This is kind of inspired by The Nine Lives of Chloe King. I figure if Chloe is from Ukrainian and can be a descendant of an Ancient Egyptian cat goddess, than Quinn can be from Ohio and also be the descendant of an ancient South American legend. I wrote this because I was really upset with how the series ended.
Quinn Fabray was a perfectly normal American teenage girl thank you very much. She had two parents, one male and one female, a house, some so called friends, some actual friends, and a secret crush that NOBODY, could EVER find out about. So when she was assassinated, it came as a complete shock really. She could call it murder, but that just didn't quite describe it, because it WAS an assassination, complete with a ninja like highly skilled assassin with what looked to be claw scars running down one side of his face. But whatever, she was dead, probably going to wake up in purgatory and hang there for however many years being a complete bitch required before traipsing up to the pearly gates. At least that was what she expected. So when she woke up and found herself in the same spot where she had just been murdered, looking into wide brown eyes (Maybe she had gotten the straight shot trip up to heaven?) but alas, upon seeing they didn't belong to one Rachel Berry, but instead to one Santana Lopez, and seeing Santana in the same danger she had just been in, she didn't even think about it really….. she just acted on instinct, and instinct told her to fucking rip that guy's throat out. She amazingly preformed a backwards flip up and landed on her feet and then rushed at the guy that had just shot her in the chest. He had this perfect "What the fuck" look for just a second before she pounced on him knocking him down, she had just sunk her sharp claws into his chest and abdomen and was just about to smash into his skull with her teeth when she froze, , and not just because Santana screamed her name in horror. Since when did she have fucking fangs? And claws? And paws! And ninja skills? And why did she not go for the jugular? And she apparently had resurrection skills too… but when she retracted her claws it was too late, how did she even do that? She didn't even notice all her former supernatural changes fade away. The man was severely wounded and dying rapidly, blood flowing all over the place. She backed into a wall and just stared at Santana who just stood gaping at her disbelievingly. Now it's one thing for her to turn into some kind of bestial thing. But it's totally another to grow CLAWS and kill a man, ok assassin, but still a human being, in front of your frenemy. I mean really. Worst fucking day ever. So she's not dead, but she can't even be happy about that because she's probably going to just die again from shock and hyperventilating. She was shocked out of suffocating when Santana came up and slapped her after trying and failing to get her attention by non violent means. She stared up disbelievingly at Santana.
"Quinn. Listen to me. It's ok. You need to come with me. NOW!" Santana ordered, her face showing determination.
"but I…. I just killed a man!" Quinn answered, sobbing now.
"Exactly why you need to get the FUCK up! Right now!" Santana looked around trying to determine if anyone else had seen. She pulled Quinn to her feet and dragged and stuffed Quinn in the passenger seat before rushing off away from the alley. What was Santana even doing in a fucking alley? No, actually, that wasn't really all that surprising.
"Q… take off your shirt." Santana ordered as she drove god knows where. When Quinn just stared she spoke again. "Quinn! Your shirt is covered in blood. Take it off before you stain my car!"
"Quinn….. I know you're freaked right now. But how do you think I feel? I just watched my best friend get murdered, come back to life, and become fucking catwoman and rip out a guys guts with her claws! Quinn you realize you like, became half lion or something. You grew fur on your ears and hands and claws and fangs and your eyes turned into like, cat eyes? Now I just need to know this. Has this happened before?" Santana stared at Quinn as she stopped the car in a somewhat remote forested location.
"No." Quinn whispered, still in shock.
"Think hard Q, coulda just been for a sec, like, you really angry at someone and you suddenly got cat eyes for a minute, or like, you thought you died but then you actually didn't, or just thought you didn't because you came back to life, or you randomly found yourself chasing a rabbit and catching and killing the rabbit with your fangs, or something." Santana questioned.
"NO SANTANA! THIS HASN'T HAPPENED BEFORE!" Quinn growled out, claws and fangs and eyes beginning to change for a sec before she realized it, she then quickly widened her eyes in shock as her features changed back to normal.
