Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the characters. I'm just having my fun and let the plot bunnies have their way. This is AU, Beth isn't born, but Puck's party did happen: Quinn got a bit drunk and cheated, but used protection. Finn found out and broke up with her hence why he's going after Rachel in the beginning. This will explained in later chapters. This story, even though not completed, has gotten a bit of a facelift.
For Quinn's name, her full name is Lucy Quinn Fabray, but not the Lucy we met in BTW.
Now, on with the story. Reviews are appreciated and encouraged!
Glee: Howling with the Jukebox
Episode One: Pilot
"All I'm saying, Fabray, is that you are being a coward!" A roudy voice rang throughout the Fabray house. Judy poked her head out of the kitchen, stepping away from dinner to see it was her favorite girls.
"And all I'm saying, Lopez, is that you are being a bitc-Mom!" The shorter blonde called out in surprise.
"Quinnie, why are you being a coward? I thought I raised you better than that?" Judy walked out of the kitchen as she brushed her hands on the half apron around her waist. "Hello Santana, Brittany."
"Hey Ms. F," Santana saluted and Brittany just hugged the older blond. All eyes trained on Quinn.
Quinn just huffed as she placed her duffel bag by the door. She found her place on the couch and hesitated. However, one look at her mother, she caved. "McKinley's back-to-school dance is coming up and Santana thinks I want to ask someone to the dance." Quinn let out a small frustrated growl.
Judy clapped her hands, "I do hope you ask that Hudson boy! Finn, is his name right? Cute boy, quarterback?" Brittany nodded, Santana laughed and Quinn let out a groan.
"No, Mom, it's not Finn. We're just friends."
"It better not be Puckerman," Her mother's tone became icy in an instant. All three girls audibly gulped.
"It's not Puck," Quinn whispered.
"Sam? That boy hangs around you alot," Judy's ice thawed and she was back to her caring motherly-self.
"No!" Quinn barked, "Sam is like a brother to me." Quinn finished in a hushed town, "It's not a boy..."
Judy looked over at her daughter as Santana chuckled and Brittany played with her Cheerio's skirt. "Quinn, who do you want to ask?"
Quinn mumbled as she got up and tried to dodge the question. She wandered over to the bookshelf to look for a well-worn book. Judy was not impressed. "Lucy Quinn Fabray."
Santana let a low "Oooohhh," as Quinn visably flinched. They knew it was serious when Judy said the 'L-word'
"Rachel Berry."
Judy squealed, "The one that sings! She's got such a pretty voice!"
Quinn sighed, "Yes the one that sings, mom."
"Oh, good! Ask her tomorrow and then we can have dinner with her tomorrow night!"
"Mom, I can't. I can hardly be in the same room as her. I just..."
Judy walked over and saw the old book Quinn was holding; she gave Quinn when she turned thirteen and moved to Lima, The Wolf and You. A book not alot of people knew. Honestly, the only ones that knew about it in all Lima, Ohio were related to the girls in the Fabray living room. "Is she the one?"
"What?"
Brittany caught on, "You like Rachel. Like I like Santana."
Quinn paled and Santana howled with laughter, "Berry is your mate!"
Judy took note of her daught's red face and decided it was time to let the subject drop... for now. "Who wants dinner?" And with the looks the girls gave her, she swore she could hear their tails thump and swish. My girls, my little wolves.
The Unholy Trinity, Sanatana Lopez, Brittany Pierce, and Quinn Fabray made up the trio that ruled McKinely with an iron-fist, also made up a small but powerful pack of wolves; werewolves. As the older Fabray finished cooking dinner, the girls took their seats at the table. Santana and Brittany were just pups when the Fabray women entered Lima a few years ago. They ran. Ran from their past, ran from the fact that Little Lucy attacked her father in a fit of rage and uncontrolled animal instincts in the light of a full moon.
Russell thought werewolves only existed in books and on the silver screen; that was until he had the fangs of a newly transformed werewolf around his throat. Judy, a mature werewolf at the time, took her daughter and ran. Russell never told anyone about the sudden absense of his wife and daughter or the reason his face, throat, and upper body is forever scarred. Lucy was left back with Russell, now Quinn runs Lima.
When the older woman met Santana and Brittany, she could smell the werewolf blood and smiled. When Quinn brought the girls home one day, she talked to Quinn privately about it. Her daughter looked at her with bright hazel eyes, told her mother that she knew, they knew about her as well. Judy couldn't turn away the other two, there was just no way. They've been inseperable for the past four years.
