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Quinn was standing in front of her locker trying to catch her breath while Sam rubbed circles on her back. The full moon was coming up, and since Quinn was a werewolf it was becoming hard to control her temper and avoid changing in front of everyone in school. She had moments where she would get dizzy or she'd get major migraines and headaches. She needed to cool down, and as awesome as stuffing her head in her locker was it wouldn't work for very long.
"Hey losers!" A voice yelled. Quinn couldn't tell who always there but Puck was most definitely the guy trying to get their attention. Quinn knew she and Sam weren't popular. Everyone had picked on Quinn since she came out of the closet. Sam was always made fun of because he was the president of the comic book club. While Puck and the other football players did a lot of the slushying, their biggest tormentors were Santana and Rachel, which is why Quinn became instantly worried when she heard them behind her as well.
"Come on Fabgay, I wants to gets my eats on and I can't do that until you accept these slushies that Puck, Rachel, Karofsky, and I have for you and Trouty Mouth." Quinn was about to lose her temper and she couldn't let that happen, as much as she disliked Santana she didn't want to hurt her or the football players, and she definitely didn't want to hurt Rachel. Rachel was her mate, the only one for Quinn. It hurt her when the head cheerio would bully her, but she never held anything against the girl.
"We're waiting Quinnie." The tone Santana was used was sickening, she didn't want to be treated like a child. She deserved respect. Before she could stop herself she had pulled her head out of the locker and pinned Santana to the opposite wall in lightning fast speed. Santana's eyes widened as Karofsky and Puck attempted to pull Quinn away but had no luck.
"What the hell is your problem!?" Santana yelled as she frantically kicked at the angry blonde. Quinn let out a growl, only loud enough for Santana to hear as her hazel eyes glowed a brighter shade of yellow. Santana's jaw dropped at the sight before her.
"Quinn, listen to me. Calm down okay. You don't want to do something stupid, not here." Quinn's eyes softened as she turned to look at Sam. She looked around at the shocked faces everyone around them displayed until her eyes landed on the small brunette to her left. Quinn let go of Santana and backed up a few steps until her back made contact with her locker.
"Everyone get out of here, including you two. Get to last period!" Santana shouted as she pointed at Karofsky and Puck. Quinn and Sam went to leave but were stopped by Santana grabbing their wrists and spinning both of them around. She pulled them into the nearest empty classroom as the crowd dispersed and began heading off to their classes. Rachel followed behind quietly, locking the door after everyone was inside.
"What the fuck was that you freaks!?" Quinn responded with a loud growl causing Rachel and Santana's eyes widen.
"Guys, this isn't really a good idea." Sam said. Santana shook her head wildly.
"No way, I want to know what Fabgay here's problem is." Quinn tried to lunge for the Latina but was stopped by Sam's strong arms wrapping around her midsection and pulling her back. Her hazel eyes glowed brightly in the dark classroom as she let out a savage growl while baring her sharp fangs. Rachel stepped back and Quinn let out a small whimper before stumbling backwards into the wall and sliding down to the floor. Her wolf whimpered inside of her. They felt like a monster, their mate was scared of them, and it pained them deeply. Santana squinted as she took in the sight of before her. Quinn was quietly muttering apologies to all of them and mumbling about being a monster. The sight broke
"What the fuck is she doing?" Sam let out a loud sigh before kneeling down in front of Quinn.
"Hey, it's okay. Everything is okay, but I think we should tell them Quinn. They're going to find out eventually." Quinn's eyes snapped up to the boys before muttering an okay and then mumbling about running.
"I hope you guys don't mind cutting class, because you guys are going to need to come with us. I'd imagine that Coach Sue would find a way to keep you out of trouble anyway." Both cheerleaders nodded as Sam helped Quinn up from her place on the floor before they all marched to the parking lot together.

