I got this idea from another True Blood and Glee crossover. I decided I would try and do the same thing, only with Faberry, and follow True Blood a little more closely. Obviously I won't follow each episode exactly, just some of the storylines will be sort of similar. I hope you guys will enjoy this, it's been really fun to write.

"Rachel, would you please go and do something?" Kurt shouts from behind the grill. The sizzling of the burgers is what initially knocks me out of my trance, but Kurt's voice is what makes me jump. It's been a long night already, a rough riding group of motorcycling hicks were the first to arrive at 9, and then after that, patron after patron began to walk in. I was thankful that at least Santana was here with me, albeit, behind the bar, it was still nice to have someone to complain to.

"Girl don't listen to him, you've already got 8 tables, you've done enough." Santana assured me. "Kurt keep your sassy ass and your sassy ass comments in the kitchen." Kurt moved the bandana back on his head and continued to cook; he was working up a storm back there.

"I need a drink." I sighed loudly and reached out my hand for Santana to take pity on me and serve me something, but Santana quickly rebuffs the action by smacking my hand away.

"No drinking on the job." Sam says as he walks into the bar from the back. He's carrying a platter of crab and fries out to an older couple in Kitty's section. Sam owns this place, and no one knows if it's his charm or blonde hair that keeps people coming. One thing was for certain, it sure as hell wasn't Kitty's service, she was always late, or lazy.

"I fucking hate that KitKat girl, she makes my bar look bad." Santana said before tossing a towel over her shoulder.

"Your bar?" My questioning stare comes across my face quicker than I anticipated.

"Damn straight it's my bar, you think Trouty Mouth could handle this?" I'm utterly unsure if Santana's this is referring to her or the bar. "Shit, I've got these people on lock. Evan's Bar?" Santana smacks her lips together before sliding a beer all the way down to Finn. "More like Lopez's Bar." I knew for sure that if Santana and Kurt weren't here with me during these long nights then they'd last forever.

"It's my bar Santana, you wanna own it you're gonna have to buy it from me." Sam said as he leaned against the bar, scanning the place to make sure that everyone was satisfied.

"Sure thing fish lips." Santana said with a cheesy grin. "The trash from the kitchen is getting kinda full, you should take it out back. We wouldn't want the health department on our asses, now would we?" Santana wasn't going to call Santana's bluff, so he, reluctantly, went back to the kitchen to get the trash.

"You're insane. No one in their right mind would talk to their boss like that." I told her, even though I knew she'd barely listen to me. Santana just shook up two margaritas and winked at the two girls who walked by.

"Good thing I'm not in my right mind." She slid the margaritas towards me. "Plus I always keep the health department on speed dial in case Trouty wants to get smart with me. Now take those drinks to those two girls who just walked in. Tell them it's courtesy of the barkeep." Santana was such a horndog sometimes, but I did find it amusing. She was so casual about flirting, she'd go from just talking to someone to seducing them. 0-100 mph in no time.

I took the drinks and walked over to the two ladies that had just walked by. "Oh we didn't order those." The redhead said before looking at her brunette friend who gladly would've taken free drinks any day.

"These are courtesy of the bartender." I told them handing them each a drink. They took them happily and waved over to Santana who only smiled back. I returned to the bar a second later, only to be bombarded by Santana.

"So what'd they think?" She asked quickly. "I gotta say the redhead is growing on me. She's got dimples and a killer body. So get on with it, what'd they think?"

"I dunno." I told her with a shrug. She slammed down the glass she was drying out and looked at me like I was crazy. You could tell right away when Santana was mad, her eyebrows would furrow and her lip would curl up.

"What the fuck do you mean with that I dunno?" Her impressions of me always made me sound like a 12 year old girl. "Didn't you do your thing? You always do you thing."

"I don't appreciate it being called a thing." I informed her.

"Hey, I don't know about you but I'm trying to get laid tonight, you had one job Berry." Santana said before pouring two shots of straight vodka and setting one down in front of me. We clanked glances and downed them instantly.

"Technically I had two jobs, one was to give them the drinks, which I did. The next was to listen to their thoughts, which you never told me to do. One of two isn't so bad." Santana shrugged, she was over it. On to the next girl. "Speaking of jobs, what happened to your job at Walmart?"

