's just I want to explain to you what occurred before I got too distracted by all the things you make me feel." Rachel squeezed Quinn's hands reassuringly, her thumbs rubbing against pale hands in a comforting manner. At Quinn's nod, Rachel continued, "Noah Puckerman has been attempting to converse with me as of late, and I am adamantly against his mindless Neanderthal actions of grabbing at me to get my attention instead of asking for my attention like a normal, sensible human being," she huffed in annoyance, "Therefore, when you grabbed my arm, I believed it was he instead of you, and I simply lashed out instead of confirming my suspicions first."

"So you assumed and made an ass out of yourself, leading me to assume and make an ass out of myself?" Quinn asked, raising an eyebrow as a corner of her lip trembled against an oncoming smile. Rachel cocked her head slightly before biting her lip, brows furrowing together cutely.

"Yes. I suppose that sums it up accurately, actually," she concurred, smiling in slight bewilderment up at the blonde and squeezing her hands again. She smirked shyly before she arched her back up to press against the blonde, biting her lip coquettishly while batting her eyelashes prettily. "But now that I've explained my earlier reaction, I'd like to show you my reaction whenever you touch me," she whispered against the girl's lips before pressing them against hers.

As hands were guided down her body, two moans sounded out as fingers slid and hands groped, mouths panting and eyes shut in pleasure.

It continued that way for days, which turned into weeks, which turned into Quinn slowly falling more and more for the girl that was still quite the mystery to her.

She knew that she had moved from Washington because her mother got a new job in Lima, but the brunette never mentioned her mother, or any type of father figure, outside of that context. She knew that she had perfect grades for barely putting effort into her work, even though she pretended that she didn't know how to do something so that Quinn would help her out.

She knew that the brunette liked her hands to be played with as well as her hair, that she had a strict regime that she followed every day and night to get ready for school and bed, that almost all of her fashionable clothes were hand-me-downs or thrift items, even though the house she lived was most certainly not lacking in elegance. She knew that she was almost always cool to the touch and that she held both Quinn and herself to high standards.

But she also knew that the brunette shuddered whenever she sucked on the juncture between her neck and shoulder; that she loved being on top even though she was shorter; and that she was currently staring at her with determination clear in her eyes.

"You know, Quinn, I can be dangerous if I want to be," Rachel stated matter-of-factly as she crossed her arms over her chest, watching the blonde place her binders on the girl's desk.

She laughed. "Really? You? Snack-sized Rachel Berry dangerous?" she giggled again only to be cut off as she was pinned against the wall, the girl's front pressed against her own. She felt the familiar dull ache between her legs as Rachel narrowed her eyes and fisted the fabric of Quinn's Cheerio jacket, pulling her down to her level.

"Very, very dangerous, Miss Fabray," she growled before nipping the pink lips in front of her.

"I'm not very convinced; you don't look so tough," the blonde replied nonchalantly, pushing the girl back towards the bed and straddling her as the brunette fell backwards on it. She grinned down at her as Rachel rolled her eyes before smirking mischievously back at her.

Before Quinn could react, she was on her back, a thigh pressed between hers, and biting back a moan as the brunette grinned above her. "Who's so tough now, Q? I seem to be able to hold my own while you're on your back." She rocked teasingly into the blonde, causing her to dig her nails into Rachel's shoulders.

"You are such a tease, baby." Quinn smiled up at her before leaning up and kissing her softly, affectionately. "But, God, do I love you."

Quinn hadn't exactly meant for it to come out, but it had. And judging by the way Rachel kissed her harder, she didn't seem to mind it at all.

"Really?" The brunette whispered reverently against her lips, searching hazel eyes. At Quinn's meek nod, she grinned and kissed her again. "I seem to have a certain affinity towards you as well," she paused before nuzzling the blonde's nose with her own. "Will you let me show you how much I love you?"

Quinn nodded quickly before kissing the brunette deeply. Her sigh was disappointed as Rachel pulled away, but quickly turned to a sigh of appreciation as cool lips trailed up and down her neck, a tongue gliding over the heated flesh as Rachel began to move her hips against Quinn's.

"I love the way your body reacts to me." She moved her hand to cover a breast, feeling the nipple harden against her palm quickly. "Tell me, Quinn. Did you ever get worked up like this with anyone else?" She nuzzled her pulse point with her nose, feeling the blood pound below the skin and the brunette shuddered before kissing the girl's jaw. "Answer me, Quinn," she commanded, tugging blonde hair back and exposing more of her blushing neck.

The blonde moaned loudly before shaking her head. "N-no. Only yo—ooh, Rachel."

Rachel smirked before she captured the blonde's mouth with her own, creating a perfect combination of dancing tongues and sliding lips. Her cool hand gripped the hem of Quinn's shirt and pulled it off as the girl arched her back. Fingers traced up shuddering muscles before palming the blonde's rapidly rising and falling chest.

Quinn's back arched again, pushing her bra-clad chest further into Rachel's hands. Quinn moaned as the girl's hand reached around her back and undid her bra before moving back to her front to roll one of her erect nipples between slender fingers, causing her hips to jerk against the brunette's.

"Rach, please." She whimpered as the hand disappeared from her chest but her breath caught as the hand reappeared in her jeans, the button and zipper somehow undone, not that Quinn noticed anyway. Her hips lifted off the bed as Rachel's fingers traced her over soaked panties. "Stop teasingme and actually fuck me, Rachel!"

The brunette smirked before her mouth fell open as she slipped her fingers under the girl's panties and glided through the wetness she met there. "Jesus, Quinn. You're so wet," she whispered in awe as she ghosted over the girl's entrance. She pulled away and she tried to stop the smile on her face from hearing the disappointed groan from Quinn. "Oh, settle down, I'm just taking off your pants so I have more room."