When they got to Sam's house Quinn immediately took off to the large backyard where she shifted before running off into the nearby woods. Sam headed into the living room where Santana and Rachel were sitting quietly on the couch. Both girls looked up at him, and for the first time since they left the hallway, Rachel spoke.
"Where's Quinn? Is she okay?" Sam nodded as he sat down in his dad's leather armchair.
"She'll be fine, but you guys can't ever repeat what I'm about to tell you guys, okay?" When both girls nodded Sam began to explain things to them.
"Quinn is a werewolf." Santana and Rachel's jaws both dropped.
"I know it sounds crazy, but you can't deny that it makes sense after what happened today. She can prove it if you want her to when she gets back, but it would probably be a bad idea. She's really self conscious about what she is. She thinks that she's a monster even though she actually wouldn't hurt a fly. Please don't tell anyone about this, it would only make things harder on her." Santana was about to speak but was interrupted by a squeaking sound in the kitchen. Sam got up and headed to the kitchen quickly, both girls following closely behind him. The girls froze when they stepped in the kitchen. A large dark blonde colored wolf was sitting at the sliding glass door rubbing it's paws on the glass. Sam turned to the cheerleaders.
"She won't hurt you guys, I promise. She really is more afraid of you guys than you are of her." Sam slid the door open, allowing the large wolf to trot into the room. The wolf left the kitchen and headed down the hallway to Sam's room.
"Should you follow her?" Santana asked, pointing to the direction the wolf headed down.
"No, she's just changing clothes, don't worry about it." They all made their way into the living room where they sat silently for a moment before hearing a door open from down the hallway. Everyone's heads snapped up to see Quinn walking into the room timidly.
"Hi." She said as she timidly waved.
"I'm guessing Sam explained the basics to you?" The two cheerios nodded quietly as Quinn sat on the couch next to the two girls.
"I can answer any questions you have, if you have any, or you can leave. I get that I'm a freak... so you can leave, just please don't tell anyone about me." Rachel leaned over and wrapped her arms around Quinn.
"You aren't a freak Quinn. Yeah, you're different, but you're not a freak." Santana looked at the ground with a slightly guilty expression. She had always referred to Quinn as freak, she didn't realize how horrible of a nickname that had been at the time.
"I'm sorry Quinn... and Sam." Santana said in a small voice, breaking the silence. Everyone looked at her with shocked expressions.
"I forgive you. I'm not mad, yeah it hurt to be bullied, but I'm not angry at you." Quinn said.
"Same here." Sam said quietly. The silence continued on for a few minutes as everyone shared awkward glances.
"So questions?" Quinn asked. Before anyone could respond the front door opened up to show Sam's mom coming home from work. She was a teacher at an Lima Elementary.
"Hey Sam, Quinn. Are these friends of yours?"
"Umm, yeah. Mom this is Rachel and Santana, they're in Glee with Quinn and I." Both girls stood and shook her hand politely.
"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Evans." Rachel said with a smile.
"Oh please, you two can call me Mary. Will you girls be joining us for dinner?" The girls glanced at Sam who was nodding his head.
"We'd love to."
"Okay, well you guys go on to Sam's room and I'll be doing laundry if you need anything." The girls simply nodded and followed Sam and Quinn down the hallway.

Sam's room had plain white walls with superhero posters on the walls and a shelf full of comic books and action figures displayed on it. Sam and Santana sat down the two red beanie bags on his floor as Rachel lay down on the bed. Quinn stood awkwardly in middle of the room. Rachel patted the spot next to her, encouraging Quinn to lay down next to her. Quinn moved over to the bed slowly and lay down.
"So, I have a question." Santana stated getting everyone's attention.
"Do you have imprints?"
"What the fuck is that?" Quinn asked.
"Oh my god Santana!" Rachel nearly shouted.
"It's an honest to god question." Quinn still look incredibly confused.
"An imprint is someone that you are meant to be with and can't stand to be away from." Everyone looked at Sam like he had just grown a second head.
"I took Mercedes on a date and she wanted to see Twilight. Let me be." Quinn shook her head.
"Kind of. We have something called mates. It basically means that the person becomes your everything. You'd do anything to protect them and be there for them. It doesn't mean that they'll end up being with you in a relationship but they're the only person you can ever be with."
"What happens if you don't end up with them?" Sam and Quinn both stiffened. Sam knew the answer to this, and he knew that Rachel was Quinn's mate. They knew what question would be coming up soon after she answered this one.
"If you don't end up with your mate you'll get really weak and... eventually you'll die without them. It normally happens by the time you're eighteen. That's why it's so important to find your mate at a young age. It's how most wolves die. Our strength comes from a lot of things, but mostly love, without it we grow weak. You can date people around you, and if your relationship becomes serious enough you won't die, but it's always hard to let go of your mate and be with another person. It's actually how most wolves die."
"How are you supposed to be sure that your mate isn't like, halfway across the world?"
"Because every time a wolf is born or bitten, their bodies connect to another person that lives in the same region and is going to be in the same grade as you while you're growing up, and that's how you can be sure your mate is almost always around you."
"Wait, so you're mate probably goes to McKinley?"
"They do." Santana's jaw dropped.
"You know who it is?"
"Yes. Of course I do, I've known for quite awhile."
Have you told them?"
"No. I don't want them to feel like they have to be with me in order to keep me alive."
"Have you asked them out?"
"No."
"Why the fuck not?"
"I guess I'm afraid of rejection." The room got quiet one again at Quinn's confession. Santana and Rachel didn't realize how rough things really were for Quinn.
"Can you like, bite people and make them werewolves?" Rachel asked timidly.
"Yeah." Quinn's wolf whimpered at the scared expression on Rachel's face and she backed up to the headboard of Sam's bed.
"What is she whimpering about?" Santana asked.
"She and her wolf thinks that Rachel is afraid of them." Sam answered quietly. Rachel frowned at the thought that Quinn would think that. She crawled over to Quinn and reached up to cup Quinn's jaw with her palm.
"Look at me Quinn." The blonde looked up and the sight broke Rachel's heart. The girl looked afraid and broken as a tear slipped out of her hazel eyes. Rachel reached up and wiped her tears away. "I'm not scared of you Quinn, and you're not a monster, okay?" Quinn gave a small nod as Rachel pulled her into a hug. Her inner wolf wagged it's tail happily. Rachel wasn't afraid of them, this was great news. Maybe she did stand chance with the head cheerio.

Authors Note:

So, I've been writing a lot lately so for those of you who want to/have been reading it, you can expect an update for We're here For You either tomorrow or the day after, and an update of Fighting Our Battles Together by Wednesday or Thursday.
P.S.
For this story, Rachel is bisexual and out of the closet, Santana is gay and still in the closet(because this takes place at the beginning of season 2), and Sam has always lived in Lima.