From Puppy to Wolf and the things between

by ovisnephele

Brittany and Santana are pups meeting each other on the fateful day when they finally become adults. Accompany them on their journey towards a quiet life, fighting rogue wolves, defending friends and falling in love with each other.BRITTANA werewolf AU

1. Living as Wolves & the girl from Europe

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When Santana Lopez woke up this sunny spring afternoon her whole body was stiff and aching. After rubbing the sleep out of her deep brown eyes and putting a hand lazily through her messed dark locks she stretched her slander frame to pop some joints back in. Once she heard several satisfying plops she hopped of her uncomfortable couch and padded through the large living room out onto the terrace behind the house. Groping underneath it she found a crumbled pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

Her parents went out and told her they wouldn't be back until the sun had set. Taking a long tug from her cigarette Santana admired the blue smoke dancing higher and higher in the air until it faded away. Santana has always found it funny how the smoke that came directly from the cigarette was grey and boring but the one she breathed out was a faint blue, a bit like fairy dust. While she smoked her gaze wandered aimlessly around the small garden. The house she, her brother and her parents lived in was rather big for four people but they often had friends over, all of them. In comparison to the house, the garden was rather small.

On the wooden terrace were a table and some chairs, there were two flower beds beneath the fence surrounding the whole lot and in the back the grass preceded without any hindrance into a thick dark forest. Watching how the light filtered through the low hanging branches of some trees Santana suddenly remembered where her parents went to. They went to a pack meeting going through the last preparations for tonight's ritual with the other members.

Pauli, her brother, went with them. He was old enough, Santana wasn't. But maybe the fact that Angelo Lopez was Alpha made it easier for him to tag along, because not everybody was allowed to only because they were grown-ups. Santana knew that Quinn and Rachel weren't allowed to be there either. Both of her friends became adults at the ceremony half a year ago. Quinn always made fun of the fiery Latina for being still a pup. Puck did too. With him Santana got even angrier because he was still a pup himself, although he was way bigger than her.

Though things were about to change. This night during sunset Santana would finally leave her puppy days behind and become a full grown, adult werewolf. The teasing would stop! About her small frame, her boring fur-color and her weakness. And she would be so ready to become a full member of her father's pack along with her friends Puck and Kurt. While Santana's skin began to tingle with excitement she remembered the long way she had come to be here.

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The first time Santana had changed she was six. She was running after a butterfly in her parent's garden when all at once she had felt her whole body on fire. A heat she had never ever felt before was running through her veins making her scream in agony. She felt like burning from the inside out. Like a thousand needles were pushed into her. Her small body had sunk to the ground, on all four as she heard her mother rushing outside. Santana heard her father calling:

"Don't!"

Before the pain got even worse and she felt all her bones break at once. Hot white pain shot through every fiber of her body. The small girl had thought she was going to die, or at least she hoped she was so the pain would stop. After one last guttural scream Santana's legs and arms gave out underneath her and she hit the damp grass face first. The pain and the heat had subsided as quickly as they had come and as Santana had opened her eyes she was met with four furry legs. She had been so terrified that she had jumped half a foot in the air and let out a whimpering bark. Landing on all fours Santana had made a mad dash towards the living room in hope to find her parents.

Once she realized she was running on four furry, little legs and on four furry paws she barked again, toppled over and landed on her back. Squinting against the sunlight the small pup recognized two shadows above her. When one of them bend down and licked her across the face Santana knew that those two wolves were indeed her parents. The one that had licked her face and was now nudging her stomach with a wet muzzle was her mother. She recognized the color of her fur and its waviness; it was just like when her mother was human. A chocolate brown and her eyes were big and golden and full of love while they stared down into Santana's almost black ones.

All pups had the same eye color. Their fur color was different though not as rich and unique like the adult ones. When a pup became an adult its wolf appearance changed. It got bigger and despite the fur change the eyes changed too. Every wolf was absolutely unique once it reached adulthood.

Barking happily Santana looked at her father. He was intimidatingly big and possessed almost black fur it was way shorter than her mother's and he had eyes shining as bright and yellow as the sun. Playfully Maria Lopez rolled her daughter over and bit lovingly into her, with baby fur coated, neck. Maria knew her daughter wanted to chase that butterfly again but the first thing every pup had to learn was how to shift back into its human form.