"Well I told this lady to go fuck herself, which I guess you can't do. Then I tried to lie about it, cause you know me, best fucking liar in the whole goddamn free world, but as it turns out they've got cameras in retail." Santana explained. All I could do was smile, I could hear Kurt laughing in the back.

"Of course they have cameras in retail. They have cameras everywhere now-a-days, we've probably got cameras here." Santana arched an eyebrow and looked through the open kitchen window, where order tickets were hanging, and orders were waiting for Kitty to pick up.

"Bullshit we've got cameras here." Santana said in disbelief. "Yo Curtsy, where's Sam, I'm gonna ask him about the cameras." Kurt put up a rack of bbq ribs and coleslaw before looking back around the kitchen and coming out to the bar.

"I don't know, he was doing inventory earlier, he might be finishing up." Kurt said as he stood next to Santana behind the bar.

"Hey now, the kitchen's your turf and the bar's mine, who said you could come up here?" Kurt barely paid Santana any mind. He grabbed a bottle of something and poured himself a drink. Just as he tipped his head back the front door opened, the little bell went ding and I turned around to see who it was.

Oddly enough, I had no idea who the girl walking in was, and that's what first threw me off, Evan's place usually had the same people coming in and out, never anyone new, and never anyone so…mysterious.

I knew I wasn't the only person who notices that the blonde woman, with hazel eyes, was different because Santana had stopped dead and watched as the woman sat down in a booth alone. "The fuck?" Kurt said as he leaned over the bar and tried to get a better look at the woman.

"She's all yours Berry, you look like you could use some freaky-deaky chick spicing up your night." Santana said with a grin.

"How do you know she's weird?" I asked.

"Cause she's wearing a leather jacket and it's 9-fucking-thousand degrees outside, that's why. She looks like one of those cult chicks, and she sat at one of your tables, your lucky day." I grabbed my notepad and walked over to the booth. I could hear what people were thinking as I did.

Who is that girl? Fucking weirdo. Creep.

I made it to the table, and the blonde was looking at the menu, her eyes never met mine, even as I stood there for a couple of minutes. "Can I get you something to eat? Maybe start you off with a drink?" Our eyes finally met, and when I tried to listen in.Nothing. "The drink menu is on the back." Rachel reaches down to flip the menu over and accidently touches the girl's hand. The woman pulls back quickly, but all Rachel can think about is how cold her hand was. "I'm sorry-."

"Do you have any Tru Blood?" It was so quiet that Rachel really wasn't sure about what she'd even said. Did she just ask for-? "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here-."

"No, just give me a second. I can check to see if we have any. Give me a moment." I rushed back over to the bar, pushing between Santana and Kurt, to look under the back storage. Vodka. Rum. Cider. Peach Schnapps.

"Um, what the hell Berry. Didn't you hear me talking about my bar space?" Santana's already shoving Kurt back into the kitchen, when Rachel looks up. When Santana returns, she kneels down next to me. "What are you looking for?"

"Tru Blood." Santana jumps up, banging her head on the bar top above them. I stand up too and watch as Santana practically climbs on a stool so she can get a good look at the blonde woman. "She's a fucking vampire?" I grabbed onto Santana's shirt, to keep her from announcing it to the entire place.

"Santana shut up." I warn her.

"No way, I'm gonna go talk to her-." I grabbed onto Santana's arm to hold her in place. "What gives dwarfette?"

"She seemed sort of nervous coming in, you're going to scare her off." I took the towel off Santana's shoulder and bent down to grab a bottle of Tru Blood. I wrapped the bottle in the towel before I go back to the kitchen where the microwave is located. Santana follows closely. "How long do you put this thing in for?"

"I dunno, there's probably directions on the bottle." Santana said.

"Wait, is there a vampire in here?" Kurt questions nervously.

"Table 4a, check her out." Santana tells him. Kurt leaves the kitchen while Santana eyes the back of the bottle of directions. "1 minute 30 seconds." She tells md before popping the bottle in the microwave and puts on the timer. "So, did you at least listen to her thoughts?"

"I didn't hear anything." I informed her.

"You sure she wasn't thinking God I'd love to suck that girl dry?" I roll my eyes and begin searching the cupboard for a dark and tall glass. I find one just as the microwave starts beeping. Santana takes the bottle out and hands it to me who opens it and begins pouring it into the glass. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm pouring it in here so that people won't start staring at her." I explained. Kurt returns and leans next to Santana.

