Quinn felt her heart skip a beat followed by it beating as fast as possible, almost as if it was trying to make up for the missed beat. The rush of adrenaline wasn't altogether abnormal for her, but the fact that she'd gotten it after kissing Rachel on the neck? That was certainly bizarre.

Rachel shouldn't be out at this time of night. No, she was a good kid, the kind that went to bed early, not the type that wandered the streets after midnight. She couldn't process the fact that she'd just run into Rachel, that Rachel had almost witnessed what Santana and Brittany were about to do to that man.

So Quinn ran. She ran as fast as she could away from Rachel and in the opposite direction that Santana and Brittany were taking that guy they'd found.

Quinn had been ecstatic when she'd seen a young girl with long brown hair roaming the streets at first. She was used to encountering grimy older guys like the one Santana and Brittany had cornered. The three of them saw two figures far apart from one another- the guy and the girl, and Santana told her to take the younger one, the girl. It was rather nice of her, really.

But no, she'd just found Rachel Berry on the streets and started kissing her neck before realizing it was her. There was no upside to that. And she was still hungry.

Rachel fell back against the wall of a storefront breathing heavily. What had just happened? She couldn't stop asking that. In an attempt to stop asking that question, she tried to answer it instead.

Rachel saw two girls approaching an older guy and what looked like proposition them. A girl had then come up behind her and covered her eyes and started kissing her neck. When Rachel met her eyes, it was Quinns staring back at her. Then Quinn ran off.

Okay, listing the details of the event didn't really make it make any more sense.

I'm going crazy.

Maybe your water has been contaminated with hallucinogenics.

Who would do that?

Someone from a competing Glee Club.

Jesse St. James?

It's a possibility.

Yeah, maybe you're… No! You're being paranoid.

I'm being paranoid? You're the one that suggested Jesse!

I'm just trying to understand!

Rachel shook her head, stopping her inner arguing thoughts. She had a tendency to argue with herself. She blamed it on her lack of true friends, but maybe she was a latent schizophrenic. Oh god, there she went with the overreacting again.

She turned her gaze down the street to the other three figures. The shorter of the two girls had the guy pinned up against a wall and it appeared she was kissing him. Gross. The taller one was hovering close by but suddenly whipped her head in Rachel's direction.

"S… Quinn's gone," the taller girl spoke. The familiar voice clicked in her head with the use of Quinn's name and the moniker of S. It was Brittany and Santana. As if Rachel's night couldn't get any more confusing- it appeared the whole Unholy Trinity was out on the streets tonight.

Santana pulled back from the drunk and grimy guy. "What do you mean, gone? Did she take that little fine piece of ass inside somewhere?" Santana asked.

"Whatcha two pretty girls talkin' about?" Grimy Guy butted in, clearly feeling abandoned and left out of the loop. Rachel almost felt for him.

"No. That girl's standing there by herself staring at us," Brittany pointed to where Rachel was leaning against the wall.

"Shit," Santana cursed, voicing Rachel's thoughts. She'd just been noticed by two-thirds of the Unholy Trinity and they didn't look happy- well, they rarely did when Rachel was set in their sights until she was properly humiliated.

So Rachel did what any sensible loser would do when two of her biggest bullies noticed her in the middle of the night on a practically abandoned street- she passed out.

Santana still had fists of the random guy's shirt in her hands as she looked where Brittany was pointing to a vague figure down the street where Quinn had been just a moment ago.

"Shit," she said, feeling rather put out. She and Brittany had managed to convince Quinn to get out on the town tonight, and then they'd found her a nice girl, but then she went and ran off for reasons unknown. If it wasn't such a strange situation she would just take the girl for herself, but the girl had been watching now and Quinn hadn't taken her anywhere. She could end up being a problem.

Santana cursed Quinn internally for being such a problem. Santana and Brittany never had these sort of problems. They both ate like normal and without much incident- the occasional problem that was easily solved with some well-placed words, but that's it.