So Maria dragged Santana back into the living room and taught her until way past sunset how to do the shape shift. Shifting into her wolf form had never hurt Santana ever again after that day.

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Pauli was 5 years older than Santana. When she was 13 he became a part of their father's pack. Santana wasn't allowed to come along. Only wolfs which already had their own ritual were allowed to watch. Santana and her dad had argued all day about the fact that the girl wasn't allowed to go. They had screamed and shouted and one time Santana was sure her father was going to hit her. They were so much alike when it came down to their temper. Maria and Pauli had watched the scene unfold between them totally calm. Both of them always kept a clear head whatever happened around them. So when Santana started crying and screamed:

"I hate you, daddy!"

Pauli got up from the couch were had sat next to his mother and throw his rampaging sister over his shoulder and went to her room with her. By that time Pauli had grown from an almost skinny little boy with ridiculously messy hair and a heart for books of all kind into a fine young man. He had grown quite tall, even taller than their father. He had become brave, muscular, quiet and thoughtful and handsome as hell.

All Lopez were. But Santana was the one who used her looks the most. She was hot and she knew it, even with thirteen. Another Lopez trademark was loyalty. Nothing ever changed that. Not Pauli's pranks when he was younger, Santana's bitchy behavior to anyone who wasn't a wolf or she didn't like in general, Pauli's choice for his first girlfriend who was such a pain in the ass, their mother flirting shamelessly with every man she saw but never once cheated on her husband and definitely not the fact Angelo Lopez had caught his children smoking. No, they loved each other no matter what.

When Pauli put his struggling sister down on her bed he put both of his large hands on her small frame.

"Listen, Sanny! You know you cannot come with us. It's tradition. And it won't be long until you have your very own ritual. Please, Sanny, stop crying. I know how bad you want to watch but it's against the rules."

His sister looked him straight in the eyes, her tears had subsided: "It's just so unfair!" She sniffed.

"I know munchkin."

"You'll be all grown up and allowed to do the adult stuff and I'm still stuck with being a pup!" she rambled. "You'll be able to do the mindreading-stuff and be a part of dad's pack and you're allowed to shift without an adult around and…"

"Hey, Sanny, calm down, calm down. You know it's not just partying all the time. When you become an adult you have responsibilities and things like that, too. I know all of this, sounds so good to you but enjoy being a pup a little longer, alright?" He raised an eyebrow at his younger sibling.

"Yeah… You really know how much I hate responsibilities. Without you I would only do half my homework…I guess." She gave him a small smile and whipped away her tears. Pauli playfully ruffled her hair:

"See, it's not that bad! In five years you'll be out there, too." Laughing she slapped his hand away:

" Don't remind me!" Santana went up and put her iPod in the docking station.

"Mom and dad can be happy that they aren't here tonight. You always turn that loud as shit." He grinned and stood up, too.

Santana only showed him the bird. She scrolled through her iPod until she found a song that fitted her mood. Santana only listened to music that fitted her mood. She raised the volume to max as "The Ting Tings – Day to Day" started. She wasn't angry at her brother or her dad anymore. She knew she couldn't break the rules, they were thousands of years old and she just a stubborn pup. She just wished she could do what he was doing. She wanted time to fly by.

"When you wanna be with someone/ When you wanna play in the sun/ If you wanna share what you find/ When you got a lot in your mind/ You can see what you wanna see/ See what you want to say
/ When you gotta be somewhere else"

She stood near one of the large windows of her room and stared out into the forest while listening to the first few lines of the song. She didn't hear Pauli approach her from behind because of the loud music. He put his arms around her and whispered in her ear:

" Have a good night, munchkin! You know one day you'll be better than all of them." Just as quiet she responded: "Good luck, sockethair."

Smiling Pauli left the room. He knew Santana wasn't mad anymore. She called him by his pet name. Sockethair, most of the time his hair really looked like he put a finger in a socket. Pauli saw no one in the living room so he padded into the garden already removing his shirt. He destroyed more of those in the last couple of years than his mother liked. Luckily Maria Lopez was a sewer. Her family and friends destroyed more clothes than was good for them. Currently she stood in the garden in her wolf form and watched her son shift into his. He was very big for a pup. She didn't want to know how big he would get after the ritual. Meaning she would have to cook even more to satisfy her family's bottomless stomachs.

