The World Unknown

by BornToPlay

Santana is an Alpha with a human fiancé Brittany. What will happen when the supernatural world begins to take control of the Latina leaving her with less and less time with Brittany? Will get to M sooner or later. Everyone is pretty much paired up in this story so take a look. Warning Santana G!P

1. A New World

Okay guys, this is my first fanfic like ever so please be gentle. I know it's kind of long and I didn't really know when to break off. Umm... I guess Rate and Review. Love y'all and let me know if I should keep going or not. Also just as a warning this is in fact a Santana G!P if you're into that.

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Santana stepped through the door listening to the familiar ding of the bell above her head signaling her entrance. The cool air from the air conditioning hit her face relieving her of some of the sweat that dotted her brow.

She pushed some of her long raven black hair from her evenly tanned face while her deep brown eyes survived the room with a hawk like grace.

"Hello, Santana. Haven't seen you in a while," the man at the counter said with a huge grin on that was mostly hidden by his unruly beard. He wore a dirty band T-shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. Like his beard his hair was full of grease.

Santana easily returned the smile, while shrugging out of her heavy leather jacket, exposing her white T-shirt that showed of her smooth abs beneath the thin fabric.

"Hey, there Will, just stopping by to see how the shop's doing." Stepping past the rack of guitar cleaning supplies Santana examined the guitars hanging from the wall. Will seemed a little ill at ease as Santana took in the details and condition of the merchandise.

Beads of sweat rolled down his brow as he stuttered out a reply. "Oh, things have been great around here. I mean it's only my first week here but nothing has gone wrong. Nothing illegal or anything."

With her back still to Will, Santana allowed a small smile to touch her lips.

"I see that Kurt has trained you well about hiding the weed, but he hasn't told you my policy; Just don't let the costumers see it."

There was a great sigh and Santana turned to see Will wiping his brow. His eyes held relief and a hint of anger.

"You know I almost had a heart attack."

Santana gave off a ruthful smile. Walking up to the counter she leaned against the glass case top.

Beneath her arms lay her most prized possession. A cherry red Gibson SG. It had been a graduation present from her parents, along with enough money to start her own music shop. That had been years ago. Now she was a super wealthy woman on her way to the big time and about to marry the love of her life.

"I'm not here to tell you what to do. I'll leave that up to your boss," Santana replied. Will's face soured at the mention of the uptight manager that demanded to be called the boss. Santana was the only one that could put him back in his place.

Picking herself up from the counter, Santana strutted to the back room. She examined the equipment with little interest. Do you know where Kurt it?" She called over her shoulder.

"He left to go get lunch," Will replied that worried edge creeping back into his voice.

Santana smiled. She could already tell that Will would do his job well.

"I hope he's bring you back something," she said while stepping out of the closet. He noted Will's raised eyebrow and the way his eyes scrutinized Santana.

She smiled. "Looks can be deceiving. You of all people should know that," she growled, letting her incisors pop out.

The door opened with a blast of hot air and the smell of greasy fast food. A dark figure blocked out the light with its tall, but slight frame. "I bring the gift of food," Kurt said, his joyous booming voice calling out to all.

Stepping farther into the store he let the door close and the light from the fluorescent bulbs fall upon him.

His hair was perfectly hair-sprayed so that it wouldn't move. He wore the clothes of someone that not even Santana was able to identify. All in all he was very well dressed. See her old friend brought back memories of when they were in the second grade and even in high school when the man standing at the counter had been their teacher.

"I still see that you have healthy eating habits," Santana said, sarcastically. He whipped around to find the Latina leaning against the doorframe.

A gigantic smile spread across his face.

"Where have you been, you sexy bitch," he said with a laugh, scooping Santana up in a hug.

He hugged her until all the air was knocked from her lungs. Even though Santana was much taller and stronger than Kurt she was still winded when he released her.

Will stood behind the counter shaking his head in disbelief. "You guys want to take that upstairs?" He asked, speaking of the apartment that Kurt rented from Santana. At his words, both of them made a disgusted face and Kurt went so far as to stick his tongue out at the older man.

Breaking away from Santana, Kurt walked back to where he had left the two bags of food. "You're lucky that I brought extra food," he called over his shoulder to her.

"That's nice of you, but I can't stay. I'm meeting Brittany."

A knowing smile graced the both of the men's faces.

"Okay, you have fun on your little breakfast date." Santana stuck her tongue out at him. "I think the correct term is brunch."

Kurt laughed loudly.

Pulling her leather jacket back on she stepped outside back into the summer heat.

Trash littered the ground around her. It was one of the worse places to set up a shop, but this was where it all started. This was where Santana grew up. In Lima Heights Adjacent.

Four years ago she had just been a street kid working in a run down pizza place with no chance at any sort of future. After her boss had died and left the store to her, she had converted it into a music store, with a little help from her parents. A little while later a record producer had come in wanting to use the phone and heard Santana playing guitar and singing. He had hired her right on the spot.

Her black Dodge Challenger seemed out of place in the run down street. Looking in both directions she pulled the collar up on her neck before hopping into the car. The smooth leather felt nice under her hands, and she was quick to jet out of the neighborhood.

Pulling into an empty spot in the already overcrowded parking lot. The neon sign overhead read; Quinn's. Smiling to herself she quickly stepped out of the car.

She walked into the air-conditioned restaurant and over to one of the large booths.

A woman sat there, her back was to the door so she didn't see the Latina come up behind her and cover her eyes. She squealed in surprise.

"Guess who," she whispered in her ear. The woman pried Santana's hands from her eyes and looked up into her face and looked up into the smiling tan face. Instead of responding she leaned up and kissed Santana.

Santana easily returned the kiss with just as much enthusiasm. She was the one that broke away. Giving Santana time to look the beautiful woman over.

Blonde hair fell around her lightly tanned skin and into her beautiful sky blue eyes. Her cheeks were full of blush and that only made Santana's smile grow as she took the seat across from the beautiful blonde before her. She quickly took in the rest of her features. She was wearing one of Santana's old band T-shirt's and she had on a pair of navy blue jeans, which fit the contours of her body perfectly.

She blushed deeply as she noticed Santana's eyes examining her.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I just stopped by the shop to check on Kurt."

Brittany smiled and her blinding white teeth gleamed in the light. "How's he doing?" She asked while taking a sip from her red drink. Santana shrugged. "Still eating way too much fast food." Brittany's smile grew.

"And what can I get the lovely couple?" A familiar voice asked. Santana tore her gaze away from Brittany long enough to look up into the smiling face of Quinn. The owner of the restaurant and Santana's best friend.

Brittany blushed again and Santana grinned. "I'm thinking something light blue," she said with a wink in Brittany direction. The blonde only stared back at her in confusion. Quinn nodded and dashed back to the kitchen.

In a matter of seconds she returned carry a large tray that took multiple people to support. Brittany's attention was caught up in the fiasco, so she didn't notice Santana drop down to one knee until Quinn was upon them. She set the huge mound of icing and dough onto the table. The words 'Marry Me?' were written on the cake in an even lighter shade of blue icing.

Brittany turned and saw Santana on the ground. "Oh my god," she whispered as she opened the small box. "What do you say, Britt-Britt? Do you want to give this marriage thing a try?" Santana asked nervously.

The blonde's eyes had grown big as quarters and tears streamed down her face as she saw the size of the ring in Santana's hand. She could only manage a nod.

Taking her left hand in two of her own Santana slid the ring onto Brittany's finger. Standing she kissed her lips tasting the salt from her tears of joy. This time she was the one to pull back,

"I have something else for you," she whispered, slightly dazed from the passionate kiss. The blonde's eyes were still closed and she had to shake herself back to attention. "What is it?" She asked with a nervous edge creeping into her voice. Santana only gave her an encouraging smile and reached into the pocket of her jacket. Pulling out an envelope she passed it over to Brittany and took her seat. Taking a sip from the tea that Quinn had brought over for her.

Brittany's brow furrowed in confusion as she slowly opened the envelope and pulled out a check. She read the amount and her jaw almost hit the table. "Santana! How did you get this?" She demanded waving the slip of paper around the air. Smiling into the cup Santana looked at her with a slight gleam in her eyes. "I have my ways," she said her smile only growing. At her words, Brittany's brow immediately creased once again. "What do you mean you have ways? So, help me God, Santana Lopez, I will embarrass you in front of all these people!" She yelled already attracting attention.

"Okay! Okay! I go the money from my business. A major company wants to buy in and they gave me that check as their way of buying in. That's going to be used on our wedding. I also bought something else for you." The mischievous smile returned to her lips.

Taking the blonde's hand she led them to the door with a hearty laugh. Hopping into the car the Latina jetted off. They sat in comfortable silence until they pulled up in front of a studio. Brittany's jaw was in danger of falling off by how low it hung. A sold sign rested on the window and a beaming Mike, Tina, Puck, and Artie were all standing in front of the shop waving at the now parked car.

"San, you didn't," Brittany said in disbelief. Santana turned to the blonde. "You've supported me in all of my dreams and I want to do the same for you. So, this studio is all yours." Before Santana could so much as move the blonde had tackled her and was covering her in kisses. Through the windshield Santana could see the rest of their friends laughing at the surprised look on the Latina's face.

Brittany pulled away and looked down into Santana's still surprised eyes. Brittany leaned back and got out of the car racing over to Tina showing the ring off to her. The guys walked up to Santana and clapped her on the back. "You are going to be so whipped," Puck growled as they followed the girls into the empty studio.

"Are you kidding me? Santana's already whipped," Artie said as Puck ruffled the brunette's hair. Tina and Brittany were rushing around the huge space looking at the walls and running along the hard floor. Their giggles filled the air and Santana couldn't help the smile that came onto her face as she watched the blonde playfully dance across the floor and around Tina.

Catching sight of the others watching them, Brittany and Tina went up to their respectable partners and took their hands, leading them out onto the dance floor. A nice tune filled the air and they all looked over to see Puck and Artie with guitars strumming out the beginning to Bella Notre.

A large smile crept onto the blonde's face and Santana pulled back just enough to bow and extend her hand out to the blonde. With a laugh Brittany took it and they began to dance slowly. Santana wrapped her arm around Brittany's waist and let the blonde rest her head on her shoulder. Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana's neck as they swayed to the music.

"The only thing that could make this perfect is if we had a meatball to share," Santana whispered. Brittany looked up at her with love shinning in her eyes. "I would give it to you in a heartbeat," she whispered. A smile touched Santana's lips. "I wouldn't let you, babe," she whispered back, before Brittany leaned forward and kissed the Latina full on the lips.

Puck and Artie strummed out the last bit of the song and the room fell silent. Both of the couples had begun to full fledge make out. Santana allowed Brittany to take control of the kiss. She felt the blonde's tongue touching at her bottom lip, begging for entrance. Without thought, Santana's mouth opened and allowed the blonde's tongue to enter and investigate inside. That was when Santana began to fight for dominance.

The blonde easily gave it over, letting off a loud moan as she felt Santana tug at her bottom lip with her teeth. Someone cleared their throat, but the couples ignored them and continued to kiss their significant other.

"Damn! By the way their going at it, you would think that me and you were suppose to kiss," Puck growled to Artie, who let off a nervous laugh. Santana finally pulled back with an audible pop. "I always knew you had a bit of gay in you Puckerman," she growled, as Brittany nuzzled into her neck. The boy with the Mohawk actually looked offended by her words. "Are you kidding me? The Pucksaures gets more action than you ever will," he growled; back with an actual snarl curling his lips.

Brittany kissed Santana's neck and the Latina had to fight back a moan. "Do you have a super hot girl on your arm right now, Puckerman? I don't think so," Santana growled and Brittany sucked on her pulse point. This time Santana couldn't stop the moan from leaving her lips.

"Okay, I got it!" He cried out, "Can we please just get this finished with!" Everyone else laughed at his obvious discomfort. Brittany pulled back and rested her head on Santana's shoulder. "I have a real treat for you tonight," she whispered, just loud enough for the brunette to hear. A small shiver ran through Santana's spine and she looked down into a pair of lust filled blue eyes.