"ooookay. Here's what were going to do. There's a creek here which you are going to jump in right now to get all that blood off you and then you will change into my gym clothes which I have in my duffle bag. After this we will go to my house where you will call and tell your mom you are sleeping over. We will then talk about this and try to figure it out. Ok?" Santana said calmly, and slightly comfortingly, which was a biggie for her.
Quinn breathed heavily and exhaled slowly, "ok. Why aren't you freaking out? Shouldn't you be like, running away in terror?" Quinn asked looking at Santana curiously.
"Well one of us has got to hold it together right now. I mean look at you, you're still shaking! And if we had stayed there then the cops would have been asking a whole bunch of questions. Like, is there a tiger that escaped from the zoo?" Santana pointed out. "Now strip and jump in the creek while I call my mom and get rid of those clothes."
"You just want to see me naked." Quinn grumbled while Santana laughed.
"not actually opposed to that, but not the purpose. Just a bonus….." Santana grinned.
"uhuh, and what will I ever say to Brittany!" Quinn smirked as she stripped.
"ummm that I just SAVED your cute naked ass!" Santana called out after her as she ran and jumped into the creek as Santana pulled out her phone and told her mom that Quinn was going to sleep over.
"You know I really wonder if you could turn into a lion? Or would it be smaller, like a lynx? Or would it be a cheetah? Or a tiger?" Santana wondered as she got her gym soap and shampoo out with a towel and clothes. She tossed it to Quinn as the girl shivered in the very cold stream.
"Santana, I should just wait until I get to your place. That soap probably isn't very environmentally friendly." Quinn stated.
"yeah because I give a shit right now. My mom is home and I couldn't bring your blood covered self into my house without raising some questions." Santana said as she tossed the shampoo to her as well and hung the clean clothes on a nearby tree limb. "now scrub!" she ordered before putting Quinn's bloody clothes into a plastic bag and sealing them in tight, planning to throw them into the first dumpster they pass that is farthest from both of their houses AND the crime scene, maybe she should take the long way home and drive through the other town. Actually maybe dumping it in someone's personal trash was better… they wouldn't know what it was and the police would be less likely to find it in some random person's trash than in a dumpster. She was brought out of her thoughts when Quinn, now clean and clothed, tapped her on the shoulder.
"ok. That's better. Now we can just tell my mom that you had been working out before I picked you up from school. Alright now let's get going, I'm hungry and tonight's empanada night. And Britt's gonna come over later as well." Santana got into the driver's seat and started her car. "CRAP! Q where's your car?" She asked.
"Still at the school parking lot. I was about to get in it when the guy found me and asked me the time before pulling his gun." Quinn replied.
"ok. No problem. So we leave the car there, you get it back when I drive you to school tomorrow?" Santana breathed a little more easily.
"Sure. And are you seriously hungry right now?" Quinn raised her eyebrow.
"What? It's dinnertime. Actually we might be late." Santana sped up, she fucking loved empanada night!
She decided to drop the bloody clothes into Jewfrow's trash on the way to her house, just because she didn't like him, and she figured no one would actually look through it, like, ever. Quinn called her mom and got a "You should have planned this ahead" speech before the inevitable "be home for dinner tomorrow."
Up in the relative safety of Santana's room, with a bellyful of delicious food, Santana paced.
"ok. So. We need to figure this out. At first I was going to think werewolf but that wasn't no wolf ears I saw."
"Santana. Please. Speak properly! You're dad's a doctor! You are NOT ghetto!" Quinn sighed.
"Whatever. Point is. I think you may be more feline based. We won't know until you change again." Santana looked at her expectantly.
"oh no. I'm NOT going to TRY to turn into a cat! Not happening." Quinn shook her head stubbornly.
"Quinn. Face it. This is happening whether YOU want it to or not. So it's either ignore it and try not to accidentally kill anyone ever again and hope you don't change accidentally and get found out, or you can try to turn into a cat, right now, and see if you can control it so that you WON'T get found out or accidentally kill or maim anyone. You're choice. Chaaaaaaaange... or maim. chaaannge... or maim." Santana said pointedly.
"ok." Quinn sighed. She then concentrated, willing herself to feel that change that happened. She found she could bring out her claws pretty easily, her now paw not giving her much trouble, she practiced retracting and bearing her claws, fascinated.