"Is that girl over there joinin' in?" the man asked eagerly. Santana let go of his shirt and shot him a disgusted glare.

"No. And you should really invest in some conditioner. And you know, like, soap," Santana sneered. The guy was blubbering some sort of nonsense about he thought they were going to have some fun, but Santana ignored him in favor of Brittany and the girl down the street.

"Brittany, do you mind fetching her for me?" Santana asked. Brittany was the faster of the two of them with those long legs of hers.

"Sure," Brittany replied brightly. She loved running and the thought of it excited her even if it was under these annoying circumstances. Santana loved that about the blonde- she often times found the positive side of things.

Just then Santana watched the unknown girl down the street fall over and hit the pavement. "Just… great."

Brittany was already halfway to the girl and Santana followed, ignoring the stuttering fool stumbling behind her. He was so drunk that he couldn't make it more than a few steps toward her. He wouldn't be a problem.

Santana walked with purpose toward the slumped body of none other than Rachel Berry. "Oh, fuck me," Santana hissed as she recognized the girl. She was Quinn's main target for reasons that Santana never quite understood. Sure, it was easy enough to make fun of her, but she mostly kept her weird to herself until she walked into the choir room and had to suffocate everyone with her amazing talent and enormous head sucking up all the oxygen.

Brittany giggled. "Okay," she replied. Santana wanted to believe that was a serious offer from the tall blonde but knew it wasn't. It couldn't be.

"We should take her back to your place. As much as I don't really want to be anywhere near the hobbit, she might have seen something and we can't have that," Santana said. Brittany nodded and crouched down to pick up the small brunette bridal style.

Brittany didn't know why Rachel was out on the streets in the middle of the night. There was a good reason why she, Santana, and Quinn were, but Rachel? It didn't make much sense. Rachel was the type of person that focused on singing and making it to Broadway, not wandering around outside after midnight. Then again, she probably didn't know that there was much to be worried about running into, Brittany thought with a smile.

She hummed idly to herself, shifting the girl in her arms. Rachel really was pretty small, probably half a foot shorter than her. And she didn't weight all that much, it seemed, but Brittany knew she was pretty strong so that may have been why she could carry the girl with a fair amount of ease.

Santana walked about a half a step in front of Brittany. She always did that. It was like she didn't want anyone else to have the lead, like she needed to be in control. Brittany knew that was one thing that came between the girl and her sister- they both liked being on top, so to speak. But Brittany? She didn't mind them taking the lead as long as they didn't make her do anything she didn't want to. Like keep her clothes on all the time. That was just annoying. When she was in her own house, she figured she had a right to walk around without clothes. It felt nice.

Brittany followed Santana into her house and laid Rachel down on their couch in the family room. "What do we do now?" Brittany asked.

Santana sighed and ran a hand through her hair like she sometimes did when she was stressed and no one who would judge her for weakness was around.

"I want to see if Quinn's here hiding up in your guys' room. Can you stay with the midget in case she wakes up?" Santana asked. Brittany nodded and Santana made her way upstairs to look for Quinn.

Brittany looked down at Rachel. She was actually kind of pretty in a different sort of way, and it made her feel bad that the small girl had been one of their victims for a couple years. She knew it was necessary, that the three of them needed to push other people down to stay on top, but she wished it wasn't that way. Santana had explained to her it was for protection, so that no one could hurt them, but it still sucked.

She trusted Santana. She knew the Latina was hot-headed and made some snap decisions that didn't always end up turning out smoothly, but she did it with the right intentions. She knew the Santana would always be there to protect her and Quinn, and that was what mattered.

Santana leaned against the doorframe of Quinn and Brittany's bedroom. "Q, nice of you to run off on us," she greeted snidely.

Quinn looked up at her with a face filled with terror that she was trying to reign in. It was obvious to Santana because she often made a similar one. She sometimes wondered if she and Quinn were actually the sisters of the three of them even though they looked nothing alike.