Pauli's fur was mostly like his father's but just as messy as his hair. His eyes were silver like the moon.

"How's your sister doing? Is she still mad? Or sulking? I can hear the music till over here." She asked worried.

She loved both of her kids to death but tonight was Pauli's night. As his mother she deserved to be there. She thought Santana did, too. But those rules were made to be kept. She knew of the things the pack would do to a traitor. Her worried expression changed into one of relief when Pauli waved his hand and said:

" Yeah, maybe sulking. You know her but she's not mad at us. She just wants to grow up, we all do." Maria sighs:" And I'm very happy that she has to wait five more years. I want at least one of my babies save home for a little longer."

"Can we please go? NOW!"

Angelo said clearly annoyed that they were running late because of his daughter's behavior. He seemed just as excited as his son. Maria looked up at the room she knew her daughter would be in right now sighing again she turned around and the three of them sprinted into the forest towards Pauli's adulthood.

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Another two years later Pauli brought a girl home. A human girl. Her name was Emily. She had been in some of Pauli's classes at William McKinley High School. Lima wasn't that big and neither of them went to college so in the end they worked at the same place. Lima's only cinema. Luckily for Emily she was rather tall; it would have been really awkward to hold hands with Pauli if she wasn't. She had long red hair and flawless white skin. Quinn said she probably was Irish. When Santana went to the cinema with her friends they often spotted them flirting behind the cash machine. At one time a beet red Rachel swore she saw them kissing. Santana wasn't sure if that was true because Rachel's words were muffled due to the fact that she had her face buried in the crock of one heavily blushing Quinn Fabray.

Pauli didn't speak much about his relationships with no one of his family. By the time Santana and he were home alone and she teased him about Emily saying she was perhaps married to a Leprechaun who was back in Ireland he had jumped out of his chair and ripped his sister out of the air. With a heavy thud they had landed on the kitchen tiles. Terrified Santana had to watch how the wolf possessed her brother. His eyes dilated, she could feel his claws forming and he was growling at her like no other wolf ever did before. A deep, threatening rumble straight from his soul. The next second he was at the other end of the room bending over and panting heavily.

"I'm sorry, Sanny." He mumbled. Then he slumped down the wall and buried his head between his hands. Slowly Santana got into a sitting position:

" No…uh...I...I'm sorry, Pauli. I…probably shouldn't have said that."

"No." he said firmly.

The shocked Latina picked herself of the floor and went over to her brother. Together they said next to the stairs until their parents got home. Somewhere between the sitting and their parents Pauli started crying. It was the first time Santana ever saw her brother cry.

After all this it really didn't surprise her when on a particular cold and snowy day in January both Pauli and Emily came stumbling through the front door. He had looked happier the last days so whatever happened in the months prior seemed to be settled between them. Bored from TV Santana poked her head over the backrest of the couch and watched her brother taking care of Emily's coat, cap and scarf. She rolled her eyes.

"Hey, Sanny, you're here?" she heard Pauli shout up the stairs.

"I'm here, sockethair and stop calling me that. I'm fifteen now!" she said with annoyance lacing her voice.

"Oh you'll always be my little Sanny puppy." He cooed.

"Urgh…could you please…please shut your face?" Santana lay down and feigned watching TV again. "She recently broke up with her boyfriend and now she pretends to hate every couple that crosses her path. He was a total jerk by the way. Don't worry. She'll love you one day."

"I can hear you douchebag!" she hissed. Her brother laughed her off.

"Anyone hungry?" he called from the kitchen.

"Always!" Santana responded immediately.

Emily had been standing in the hall and now she slowly walked over to where Santana was sprawled across the couch.

"Mind if I sit?" she asked.

Santana merely looked at her but nodded and made some room. "Ehm…So can he cook?" Emily wasn't the type to be shy but she wanted to get to know Santana better. Starting a conversation seemed good for that. "Mh…" It was almost a grunt. The Irish girl thought: "That was it. Yeah. She is as stubborn as he told me and as grumpy." Emily was about to stand up when Santana turned the TV off and shifted around so she was facing Emily, her back resting against the armrest and her legs posed in front of her. Her hair was in a messy bun, she wore an oversized hoodie of WMHS, and comfy sweats.