"ok Q. We get it, kitty's got claws. But you need to move on. Come on, do the teeth and ears now…. Woah, your eyes! THAT IS SOOO COOL!" Santana gushed.
"ok. Fangs." Quinn murmured as she tried to imagine the need to bite someone, that was the key, to imagine danger. She felt her face changing and her ears growing along with her teeth and let out a true hair raising roar before dropping on all fours and feeling her body morph.
"woah….." Santana said, to which Quinn just sat on her haunches, staring at her and growled indifferently as her tail swished back and forth, or tried to, except she had underwear and pants and a hoodie which flopped awkwardly around her ears.
"Mija! I thought I told you to stop watching the discovery channel. Brittany just arrived and you know how she dislikes it when they show the lions eating those antelope!" Santana's mom bursts through the door, because like all very loving mom's, she doesn't believe the knocking rule actually applies to her. as if. However when she comes through the door to find that Santana's TV is off, and that the noise she heard was indeed not an actual lion, but an equally intimidating tan spotted big cat in a sweatshirt and underwear (the pants had been shucked quickly in the shuffle) that was in Santana's room scrambling trying to hide under her bed, but finding the crawlspace stuffed with boxes and unusable. DAMN IT! Quinn knew she should have just went for the closet….. Santana's mom froze and gasps dropping her plate of milk and cookies and causing Brittany to bump into her almost knocking her over. Quinn, trying to salvage some dignity from the hide under the bed fiasco calmly sits as her tail wiggles out from the underwear and stares at Santana, whom now everyone is also looking at expectantly for an explanation.
"Q! come on! Change back already! Don't leave me hanging!" she whispered urgently at Quinn. Quinn, however, just swished her newly freed spotted tail and Santana swore she saw her raise a fucking eyebrow. Bitch. Crap. She would have to say something before her mom freaked more, and Quinn was obviously not going to help.
"ok. So. I know this is really weird. But. That leopard over there is Q." Santana stated. All of the other parties involved seemed to just stare at her more. She shrugged. It was basically all the explanation she HAD.
"Santana Gabriella Esperanza Lopez! I demand to know how there came to be a large wild jungle cat in your bedroom! And why does it have underwear?" Santana's mother scolded like she had just found a naked teenager in Santana's room instead of a clothed jaguar, which was what Quinn actually was, she could see the black dots in the middle of her spots from Santana's full length mirror as she quickly shucked off the hoodie with her paws.
"I told you. its Quinn. Come on Quinn. Change back already! And you better not rip that hoodie!" Santana pleaded with the Jaguar. Who looked as innocent as a jaguar can, because really, it never looks innocent, and just calmly surveyed the situation, tail flicking and swishing rhythmically the whole time. "ok fine. Quinn is obviously gonna be a bitch about this. So um. Can we pretend this never happened? It's not like it's going to hurt anyone." Santana smiled in what she could only hope was a winsome way.
"Yeah Mrs. Lopez! Can we keep the Quinnkitty! Hi Quinn!" Brittany stepped forward and smiled and totally unafraid, she began to pet Quinn….. who growled a bit at first but quickly succumbed to the allure of ear scratches and belly rubs, purring contentedly.
"You know Quinn, you should be a kitty forever! You're much nicer. And maybe Rachel would pet you because you won't have to be mean to pretend to not like her!" Brittany prattled on to Quinn as the Lopez women had a stare down.
"ok. So. You're explanation for there being a leopard in your room is… repete, rapidamente ." Maria Lopez stared down her daughter seeking any falsehood.
"I can't explain it. I don't even understand it yet, but I swear on Abuella's grave…. THAT is Qu….(she gulped as Quinn growled menacingly and made her threat VERY clear, despite not saying a word) that is NOT my leopard. That is Quinn's…..leapard….. yup. that she just inherited from her crazy old uncle who died. And….. she just went out…. To get some meat….. for leopard." Santana said.
"But Santana! Quinn's a jaguar." Brittany pointed out.
"Shush Britt. Not right now!" Santana interrupted Brittany. "Um Mom… This would probably be a good time to also tell you that I'm a lesbian…and in love with Brittany….." Santana gulped, but she needed to pull out the big guns to distract her mom from the bigger fact that there is a leopard in her room.