As the elder Fabray set the plates piled with food, and remembered Quinn's sixteenth birthday when she suddenly felt like half her strength had been taken, felt sick, and tired all the time. When Quinn told her mom about her day, from the moment she woke up, she felt like a new person, a new wolf. Judy smiled and sat her daughter down and told Quinn about her heritage of her wolves; Alpha blood ran rampant through her veins. That's why she was able to smell out her packmates, and why they could smell her so strongly. The dormant power that pulsed through the young Fabray. Judy was glad the loss of the Alpha title only lasted for a few days. She wasn't back to normal, but she felt safe that her daughter took over.
The girls dug into their food but Quinn looked at her mother, "Mom? You ok?"
Judy nodded and sipped at her coffee.
Later that night, huddled on Quinn's bed, the girls were enjoying a movie, with popcorn, soda, and chocolate. Brittany let the Fabrays borrow her fondue maker, and decided tonight they'd have chocolate covered popcorn.
"All I'm saying, Q, is that I think you and Rachel would be cute together," Brittany dipped her popcorn with a smile. "San is taking me, Kurt is taking Blaine, so why can't you bring Rachel?"
Quinn sighed, "It'd not thst simple, B. Growing up, I may have taken my frustrations of life out on Rachel, indirectly. I want to be her frined before asking her for a more serious relationship."
Britt just looked like a lost puppy, so Santana stepped in, "Quinn was behind at least half of the slushie facials that were launched on Berry, Britt-Britt."
"Oh, well, why don't you just come on my show, Fondue-for-Two, and say sorry?"
Quinn's eyes went wide while Santana's jaw dropped, "Britt," the Latina whispered, "that's brilliant!" Santana kissed Brittany soundly on the lips.
Quinn was still quiet. The idea rolled over in her mind. Her wolf howled in delight, the mere idea of getting close to the little diva made her almost consider the idea. Almost.
A loud howl outside threw every other thought to the side as the girls felt a chill run down their spine. Judy was at the door of Quinn's bedroom, "Girls, go check out that howl. That isn't your neighborhood dog."
"We got it, Ms. F.," Santana was the first one up, sad she had to get out of Brittany's arms, but delighted she gets to run in her fur. The girls hurry down the backyard and the elder Fabray went to turn off the backyard light, the almost full moon gives them all enough light. The trio quickly strip and shift. Quinn was on all fours first.
Her fur almost glows in the moonlight. A dirty blonde tone to her fur, speckled with dark tan patches, a thick scruff around her neck. Her hazel eyes as a human shift to a brillant green with a thin ring of golden brown around the edge. The wolf gives a quick shake before she turns to see her pack mates.
Santana is the next who is fully shifted. A slightly bulkier wolf than Quinn. Her dark fur catches the moonlight, and almost hides the dark tan patterens. She looked like a bigger, fluffier doberman. Her bright brown eyes shone with power and potential, however, only Alpha blood pumped through Quinn's viens, not Santana's. The darker wolf was ok with that, she was more of the muscle of the group anyway. She didn't have the control an Alpha did.
Brittany stood next to Santana a few seconds later, her fur a brilliant gold, her blue eyes practically glowed. Brittany was the tallest of the three, and possibly just as quick as Quinn. She was more of the distraction type, not a fighter like Santana. Her jaw dropped open as her tongue lolled out. She nuzzled Santana quickly before Quinn let out a small growl. Nothing angry, just her way to signal the start of something serious.
The girls put their noses to the ground then in the air before catching a scent. It was musky, reeked of fear and blood. Whatever howled before was still near. The howl replayed over and over again in their minds. It was a cry of pain. Brittany was the first one to take off with a small yelp of excitment.
Santana always called her the puppy of the group.
Quinn was close behind with Santana at her heels. The trio sped through the shadows and unlit backyards. They kept clear of the main streets and the streets with a steep pet population. The moon was their only witness, as she always has been. As the town's wildlife slept, the girls never felt more awake or alive as they did with all four paws on the ground. Their breaths came in short pants, their muscles only barely burned under the exersion. They haven't been able to really let go since right before junior year started; a couple of weeks ago.