She intently stared at Emily before she said: "Hell yeah! But he's some lazy piece of shit, so he never cooks this awesome stuff dad taught him!"

She yells the last part in the general direction of the kitchen. The only thing that Emily heard as a response was: "What she said."

"So your dad taught him? Is he that good, I mean Pauli?"

"Yeah…kind off. When Pauli was younger he read all kinds of books. And I mean all kinds. So one day he stumbled about dad's cooking books and after reading every recipe he wanted to cook them. I swear I gained some pounds in those weeks because he messed some of the dishes up and he had to cook them again and again. But now he's pretty good actually. Sometimes I think he still cooks lots of stuff but eats all of it himself." Santana explained in a matter of fact tone.

"Wow…I'm impressed. He never told me he could cook." Emily said scrunching her eyebrows together in confusion.

"That's pretty normal. He never tells anything. But you're here. That's further every other girl got with him." Santana said smirking.

"Oh should I feel honored now?" the red head asked mockingly. To her surprise Santana looked dead serious when she said:

" Yes. You should. The last couple of weeks were pretty hard on him and I know it was your fault. Now he's happy and I know that's your fault, too. Just keep him happy okay?"

"Well…of course. I'll try my best." Santana looked satisfied with her answer. Suddenly they heard Pauli shout:" You want something too, Emily?"

"I don't want to cause an inconvenience."

"He's already at it. He can do one for you, too." His sister said while getting up to set the table. "One? You know what he is cooking?" Emily asked curious.

"Ugh…Uh…he's in a sandwich phase. Say yes, I just told you he loves to cook." Emily thought she saw the girl blush for a moment.

"Actually I'm hungry and I'd love to have one of those sandwiches." She called out.

"How do you know I was making sandwiches?" Pauli's head poked around the corner that separated the kitchen and the living room. The living room was one gigantic room with a tiny step separating it into an actual living room with a big Flat Screen on the wall and a PlayStation3 on the ground with games scattered around on the coffee table and two DVD shelves on either side of the TV. The other half of the room was a "dining room" with a table big enough for ten people. On one side the kitchen joined the living room and on the other side the hall and the staircase to the next floor.

"Your sister said you had a sandwich phase." She smiled looking at Pauli.

"A…Sandwich…what?"

He looked confused at Santana then anger flashed across his face. Emily didn't know what was wrong but apparently Santana knew because she blushed even more. Pauli did know why Santana knew what he was "cooking". She smelled it. For a wolf the scent of baked bread and the mix of ham and vegetables was heavy in the air but not for a human. He could scold her later. Well maybe he hadn't to; it all depended on how well his plan would work out.

"Ahahah… yeah I remember. Recently I really love them."

He laughed nervously hoping Emily didn't notice his slip. Santana was already seated and eyed the immense stack of sandwiches Pauli put on the table like a hungry wolf. Wait. Did Santana just growled at the food? Emily shook her head. Probably it was just her stomach. When Emily shifted her eyes to the table her jaw dropped.

"Holy Shit! Who is going to eat all that food? Seriously?"

"Stop complaining and dig in. I tell you it's delicious." Santana said between the remains of her first sandwich.

"I didn't know how many you wanted so…uhm…I made you four. Is that okay?" Pauli asked lunging for his second sandwich.

Emily quickly scanned the table then she exclaimed: "And the other 26? You cannot tell me YOU two are going to eat all of them?" she shrieked but slumped onto her chair nonetheless. It really smelled delicious. Neither Pauli nor Santana looked only the slightest way fat. In fact they both looked pretty damn hot. Pauli with his great height and the muscles and Santana with her exotic looks and rather athletic and slender frame. Emily couldn't believe how normal people could look like that and eat like this.

"Uhm…we do?" Pauli cringed.

Now it was Santana's turn to give her brother the death glare. Again Emily didn't understand the reason for it but thought it missed its effect due to the fact that while glaring Santana gobbled down another sandwich and smeared ketchup all around her mouth.