Puck, Artie and Mike were already waiting outside for them. She could hear Mike whispering to Tina that he would drop her off and then be right back. Brittany gave her a questioning look, but Santana only smiled at her confusion. They got into her car and Santana took off without a second thought. They drove for a while until Brittany began to recognize some of the surrounding area.

"Why are we at my apartment?"

Santana pulled into an empty spot and Puck's pickup truck pulled up beside her. "I realize that I've asked you to marry me, but not if you would move in with me." Tears appeared at the edge of Brittany's brilliant blue eyes.

Digging around in her pocket, Santana produced a key with a grip on it shaped like a duck. "Will you?" She asked with her own tears filling her eyes. Brittany took the key. "Of course I'll move in with you." Santana smiled and jumped out of the car. "I got a couple of friends ready to help us move some of the heavier stuff."

Brittany smiled with the key still clamped tightly in her fist. Running up three flights of stairs they came to a door that led to a hallway lined with rooms.

A group of buff looking men stood at the end. With Puck and Artie standing with them. Santana smiled over at them and said, "Alright, boys, let's get started."

"Why didn't you guys just go in?" Brittany asked as they stepped closer. She recognized a few of the men from the many barbecues at the park and other crazy gathering she went to for Santana's benefit. "Well, we were going to but we wouldn't want to invade your privacy. We figured you would want to grab a few thing before we go in there."

She nodded and quickly walked into the apartment followed by Santana. She ignored everything else and went straight for the dresser. She riffled through it taking out T-shirts and socks and quickly placing them into a gym bag she had lying around.

"Oh, what do we have here?" Santana said with a wicked smile upon her face. She held up a pair of red lacey panties. "These are definitely a keeper." Brittany snatched back the underwear while sending a thankful prayer that she had closed the door behind them.

Laughing Santana finished helping Brittany pack and the Latina called out to her friends come inside.

The men were at ease cracking off jokes and giving Brittany sly winks that made her blush deeply. Even though most of them were bigger than Santana, she still seemed to make them cower in fear.

Her small apartment seemed even smaller with all of the men in there. She was just happy that they left in groups making room for the next group of men that stepped in. Pulling Santana off to the side she whispered furiously to her.

"Is any of my stuff really necessary? Seems like you have enough for both of us." Santana smiled. "This is for your private room." She frowned. "But I though we were sharing a master bedroom." Santana smiled at Brittany sweetly. "We are. But not until you have a ring permanently on that finger."

Tears threatened to spill over. "Hey, Santana, what do you want us to do with this bag?" Mike asked. "Oh, that one goes into my car." He nodded, before leaving.

What would have taken a regular moving crew three hours only took the men thirty minutes. Santana and Brittany met them outside as they packed the last items into a second truck bed.

Santana reached into her back pocket and pulled out her wallet, but Mike held up a hand stopping her. "Oh, no, Santana. You are not going to pay us what with this huge wedding you're paying for." Santana didn't look pleased but she knew that Mike wouldn't budge in his decision.

"Besides, we'll be paid in laughter at tomorrow's barbeque," Puck said with a laugh. Smiling Santana gave them all firm handshakes, before going back to the car where Brittany sat. The truck's pulled out and Santana followed close behind.

At the highway instead of getting off with the trucks she continued to drive. "Aren't we going with them?" Brittany asked her eyes following the other two vehicles. "No, the guys know what they're doing and I trust them. Plus, there's one more place we have to go."

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. They drove in silence for a while until they reached the big city. There was a large building and a secretive smile crept onto Santana's face. Pulling up to it, she opened the door for Brittany and threw an arm around her, pulling her closer to the Latina as they stepped inside.

A spunky blonde receptionist sat at the front desk with an earpiece hanging from her left ear and her mouth in constant motion.

At the sight of the couple stepping into the room her jaw went slack. "Hello, Jennifer, we're her three o'clock." The girl only stared, her eyes dancing between them. "So, we'll just head up, I guess." She slowly nodded. Taking Brittany by the hand Santana led her over to the elevators. It immediately appeared and they stepped in. "Should I even ask what that was about?" She asked as they ascended. Santana's smile faltered slightly. "Just a little fling I had a long time ago."

Brittany tried not to give away any emotion as she nodded her head in understanding. "I see."

The door dinged at their arrival and they quickly stepped into a large room. There were ladies sitting everywhere at their desks typing away. At the sound of the bell multiple heads went up and their hands went still. As more and more of them look up the clank of finger hitting keys died away.

Santana blushed deeply and began to make her way through the crowd of women and to a large office door. She knocked waiting until yet another woman called for them to enter.

She allowed Brittany to step in before quickly following. A woman sat with her hands clasped before her and an amused expression upon her face. "Tina?" Brittany asked in shock.

She smiled and stood. "Right on time. That's what I always liked about this new Santana. You got her all whipped into shape here, Brittany." She smiled before wrapping an arm possessively around the Latina's waist. "Allow me to introduce my fiancé Brittany Susan Pierce. Soon to be Brittany Susan Lopez." She smiled one of her goofiest grins and allowed the blonde to kiss her gently on the cheek.

Tina smiled over at the happy couple. "You're all this girl can talk about. We were all just waiting for her to pop the question and shut the hell up." Santana blushed again and looked to the ground trying to avoid their gazes. "You say it like it's a bad thing," she muttered under her breath. Tina rolled her eyes to Brittany, before going back to her seat, she indicated for them to sit in the two chairs across from her.

"Now, what are you guys looking for in this wedding?" She asked. Brittany looked over at Santana. "Anything you want shall be done," she said with a glazed over expression.

This time it was Brittany who blushed. "I'm not sure. I've never thought about it. Can we have more sessions like this?" Tina gave her a kind smile. "Of course, child. As long as you two don't have a specific date, then we can have as many talks as you need."

Santana kissed Brittany on the cheek. "Take as long as you like. I've waited this long to pop the question I can wait a little while longer." Tina smiled. "Let me give you my card and Santana knows how to get to my house."

Brittany smiled lightly. "Thank you," she said accepting the business card that Tina handed her. Standing she extended a hand to them. "Now, I would encourage you to stay but I have a feeling that Shay has some big plans for you, before the barbeque."

"Does everyone know about these little surprised, but me?" Brittany demanded over at Santana.

She gave her the most innocent, puppy dog eyed look she could muster. "Not everyone." Brittany pouted and crossed her arms over her chest, turning away from them.

Tina smiled. "Ah, young love."

Santana returned the smile, before giving her hand a firm shake and standing she did another theatrical sweep of the arms. Brittany stood and walked out with a great huff.

The door closed to Tina's laughter.

Brittany was already halfway towards the elevators. Starting at a light jog, Santana reached her just before the doors slid closed. The blonde's arms were still folded across her chest.

"Okay, so I guess that we're just going to stay in awkward silence." Her eyes stayed glued to the door. "It's only awkward for you," she growled back. Santana's lips struggled not to pull up. She managed to remain silent until they reached the car. "There's something you want to say?" She asked. Brittany still stood with her arms crossed, with the car sitting between them. She waited until the door lock popped open and she quickly got in.

"I only have one question. Did you have 'little flings' with all those girls in there?" She asked finally turning to glare at the Latina. "No, they just hoped I would. Jennifer loves to gossip and so they all think that I have a thing for receptionist."

She looked at the brunette again trying to make sure that she wasn't lying. "Scout's Honor," Santana said holding up the two-finger salute that same goofy grin upon her forever-grinning face.

Punching the car on she zoomed off the highway once again only this time she got off at a fork and headed up the dirt road leading to her house. Trees crowded around the area and if she didn't know where she was going they would have been lost.

As she road she turned driving up the steep hill and into her new driveway. A large mansion lay before them. It towered over the trees and it was a wonder that the people on the highway didn't see it.

The white paint reflected in the sun making Santana's eyes hurt. Flicking the garage door button she pulled in right next to the cherry red Ford Mustang and the yellow Chevy Camaro with the black racing stripe.

Brittany stared at the two sports cars in surprise. Hopping out of the car Santana opened the door for her. She stepped out with her mouth still slightly agape. Running to the front door she held it open for her, holding her arm out theatrically.

She stepped through into a rather large laundry room. The washing machine hummed as it ran Santana's boxers through the warm water. She quickly stepped through this room and into a gigantic living room. The ceiling rose up to fifty feet in the air and a chandelier hung down. A window took up the whole wall allowing them to see out into a field and into the forest beyond.

A white leather couch lay out under the chandelier and a huge flat screen TV rested against the wall. The white carpet looked like an untouched blanket of snow. Santana paid no attention to this and quickly stepped into the next room.

It was as if they had gone from light to dark. Everything was an earth colored brown. The only thing that seemed out of place was the tile in the bathroom. There was another TV and a large window. Neither of which was as big as the living rooms but it still seemed to please Brittany.

"This is where I use to sleep. It's not that great. You haven't even seen the master bedroom yet." Her eyebrows were in danger of disappearing into her hairline. "The master bedroom?" She whispered. Santana smiled and grabbed her hand, leading her past the massive kitchen up a flight of stairs and down a long hall to a door at the end.

She stopped her jaw going slack. The entire room was white. There was not a thing in the entire room that wasn't white. Even the TV hanging from the wall was white. A large fluffy king sized bed sat against the wall and Santana couldn't wait to crease the sheets.

Brittany took a step forward before Santana stopped her. "If we're going to do this than we're going to do this right," she said before leaning down and scooping Brittany up into her arms. The blonde let off a yelp of surprise as the brunette stepped into the room with her held against her chest. She carried her in bridal style.

Getting a runner's start Santana charged for the bed ignoring her screams of protest. With a quick twist of her body she landed right next to the blonde.

Rolling over she kissed her on the lips while supporting the rest of her weight on her forearms. Brittany laughed past Santana's lips and the Latina pulled back to stare down at her. "I love you," she whispered, her voice husky with lust.

With her eyes still locked on the brunette's eyes she pulled the Santana down on top of her. The passion of the kiss overtook them and Brittany ran her fingers through Santana's hair, thoroughly enjoying herself. This time it was Santana that pulled back. "Are we really just going to stay in here or am I going to show you the rest of the house?" The blonde stared at her with her own goofy grin. "Do you really want me to answer that?" She asked bring her face upward again. Santana moved away from her searching lips.

"Not yet. You may have a ring on your finger but we're not there yet," she said in a false stern voice that made the blonde giggle.

Hopping up Santana moved so that she could stand beside the blonde. She stared at the Latina for a second trying to determine if she planned to pick her up again. Slowly stepping ahead Brittany indicated for Santana to take the lead.

Smiling Santana stepped out of the room and into the hallway. Opening doors as she walked by. "This is the music room, guest room, bathroom, private study, workout room, and the library."

As they passed each room her eyes grew wider and wider. The expanse of the music room seemed to really surprise her as she saw the number of guitars handing from the walls and the full drum set besides the grand piano. Each room was large enough to fit at least five grand sized pianos in.

The library was the largest of all the rooms. It was bigger than the master bedroom, at least twice that size. It was lined from top to bottom with books. The only area that wasn't piled with books was a large, plush, chair with a table holding a lamp beside it. The table too was littered with books. A pair of reading glasses sat upon the open book on the armrest of the chair.

Santana sighed. "Many a night I have fallen asleep in here." Brittany smiled and spun her around into her arms. "I think that will change once we're married."

They smiled and Santana led her back downstairs. "I bet there's a few calls you'll want to make, so I'll leave you to it," she said and kissed the blonde softly on the cheek, before turning to leave.

She smiled and threw the phone onto the white leather couch. "I'm not letting you out of my sight," she growled at the brunette, throwing her arms around Santana's neck. The Latina's ears perked up. "Sounds like Quinn's home." Brittany listened intently, waiting until she heard the growl of an engine. "Wait, you live by Quinn?" Santana blushed deeply.

"Um, yeah. We're the only two resident out here so she won't bother us. She lives deeper into the woods." Brittany's head cocked to the side as she looked at the blushing Latina. "It could get scary in these woods all alone. Do you guys have sleepovers?" Brittany asked. She couldn't quite hide the hint of jealously that crept into her voice.