Brittany was the first stop, her paws dug into the ground to skid to a hault. Quinn and Santana had a bit more grace to slow down before barreling into the taller blond. The girls knew this area, they knew it very well.
Puckerman was the only thing that ran through their minds. Brittany let out a sad whimper, Quinn and Santana exchanged worried glances. When the scent of blood drenched with fear, laced with Noah Puckerman ripped through their nostrils, they knew nothing good could be found in the night.
Santana tore off, the blondes loosely flanked her as they took off into the small forest behind the Puckerman's house. As the scent got heavier, so did the girls' paws. They all slowed to a quick walk as their ears pivoted and turned every few seconds. Their breaths came in short bursts, hardly enough in each intake to fill their burning lungs. Hardly enough to distract them from the trepidation that brewed in their guts.
A low growl, angry, hurt, scared, ripped through the night air to their left. Santana was already crouched down ready to pounce, Brittany took up a spot near the darker wolf's rear left. Quinn slowly walked toward the growl. Her head was held high, tail not low, but not high. Her werewolf body pumped out the pheramone that reeked of her Alpha prowess. She could just feel the other wolf tremble. She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to make her suspicous true.
She didn't want to admit to herself Noah Puckerman was a scared, hurt, new, werewolf. A canine form staggered out of the shadows to the moonlight, showing them a hurt, tired, scared, wolf. The Trinity whimpered at the sight, the scent of blood and Puckerman hit their nostrils. The one thing they feared was true.
His fur had a tick black stripe that started at his nose, went up between his ears, and went all the way down to the his all-black tail. Dark reddish-brown fur covered his head, sides, and most of his legs. Light gray fur was on his belly. As he limped toward the girls, he looked up. Wide, dark brown met Quinn's green eyes and let out a sad whimper. Quinn took in his sight and yelped when she saw his entire left leg was caked in dried blood, with fresh red ooze pumping out slowly.
Quinn let out a few quick barks and Brittany cautiously walked over to Puck, trying to make sure he didn't see her as a threat. The shewolf kept her ears up and posture as non-threating as possible. Puck broke eye contact with Quinn and lazily lolled his head toward Brittany. He looked at her, but before he could even make a move, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he passed out. The girls acted quickly, putting the wolf onto San's back, and raced back to the Fabray house.
It hadn't been more than thirty or so minutes that the girls left, however, Judy was pacing in her kitchen. Every ten seconds she looked up at the clock. "I should stop worring, they are strong wolves, they don't need me worring about them." Judy's musing was interrupted when Quinn's voice erupted from the backyard.
Judy raced out to see Santana and Quinn shouldering a naked human, blood dried on both girls. Fear and anger wrapped their icy claws around her heart. "Mom, open the door. Clear off the kitchen counter." Judy did as she was told and watched as the duo lifted up Puck as gently as possible and laid him on the counter. "Do we have anything that would fit him?"
Judy took notice of the boy and saw it was Puckerman. His left shoulder was still bleeding and his breathing was shallow. Her eyes glazed over, memories crashed into her as she just stared at Noah Puckerman. Her jaw dropped a little, almsot as if to whisper something.
"Mom!" Quinn barked as she was pulling on shorts and her shirt. Santana and Brittany just had on long shirts as they when to dress his wounds, anything to stop the bleeding.
Judy shook her head and went upstairs. She searched around and found some sweat pants that were too big for her, but they still might end up being too small for the Puckerman boy. Better than nothing at this point, she brought a pair as well as a first aide kit. The girls went to dress his wounds as Judy leaned agains the counter. The older Fabray could smell the wolf on the boy. There was another wolf out there, a rogue, a selfish beast going around biting and changing.
Judy watched the girls clean and dress his shoulder, while looking for any other injury. Judy went to put a could wet cloth on Puck's forehead, then went to fix up her bed. As the older Fabray made it to her room, Quinn was at her doorway.
"Mom, Puck's a... He's one of us. I can't watch him go through this by himself. I'm going to invite him into the pack. He needs us, and I don't see any other way to go about this. He could also help find the wolf that almost killed him."
Judy was busy setting everything up so Puck was comfortable, and she would be comfortable on the couch. "Quinn, honey, the rogue wasn't trying to kill him. If he did intend to kill, Puckerman... Well, let's just say he wouldn't be on our kitchen counter. This wolf wanted to create another one. For whatever reason." Judy let out a sigh and went over to Quinn. She ran her hands up and down the girl's arms. "He'll be ok, Quinn. We'll... Watch over him until he can control himself. Then, whatever happens, happens."