Two hours later and no sandwich were left, the dishes in the dishwasher and Santana up in her room. Pauli's parents came home. She never saw him so nervous before. Were his parents that bad? Wouldn't they accept Emily? Was she really the first girl he brought home? His first girlfriend? Why was he so god dammit nervous? 30 Minutes later she exactly knew why.

Santana was up in her room after her fair trade of supper, flipping through a book she read in school. It wasn't that interesting and after the food and chilling all day she felt drowsy. The moment her eyes closed she heard Emily's voice hollering through the whole house.

"WHAT?!"

Her eyes snapped open and she bolted out her room and down the stairs. There between the front door and the stairs and the living room stood a totally shocked Emily. Her eyes were huge, her jaw hanging open and her tall form shaking. The Latina's gaze found her brother sitting next to the table, her parents sitting near him. Pauli had his gaze down and looked like someone had rather harshly stampeded over his heart. Santana's mother looked pretty upset too and her father's face was unreadable.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Santana screamed.

Emily finally closed her mouth and looked at Santana: "Th…They are crazy. They…they told me…they were…w-w-w-olfes, werewolves. Can you believe that?"

"You fuckin' told her? Are you crazy? God damn it! You id…" Santana's rant was disturbed by Emily's whimper:

" You, too? You believe that, too?"

"Yes, in fact I do. We're all werewolves and could you close your mouth now?"

Santana said looking furious at her family.

"Can we just show her? Perhaps she stops staring at us like we're aliens then! If you already told her then it shouldn't be a problem!" she huffed and crossed her arms clearly annoyed.

Normally a wolf got punished for revealing his true form to a human. In the past mostly in the middle age in Europe werewolves suffered from being persuaded and killed by humans. In order to protect their kind many wolfs flew to America and swore to never show a human what they really were. There was one exception though.

If a wolf imprinted on a human it was allowed to tell its secret. Seeing how broken her brother looked Santana hoped that exactly that happened and that Emily would come around. Truth to be told many werewolves hated humanity and wanted to tear it down one day but her father's pack wasn't like that. For generations they lived next to the humans, in peace. Santana was still waiting for her family to decide on something:

" Guys? Could we please show her how awesome we are…like now?" she said impatiently.

Pauli lifted his head and looked at Emily. She had backed against the wall and risked some glances towards the front door. He got up and slowly walked over to the Irish girl his arms hold up in a calming gesture:

" Emily…please we don't want to hurt you. And…we…we are not crazy…please believe me."

Emily had stopped looking at the door and looked at Pauli clearly unconvinced.

"I…I don't…d…don't know." She stammered. Pauli had put his arms down and slowly reached out for Emily which didn't back away but looked scared nonetheless.

"Please Emily. We really don't want to hurt you…Just…let...let us show you. I promise nothing will happen and if you want you never have to see me…ever again." Pauli was on the verge of tears again. Finally his hand touched Emily's arm.

She visibly stiffened at first but then relaxed. "I…I trust you…okay? You've always been different than those idiots from school. And I think I love you! So…show me."

She said with a steady voice, grabbed one of Pauli's hands and hold on for dear life. In the blink of an eye Pauli's mood changed from "wanting to die" to "bursting from happiness".

"You think you do?" he asked giving her a small smile.

"This is not the time for jokes!" she hissed and punched him on the shoulder with her free hand.

"And now show me whatever you have to show me before I change my mind!"

"Finally!" Santana exclaimed and threw her hands in the air and stomped out of the living room into the garden. Angelo and Maria followed her. Still clinging to Pauli Emily and he followed suit. Pauli stopped on the terrace and entangled himself from Emily:

"Just sit here and watch okay?" he whispered softly.

Emily gulped and sat on one of the chairs facing the garden. She felt Pauli giving her temple a small kiss and she relaxed a bit more. The worse thing Emily could think of was that this family was actually mad and crazy. She just sat on the chair her hands in her lap, shivered a little from the cold and hoped that wasn't the case.