A soft smile touched Santana's lips and she cocked her head to the side. "Well that all depends on how jealous you are of me and Quinn," she purred back, playing along with Brittany's banter. The blonde's face scrunched up as she stared at the Latina's smirk. "That's not funny Santana," she growled, "Did you and Quinn have sex?" Santana's normal playful edge was gone by than. "No, Quinn and I never slept together. We talked about the idea in joke, but we realized that we weren't distended for each other."

Brittany stared at her for a few seconds before snuggling into Santana's side as they both took a seat on the white leather couch. Brittany curled into Santana and began to draw circles on the Latina's defined abs. Flipping the TV on and turned it over to a football game. "Is this okay or would you like me to change it to something else?" She asked. Brittany shrugged and snuggled deeper into the woman behind her. "It doesn't matter to me. I'm not going to watch it anyways. I've got something better to look at." A deep blush fell over Santana and she looked down to see love shinning in Brittany's eyes. It was enough to make her heart melt and she leaned down and kissed the blonde on her forehead taking in a deep whiff of her beautiful blonde hair and the smell that it radiated.

"I love you so much, Brittany Susan Pierce. Please don't ever leave me," she whimpered, "I can't live without you." Brittany pulled back and looked up at her fiancé. "I'm never going to leave you, Santana Lopez. I love you more than anything else in this world. Even more than I love to dance and as long as you want me I'm not going anywhere," she said, forcing the Santana look at her.

Letting off a sigh Santana tried to bury her face in Brittany's hair again, but the blonde wouldn't allow it. "What brought all this on?" She demanded. Santana tried to shrug nonchalantly. "No, San, I know there's something going on with you and I want to know what it is."

Santana looked into Brittany's brilliant blue eyes. "I…I don't know. I just feel like I might be pressuring you into this whole marriage thing and I want to make sure that you really want to do this, before we-"

She didn't get to finish, as Brittany forced her lips against Santana's stopping the rest of the Latina's speech. Her fingers tangled into long black hair and forced Santana's face against her own. She worked a hand through the long locks while her tongue forced deeper into the girl's mouth. She was the one to pull away and stare down a still slightly confused girl.

"Santana, I love you and I need you. If you leave me than I wouldn't be able to survive. I can't even function without you," Brittany replied with a breathy laugh. Santana took the blonde's face in her hands. "You're much stronger than I am, Brittany. You always have been. It's one of the many things I love about you," she replied kissing Brittany's nose. A blush settled over the lighter girls cheeks. "That and you can't resist this body now can you, Santana Marie Lopez?" She demanded grinding her hips into Santana's and feeling that her fiancé was still semi-hard.

A deep throaty moan escaped the Latina's lips and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. "Oh, god, Britt, the things you do to me," she growled, wrapping a hand around the taller girl's waist. A smirk touched Brittany's lips and she continued to grind into the other girl's now rock hard member. "You want me?" She asked, "Do you want me, Santana?" The other girl's eyes shot open and the glint in them was fierce almost predatory. For some reason it only turned Brittany on more so.

The hand that was on Brittany's waist dug into her with claws that Brittany was sure she only imagined. She was so turned on that she had fantasized about Santana having claws and turning into some sort of wolf like creature as she took control of Brittany's body and made the girl her own.

Santana was fighting inside of herself. She wanted to change. She wanted to turn into her wolf form and take Brittany right there and then. To turn the girl into a werewolf like her self and finish the ceremony that would bond them forever. She longed to imprint of Brittany and make her mate for the rest of time. She couldn't though. She couldn't do that. Brittany didn't even know what Santana truly was. If she saw Santana in her true form than no matter what she said at that moment- no matter how much she would deny it- Santana knew that Brittany would leave her. Santana had come to accept that fact. It was a normal reaction if she saw an eight foot tall black, snarling werewolf than anyone would do the same.

"You have no idea how badly I want you. It's driving me insane with the need I feel to be inside of you and to have you ride me until we both can't breath…but I made a promise not only to you but also to myself. I'll make you a deal, Britt-Britt. If I can't hold out until the wedding and I do just so happen to give you the best fuck you have ever had, than whatever you want of me will be yours in a heartbeat, but if I do hold out than I'm going to take you on one of the best honeymoons in your life," she growled. Brittany's eyebrows rose. "And I'll even let you do whatever you want to me if I give in than I'll fuck you as much as you want up to the wedding."

The blonde nodded with a thoughtful expression. "If I win, I want you to stop all of these obnoxious gifts you keep getting me." Santana looked at her confused. "What do you mean obnoxious gifts?" She asked, her brow furrowing in confusion. "The dance studio! This ring! Santana, I don't want you to burn through your money, because of me," the blonde said, rubbing at the Latina's still furrowed brow.

"But you deserve those things. I want you to know just how much you mean to me," Santana argued. Brittany lifted Santana's chin with her index finger. "I know. I know how much I love you; Santana and if your love is anything like my love than we don't need all these expensive gifts. We just need each other." She leaned down and kissed the Latina's love struck expression. It was nothing more than a quick peck on the lips, but it was enough to get Santana hard again.

"You sure are horny today," Brittany purred with a satisfied smirk on her lips. A groan of frustration left the Latina's lips. She somehow managed to get the blonde out of her lap and got up to go to the kitchen. Looking through her fridge she was met with a lot of empty space and an expired jug of milk. Daintily picking up the soured milk container she threw it away. "We should probably order out since I don't have anything in here that could be used to make a decent dinner," she called out to the other girl who now had a sexually frustrated look on her face.

Hopping up from the couch as well, Brittany walked towards Santana and wrapped her arms around the shorter girls waist, looking over her shoulder at the empty refrigerator. She leaned forward and kissed the girl's neck and muttered, "I'll go to the store tomorrow morning." The Latina stiffened beneath her and a light smirk touched the other girl's lips.

Closing the refrigerator, Santana turned around in the girl's arms. She looked up at her and tried to clear her throat of the giant lump that had formed there. She wanted to kiss Brittany more than anything. It burned in every fiber of her being. Those feelings only heightened as she watched a pink tongue poke out to lick even pinker lips. "I want you, San," Brittany whispered, "I want to feel you deep inside me. I want to feel you fucking me until I can't move or breath. I want you to come inside me. To fill me up until it spills out. Please, San. I want you."

It seemed like every time Santana was about to lose her raging hard on, Brittany would say or do something that would make it grow a little more.

"Sorry, Britt- Britt, but I'm not going to have sex with you just yet. Maybe if you would hurry up with those wedding plans we could be making a few holes in that new headboard I just bought." With those words, Santana slipped from the other woman's long arms and made her way to one of the many drawers where she kept all of the take out menus.

There was a frustrated sigh from behind her, but she managed to ignore it. "If you live by yourself than how come your refrigerator's so empty?" Brittany demanded the sexual frustration still clear in her voice. "Mama's cooking and a whole lot of take out. Don't get me wrong. I can cook I just never really had a reason to cook, since it was always just me." Brittany's expression softened considerably as she heard the hidden pain in Santana's voice. No matter what act the Latina put on for everyone else, Brittany knew when her girl was upset by something.

Stepping forward she hugged the Latina from behind and buried her head in the other girl's long black locks. It wasn't a sexual thing it was more so to comfort the shorter girl. Santana leaned back into the touch. "I'm sorry I asked," she whispered kissing the girl's shoulder blade as a sort of peace offering.

She shrugged and turned around to look at the girl. "I have you here now, so we don't have to worry about that anymore. So, pizza or Chinese food?" She asked holding up two menus. A light of excitement filled her eyes and she clapped her hands together. "Oh, San, I've always wanted to eat with chopsticks. Will you teach me?" Santana chuckled and nodded her agreement. A squeal of delight escaped the blonde and her smile began to grow. "And we can snuggle on the couch while we eat and watch a movie."

Santana smiled along with her fiancé. Kissing the girls nose she walked out the room and headed towards the discarded phone. "You pick the movie and I'll call them. Do you know what you want?" She asked. Brittany shrugged. "Order for me. You know what I like."

They both went to their respectable rooms and Santana quickly ordered for them and when she came back she found Brittany sitting on the couch clutching a pillow to her chest and watching Finding Nemo. The movie was just beginning, but Brittany's eyes were huge with fright. "What's wrong?" Santana asked making the other girl jump considerably.

"The big mean fish in this part always scares me, San. Will you hold me?"

Santana slid over the back of the couch and laid down so that her stomach was pressed against the blonde's back. Snuggling into the Latina they both watched as the barracuda on screen tried desperately to eat the clown fish. As the teeth flashed in the dark, Brittany cringed into Santana and the smaller girl's arm tightened around the blonde.

Just as the title came on screen the doorbell rang, making both of the girls jump. Hopping back over the couch Santana quickly answered the door to a pimple-faced teen. She handed him the money and he handed her the food before she slammed the door in his face and raced back to Brittany. Diving back over the couch she landed beside the taller girl and opened the brown paper sack.

"I got you Kung Pow chicken. I hope that's okay," Santana said taking out to stereotypical white Chinese boxes and handed one to Brittany that was her order, before pulling out her own box of beef and broccoli. They sat back in their previous positions and watched the movie. "Are you going to teach me how to work these things?" Brittany asked, fumbling with the two long wooden sticks. Santana chuckled and showed the girl her own chopsticks, which she held with the greatest of ease. "Like this," she whispered, repositioning Brittany's hand so that she too could hold the two sticks.

When Brittany had finally gotten the hang of it they settled into a comfortable silence as they ate their food. "Do you want some?" Brittany asked, holding out the food to Santana's mouth.

With a smile, she accepted the food before offering some of her own to Brittany. The blonde accepted it with a small smile of her own. The rest of the movie was watched in silence and halfway through it Santana found Brittany clinging to her body and had fallen asleep before the credits rolled by. Slowly, Santana managed to work her way out of the girl's arms and stand up to stretch.

"San," Brittany whispered, making the girl freeze. She looked down and saw the other girl cuddling into the pillow that had supported Santana's head through the entire movie. She smiled as the smell of the Latina wafted into her nose and she buried her face deeper into the pillow.

A light smile touched Santana's lips at how cute Brittany looked, hugging the pillow.

Leaning down, Santana easily picked up the blonde and carried her to the extra bedroom and tucked her in. She didn't want to risk changing the girl into her nightclothes. She didn't want to wake her up and lose the peaceful expression that graced the girl's face now. She leaned down kissed the taller girl on the forehead and was about to leave when a howl split the air.

"Shit!" She hissed, before racing out the door and then out of the house.

As soon as she was out view of the house, she dropped down to her knees and threw both hands out in front of herself as she began to fall on her face, so that she stood in a crouch. Fire rippled through her body, but it wasn't painful. It was a nice sensation. Like a friend putting a blanket around you. Black fur sprouted all along her body and continued to grow as her nose extended becoming a snout. Her muscles had grown twice their normal size and she stood there a snarling shaking mass of fur, teeth, and claws. "Well, it took you long enough." Turning to the voice she saw Kurt sitting in a tree about forty feet in the air. "The others have been waiting for you," he said while swinging down to the ground with amazing grace.

Santana gave off a doggish huff as Kurt led her deeper into the woods. Neither of them tried to communicate as they waked. Soon the sound of laughter and other strange voices reached Santana's ears. They both walked on until the trees were completely gone, leading down into a crater like structure with five ledges sticking out of the sides. What Santana had thought to be laughter had actually been a cackle?

Witches zoomed around on broomsticks shooting off fireworks from their fingertips. People with skin as pale as Kurt's walked around with pouches full of dark liquid. Werewolves walked about on all four paws. Some of them chose to walk in a human form but most were in their wolf forms. Foods and smells floated up to Santana's extra sensitive nostrils and her mouth began to water.

Walking past the ledges they came upon a cave. Both of them continued walking as Santana's claws clicked on the stone floor. The cave spiraled down and Santana could barely see, even with her advance eyesight. A light twinkled at the end of the cave and both of them increased their speed, bursting into the light they almost crashed into a rather pale looking woman. She showed her incisors and was about to hiss when she was Kurt and bowed instead.