Quinn nodded and went back to the kitchen to check up on the boy and her friends. Judy let out another sigh. She put her memories out of her head and went to set up the couch.
The next day Puck wasn't at school, it was expected. Talk and rumors were flying around the school about a wild animal, however Puck's name was only mentioned a few times. It was almost expected for Noah Puckerman to skip classes at this point.
When people would ask about the boy, the girls decided to tell that Puck wasn't feeling well. The girls went about their day like any other, if not being a little quieter than usual. Right before Spanish, Mr. Shuester pulled Quinn to the side to ask her what really happened to Puck. She bit back a growl, Why the hell would I know? Well, I do know, but he doesn't need to know that. Why am being asked? Damn it, calm down, Fabray!
Quinn shook her head at Mr. Shue, "He just isn't feeling well." Quinn went to sit down and pulled out her notebook. The bell let out a shrill and she felt someone sit down next to her. The blond looked up to see Rachel Berry. Quinn's mouth flopped open, but no words came out.
"Morning, Quinn. I hope you don't mind me sitting next to you this morning. I was running a little late, and my usual seat is taken. Not that your company isn't sometimes desired, it is just that our past is tense and-"
"It's ok, Berry," Quinn cut her off with a chuckle. She played with the loose short hairs on the back of her neck that escaped the Cheerio-tight ponytail, hair, her hazel eyes suddenly trained on her notebook. Her mother's conversation this morning before she left exploded back into her mind.
"Don't come home if you don't ask her, Quinnie," Judy said with a sickeningly sweet voice.
Quinn's jaw dropped, her toast half-way to her lips, "Mom, really?"
"Rachel is a sweet girl and you tend to put off the important conversations. Good thing for San and Britt or I'd never know you bonded to Rachel."
"What if she says no?"
"Quinn, she won't. Just ask her over tonight and will take it from there"
Quinn just numbly nodded before forcing the toast down.
"Quinn, Quinn? Are you ok?"
Quinn shook her head and offered Rachel a smile."Yeah, I'm ok. Hey, I was actually wondering-"
"Ok, class! Today's lesson..."
Quinn sighed as Mr. Shue interrupted her. She went to take notes when she felt a piece of paper hit her wrist. Her eyes trailed up Rachel's arm, over her shoulder, up her neck, hesitated at her lips, briefly, before meeting deep brown eyes. Rachel chuckled shyly as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
Quinn smirked as hse opened up the note:
You were saying, Quinn?
Quinn grinned as she replied:
I was going to ask you if you would like to come to my house tonight for dinner?
Rachel instantly read over th note and stared at question before she shakily took up her pen:
This isn't some trick? Haha I would actually like that very much. You are much better company than Finn. Even during our more heated conversations.
When Rachel passed the note back and waited for Quinn to read it, the blonde looked up at Rachel with a shy smile. Rachel met her gaze with a sly smirk and a wink. With a quick flick of her wrist, Quinn wrote back that dinner will be at eight. Quinn had a blush and goofy smile on for the rest of the day. During Glee at the end of the day, Quinn would glance over at Rachel, and if the diva wasn't meeting her glance, Quinn noticed her eyes dancing over their shared note. Quinn smiled to herself, feeling something go warm inside when she would catch Rachel untuck the note from her pocket and just stare at it.
Quinn pulled out her phone and sent out a quick text to her mother. Judy never replied, but appreciated the action. Judy howled in laughter in delight at home:
Quinnie:
Having a vegan stirfry for tonight. Rachel will be there at 8 sharp.
The client Judy was currently typing up a packet for can wait a few hours. She needed to go shopping and learn a new recipe for tonight.
Glee ended on a happy note, and Quinn went home to an overjoyed mother.
Next time on Glee: Howling with the Jukebox
Quinn almost forgot Puck was still crashing at her house. How can she hide the drowsy, new werewolf in her house while tring to woo Miss Berry? What will Finn do when he learns his two exes are getting close? What will the girls do about the rogue werewolf running around? Will quinn ask Rachel about the dance?
I know you're all waiting for an update, but I just can't write anything new for this story after realizing I've got a few plot-holes going on. So here's the edited Pilot episode. Tune it for more!
-Love, Niko