"Good God Berry, you've got a fucking hard on for the bloodsucker." Santana scuffs her shoe as she turns around and returns to the bar. I ignore Santana's comment and Kurt gaze as she takes the cup out to the waiting blonde.

I set the glass down and watches as the blonde takes her first drink. I could just see the girl's fangs poking out, and nothing has ever intrigued me so much. "Do you always watch your costumer's drink?" I flushed red, I don't know if there girl's being blunt or serious. I slid into the booth across from the girl.

"Do you want anything to eat?" I realized her mistake a second too late, the girl looked at me for a moment before laughing quietly, now I could see her fangs completely for a second, before the girl covers her mouth. "Sorry, that was stupid." I don't know what to say, I've never seen a vampire, except on the news, nor has I ever talked to one. "Is it hot enough?"

"Yeah." The girl takes another long gulp of the Tru Blood, she must be really hungry. "Thanks for putting it in the cup, you didn't have to."

"I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable." I told her. "I'm Rachel." Quinn's eyes wander down to Rachel's nametag and then back up to her eyes.

"Quinn." Her voice is so soft. Why do people always make vampires out to be menacing monsters?

"How old are you?" The question comes out of nowhere, I tend to say stupid things when I'm nervous.

"Do you ask everyone that?"

I leaned in so that no one around them can hear her. "I've never met a vampire." Quinn's eyes light up, I don't know if it's out of curiosity or annoyance.

"I'm forty." Quinn says keeping her eyes down. "Human years plus…ahem…vampire years." Quinn rushes the last part.

"You're uh…what do they call it…a…" I couldn't for the life of me figure out the word, and Quinn waits patiently for my mouth to catch up to my mind. "A baby vamp." Quinn smiles again, but this time her hand covers her mouth without a second thought.

"May I have another Tru Blood?" Quinn asks. "This time O negative." I write down the order but stop before I gets up again. "Only if you have it, I can take B negative if that's all you have."

"Is O negative your favorite?" I asks for curiosities sake.

"Yes."

"Oh." I say like it means anything to me. I guess it does mean something considering my blood type is O negative. "I'll be right back." I get up again, and take Quinn's empty cup back behind the bar. I could feel Santana's eyes on me from where I was kneeling.

"She wants another one? Shit, that's like two people worth, good thing she came here before she sucked some poor little fuckers dry." I stood up with the bottle wrapped in the towel again.

"She wouldn't have hurt anyone." I said with unwarranted certainty.

"Oh I'm sorry; I forgot you were an expert." Santana said harshly. I heated up the bottle, poured it in the glass and tossed the empty container into the recycling bin. When I returned to the table Quinn smiled, openly this time, her fangs weren't visible, and I smiled back. She had such a pretty smile, she should never hide it.

"So does it taste good to you?" I asked her watching her drink a little more of the synthetic blood before she set the glass down.

"Well I mean it's not as good as…" She eyes fall back down to the table. "Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize for who you are." I told her. "It doesn't taste as good as the real thing." Quinn doesn't say anything, I realize that I must have crossed a line, but I just wanted to push a little further. "S you're a-."

"Mainstreamer." She answers before I even ask.

"Why?" The question hung in the air for longer than I anticipated. "I mean I've heard of people…I mean humans, who don't mind being used-." Quinn shook her head.

"No, I don't like that word." Quinn said. "They're fangbangers, I don't know, I don't think I like that."

"You're pretty noble for a vampire." Quinn finished up her second Tru Blood. "Another?" I asked hopefully.

"Actually, I should get going. I um…don't usually go out to places like this." She was already standing up and I didn't know how to stop her.

"You should come back sometime." I said after her.

"Maybe I will." She was already out the door before I could say anything else. I grabbed her empty glass and went back in the kitchen, tossing it with other unwashed dishes.

"Ew, put that somewhere else." Kurt said.

"Like where?" I asked.

"Try the garbage." He said as he turned down the radio and tossed the glass in the garbage can himself.

"You're so prejudice."

"Yeah I'm incredibly vamperphobic." He said sarcastically. I made my way back out to the bar where Santana was talking to Sam.

"Hey how was your date?" Santana asked with a wink. "She was so into you, and by that I mean she'll probably kill you." Clearly Santana had clued Sam in on who Quinn was by now. I sat down next to a couple who looked more jittery than any people I'd ever seen.