"Meet us at the top of the cliff in an hour. We all have to give our reports," Kurt said, before disappearing into the crowd. Santana shrugged and continued on through the crowd. Everyone stopped their conversations as she passed, but as soon as she was gone they began to speak in low whispers. "That's her. She's the lesbian that mated with a human. And to think they still allow her to be a leader. To think they still allow her to walk upright."

The whispers meant nothing to her. She walked towards a small group of figures gathered around one person in particular. "Hey, Santana," the elf girl said her voice sounding like birds chirping. Santana allowed the heat to flow out of her and she stood there a five foot five woman.

Now the elves were not like the ones that lived in trees. True they did prefer the woods to the city buildings, but they were quite tall and thin with long hair that fell down their backs and sharp piercing features.

"Hello, Rachel," she said while rolling her muscles out.

She smiled up at the slightly taller girl and held her hand out, palm facing upwards. Taking hold of it, Santana preformed the ritual of greeting that the elves had invented and few beings outside of their own race knew of. "I see that once again you have made quite an impression on our many different races," she aid, speaking in her own language. Santana shrugged. "You can't please everyone, but it doesn't matter what they think. Your friendship is all I ask for." Rachel blushed softly. Her brown eyes sticking out against the red splotches on her cheeks and her straight black hair that fell down her back.

"You know that my people and I stand behind the werewolves and your mating with a human shall bring about new life. We could never harm an infant." They both smiled at the joy in Santana's expression. "Well, aren't you two having an interesting conversation," a menacing voice said. Santana whipped around and came face to face with yet another sharp-faced man. "Hello, Jesse," Rachel said in a tired voice.

This man or as he should be called, this elf had a slight slender frame with dark hair that was much shorter than most of the other elves chose to cut their hair. He had a long scar running down the length of his jaw on the left side.

"What? No bloodsucker friend to stand behind you? Or how about your human mate?" Jesse continued glaring at Santana. He was trying to start a fight. Santana wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. "No, I believe Kurt is off with some of his how you say 'bloodsucker friends' and Brittany is fine." He sneered at her.

"Well, shouldn't you be off sleeping next to her like a good little doggy?" Jesse said his voice growling with menace. Santana's own temper was rising. "I think she can handle herself until morning. I'm needed here. Got to make sure you don't do anything stupid." Jesse took hold of Santana's shirt, his other hand already on his knife.

"Jesse!" Rachel cried.

Santana raised her hand in warning. "Careful, Jesse, you wouldn't want to fight the leader of an entire clan, now would you? I highly doubt that your queen would enjoy my killing you."

Rachel let out a soft gasp, but the effect was enough. Jesse released Santana and stalked off muttering under his breath. "You shouldn't have done that. Now, he's going to look for a reason to challenge you." Santana sighed and ran her fingers her hair. "Come on, I'll get you a bowl of fruit," she said taking Rachel by the elbow and leading her away. "Jesse's words will have no sway with my mother."

Santana gave off a deep chuckle as she handed her a wooden bowl of different fruits, from one of the many stands around them. Grabbing a slab of cooked meat they sat near one of the large bonfires. "It's because my people are animals and you guys love to be close to nature, right?" She made a face at the meat in the Latina's hands. Santana knew as well as anyone around them that the elves did not eat meat. "Nom it's not because of what you are," she said, "It's because of what you do. You don't harm people. You try to help them. I only wish that the vampires would take a page out of your book."

She gave off another deep chuckle. "That'll be the day, when the vampires stop feeding off of humans." They were both laughing when a little boy appeared. "Um, ma'am?" He asked Santana in a shaky voice. Santana turned to the child. It was a small elfish boy with light sandy blonde hair that barely brushed his shoulders.

"Lord Kurt asked me to come and retrieve you. It's time for you to give your repot with the other leaders." She nodded and indicated for the little elf to lead the way as she and Rachel followed behind him. They moved swiftly through the crowd towards the five rock ledges that served as standing places above the crowd below. The different races began to gather around their leader's ledge.

"People of different clans and races," Kurt began from where he stood to the right of Santana. The crowd below fell silent as he spoke of how the witches helped the vampires with the blood issues and that the hunting was good. As Kurt talked Santana took the time to examine the other leaders.

Shelby, Rachel's mother and Queen of the Elves. She had the same hair and brown eyes as her daughter and one could easily see where Rachel got her looks.

Standing directly across from her was Mercedes, leader of the witches. She was a rather plump African American woman with long brown hair that fell around her shoulders. She looked like she couldn't be past the age of twenty-one, but Santana knew better. Mercedes was over three hundred years old, but by witches standards she was still rather young.

Finally her eyes fell on Kurt. Her once best friend. Before either of them had been made clan leader, Santana had hung out with Kurt when they were kids than Puck and Quinn had joined their little group. Kurt had no knowledge of the world that his other friends had been born into, for he had not yet been turned into a vampire. This was back in a time when Santana's parents had been clan leaders and Puck and Quinn's parents had been part of their pack.

Kurt had been attacked one night after he had spent the day hanging out at Santana's house. It was a drunken vampire who had gotten a high off of blood and decided to change the poor unsuspecting boy. Bada Bing. Bada Boom. Kurt was a vampire and he was a pissed one. As soon as he had awoken from the attack he had raced back to Santana's house only to find it empty. With his new super senses he managed to find Santana, Quinn, and Puck just as they were running off into the woods. Three teenage wolves. Kurt had been so angry that he had attempted to strangle Puck and had broken several of Santana's ribs, while he crushed Quinn beneath his feet.

He had been so angry with his friends for with holding such a vital piece of their lives. After several months of anger Kurt had forgiven them, but their relationship had never really been the same. Santana had gotten Kurt accepted into the clan that he now ruled over and Quinn had helped him get his new blood drinking life under control. They all felt the sorrow of the loss friendship, but they had learned to live with it and starting a war between two clans was in no ones best interest.

Kurt had one of the biggest clans. Santana's and Mercedes only matched his clan. The reason for Kurt's clan to have such an abundant number of members was for the massive war that had occurred. The vampires had gone out looking for new recruits. That was when the law had been placed down. Even with all the executions they had to do to keep the vampire population under control it was still a vast number. They didn't just randomly kill off vampires. As they got older the vampire's appetite grew. It became so uncontrollable that they no longer knew who they were or what they were doing. That was the only reason Kurt's clan had so many members.

Santana's clan came in second place, for population. What with being a werewolf her people never died, and they never grew old. Whatever age they were when they first turned was the way they looked for the rest of their immortal lives.

Mercedes came in third. Long before even Mercedes was born the elders of her clan had seen that the mortals were going to drive her clan into extinction. In order to do this all witches had gone into mass production. The witches and warlocks had gone out and mated with anyone they could find. Witches were popping up everywhere and attempt of witch killings could even dent their gigantic population.

"Now, I think it's the werewolves turn to speak." There was a great uproar of applause, howls and cackles from below. As soon as the applause had died down, Santana threw back her head and let out an inhuman howl. The ground shook with the amount of applause she got. When they finally settled down she said, "The werewolves have good news to report. Just last week a few of our members offered to aid the elves in growing more of their plants as well as helping the witches to collect more herbs and other such items they needed for their potions." There were many howls as well as cackles and applause. "We really don't have any concerns. Things have been peaceful. I guess that's all." The applause was deafening. Even though her speech was weak, everyone knew about her extra appendage and many of each race had tried more than once to bed her. Out of all the leasers Santana was by far the best liked.

When it was Shelby's turn to speak Santana couldn't really pay attention. Down below she saw Jesse take hold of Rachel and tried to pull her away. That's when Quinn appeared, ripping Jesse away from Rachel, she looked up at Santana and gave him a wink before leading Rachel off to one of the bonfires.

By the time she turned back towards the other leaders, everyone had grown silent. She wondered if she had growled out loud by accident, but then Shelby spoke again.

"Distinguished individuals, I am sorry to say that there was an attack upon one poor unsuspecting human in recent days. My esteemed member found her mangled body in an abandoned warehouse along with six other bodies all of them completely drained of blood." There was an uproar from down below. All of the leaders turned to Kurt and a snarl ripped through Santana.

"Silence!" Kurt yelled while banging his foot against the rock ledge. "Do you know who it was that committed these crimes?" He asked his face staying impassive as the noise level died down. Shelby nodded. "I do. My member managed to see the vampires that committed such horrible acts." Here she paused and drew in a deep breath, before saying, "Henry, Pauly, and Victoria."

Uproar broke out again. The three vampires who's names had been called tried to scatter, but were met by a wall of al the different races. "You two," Kurt said snapping his fingers at two muscly vampires. "Seize them! They will be held for trial by the leaders!" There was a lot of hissing and yelling as the convicted vampires were dragged away. Finally it was Mercedes' turn. Her expression was one of anger. "The witches have nothing of greater importance to bring to this meeting. All we have to say is that we have found a cure to yet another disease that we shall be sharing with the mortals through the connections we have to their hospitals."

She nodded towards the others that she was done. All four of them raised their hands up to the sky and said together, "The meeting is over, and let us all go in peace and live with mortals without causing them fatal harm."

The clans below said, "Peace." Before going off in little groups to speak to each other. Everyone standing on the ledges turned to Kurt. Santana was the first to speak. "We shall meet in the cave below." They all nodded in agreement before departing. Santana made her way back towards Rachel and Quinn, where they still sat at the fireside.

They both sat with their heads bent close together speaking in a whisper when they saw her walking towards them. She raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment She merely sat beside them and continued to eat her meat. Now that the meeting was over some of the members had drifted off. Either going home or off to hunt in the werewolves and vampires cases.

Quinn slapped Santana on the back and said, "Come on, S. Things will get better. We just got to muscle our way through it." A small smile touched Santana's lips as Quinn said her old motto.

When they had been younger Santana had always said that to the blonde girl before her.

"I can't stay long, but you two should head home. I don't want anything to happen to either of you," she said to Rachel and Quinn. The blonde nodded, but Rachel's face seemed to darken at her words. She didn't object though. Only turned and left.

In their pack, Santana was of course the alpha or leader, and Quinn was her second in command or beta. If anything happened to Santana, Quinn would take over.

Turning she jogged through the hold in the stone that was big enough for a bus to pull into. The cave was dark, but that didn't matter, Santana could see in places much darker than this.

The three vampires sat with their backs to each other and two of the four leaders standing around them. Shelby and Mercedes. Rushing forward Santana took her place between them both. The girl, Victoria, was quietly sobbing as she waited for her punishment. No one else spoke, so her crying was echoed even louder.

"Where the hell is Kurt?" Santana exploded. "Doesn't he care about is own people?" Shelby patted her arm trying to calm the Latina down, while Mercedes just shook her head in wonder.

"I'm here!" Kurt's voice called down the tunnel. "Okay, we can start the ting, I'm here." The others glared at him and Santana let loose a growl at his insolence as he took his spot next to Mercedes. Turning to the vampires before them Santana said, "You three have been accused of committing an inexcusable act. How do you plead?" Victoria shrank away from Santana's booming voice. "Bite me, dog," Pauly spat between his teeth.

Santana did not react to the insult and merely continued with the trial. "I'll take that as guilty. You all have murdered seven human beings after so taking the oath to never kill a mortal ever. Do you deny this?" None of them spoke. The only noise was Victoria's continued sobbing. Henry had a cool expression on his face as if he knew of his fate and had accepted it. Pauly continued to glare up at them and Victoria was just a mess. "You have been given a license to feed, yes?" Mercedes asked.

Henry nodded solemnly while Pauly cursed loudly. "Then why would you murder not just one, but seven humans? What is your reason for doing such a thing?" Victoria sobbed louder Henry turned towards Mercedes and said, "We were greedy and selfish, and we deserve to be punished." Pauly's head whipped towards Henry. "Shut up, you idiot! They can't prove anything!" Shelby stepped forward and said, "We can prove it was you-"

Pauly didn't allow her to finish. Using the super human speed that all vampires and werewolves possessed he was inches away from her when he was suddenly on the opposite side of the cave with Santana holding him there. "Don't ever touch a leader, you stupid leech," she hissed in his ear. Mercedes appeared at her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. "That's enough, S. We don't want to kill them yet," she said. Santana shrugged her hand off as she walked back toward her spot in the semi circle.