"Not in the mood," Quinn muttered, looking down at her lap, sitting on her bed cross-legged. Santana walked into the room and sat down next to her, knowing this could be a delicate situation in terms of Quinn's emotions.

"Look, I know that this didn't turn out quite the way you wanted-"

"This is exactly why I don't eat often!" Quinn interrupted. Santana actually backed up an inch out of shock. She'd been expecting Quinn to be subdued and moody, not explosive.

"Hey, calm your tits. Just because we'll have to do a little bit of working things out this time doesn't mean that every time we go out to eat has to end messy," Santana snapped back. She knew Quinn was all touchy right now or whatever, but she wasn't exactly one to hold back. If holding back and coddling Quinn through this was needed, she would have sent Brittany up there to deal with the girl.

Quinn shot her a fiery glare. But Santana could deal with anger- she often did in her life. The sadness, the tears? That stuff scared the shit out of her.

"This isn't just a little bit of 'working things out' like you call it. This is Rachel fucking Berry," Quinn growled. Santana had to snigger at that.

"No, I think it was you almost fucking Berry," Santana said as an innuendo. Quinn rolled her eyes at Santana's childishness, but the Latino just smiled a shit-eating grin.

"If I recall, you were the one that suggested that I go after the hot young girl," Quinn defended herself. Santana just shrugged.

"Yeah, from behind and far away her ass looks fine. And you know as well as I do that being with someone younger tonight was what you needed," Santana dismissed with a wave of her hand. "By the way, did you get anything from her?" she asked out of both curiosity and slight necessity. Quinn's answer could change how they dealt with this situation.

Quinn sighed. "I was trying but then she turned around and recognized me, and I recognized her, and I ran off."

Santana could see how that would be a bad thing. Like, she would probably freak out if she'd been touching the midget without realizing it was her. Plus the girl was currently unconscious downstairs on the couch. When she woke up, she'd need a damn good explanation.

This situation was different than most of the others Santana had found herself in. Usually she never needed to explain herself anyway, but when she did on that rare occasion, she could usually scare the person off. This was Rachel Berry, and she was so goddamn stubborn that Santana doubted she would except any sort of flimsy bullshit excuse.

"How do you want to handle this?" Santana asked quietly. The decision lay mostly with Quinn since she'd been the one with her when it had happened.

Quinn turned back toward Santana. "Well I guess I should probably corner her at school and give her some sort of excuse." Santana shifted uncomfortably and Quinn picked up on the movement, narrowing her eyes shrewdly. "Santana? What did you do?"

Santana raised her hands in a defensive motion. "Hey, don't blame me. You skipped out, so me and Britts saw the hobbit pass out. We weren't about to just leave her there and we don't exactly know where she lives." Quinn's eyes stayed narrowed, but she had no good comeback to that. "So it's up to you, kid. What do you want to tell her?"

Quinn let herself fall onto her back. Santana went up to her and sat on the edge of her bed. It was as close as the two of them usually got, and that let Quinn know that this really was her decision and Santana would take it seriously.

"I want to talk to her. One on one at first, I guess. I'll see how much she thinks she knows and what conclusions she's drawn from it and spin a lie out of that," Quinn decided. Santana nodded and the two of them rose from the bed.

Santana walked downstairs with Quinn and nerves in her stomach. This was a different situation than she had ever encountered, and Quinn was rarely the one to make big decisions out of the three of them when it came to things outside of school. When they were at home, Santana was usually the one making the first move on things.

The three cheerleaders looked at each other and then the sleeping form on the couch. Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and led her upstairs. This was Quinn's time now.

Quinn had to wait a few more minutes for Rachel to come to. When she finally did, she looked around groggily and met Quinn's eye with a wide-eyed stare. Quinn felt her heartbeat quicken from her nerves getting the best of her. She'd never had to deal with someone quite this way before, and considering the person she was about to have a conversation with was someone she'd personally made a target throughout high school made the whole situation a little bit more awkward.