"Hurry up," Quinn growled, lifting her hips and kicking off her jeans when Rachel got them to her ankles.

"Okay, geez, Miss Bossy." She positioned herself back between the blonde's legs and smiled at her. "Where do you need me?"

"Anywhere. Everywhere," Quinn growled. Eyes clenched shut, a guttural moan ripping from her throat, as a heavenly finger slipped into her and a mouth attached to her nipple, sucking, laving, and tugging. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck."

Pressure was added behind the brunette's movements, her hips aiding her finger in thrusting into the wet heat before she moved her mouth away from Quinn's heaving and stuttering chest. She could feel her teeth sliding out, could feel the way desire to bite down instantly, but she couldn't allow her to do it without some sort of warning. Not this time.

"Quinn. Quinn. Open your eyes, baby." One eye cracked open to try to look at Rachel and she moaned at the pretty blush that had formed on the girl, something that only occurred during times like these. "I need to tell you something. It's important." Quinn groaned. Leave it to Rachel to say something important during sex.

"W-what?" she panted, "Can't it wait?" Fingers slowed down and she groaned in frustration. "Rachel, please." She bit her lip as the slender fingers picked their pace back up again.

Rachel could feel the blonde's climax coming fast and she was running out of time. She watched as Quinn's chest heaved faster and faster and saw her eyes screw up, her mouth open, and the blood rushing through her veins. She made the mistake of nuzzling against that hot neck and she slid her tongue against it, tasting the sweat and smelling the sweet aroma of the blonde's blood.

"Quinn, I'm going to bite you," she stated matter-of-factly against her ear, nipping her earlobe slightly before moving back to her neck, adding another finger and moving faster and faster inside the blonde.

As she curled her fingers and pressed her thumb against the girl's clit, she felt Quinn quake against her fingers and her body start jerking against her. She kissed the soft, unblemished skin against her lips before biting the blonde's neck, moaning at the taste of Quinn's blood and the way that the girl screamed in pleasure as she came harshly. As the warm blood hit her tongue and slid down her throat, Rachel came with Quinn's blood on her lips.

Scant seconds later when Rachel pulled away, she saw the blonde's eyes closed and began to panic before pressing her ear to the girl's chest and hearing her heart pounding in her chest without any problem. Sighing in relief, she pulled her fingers out of Quinn, causing the blonde to whimper in her unconsciousness.

Rachel sucked her fingers into her mouth and shuddered at the taste covering her. When she was satisfied she had gotten every last drop, she wiped her fingers across her lips and licked the remaining blood from them. She leaned down and licked the small wounds on the girl's neck, watching as the small puncture marks healed quickly.

Pecking the blonde's lips, she pulled the sheet up around the blonde's body. She wrapped her arm around the girl's middle and rested her head upon her elevated hand, looking down at the blonde as her eyes fluttered slightly before Quinn shifted and snuggled closer to Rachel.

"Wow, Rachel," the blonde slurred, nuzzling against her neck. "That was hot." Rachel's eyebrow rose in amusement and a smile tugged at her lips.

"What part, baby?"

"All of it," she mumbled against her neck. "But I have a question."

Rachel watched as the girl pulled back and looked up at her with lidded eyes. She hummed in acknowledgement and knew that if her heart could beat, it would've skipped a beat, or three.

"My neck kind of hurts."

"That's not exactly a question, Quinn," she replied cheekily, giggling as Quinn tried to glare up at her.

"Shut up. You bit me, I blacked out for a couple of minutes, and now my neck aches." She continued in a rushed manner, blushing deeply. "And that was the greatest orgasm I've ever had."

"Still not a question," Rachel deflected, worried that if the girl found out about her, she wouldn't want to see her again, much like how many of the others had been. And it would be that much harder since this was Quinn and not one of the other random girls she'd taken an interest, but not a liking, nor something as strong as a love, towards.

"You're a vampire," Quinn whispered, resting her hand against her cheek and making her look down at her.

"That is definitely a statement. I'm worried for your English skills, Quinn."

Quinn rolled her eyes and shoved her shoulder slightly. "So you're not denying it?"

"Ah, so there's a question, four minutes later," the brunette teased, trying to put off the inevitable.

"Rachel."

The brunette sighed deeply, before looking into hazel eyes expecting to see fear or disgust; instead, she saw the same thing she had always seen when she looked into her eyes: adoration, love, and trust.

She paused before murmuring a yes. Quinn smiled before pressing her lips against the brunette's sweetly.

"I know, Rachel. I knew." Rachel stuttered to find an explanation, or a question, or something. "You're usually cold, you almost never blush, you sometimes forget to breathe, and your heart doesn't beat. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out."

"B-but, I've never been caught before without being obvious about it. I've always been careful to make sure that I—" Rachel's eyes fluttered closed as Quinn kissed her gently again, pulling her down to her and holding her by the back of her neck.

"Apparently, you're not as sneaky as you thought you were, Rach. But, it's okay; I won't tell anyone. And it doesn't change how I feel about you. I love you; I'll continue to love you, if you'll let me."

"Quinn, I've been like this for a long time," she paused, smiling into Quinn's hazel eyes before leaning down and kissing her lips affectionately. "But I can almost feel my heart pounding in my chest."

Quinn felt her heart flutter at the confession and she slid her lips against the brunette's again, smiling throughout the kiss.

"Is that a yes?"

"Of course."

Rachel's clothes soon met with the rest of the clothes on the ground as the two began letting their hands and mouths explore each other's body lovingly and whispered promises slid across sweaty skin. Despite her heart not beating for many years, Rachel was almost certain she could feel the muscle pounding behind her chest the entire time.

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