Shelby shot her a thankful glance. Santana gave no sign that she had seen her thanks, but instead turned her anger upon the now seated Pauly. "We can prove it was you, and we know that you are under a serious violation, the punishment of which is death. Victoria's crying finally stopped and she wiped her nose on her sleeve before saying, "Leave Henry out of this. He only went with us after we killed the people. Not one drop of their blood touched his lips." Henry turned to her and said, "Stop it, V. If you're going to be punished then so am I."

"If what you say is true than Henry's punishment will not be as severe. He will have be charged with withholding information from his superiors." Victoria nodded with a far away, but happy look on her face as Henry became frantic.

Santana turned to Kurt. "We will decide their fate later, for now they will be held here with one member from each clan. We will send new members every two hours." Kurt nodded at her words, but did not look at her. Taking in a deep breath Santana let out a low howl that only a werewolf could have heard. In a matter of seconds Puck appeared. Since Quinn had gone home he was the next one to call.

"Puck, find someone to guard over these convicted vampires. I don't want you to do it, because I need you ready for anything else that happens today." He nodded and bowed, before dashing off again. The others began to walk out of the cave with Santana bringing up the rear. As they walked out she could hear Henry talking to Victoria in a hushed whisper. "Why would you do that? I'd rather die than spend a second without you." Pauly snarled at his words. "I'd rather die than let anyone ever hurt you. And I could never have you hurt because of me. You're innocent," Victoria said and Santana couldn't help but think of Brittany sitting at home in her bed.

A smile touched her lips as she stepped outside. David, a big burly man stood before her waiting for instructions. He was tall and very muscular with short hair and a rather sad expression on his face. "Guard the vampires in this cave and don't allow any of them to escape." He nodded and Santana clapped him on the shoulder, before following the others down into a large tent that had specifically built for the leaders.

Shelby stood by the door waiting for everyone to walk in, before she waved her hands across the flap and muttered some words in her own language that Santana barely understood. It was something along the lines of; "Allow us to speak without being overheard."

Santana was sure that it was a spell. Taking a seat around the table that sat in the middle of the tent, Santana accepted the tea that Mercedes offered her. She took tentative sip and was instantly filled with warmth. "What do you suppose we do?" Mercedes asked in a weary voice. "How 'bout we just slap their wrists and send them home," Kurt said. Shelby snarled, "They killed seven people! They deserve to die!" A hiss cut through Kurt's throat causing the hairs on the back of Santana's neck to rise.

"You would look for any excuse to get a few more of my coven killed." Shelby's hand twitched and Santana knew she was fighting the magic that longed to cripple Kurt with pain. "We are not going to allow anyone to get away with killing innocent people," she hissed back at him.

Mercedes and Santana sat there quietly sipping their tea. Hopping up from her seat Santana stood between the two angry figures. "Look at you two. Howling like a pair of alley cats. When your clans elected you to be their leaders they chose you because they thought you could lead them to victory and peace. Not a fight that will only end in war and sadness. Now, both of you sit down and let's discuss this!" Both of them glared at her, but sat down. Santana stayed standing and glared down the table at them all.

"Now, in my heart I wish I could save those two, but the law is the law and we cannot allow them to live. The situation might not have been as bad if it had only been one human, but they killed seven. That's more than the average American family. I'm sorry Kurt, but we must kill them."

He glared down at the table to avoid anyone else's eyes. "To make things fair, why don't we take a vote upon this," Mercedes asked. Shelby nodded in agreement. "All those in favor of killing the convicted?" Three two hands went up in the air. "I'm sorry, Kurt," Santana said, but Kurt wasn't looking at her. He was glaring down the table at Mercedes. "All those opposed?" Kurt's hand was the only one in the air. His glare darkened even more.

"We will hold them in the cave until we see to their execution," Shelby said. Santana's face fell a little more. She didn't want to kill any of Kurt's clan. It would only put a bigger strain on their friendship.

"I think it's about time that we head home," she whispered.

"Yes, I would dare say that I head back to the city," Shelby said with a slight smile on her face.

Santana quickly walked over to David. "When you get tired send for someone to take your place. Don't be touch. I want you to get your sleep." The bigger man rolled his eyes. "Yes, mom."

She rolled her eyes, but let it slide. Morphing into her wolf from she took off for her house. Even though it took seconds, it felt like hours for Santana, she was so tired that she could barely see straight. Her muscles began to quiver and her throat and nose were dry as sandpaper. Not a good sign.

Just as she reached the house she took a few steps out of the woods when she collapsed. Something was wrong. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. No sound came from her mouth. She was all alone. Water. She needed water. Her throat was on fire and there was nothing she could do about it. She was going to die. In her mind she said goodbye to Brittany and prayed that someone would watch over her.

There was only one thing that could that could save her life now. Pulling in all the resources of her energy she forced her muzzle skyward and howled. It was a death howl signaling their leader was at an end. She only prayed that Quinn was home.

Movement to the right caught her attention and she dragged her head back to the soft ground. The shadow moved again this time accompanied by a stench. It was too much for Santana's nose to handle and she longed to back into her human form. Instead a snarl swept from her throat.

"Still fighting, I see," the vampire said as he drew closer. The moonlight hit his face and she saw Sebastian, one of Kurt's most loyal clan mates. "Did you really think that after you killed them that everything would go back to normal? They are only the beginning. Soon they will be free, but then again you won't live long enough to see any of that," he continued while taking a few careful steps forward. Santana found it within herself to morph back into her human form. "What the hell are you talking about? Why can't I move?" She snarled between clenched teeth.

"Oh, do you like it? It's one of our new inventions. It works really well on werewolves. Lots of fur and with your healing abilities I bet your skin just swallowed it whole," he talked more so to himself that to her. "What are you talking about, you crazy psycho vamp?" She just about screamed.

Sebastian shook his head as if to clear it and looked down at her again.

"A chip we planted in you. Now, we couldn't have the leader of the werewolves running around. What if you were to catch wind of what we were doing? So, we invented that microchip inside of you. It leaves the barer paralyzed." Santana opened her mouth to respond, but closed it again as the sound of paws hitting the ground followed closely by a pair of feet. A small smile cracked her dry lips and a drop of blood trickled out.

Sebastian stopped laughing and looked down at the blood, a ravenous expression on his face. "There's one little thing you forgot," she said. She could hear the others approaching, but Sebastian couldn't look away from the blood on Santana's lip. "And what would that be?" He asked, taking another step forward as if in a trance.

"A good leader always has back up."

Sebastian pounced but before he could reach her, he was thrown to the ground by a large silver form. Both figures went rolling across the ground. And than Rachel was at her side. She ran her fingers along Santana's rib cage, until she found what she was looking for. With a sharp pull Santana felt her skin split. Sebastian and Quinn had disappeared into the woods and Santana quickly got up, ready to go after them. Then she remembered Rachel.

"Go inside and wait for us," she commanded. She grabbed the Latina's arm and for a second Santana thought that the smaller girl was going to argue with her, but she only said, "May the spirits protect you."

With a nod they both went their separate ways. She heard a yelp of pain from the right and Santana took off running after the sound. As she entered the clearing she saw Quinn being thrown into a small boulder. Fury engulfed Santana and her vision turned red. A roar ripped through her frame as she burst through the trees and raced towards Sebastian.

Jumping through the air she landed on top of him and before the vampire could move she had bit down into his neck. Sebastian let off one last horrible scream before he became still. Stepping away from the still body, she ran over to Quinn who was already in her human form.

She saw the steady rise and fall of the blonde's chest. When Santana reached out to pick her up, Quinn yelped in pain. "Don't worry, buddy. I'm going to get you home," she whispered, before gritting her teeth and picking the blonde up. The howl that Quinn let loose was enough to make anyone cringe. As the sound faded Santana let out a deep breath before running back toward her house.

Every time Santana jumped over a large rock or moved Quinn's body the blonde girl in her arms let off a deep whimper.

"Hold on. We're almost there," Santana said over and over again. They finally burst through the trees and Santana raced up the front steps and into the living room, where Rachel sat. As soon as she saw Quinn she was up and over to them, helping Santana lay the injured girl out on the couch. Santana didn't dare try and take the girl upstairs.

When Quinn was finally on the couch Rachel turned to Santana with fear and unspoken questions shinning in her eyes.

"When I finally caught up with them I saw him being thrown across the clearing. There was nothing I could do." Rachel look at Quinn than back at Santana with each turn her expression became even angrier. "Rachel, I will do everything I can for her, but she's been hurt pretty badly."

She didn't seem to hear Santana's words and simply walked past the Latina and towards the blonde. "Quinnie? Baby, if you can hear me, just know that I'm here for you. You're going to get through this."

If Rachel's mother had been there to hear such words spoken to a werewolf by her daughter she would have been furious. Even if she was friendly towards Santana's clan. Her mother did not believe in mating outside of your own clan even though it wad done in secrecy all the time. Santana knew of this of course seeing as she was about to marry a mortal. If she so chose, Santana could bite Brittany forever making her immortal and a werewolf, but how would she explain that to the poor girl.

Yeah so you know how I have a penis… well I'm a werewolf and when I bit your neck I turned you into one. So, now we're going to spend the rest of our lives together and you're going to raise my mutant pup babies. Oh, by the way I'm the leader of an entire army of werewolves just so you know. Yeah that would go over real well.

Walking over to Rachel, Santana placed a hand on her shoulder. Quinn looked peaceful lying on the couch and so Santana figured she would be fine long enough for her to take Rachel home. She led the smaller girl outside before shifting into her wolf form, she indicated for Rachel to get onto her back, even though elves were almost as fast as werewolves. She climbed on and they ran in silence.

Santana cut through the woods easily. The weak branches were no match for her big, black wolf form. Though clan leaders did not control were their members lived- though most chose to live in the big house along with their leaders or close by- the elves chose to live together in the forest built city. Soon they saw lamplight floating in the trees-, which was really just fireflies, swarmed around one spot. Santana was not concerned. She was openly welcome in the elfish villages and cities.

She had been her so many times that she knew the difference between Holly's house and Sam's. As they entered the city, Santana slowed down to a trot and a pair of green eyes peered out of one of the many holes at the top of the trees and the forest was alive with movement. Children of all ages came pouring out of their tree made houses. It had always baffled Santana at how many of them could fit into such a small space Apparently, they used some sort of spell that made the trees expand, so even Santana could fit inside.

"Hooray, Madam Santana has returned," the children cheered in elfish.

Rachel slid off of the black wolf just as the children tackled her. They rubbed Santana's belly and climbed all over her. On looking parents and adults just smiled at the scene. They knew that Santana would never hurt a child.

Shelby appeared suddenly and pulled Rachel into her arms. Santana could hear every word they said even though Shelby spoke in a low tone. "Where were you? I had everyone out searching for you when you didn't come home." Rachel stared at her mother numbly. Santana understood what she was going through. Shock at the sight of seeing Quinn with almost all of her bones broken.

It was worse for her, because Quinn had imprinted on her. In other words it was love at first sight. Kind of like what Santana had done with Brittany, only Quinn and Rachel's love interest was forbidden, while Santana and Brittany's was frown upon.

Even though they had no control over their emotions. "I'm talking to you. Have you lost your mind?" She grabbed Rachel's arm and began to lead her away to the biggest tree of them all, that only the Queen and her family lived in.

Santana got up and gently shook off the little children's hands. She scrambled after them and shifted back into her human form, walking down the long hallways full of stone pallets with pictures painted on them with the juice from the plants they grew in the gardens surrounding the city.

She paced towards the throne room where she knew Shelby would take Rachel to yell at her. Santana at least had to explain what happened. In her state of shock Rachel might say something stupid and get herself in even more trouble. She heard them before she saw them.

"Where were you? Why did Santana have to bring you home? Rachel Berry, you answer me at once."

Santana opened the door and said; "I think I can explain a little better than she can." Shelby started at the sight of her, but Rachel just turned as if in some sort of trance that only the sight of Quinn happy and well again would cure. "See, I was walking home when I fell down. I couldn't move and I couldn't breath. Sebastian came out of the bushes and said something about planting a microchip on me that made me weak. He said that he was sent to kill that the three vampires we condemned and me were just the beginning. If Rachel and Quinn hadn't been walking by on their way over to the palace, I wouldn't be standing before you right now."

