A/N: I do not own Glee or its characters in any way.

"No."

"Santana, I understand that you do not wish to associate with me due to my obvious lack of popularity, but I strongly –"

"Berry, trust me. It's not about you being popular or not. Quinn and Britt don't care and neither do I. It's just… we can't hang out. Q and B love you already, isn't that enough?"

"While I am positively delighted to have formed a close friendship with Brittany and Quinn, I do consider both to be my best friends now, it does not change the fact that I have yet to form such a bond with you."

God, Rachel is so sexy when she won't shut up. Ugh, I need to put a stop to this "spending time together" idea.

"Look. It's not gonna happen. I know you don't understand, but I just can't. So stop insisting."

After sending Rachel a glare in attempt to squash her persistence, Santana turned and walked away.

However, Rachel Berry was not the kind of person to give up easily. Her conversations with Santana usually ended in the same same manner. She would try to convince the cheerleader to spend some time together, and Santana would always refuse. It left her utterly perplexed.

As unexpected as it was, Rachel had managed to become best friends with two of McKinley's top three cheerleaders, Brittany Pierce and Quinn Fabray. Once they had realized that Rachel wasn't that bad to hang out with, they began to form a tentative friendship. Soon, they had become fast friends.

But then there was Santana. Santana Lopez. HBIC of William McKinley High School (at first Quinn held the title, but that's a different story). Santana held quite an impressionable reputation. She was mean, fierce, bitchy, and hot. At least, that's how the students at McKinley describe the girl.

But Rachel had witnessed a different side of Santana. A different, nicer side that not many others had seen. First, she saw it with Brittany and then with Quinn. Santana Lopez was also caring, supportive, sweet, and still very hot.

Rachel desperately wanted to be on the receiving end of that side of Santana. She didn't understand why the girl avoided and ignored her every time they were together, but she was determined to get Santana to accept her offer of friendship.

The fact that she, Rachel Berry, had feelings for Santana Lopez was not going to deter her. Who knows, maybe the girl would even reciprocate her feelings… eventually.

"Why, why, why! We were doing just fine! Damnit, why won't Rachel understand that we can't be friends? It's way too risky. If she knew my secret, she'd be terrified. Or worse, disgusted. That would kill me. I just have to keep ignoring her; maybe she'll get the hint."

Santana paced around her room slowly ranting to herself.

She wanted nothing more than to befriend Rachel. In fact, Santana is in love with Rachel. She is her mate after all. Yeah, you're probably wondering about that. Santana harbors two big secrets that no one outside of her family, Quinn, and Brittany know about.

Santana Lopez, HBIC and local badass, is a werewolf. Oh, and she has a penis. No biggie, right?

It wasn't her fault, it was in her genes. The Lopez family are all werewolves. Santana just happens to have an extra something because her mate is destined to be female. Although, Santana kind of knew that already. She was always more fond of girls than boys. So when she decided to come out to everyone at her high school, it wasn't much of a big deal. Thankfully, since she's head cheerleader, no one dared harass her because of her preference.

But Rachel Berry is a whole other batch of crazy. Santana never realized when she fell in love with her. Maybe it's because of that crazy amount of self confidence Rachel possesses. And her amazing body doesn't hurt either.

One day, Rachel showed up in one of her ridiculously short skirts. And. Santana. Lost. It. In her defense, her hormones were particularly raging that day. She could feel herself straining in her special underwear. Of course Rachel would decide at that moment to talk to Santana with her usual insistence on spending quality time together.

If she didn't have any self control, she would have fucked Rachel on the spot in front of their Spanish class. Damn whatever the hell Shuester was trying to teach. Instead, she ignored Rachel and ran out of the classroom. Her rejection towards Rachel was harsher than usual, but was about to explode.

So Santana ran to the nearest bathroom and checked every stall to make sure she was alone. Then, she proceeded to relieve herself with images of Rachel in her skirt helping her out. That was the moment Santana knew Rachel was her mate.

Since then, she avoided Rachel every chance she got. She didn't want her mate to reject her because that would devastate her. It was better if Rachel thought she hated her than if she rejected her.

"Mija! Someone is here to see you," Santana's mother, Maribel, yelled upstairs.

What the hell? It's probably Britt.

"Just send her up, Mami!"

Santana sat lazily on her bed as she scrolled through her Tumblr dashboard. She paid no special attention when her bedroom door opened then closed as someone shuffled in.

"Hey, Britt. What's up?"

"I'm terribly sorry to disappoint, but it's not Brittany. Good evening, Santana!"

"Berry?"

Fuck.

A/N: Hey guys! Just a little thing I'm trying out. I've read a lot of werewolf/g!p Santana stories, and I really liked them. So I'm kinda just borrowing ideas and giving them my own little Pezberry twist. :) Review and tell me what you think! Should I continue? Not continue? And this is unbeta'd, btw.