Fucking vamp, she went out the front, let's go and get her. I immediately turned to my right, the couple stood up and started walking towards the front door. How did they know that Quinn was a vampire? And what the hell were they going to do to her?

"Santana, those people are after Quinn." I said frantically.

"Vampires are like superman on crack, girl can hold her own." Santana said with a shrug.

"Besides, as much as I love a paying costume, I might lose about half my business if they knew we were serving vamps." I looked at Sam like he was crazy.

"That's ridiculous. Fine I'll go and make sure everything's okay." I said storming out of the bar. I ran out into the middle of the parking lot when I heard loud clanking noises. What was that? I started walking towards the back woods, someone's car was back there, and their car lights were on.

"Hey." I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard Santana walk up behind me.

"I thought you didn't care." I told her as we snuck up towards the truck.

"I don't care, I'm just curious." She said nonchalantly. We moved through the woods until we started hearing the voices. It's the couple that was sitting in the bar next to me a few moments ago.

"We should've brought more chains, she's fucking stronger than she looks." The man says before grunting audibly.

"She's tied up by silver, she ain't goin nowhere." The woman replies. Chained up?

"They have Quinn." I had no idea what I was doing until I was doing it. I rushed over to the back of the truck, I'd barely caught a glimpse of Quinn being drained, while tied up by chains, when the woman hit me from behind. Maybe I should've gone in with a plan, that's what Santana always told me, but right now as I lay face down on the ground, all I could think about was Quinn.

I could hear Santana cursing up a storm, and swinging her fist, she was the best fighter I knew, and whoever these people were, the certainly picked the wrong place to start up trouble. "Berry would you get your ass up and go save your Dracula?" I wobbled my way over to the back of the truck. Quinn's eyes looked a lot darker then they had before, I yanked the tubes out of her and began unwrapped the chains. Once I'd set her free she was gone, well not gone, but zipping past me and going straight for the man that Santana was fighting off.

She hit him once and he went flying thirty feet, slamming into a large tree. The woman had already run off, and the man lay unconscious in front of us. Santana was holding a bat in her left hand, while Quinn just stared at the man. I didn't know how to approach her, but Santana sure didn't seem shy about it. As soon as Santana touched Quinn's shoulder, Quinn's hand was wrapped around her neck. Her eyes were practically on fire.

"Dammit, let me go you fucking bloodsucker! I saved your ass!" Quinn immediately let go a second later, stepping away from Santana. "Jesus, what was that for?!" Santana spat out at Quinn.

"I'm sorry I thought you were…" Quinn never finished her thought, instead her eyes caught mine. "Thank you for helping me." Quinn said with a small smile spreading across her lips.

"Um earth to vampire, I'm the one who was kicking ass over here, all Berry did was move some chains around. You should be thanking me." Quinn and Santana walked over towards me, Santana just as frustrated about not being able to finish that guy off, as Quinn not giving her credit.

"Thank you." Quinn says locking eyes with Santana, who's grin is a goofy one, she just doesn't realize it. I touch the back of my head and feel a wet substance trickle onto my fingers. When I look to see what it is I can hear Santana gasp.

"Jesus, let's get you to the hospital." Santana shouts, pushing Quinn aside. Her fangs are out again, I can only assume it's because she sees my blood, I don't exactly know how I feel about that.

"No." Quinn blurts out. Santana and I look at her with equally confused expressions. "I meant…I could heal you…if you want."

"Sure."

"Fuck no." Santana said stepping between Quinn and I. "I know how your kind works. Always trying to trick people, we'll take our chances at the hospital." Santana said before grabbing my hand and starting back towards the bar.

"Well I'm sorry, I'll drive you both, if you want." Quinn offered. Santana was not listening, but I sure was, and I managed to pull my hand out of Santana's grasp.

"Do you have a car?" I asked Quinn as we stood in the middle of the parking lot.

"Actually I can fly." She said with a laugh. I could here Santana behind me fake laughing and kicking gravel. "It's an old car, 1967 Black Impla." She said with a small smile.

"Okay we'll go." Santana said motioning for Santana to lead the way. We walked over to her car and Santana got in the front seat while I had to get in the back. Quinn looked in the rearview mirror at me and we held eye contact until Santana turned up the radio.

"Hey Fang Girl, let's get the show on the road, not all of us can self heal." Santana rushed.