Shelby stared at her, before saying," I see. Well, we'll have to confront Kurt immediately," she said trying to regain her composer. Santana shook her head. "Without proof? We must wait. Play our cards right and catch them in the act." She nodded realizing that the Latina's words were true.

"But before we get into that I was hoping to have counsel with you privately. There are certain matters we must discuss," Santana continued. Shelby looked deep into the younger girl's eyes, before clapping twice. Almost instantly two big, buff elf men appeared in the room, both of them kneeling at Shelby's feet. "You two shall escort my daughter to her chambers where she shall stay for the rest of the night."

Under normal circumstances Santana would think this punishment to be a bit harsh, but she knew that Rachel wouldn't leave anyways. Before she left the hall, Rachel glanced back at the Latina her thoughts could easily be read upon her face; keep Quinn safe.

She nodded to the shorter girl and Rachel allowed the two men to lead her out. The heavy oak door slammed closed and a ringing silence was left.

"Now, Santana, what ever could be so important that you would need to speak to me alone?" Santana took in a deep breath before saying, "I do believe that there is a poison set inside of Kurt's clan that is spreading through his people like wild fire. We have to do more than just alert Kurt of this infestation. You know as well as I that in the past we have warned him of such things and he has shrugged them off as just paranoia. We have to stop them before the vampires overrun every race in the world."

Shelby listened intently to Santana's words, her face expressionless.

"The time has come to rise up and destroy the very thing that plagues Kurt's clan. I can't do this without you, and the other clans. Will you watch my back? Will you be my eyes and ears? My arms and legs?" She had gone from a standing position to one knee. She looked up at the older woman and Shelby nodded slowly. "I will be your eyes and ears. Your arms and legs, Santana Lopez. I will watch your back," she replied with a solemn expression.

"Later today we must give Kurt at least one more chance to come to his senses, before we begin to make a game plan," she said.

Santana could see thoughts racing through the other woman's head no matter how much she tried to hide it behind her stony expression. The Latina stood and looked at Shelby. "I beg your pardon, Shelby, but I must go. I have to meet someone." The older woman gave her a knowing smile before clapping her fist over her heart, before Santana dashed out the door and out onto the grassy sidewalk.

The children and parents had disappeared so there was nothing to stop Santana from morphing. She raced out of the city and back through the woods. As she ran Santana thought of Brittany. How was she going to explain her reason for disappearing in the middle of the night? She was going to be so mad when Santana got home. It was well past seven and Santana knew that Brittany always got up at five o'clock.

She finally reached the edge of the woods and morphed back. Jogging the rest of the distance she burst through the door and saw Quinn sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Hey, there, S," she called out as Santana eyed her suspiciously.

"How the hell are you sitting up already? I couldn't possibly have been gone that long." She glanced at the top on top of the TV.

9:30! It screamed at her in big red numbers.

"Shit!" She hissed turning and about to head up the stairs when she saw another head of blonde hair sitting at her kitchen table. Stepping into the kitchen she looked down at the blonde who was sipping coffee and reading the funnies from the Sunday newspaper.

If she hadn't been worried that her girlfriend was mad at her, Santana might have laughed at how adorable the taller girl looked.

"Hey, baby," she said tentatively as she drew closer to her fiancé.

Brittany looked up at her with piercing blue eyes, but she quickly returned them to the paper.

Taking the seat across from her, Santana still looked at her until Brittany folded the paper over and looked back at the Latina.

"Were you out with another girl?" She asked.

Santana's jaw dropped. She quickly getting up she walked around to the other side of the table and got down on one knee so that she was level with the blonde's face.

"Britt, I would never cheat on you. There's no one else in the world that I would rather be with. How can you even ask me that?" She demanded. The blonde looked down into Santana's eyes and saw the pain the girl felt at the accusation. With a sigh she took Santana's face into her hands. "I'm sorry, baby. I just saw Quinn here and she didn't know where you were either so I just assumed…"

Santana's eyes filled with anger. "So, you assumed that I was out cheating on you?" She demanded. Brittany tried to kiss the Latina, but Santana jerked away.

"San, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by that. I just…I don't want to share you with anyone else. The thought of it makes me sick and when you weren't laying there beside me when I woke up after the movie we watched I thought that I meant nothing to you." Santana kissed the blonde's nose. "Britt-Britt, you mean everything to me. Without you I'm nothing. You are seriously the only thing that completes me."

Brittany leaned in and kissed Santana passionately.

"You guys are sickly sweet!" Quinn called at them.

"Shut up, asshole, you're ruining the moment!" Santana snarled, pulling away from her lover to yell over her shoulder at the other blonde. There was a chuckle and Santana let off a menacing snarl. Brittany kissed the brunette's nose, before standing.

A whimper left Santana's mouth as she watched the taller blonde girl walk away. At the doorway, Brittany turned and jerked her head, telling the Latina to follow her. In her haste to follow, Santana slipped a little and fell before regaining her balance and quickly following after the blonde. She could hear Quinn snickering from the couch and when Brittany wasn't looking she grabbed the phone book off the tableside and chunked it at the girl.

"OW! Damn it, Santana! That hurt!" She yelled back at the brunette as they walked upstairs. "You don't like it, get out! And quit cussing in front of my woman!" Santana yelled back as they walked into the guest room that Brittany had slept in the night before.

As soon as they were inside Brittany shoved Santana against the closed door. Her hand went under Santana's shirt and began running a hand over the shorter girl's abs.

"I was very disappointed when I woke up and found out that you weren't there with me," she growled in the Latina's ear. A shiver ran through Santana as she felt Brittany's hot breath on her ear. Her friend below twitched in menace ready to betray the brunette more than her slight shudder already had.

Trying to stay as calm as possible, Santana finally managed to say, "I'm sorry, baby, there was some business I needed to take care of." Brittany managed to get Santana's hands up over her head and she began to kiss her lover's neck. "What kind of business?" She asked punctuating each word with a kiss. She ended the sentence by sucking on the Latina's pressure point.

A throaty moan left the poor girl's lips before she could check herself. Brittany finally eased up enough for Santana to answer.

"It's nothing just some people I had to talk to. Make sure that everything worked out okay." Santana hated lying to Brittany, but until the blonde knew about her big secret then the less she knew the better. Brittany hummed against Santana's pulse point, driving the Latina insane.

"So, why is Quinn here? Did you guys have a sleepover without inviting me?" She demanded with a nip to Santana's still sensitive skin. The Latina was now withering against the blonde's grasp. Even though Santana had super strength, she didn't want to hurt the taller girl by breaking free. But with all this tormenting that Brittany was doing, she was finding it harder and harder not to just throw the taller girl on the bed and to really crease the sheets.

"What? Without you, baby? Never!" Santana gasped out as her lover soothed over the bite marks with her tongue.

Brittany's kisses trailed back up to Santana's jaw. "Than what's she doing here?" She demanded and Santana could detect a hint of jealousy in her fiancé's voice.

Pulling back she looked up at the taller blonde. "Wait, baby, are you jealous of Quinn?" She asked, trying to hide her smirk from her lover. Brittany's brow was pulled down in a scowl. "I don't know, why don't you go ask your new best friend Quinn!" She snapped, before stomping over to the bed and sitting down with a huff. Santana's eyebrows shot up at her fiancé's temper tantrum. She waited a few seconds before following the blonde over to the bed.

"You've really taken this whole jealousy thing to new proportions," she whispered. Brittany turned her glare onto Santana. Though the blonde was mad at her, Santana couldn't help but find the expression sexy. She liked mad Britt.

"I don't like having to share you," she growled. Santana chuckled lightly, before growing serious. "I don't like it either, Britt-Britt, but soon I'm going to have to do it with a bunch of little kids everyday. Besides, Quinn and me are just friends. It's not like I'm going to fuck her and now. She's got Berry for that."

Brittany seemed to have calmed down a little bit, by Santana's words. "She likes Rachel?" She finally asked with a thoughtful expression on her face. Another chuckle left Santana. "Yeah it's ridiculous. Don't say anything about her or you won't get Quinn to shut up about her. That girl is seriously in love with the hobbit," Santana growled.

"I heard that, you dick!" Quinn yelled from downstairs, making both of the girls giggle. Hopping up, Santana extended her hand out to Brittany in a rather theatrical way. With a roll of her eyes, Brittany accepted the Latina's extended hand. They walked down the stairs and saw that Quinn still hadn't moved from her spot on the couch. She still wore a glare though most likely from the conversation she had heard taking place upstairs.

Both of the girls ignored the aggravated blonde and took the other two open seats with Brittany sitting right next to her. They all turned their attention to the TV that had been turned to Spike TV.

"God, Q, could you be anymore butch?" Santana asked with a roll of her eyes as 1,000 Ways To Die came on. As the beginning rolled by Brittany snuggled into Santana and cringed into her as the man on screen died from a pole getting stuck into his chest. She buried her face into Santana's shirt to avoid looking at the man's gruesome death. Stroking the taller girl's hair, Santana picked up the remote and flipped it over to Nickelodeon. My Little Pony was on and Brittany immediately sat up.

Quinn looked like she was going to argue, but a quick, deep snarl from Santana quieted all complaints and the shorter blonde sat back in the couch with a huff as Santana watched Brittany and Brittany watched the colorful creatures on the TV race around each other.

"What exactly is the point of this show?" Quinn hissed too low for Brittany to hear, even though she was sitting right next to her. "I think it's suppose to be fun," Santana replied with a chuckle. Brittany looked over at the Latina. "What's so funny?" She asked with an adorably confused expression on her face. Santana shook her head. "It's nothing." Brittany's brow furrowed even more.

Leaning in Santana kissed her fiancé's brow. "Where would you like to today?" She asked. The dancer put one finger to her chin with a thoughtful expression on her face. After a few moments a grin spread across her face. "I want to go to the woods," she finally concluded with a clap with her hands.

Santana and Quinn both immediately stiffened.

"We can go on a nature hike and everything," Brittany continued, oblivious to the other's discomfort.

After clearing her throat a few times, Santana managed to say, "I don't think that's such a good idea, Britt-Britt." The tall girl's face fell slightly. "Please, San," she begged. In those two words Santana's mind was made up for her. She couldn't resist the blonde's begging.

"Fine, but there's a few things I need to get." She cheered and wrapped her arms around the Latina smothering the shorter girl in kisses.

Quinn's jaw was set and Santana could already tell that she did not approve of her taking Brittany into the woods. Santana couldn't say that she agreed with it herself, but she figured as long as she was with her than she could keep her safe. Moving Brittany back into her original position she walked back into the kitchen and pulled out a large picnic basket. Walking over to the fridge she looked inside and found it full again. She took out all the ingredients to make sandwiches among other things.

Brittany talked animatedly with Quinn until Santana was ready. Sneaking up behind her blonde lover, Santana wrapped a cloth around her eyes and slowly walked her out towards the back door, the picnic basket and blanket tucked under her arm.

"Keep watch," she muttered at Quinn- too low for Brittany to hear. She scooped the taller girl up into her arms and took off running. Brittany let off a soft gasp at the sudden rush of wind on her face. Santana smirked to herself, glad that she had put the blindfold on the blonde. When they reached a small clearing she stopped, set Brittany down in the middle of the meadow and threw down the blanket while preparing the food. Brittany sat there quietly humming to herself. When finished, she reached over and untied the blindfold. Brittany blinked at the sudden light before she took in the meal that Santana had prepared for them.

Then she was hugging the Latina. "San, this is perfect! Oh, how did you even find such a beautiful place? And you made a picnic!" She continued to gush and Santana's cheeks grew hotter. She pulled back to look at the blushing girl. A single tear rolled down the blonde's face. She quickly wiped it away and sat up to her fullest height, but Brittany was faster than she expected.