"Mija. Do you want me to have a heart attack? Ok. This is what's going to happen….. First of all, get rid of the leopard, I don't care how, and I'll be glad to pretend I didn't see it…. for now…. But more importantly, I love you, and support you always… gay, straight, bisexual, or whatever, you'll always be my special little hija, and you always talk to me about anything, ok Mija? I love you so much!" She said, hugging her daughter tenderly, both of them tearing up a little bit, but Santana obviously had crap in her eyes… and that was why she was crying, not because she was an emotional sap. No way. "Now that that's settled. Anymore gigantic secrets that you have can wait until tomorrow. And an open door policy is officially instated for whenever Brittany or another girl is over." Her mom continued.
"Seriously mom?" Santana said disbelievingly.
"You'd better believe it. Just because you're gay doesn't mean don't you get normal parenting rules. Any other mother of a straight 17 year old daughter wouldn't allow boys up in their room with the doors closed and I will be checking in at random hours during sleepovers! No more sharing beds either. Now get Quinn (Quinn growled again, now at her)….I mean Quinn's leopard (another growl) panther? (a snarl) jaguar? (a contented swish of the tail and an approving purr) ok Quinn's jaguar… out of here or back to normal before your father sees." And with those parting words she picked up the tray of milk and cookies (luckily everything was plastic so it didn't break) she had dropped and took it downstairs. Quinn purred happily as she licked up the spilled milk and stray cookie and Brittany continued scratching her behind her large ears.
"Seriously Q?" Santana interjected, to which Quinn just growled, baring her teeth and flexing her claws and finishing her milk.
"ok Q, try to change back now." Santana said. "Remember that's the point of all this, trying to control your "powers"." Santana snickered a little at this but stopped when she heard another growl from Quinn. Quinn rather smoothly and quickly transitioned back into herself.
"wow." Brittany said….. not surprised but still impressed. "Hi Quinn!"
"Hi Brittany." Quinn smiled, swishing her tail.
"um Quinn…." Santana coughed and pointed to the long still swishing golden spotted tail peeking out from pink undies.
"oh…. Hm….. guess I still have to work on that." Quinn blushed as she concentrated on getting rid of the tail. "um. Could I borrow a shirt and some pants?" Quinn asked and hurriedly put the hoodie back on while Santana tried to retain her composure and not burst into laughter.
"Here." Santana said as she threw her the clothes and flopped down on her bed. "ok. Good job Q. you're a were leopard thingy! YAY…" Santana did ironic jazzhands from her bed as Quinn glared at her.
"I was actually a jaguar you ass. They have dots in their spots, and go for the kill by crushing their prey's skull with their jaws. And thank you. I actually feel proud that I can control it somewhat." Quinn smiled.
"Yeah. You know I guess a girl really can change her spots." Santana snickered as Quinn rolled her eyes.
"Santana, remember, door open." Santana's mother reminded as she opened the door and came in to clean up the milk, only to find jaguar saliva….. and a bashful Quinn. "Hi Quinn… um….. just know that I always considered you like a third daughter, Brittany being second, and you are always welcome here and if you ever need to talk…. I… don't really know what I would say… but you're welcome to anyway. Um, but I would go to the woods near the back if you should feel….. the need to. And Mija, there will be a Lopez family meeting, females only, tomorrow right after school before your father comes home. Be there. And now I'm going to have a long drink, or two, and a long bubble bath. Please don't bother me until tomorrow unless it's an emergency. If you girls would like a glass I really wouldn't be upset, but not more than one." Santana's mother smiled awkwardly but warmly and shuffled off after wiping up and left the door open.
"So….. could that get anymore awkward….." Santana wondered.
"No. I really don't think it could." Quinn smiled.
"Want some booze?" Santana grinned.
"Sure." Quinn agreed.
An hour later
"Quinn. Can you turn back into a big kitty? I wanna pet you again." Brittany said.
"Pet Santana. She had nice soft hair." Quinn replied.
"ok." Brittany agreed and started stroking Santana's hair, and although Santana grumbled at first, she quickly gave in.