"Where am I? How did I get here? Where are Santana and Brittany? And what were you guys doing?" Rachel fired out as quickly as possible. Quinn held out a hand as a gesture to tell Rachel to slow down.

"Look, I realize that all of this may seem a bit… confusing, but there really is a good explanation for it, I promise," Quinn stated calmly. She could keep her cool under pressure. No big deal, right?

Rachel was giving her the deer in the headlights look and frantically scanning the room, scouring every inch. "Explanation? Explanation? You three were out there looking for sex! You're prostitutes!" Rachel exclaimed.

Quinn sat back and blinked at the hysterical girl in front of her. "O…kay," she stuttered, not really expecting that response. Well, she hadn't really known what to expect at all, but it certainly wasn't this.

"Are we in your brothel? Is a pimp going to come walking down those stairs? Oh God, is Santana the pimp? I could see that happening," Rachel continued speaking at such a rapid pace that Quinn could barely understand her. If it wasn't such a dramatic situation Quinn would almost find Rachel's reaction comical. As it was, she just quirked her mouth upwards at the one side and raised an eyebrow.

"According to your scenario the three of us are prostitutes, so how could Santana be the pimp?" Quinn questioned, just playing along with Rachel's little misconception. Rachel looked- if possible- even more startled.

"So you are ladies of the night!" she cried out. Quinn rolled her eyes, wondering if Santana and Brittany were hearing this from upstairs. If so, they were probably getting a kick out of it.

Quinn tried to keep her patience. "Back to your original questions, you're at me and Brittany's house. Brittany carried you here because you passed out. She and Santana are upstairs," Quinn answered, thankful for her fairly extraordinary memory. Rachel seemed to be taking all of that in. "Oh, and this is so not a brothel. And we're not a group of whores," Quinn added thoughtfully. She may as well clear up that mess before things got out of hand. She was okay with creating a lie to protect their secret, but she would not have Rachel Berry thinking she was a hooker. So not a classy cover story.

Rachel blinked a few times in rapid succession. "That was the only viable answer using the parameters of the universe I thought I lived in that I could come up with in the short amount of time that I was conscious."

How very Rachel Berry of her to say. She could have just said, "I'm out of ideas," but she chose to use thirty-three words instead of four. Quinn rolled her eyes at the absurdity of it.

"Which, I must conclude, means the universe is not as I thought. That brings us to the next set of answers, ones which I am reluctant to even voice, but are the only possibilities left," Rachel continued. Quinn opened her arms in a "bring it on" gesture, ready to hear her crazy explanations and pick whichever seemed to be the best cover story.

"You're vampires," Rachel whispered, looking terrified. Quinn wanted to deadpan a response. She wanted to stay calm throughout all of this. She was the Ice Queen, the girl in school that wouldn't break under pressure.

Okay, so Quinn laughed. She couldn't help it. That's what Rachel's brain came up with? Right from prostitutes to vampires. She honestly didn't know which was a more offensive supposition. Rachel was giving her a blank look, so Quinn quieted her laughter.

"No, we're not vampires," Quinn assuaged Rachel's fears. She was wondering where she was going to take this now. If Rachel had been so quick to accept the reality of vampires, maybe she wouldn't actually overreact to the truth of the matter. Quinn bit her lip as she thought about this.

On one hand, it would be so much easier to just tell Rachel the truth than come up with a believable lie. Plus Quinn felt like a small part of her guilty conscience would be vindicated knowing that she was able to tell Rachel the truth about herself after so long of creating lies about the other girl and torturing her.

On the other hand, there was the whole fact of her keeping the Unholy Trinity's secret safe. The three of them knew that it wasn't a good idea to let anyone know about them because it could bring down persecution or just get plain messy. And this was Rachel. Quinn didn't really know how trustworthy the girl was.

Rachel was staring at the girl, waiting for an answer. Quinn was so torn, wondering what sort of alternate universe she must have landed in that she was seriously considering spilling the beans to Rachel Berry. It should make no sense, yet she was drawn to the idea more than any other option.