Brittany had her legs wrapped around Santana's waist and she fell backwards in surprise as she grabbed the Latina's face and began to kiss her. She fell down on top of the still surprised girl with her lips wrapped around Santana's as they lay there with Santana's arms wrapped around her waist. Brittany slowly moved her hands away from Santana's face and down towards her shirt. She tried to pull it up over her lover's head, but Santana stopped her with one hand.

"There will be plenty of time for that after the wedding when we're on our honeymoon." Even though Brittany was still sexually frustrated, she managed to giggle and Santana found that absolutely adorable.

"This is perfect, San. Absolutely perfect." They turned back towards the picnic and ate with joy shimmering in the air. When they were both satisfied, Santana laid out across the blanket and Brittany laid on top of her, with her head resting on the Latina's chest. "Are you ready to head back?" She asked the blonde. Brittany shook her head and laid it back down on her chest. Santana sighed deeply and they lay there watching the day go by, until Santana's heavy eyelids dropped down and she fell asleep.

"San, we got to go," Brittany said again. Santana's eyes shot open and she looked around them. It was dark and there were no birds chirping and lovely little squirrels that had run through the trees earlier had now gone into hiding. She instantly jumped up and stood in a crouch over the blonde.

She knew they were there watching them. Waiting for her to venture into the woods with her bride to be.

Brittany stared up Santana with pure fear shining in her eyes. It hurt Santana worse than anything else in the world. "Brittany, I need you to stay close to me," she said between clenched teeth. She just stared up at her with the same look of fear. Then Santana heard them. The pounding of paws against the ground followed closely by two sets of running feet.

Her friends were coming, but Santana still didn't relax her crouched form. Then they appeared. They stepped out of the woods with inhuman grace. Their eyes were pitch black, their faces an ashen gray, and they had two rather large incisors sticking out of their upper lip. A snarl so great and mighty that it shook both Santana and Brittany, emitted from the Latina as she stared the vampires down. There were only four of them, but her friends had yet to arrive.

"Why, hello, Santana," the lead vampire said, his voice an alluring purr. "It's been what six hours since you last fought a vampire? Is this going to become a habit of yours?" Brittany's eyes widened as she listened to the man's words. "Alex, we have don't want to hurt you, so why don't you and your little friends turn around and go back home." Santana said trying to keep her voice calm, so that she wouldn't faze right in top of Brittany. One of the vampires took a menacing step forward and Santana ground in response, but Alex stopped him before he could go any farther.

"Even with your friends you won't be able to defeat us. We out match you," he said, his voice directed at Santana. Her friends could now be heard approaching.

She knew who was coming; Quinn, Rachel, Puck. Quinn must have gotten worried when Santana and Brittany didn't return. She would naturally go check on Rachel. Brittany was still frozen with fear at the sight of the strange people and the shaking form of her fiancé, but she didn't say anything.

Then they broke through the trees. All of her friends stood in a line at the end of the meadow. They stared at the scene in front of them for her seconds, before they all deliberately stepped forward to stand behind Santana. Quinn still in her wolf form was the closest and Brittany could see every detail of the long silver werewolf. Rachel stood on Santana's left and she quickly pulled Brittany close to her side.

"Take her away from here! Protect her! Go! Now!" Santana barked, before fur exploded around her body and she stood as a large black werewolf.

Brittany saw this and her mouth fell wide open, before Rachel swept her away. Two of the vampires broke off and tried to follow them, but Puck jumped in front of them. He danced around them and Santana saw that he had a rope in his hands. She already knew that it was made of centaur hair. Something that not even a werewolf or vampire could break through.

While Puck was on the defense, Santana and Quinn took on the offense. Both of them took on the two vampires charging at them. There was a fire burning in Quinn's eyes that was only intensified in Santana's. They were like a family and they understood each other enough to know that if they didn't stop this attack immediately than not only would they die, but so would Brittany and Rachel.

The lead vampire came sprinting at Santana and they did the dance of death. Quinn was fighting just as fiercely as Santana and in a matter of seconds they had killed all of their enemies, before turning to help Puck. He had managed to injure one of the vampires, but he wasn't in his wolf form and so his teeth could not actually kill the vampires.

Santana stepped towards the two vampires that were now wrapped in the rope and she looked the girl deep in the eyes. She cowered under, the Latina's intense gaze. In her mental link she heard Quinn say, Easy, S, you're not thinking clearly. You should try and get some more information out of them before we kill them. Santana could see the logic in what Quinn was saying, but these vampires had tried to hurt Brittany and just the thought of that made her want to kill them. Before Santana could do anything Quinn phased and walked up to one of the vampires and squatted down.

"Who are you?" She asked the girl in a nice calm voice. The vampire tried to lunge at Quinn but was pulled back by the rope. She sat there spitting profanities at her in a great abundance. A deep snarl from Santana quickly quieted her and Quinn began again. "You have no right to attack a leader or her mate. Now, I would like to ask you again…Who are you?" The vampire opened her mouth again, anger shinning in her eyes, but on look from Santana seemed to make her choose her next words carefully. "I am Jessica, if you must know." The male sitting with his back to her hissed in disapproval. "Okay, Jessica, I'm glad that you're going to cooperate with us. Why would you want to attack the werewolf Queen and her mate? Surely, she had none you no harm," Quinn continued as Puck and Santana circled the vampires.

Santana had to keep a safe distance from them in order to fight the temptation of killing at least one of them. Jessica chuckled darkly at Quinn's words.

"Poor, stupid, werewolves. It's not because she's done anything wrong, it's because you stupid werewolves always get the credit for everything. Vampires can't catch a break. We're either in trouble because we feed upon humans or every so often one of us goes crazy and goes on a killing spree. The werewolves can do no wrong. All the time you are at everyone's favor and we're sick of it. It's about time that a vampire got credit."

As she spoke Santana stopped pacing and looked between Quinn and Puck. "So, this whole matter is about jealousy?" Quinn asked. "This is so much bigger than your clan. It's a matter of how vampires are much better than werewolves and it's about time we were recognized."

Santana couldn't take it anymore. The whole time she was pacing she was playing the fight over and over again. Growing angrier with every turn. And Brittany's face. She was horrified by what Santana had become. She knew that it was her own fault, but with Jessica sitting there a self satisfied smirk upon her face and her continues insults upon the wolf clan and all that they stood for. She couldn't take it anymore. Racing forward she stopped herself just inches away from the vampire's face. She snarled and growled with such ferocity that Quinn and Puck covered their ears.

All was quiet as Santana shifted back into her human form. "Now, you listen here and you listen good! Just because you like to go out and drink a little blood everyday is not why everyone hate you! Werewolves still eat meat, but we don't go insane every time we phase! You vampires need to get yourselves in check real fast and if I ever catch you sorry asses back on my land I'll kick you all the way down to hell!" They both nodded in agreement before Puck untied the rope and they took off running back into the woods.

"I'm glad you decided not to kill them," Quinn said placing a hand on Santana's shoulder. "I have bigger problems than some unhappy vampires. Today Brittany found out about what I am." Puck gave her a good hearty slap on the back. Probably trying to cheer her up. "It does seem odd though that the vampires spent so much time talking to us," he said as they began the walk towards Santana's house. "It's as if they wanted to fight you instead of kill you. I'm not so sure that you did the right thing in letting them go." Santana thought about that for a second but it was quickly pushed to the back of her mind as her house came into view.

"I don't think I can go in there. When she looks at me all she's going to see is a big snarling dog."

Quinn grabbed Santana by the shoulders and looked the Latina deep in the eyes.

"S, she loves you, right? Well, there is no way that Brittany could ever hate you." Santana tried to turn and run, but Puck stood in her way. "You're not being fair to you or her. Just talk to her." Santana nodded and took in a deep breath, before walking towards the door. Quinn was right at her heels.

Pushing the door open Santana poked her head inside and saw Brittany sitting on the couch her body wrapped in a blanket and Rachel sitting beside her with a reassuring hand on her back. At the sound of the door being opened both women turned to look at Santana and Quinn. Brittany's eyes filled with tears and she squeaked in fright. Santana could almost see her replaying her transformation in her head as she shrank into Rachel's awaiting arms.

That hurt Santana so much that it took all of her will power not to fall to her knees. She tried to turn and leave but Quinn stood in the doorway. She grabbed hold of Santana's shoulders and turned her around. Santana walked forward slowly, being extremely cautious.

Brittany's eyes never left her as she went around the couch and kneeled down before the blonde. She pulled her legs up onto the couch and the fear in her eyes grew. She shrank closer to Rachel who glared at Santana, her eyes warning the Latina in silence.

"Britt- Britt, baby, it's me. It's San. I'm the same girl that's been in lobe with you since the first time I saw you."

Brittany's face suddenly turned angry.

"You are not the same girl that I knew before. The Santana I knew wasn't a lying monster!"

Even though the words hurt her, she couldn't stop the retort that reached her lips. "Now, if I had told you what I was on the first day I met you would you have accepted me?" She turned away from the Latina's piercing gaze. When Santana spoke again her voice was cold and bitter.

"That's what I thought. Stay as long as you like, if you don't mind a monster living upstairs." Without waiting for a response, she stormed out the house and not even Quinn tried to stop her. When she reached the trees Santana stopped. She had long ago learned how to keep her temper in check, but it didn't stop her from punching a near by tree, causing it to topple over into the next. "I take it from your anger that things didn't go well," Puck said from where he stood behind Santana. She didn't turn. She was fighting back tears as she said, "I blew it. She hates me. You know I never asked for this. I hate being a werewolf. If I got took close to her and I snapped then I could tear her to bits. I don't blame her for not wanting to be around me. Puck, I'm a monster!"

Santana heard the sound of feet stepping forward and Puck's hand came down on her shoulder.

"Time heals all wounds, S. She just found out that her fiancé is a huge pack of fur and fangs. How would you react if you were in her shoes?" Santana sighed, ran her fingers through her hair before finally turning to face Puck. "I think I'll run patrols for a bit. You should get back to Beth." Puck's face softened at the mention of his daughter.

Back in high school, he and Quinn had had a one-night stand which had resulted in their daughter Beth. After she had been born, Quinn and Puck had been polite to each other, but their friendship had suffered greatly. They switched off between who got to have her on which days and they had made Santana and Brittany her godparents.

"Are you going to be okay?" He asked a double meaning to his words. "I've got, Q. As long as Rachel stays than she will too." Puck clapped her on the back once more before disappearing into the woods. As soon as he was gone Santana shifted and took off running in her wolf form. In the back of her mind she saw the rest of her pack running around, but all else was calm. She ran in silence for more than an hour before Quinn came out and joined her. In her mental voice she said, I know that it's not your fault, but what you said in there has got Brittany crying her eyes out. We finally got her to calm down and Rae put her to bed. Dude, I know that you didn't mean to and I know you're going through a lot of stress right now, but you hurt her really bad.

Santana stopped running completely and Quinn rounded the corner running right into her. Before she could think about what she was doing, Santana threw her head back and let out a lonely howl. What am I going to do? I don't know how our relationship is going to survive this if she ever gets over the emotional trauma. Santana said pitifully.

Quinn placed her nose against Santana's shoulder before saying, Things usually work out don't they? Brittany's just trying to get this all figured out. Soon she'll come to her senses and you two can get married. Santana shrugged not fully convinced but she got up and continued to make the circle around her house.

You don't mind if Rachel crashes her tonight, do you? Quinn asked embarrassment shinning in her mental thought. For just a brief second Santana caught a look at exactly what Rachel had said when she had left, and it was harsh. You are all welcome in my house. Just keep me away from Brittany.

Santana could feel the disappointment flowing off of her in great waves, but she agreed. Santana would do anything to keep Brittany safe and happy. They continued to run in silence. Neither of them broke stride, until Rachel came outside. She stood at the back door with her arms crossed over her chest. I'd better go see what she wants, Quinn said, her voice extremely cautious. Santana didn't respond as Quinn took off towards Rachel. As she shifted back to her human form, Santana felt the darkness of Quinn's absence.

After a few minutes Quinn returned. S, call someone else to guard the house. Brittany wants to see you.

Santana's heart fluttered slightly and she searched through the people that were still in their wolf forms.

Hey, Will, can you run patrol? She asked.

Sure thing, chief, just let me hunt before I get there. I've got a serious case of the munchies.