"If you cared so much about her then why did you are you sitting in the front?" Quinn questioned. I could see Santana's face through the mirror and she looked pissed.

"Because I'm taller than Rachel that's why, smart ass." Santana sure wasn't afraid of Quinn, and with the way Quinn was looking at her, I think she should've been. "Anyway, don't tell me how to treat my friend, you don't even know her." Quinn backed the car out of the parking space and started driving towards the hospital.

…

Puck looked up from his spot at the head of the club; it was filled with vampires and humans alike. People came here for fun, that's it, vampires came for a free drink and people came to test the waters. Ever since vampires came out of the closet, there have been a select group of people coming here regularly for a good time.

Puck owned this place and he thoroughly enjoyed running it. Plenty of girls and boys around just for the picking. "Having fun?" Marley questioned with a laugh.

"No one's caught my eye just yet; maybe this will be a slow night." Puck said before standing up and walking towards the bar. Tina was standing behind the bar, handing out Tru Bloods as people asked for it. "You got enough stock?" Puck asked Tina. She was so dazed, that Puck was certain that she didn't even know how to speak anymore.

"Yes Mr. Puckerman." Tina said with a smile. She'd been glamoured way too many times, they'd have to get another bartender soon.

"Can I talk to you?" Marley said. Puck followed her into the back room and sat down.

"What is it?" Puck questioned.

"The police were here earlier. They said something about a murder a couple of nights ago. They said a woman was here the night of her death, they were asking a lot of questions." Puck held up his hand to stop her from speaking.

"What kind of questions? Fangbangers know what their getting themselves into, once they leave, they're not our problem." Puck reminded her.

"The police won't see it like that." Marley said before running her fingers through her hair. "Humans are still afraid of us-."

"Well they'll just have to get over it. Next time the police come, I'll take care of them. No one has to know that Fangtasia is involved." Marley nodded and left the room. Puck sat down in his chair, and pondered the whole situation for a moment. Vampires didn't need a situation like this, not so soon after coming out to the public.

Puck wasn't exactly in charge but he was in deep with the people that were, and he'd have to tell them about what is going on.

…

We walked into the hospital and sat down in the waiting room. Santana sat in between Quinn and I, she whispered something about making sure Quinn couldn't smell my blood. "There's barely anyone here, and you have a head injury, you should be treated first." Quinn said.

"I hate to burst your bubble Cold One, but that's not how things work. They give you some crap to fill out, and make you wait an hour before you even get a room." Santana explained to Quinn. A nurse walked by and Quinn jumped to her feet.

"Um excuse me could you-."

"I'm sorry ma'am but you're just going to have to wait your turn." The nurse said. Quinn reached out and grabbed her wrist. "What are you doing? Do I need to call security-."

"All the rooms are clear now. The doctor is not busy, you're going to take that woman into a room to get her stitches." The nurse was looking right into Quinn's eyes and not moving an inch.

"I'm going to take her in a room and get her stitches." The nurse repeated as if she was in a trance. Quinn looked back at me and the nurse waved me over. We went back into an open hospital room and the nurse promised that the doctor would be with us shortly. Quinn took a seat near the door, while Santana sat next to me on the bed. Neither one of us could keep tour eyes off Quinn.

"Dude, what the fuck was that?" Santana asked after a long silence.

"I'm sorry I just wanted to-."

"You glamoured her." I said enthusiastically. I couldn't believe how easy it was for her to do. "How?"

"It's pretty easy." Quinn said shyly.

"Awesome, hey try that on me." Santana said moving towards Quinn before she could protest.

"No, I don't usually do that, it was stupid of me." Quinn said. I looked over to Santana who looked incredibly curious. "Um it's getting sort of…" Quinn stood up and looked out the window. "Early, I need to…" Oh right of course she had to go, the sun would be out soon.

"Oh, well-."

"Take my car; I don't need it to get home." Quinn said before handing the keys to Santana. "I'm really sorry about the…" She motioned towards the back of my head. "I have to go." She left the room without even letting me ask her when I'd see her again. I was intrigued, maybe memorized; I wanted to know more and more about her.

"What a freak." Santana said with a laugh.

"She's not a freak, she's…fascinating." I informed her.

"Whichever way you look at it, you should stay away from her. She's bad news." Santana warned me. "Vampires are all bad news."

To be continued…if you want…