It wouldn't exactly be an easy thing to explain, though.

"Rachel, I can't believe I'm even considering this…" Quinn paused to take in Rachel's suddenly eager expression. So she was naturally curious. That did nothing to alleviate Quinn's nerves. "But I think I really may have to tell you the truth."

Rachel just stared at her and Quinn wondered if she was suffering from a concussion from her fall to the blacktop. At this moment, Santana practically tumbled down the stairs followed closely by Brittany.

"Whoa there, hold on Q, the fuck you talking about?" Santana said with her unceremonious entrance. Quinn shot her a glare.

"You told me that I'd get a choice in how I handled her," Quinn reminded her best friend through gritted teeth. Brittany had taken a seat on the couch next to Rachel who edged away from the tall blonde.

"Yeah, well I didn't give you permission to go batshit cray on the situation," Santana snorted. Quinn stood face to face with Santana, giving her a challenging gaze.

"Guys, I think it might be a good idea. I don't know about you, but I'm tired of having just the three of us know. I'm not saying we should go make billboards or anything, but it might be nice to see if we can tell one person and not have the world blow up or anything," Brittany gave her input. Quinn nodded her thanks to her sister, glad to have someone on her side.

Santana stood her ground, arms crossed over her chest.

"Well, if we're voting here, then I'd-" Rachel started to say tentatively.

"This ain't a democracy, midget," Santana cut her off rudely.

Quinn sent Santana another challenging glare before turning her gaze to Rachel. "I'm a succubus, Rachel. All three of us are," she said with as much confidence as she could muster. It felt positively exhilarating to finally say out loud.

Rachel gave the three girls a bewildered look and Quinn wondered if she didn't know what a succubus was. It was a possibility. Santana was glaring daggers at her and Brittany was just smiling softly. The tension in the air was incredible.

"This is great," Santana drolled. Quinn shrugged spitefully. "And by great, I mean the exact opposite," she added unnecessarily.

"I got that bit," Quinn sighed.

All three of the Unholy Trinity turned their gaze to Rachel for her reaction. "So let me get this straight… not only are you an absolutely gorgeous eighteen year old who can sing and dance and draw and gets straight A's, but you're also some sort of… sex demon? Literally?" Rachel asked slowly. Quinn winced at the flood of compliments and the rather crass phrasing of her race. Sex demon sounded more like a phrase Puck would use to describe himself, not her.

"Rachel is internally freaking out and contemplating what phrase she can use as her own personal 'mailman' now," Santana said with a smirk. Rachel gave her a horrified look.

"I am most certainly not doing so!" she defended her inner non-pervert.

"I did the mailman once," Brittany inputted. Rachel threw her hands in the air in frustrated confusion. Santana laughed and Quinn lowered her head and shook it from side to side. This wasn't exactly how she'd envisioned the first time she "came out" to a human. Okay, bad phrasing, but what else were you supposed to call confessing that you're not human?

"What is going on?!" Rachel yelled with her hands still in the air. Quinn groaned at the chaos that had erupted in her living room in the past seven minutes. She was used to seven minutes in heaven- a great way to get a quick meal- but these seven minutes were something else altogether.

This was seven minutes in hell. Of course Rachel Berry would be in her version of hell. Fitting, right?

A/N: So I considered waiting a while longer before having Rachel find out what the three are, but I'd like to get that out in the open so I can get to the more interesting parts of this story that I have planned. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Also, I want to get this out of the way right now in case it comes up:

***This isn't based on Lost Girl. I've been interested in seduction demons since before Lost Girl even came out. Lost Girl did not invent the succubus. A succubus is just a plot device, just like vampires. Lost Girl holds no more claim over succubi than Twilight does over vampires. ***

Just saying. Next chapter has the rest of Rachel's reaction to this revelation as well as how this plays out a little more. Hope you're all having wonderful lives. Oh, one last side note; I started writing a Buffy/Faith story entitled "Liar Extraordinaire." Give it a read if you want. Peace out.