Santana continued running as she severed her connection. Quinn helped taking over half of the circle.

Okay, I'm on my way now, Will said and Santana could see him racing through the woods towards them.

What's the big emergency? You've never asked me to take up guard duty before.

A slight sigh escaped Santana and Quinn growled in warning. Instead of responding Santana just let her mind wander to the memories of the fight.

When you meet a werewolf on the streets tell them to listen for the howl.

Will nodded in understanding.

He hurled through the bushes and Santana and Quinn made for the house. They shifted out of their wolf forms and Santana could hear the sound of Rachel's voice. She slowly made her way towards her bedroom. Brittany sat there under the covers a cup of tea in her hands and Rachel sat down on the edge of the bed. At the sight of the Latina, Brittany stopped talking and stared at her. She could see the blonde, trying to hide her fear.

"Do you want me to stay with you?" Rachel asked, patting Brittany's covered leg. She shook her head and gave the small girl a fake smile. Rachel nodded and got up. As she turned her back to Brittany she gave Santana an evil glare. "You take care of her," she growled, too low for Brittany's mortal ears to hear.

She walked past the Latina and then the two lovers were alone. She slowly walked towards the center of the room she saw the taller girl shrink away slightly. She stopped and instead sat down in the chair across from her. She looked up at the Latina, her blue eyes, big as quarters.

"Hi, how are you?" She asked in a small voice. Brittany's eyes widened and she pulled her body in on herself, before she whispered back, "I'm fine." This was the one time that Santana was not laughing or smiling. "I'm so sorry. I didn't want this to affect you. Not you. I hate this. I'm a monster and I understand why you wouldn't want to be with me." Her face turned sad than weary. "It's not that I don't want to be with you…I just need some time to think." Hope shown in Santana's face as she looked up from the ground.

"This is all moving so fast. You and Quinn are werewolves. That's not something you see everyday." Santana gave off a nervous laugh as she got a look at the blonde's face. She was pale with a hint of color to both of her cream colored cheeks. "As I said before, you're welcome to stay here as long as you like," she said, before getting up from the chair and heading towards the door. "Wait!" Brittany's voice stopped her with her hand on the doorknob, but she did not turn around. "Please, San, don't go. I don't want you to leave me yet." A smile crept onto Santana's face. Slowly, she turned and kneeled before her. The tears spilled over and Santana quickly wiped them away, but left her hand cupping her face. "I'll stay as long as you want me." She smiled down at her and she could see that her lover was slowly beginning to trust her again.

Brittany laid her head back against the pillow and Santana crawled up next to her. As soon as she was comfortable Brittany rolled over and snuggled in close to the Latina. Santana didn't speak and it wasn't long until Brittany's breathing was deep and steady. She twitched and murmured, "San." The shorter girl jumped afraid that she had woken the blonde. Brittany's eyes were still closed, but the lids fluttered. "San," she sighed again and a light smile touched the other girls face. Settling down she closed her own eyes and drifted off.

"Santana Lopez, you better wake up before I slap you awake!" An angry voice snarled. Her eyes shot open and she saw Rachel standing over her. Brittany was nowhere to be found. "I should have know that only you would have the balls to talk to me that way," she said with a yawn and a stretch. "And you're about to lose your balls if you don't tell me what happened last night!" Rachel continued to growl.

"Nothing. All we did was sleep in the same bed like a married couple would," she said while getting up from the bed and walking towards the closet. She was pulling on a new shirt when Rachel said, "Now, you listen here! I don't want you to hurt that girl. She's been through too much. Any other mortal might have snapped under such a heavy secret."

Santana slowly turned to look at the shorter girl.

"You of all people should know what it's like when you imprint on someone. Would you ever hurt Quinn?" Her eyes widened at the thought of bringing any form of pain to Quinn. "That's what it's like for us werewolves only intensified. I will never ever hurt Brittany. I'll die before that happens." Without another word Santana turned and walked back out the door. She quickly walked down the steps and made her way towards the kitchen. There Brittany stood in a flowery apron with her back to the Latina as she stood over the stove. She hadn't heard Santana come in so Santana slowly crept up behind the blonde and wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist.

She jumped at the touch and a deep chuckle rumbled in Santana's chest. She turned around in the shorter girls arms and Santana kissed the girl softly. Brittany pulled back and looked up at the Latina. Behind the Brittany, Santana saw several plates stacked with muffins, eggs, bacon, pancakes, and sausage sitting on the counters around them. "I didn't know you could cook," she said in astonishment. Brittany glanced over her shoulder before blushing.

"I took a few lessons," she mumbled. Santana leaned upwards and kissed the blonde's nose.

"Do you know where Q is?"

She pointed towards the back door. Santana leaned in and kissed once on the lips, grabbed a muffin, and dashed out the door. She morphed before her paws touched the ground, and the muffin slid down her gullet. Hey, girl. Quinn greeted.

Hey, did you let Will go?

Yeah, I let him go at about dawn. I think he crashed over in those bushes.

Waves of guilt washed over Santana as she thought of how tired Will must have been.

When he wakes up tell him to go inside and get some food. Santana said.

Man, your girl sure can cook. I'm usually never full.. But dang those cinnamon rolls really hit the spot.

There weren't any cinnamon rolls in there.

Yeah, not after I was finished. Your girl was cooking all night. I'm surprised you didn't smell all that delicious food she was cooking.

I guess I was just tried. Hey, call some more people we got a job to do. Get a hold of Puck too. He needs to come with us.

She heard Quinn wince outwardly at the mention of her ex-boyfriend.

I know that you don't want to but you know that we may need him to run back to get a message to the others if we get into any trouble.

She didn't enjoy it but finally Quinn agreed. Raising her muzzle to the air Santana howled for Puck, Blaine and Sugar. It took her minutes before they all stood in front of the pacing black werewolf.

What's going on, boss? The russet wolf, that was Blaine asked.

Santana couldn't stop her pacing and only Quinn could see her thoughts. She was thinking about Kurt and what she was going to say to him when they finally talked to him. She could also see that she intended to speak to him as soon as they sorted out the patrols.

Yeah, S, what's going on lately? People have been going crazy. The earthy brown wolf that was Puck asked. He wasn't sitting. He was standing up with his hackles raised and an angry scowl on his face. Santana couldn't even form a coherent sentence she was so distracted that it was Quinn that took over the situation before them.

Two nights ago Santana was attacked by a group of vampires. We must speak with Kurt and the rest of the clans about this incident. We would have gone yesterday, but some…uh complications came up and so we had to postpone the meeting until now. She said with her own hackles beginning to rise. There were many snarls from the gathered pack members.

What are we waiting for? We should be putting up our war flags and going into battle with Kurt's forces right now! Puck snarled. Santana longed to agree with his words, but the logical side of her knew that she couldn't risk everyone's lives over such a trivial matter.

Maybe Kurt doesn't know about what's going on. Blaine objected. He couldn't be sending troops after Santana. They're friends for Christ Sake!

Puck turned to the russet wolf with a deep snarl etched into his face.

Just because you have a thing for Hummel doesn't mean that you need to put the rest of us in danger! He snarled. Blaine looked taken aback by Puck's outburst, but he quickly recovered as he let the words sink in. His hackles raised and he glared at the earthy brown wolf. Puck was talking about Blaine's mate and that wasn't okay. It was a very deep insult. The only one that could talk bad about anyone's mate would be Santana since she was the Alpha and there wasn't really anything they could do about it.

Blaine and Puck began to walk around each other in a circle. Both of them were ready to attack and Santana was far too lost in her thoughts to give the Alpha Command that would make them stop even if they didn't want to.

Don't talk about Kurt like that! Blaine snarled in a rather uncharacteristic voice. They had never heard him take on a tone like that. Kurt hasn't done anything wrong. I'm sure of it.

Puck snorted and continued the circle.

You're so lost in your little dream of paradise that you haven't even thought about one simple little thing. He's a vampire. And not just any vampire, but the lead vampire of the entire vampire clan and it's illegal for you two to be in love. Your lucky that you're in Santana's pack otherwise you would have been dead a long time. I still don't know why she lets you people mate outside of the clan! Puck snarled, his muzzle drawn back to expose his fangs.

Blaine launched himself at Puck, but was stopped up short when he saw Santana glaring down at Puck.

You shut the fuck up, Puckerman! She snarled so dangerously that all of the werewolves in the clearing coward as her mental voice rang through their heads. You have absolutely no room to talk, what with you and Shelby's continuous late night fuck sessions! Don't think that you were sly enough to get away with that. All of the leaders are guilty of mating outside of their clans! They're just too pigheaded to accept that we don't choose love! So, you, Noah, are going to do as I say and shut the fuck up! Leave Blaine alone and get your ass in line so that we can go talk to Kurt!

He immediately came to attention and he and Quinn took up positions on either side of Santana.

Sugar, Blaine, patrol the house. And so help me god if I find out that anything has happened to Brittany or Rachel, I will personally kill you. She snarled over her shoulder. Everyone knew that she was dead serious about that threat. If anything happened to the blonde girl than she would not hesitate to rip out her own pack member's throats. And if anything happened to Rachel, Quinn would be more than happy to help her.

They ran with extreme speed. Jumping fallen trees rolling through the air to squeeze into tight spaces. Any human that would have been passing by at that exact moment would have seen nothing. They were going too fast for them to be seen by someone unaware of the supernatural forces in the world.

The farther north they ran the more dead plants and trees they saw. But this wasn't a natural death. Instead of being a baked brown the surrounding grass was gray dead look. They could almost hear the souls of the grass crying out to them as they were crushed beneath heavy paws.

When they reached the top of the hill they could see the vampires "hang out" if it could even be called that. It looked like the house was once a nice mansion but over the years it had accumulated enough junk that it looked like a landfill. The surrounding area had no light about it and looked just as dead as the plants surrounding it. If they had been coming to see Kurt on normal circumstances Santana might have felt bad that her once close friend had to live in such a place. Then again he was a vampire.

Chuckling darkly Santana muttered, How fitting. Quinn shuttered at the sight of the dead things around them, while Puck had a furious glare in his eyes. Santana knew that he was more likely to lose his temper than Quinn was.

Growing serious Santana confronted both of them. When we get inside neither of you is to say a word, she looked specifically at Puck. I will go in my human form and I need both of you to watch the vampires. If peace doesn't work and we are attacked than Quinn you must run for Shelby and rally our troops.

She nodded understanding the gravity of the situation. Puck was dancing from paw to paw with impatience. Turning back towards the mansion Santana let in a huge breath before walking down the hill towards the vampires.

Quinn stood close to Santana's side her hackles were raised but Santana could clearly see the tremors wracking her body. Puck longed to race forward and kill the vampires that had dared to come onto werewolf territory and attack his Alpha. Part of Santana had the same urge but she had always said to lead by example.

They were no more than five feet from the door when two burly vampires appeared, blocking their path. Santana raised her hands in surrender. "I'm just old friends come by a visit." The taller of the two snarled, a fire burning deep in his eyes that Puck seemed to challenge. The other vampire turned and walked into the mansion while his friend stood in the doorway, his big form taking up the whole area.

Santana stood with a pleasant smile on her face. It took all of her will power to keep her heart rate down. The sight of the vampire seemed to make Quinn nervous, for she jumped from paw to paw.

After a few seconds the shorter vampire returned and led them down the dusty ha; and into a study. The hallway was far too narrow for them to walk side by side in, so they were forced to walk in a single file line. Quinn gave off a soft whine at having Santana walk into such a dangerous place without her blonde bodyguard by her side to protect her fragile human form. Even though she and Puck were on good terms she would kill him in a heartbeat to protect Santana.

It was the pack code. Everyone loved the alpha almost as much as his or her mate. Girls more so than guys but it was not uncommon to find a pack member sending flowers or chocolate to the alpha. Some of the love boiled up in Quinn as she saw Santana walk into the dark room where Kurt sat in a dusty lounge chair.

The two guards outside the door, much to Puck's annoyance and Quinn's horror, stopped Quinn and Puck. The door slammed closed with a sound of finality, leaving Santana alone with her once best friend.

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