Then she watched the four Lopez in the small garden. Pauli's father had already shed his shirt, shoes and socks. Instantly Emily recognized his muscular and attractive torso and one nasty looking scar on his right shoulder. The cold didn't seem to have any effect on him as he put his hands on his hips and waited for his family to be ready. Pauli's mom and sister were bare footed too but luckily kept their shirts on. Then she watched how Pauli tossed his shirt to the ground. Despite the cold she felt a pleasant heat wash over her pooling between her legs. She never imagined Pauli looked this good. He gave her a shy smile and the said to his family:

"Let's do this!"

His family nodded and the next thing Emily saw was something she expected only to happen in movies like "Twilight". All four of them dropped to the ground. Their backs began to bulge, their legs grew taller, their eyes dilated and instead of fingers she saw claws and paws. The next second Emily was face to face with four full grown wolfs. Well three, Santana's wolf was rather small and looked more like a puppy. Santana caught her staring and growled. Maria nudged her daughter with her muzzle and made it quite clear for her to shut up and sit. Santana rolled her coal black eyes and sat.

Now all eyes were on Pauli as he made his way over to where Emily was glued to her chair. Again her mouth hung open and she was at a loss for words. She never ever imagined that a werewolf looked this beautiful. She only knew the animated ones from movies like "Harry Potter" and "Twilight" and the one from "Harry Potter" had looked pretty gross to her. But the wolf that stood whining in front of her half on the terrace and half on the grass was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. His black messy fur that contrasted strongly with the white snow looked like the softest thing to touch and his grey eyes were so deep and stormy she lost herself in them.

Hesitantly she rose from her chair, stretched a trembling arm in front of her and walked the remaining steps to where Pauli stood. As her hand touched his muzzle and ghosted over his cheek loosing itself in the dark curls behind his ear she knew that she could never hate or leave Pauli for what he was, she just fell more for him. She let out a breath she didn't knew she was holding. She closed the remaining space between them and curled her other hand around his chest fur. Pauli was growling again but in a complete different way than his sister had done only minutes ago and leant further into Emily's touch.

Said girl risked a quick glance over Pauli's shoulder towards his family. His father just finished putting on his shirt back on, Santana stood there in nothing than her hoodie, her socks and shoes in one hand and his mother put on some spare pants. When she looked back at Pauli he had shifted back into his human form:

" What do you say?" he whispered. The only thing she could think of was:

"I love you."

He chuckled:" I love you, too. More than you can think of!" He then pulled her in an embrace.

She rested her head in the crock of his neck and inhaled his familiar, calming scent. He smelled like the forest.

Suddenly something felt of. "Pauli?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you naked?"

"Yeah?"

"Put some pants on, will you, honey?" Maria said while walking back into the living room.

"Yeah please, sockethair, you know I can't stand the sight of your naked ass for too long." Santana said trailing behind her mother. Her hoodie barely covered hers. Angelo didn't seem to bother when he put his hands on their shoulders:

" I'm very proud of you Pauli. She will be a fine mate to you, I can feel it."

He winked at Emily while Pauli bowed his head in embarrassment. "What does he mean I'm your mate?" Emily looked at her new boyfriend expectantly.

"Oh just some werewolf stuff. I tell you inside or do you want to adore my sexy chest a bit longer?"

Now it was Emily's turn to blush. Laughing he took hold of her hand and dragged her back into the house.

It started to snow again as inside the house the Lopez family celebrated their new member. The imprints in the snow of four paws and two lady boots slowly vanished under a blanket of fresh snow.

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Shortly after Santana turned sixteen it was time to celebrate yet again. Pauli wanted to officially make Emily his mate. That required another ritual in which one of the elders would "burn" the mates name right above the heart of the wolf. In the human world this "ritual" was called marriage. And because Emily was a human the Lopez had to hold a marriage, too. Angelo said it was tradition in the human world, her mother was just happy her son "married" and Pauli would do anything for Emily because of the imprintment. Only Santana thought a human marriage would suck. But she genuine liked Emily. So she would neither tell Emily nor her brother.

While everybody was waiting for the ceremony to begin Santana surveyed the church they all were sitting in. It wasn't that big and totally cramped. With "all" she had literal mend "all". Her father was Alpha in this territory therefore his whole pack was here. Including the full members and the pups.

She spotted all the older pack members in the benches further away from the altar. Some people stood in the very back because they missed all the seating opportunities by being late. Santana was part of the family hence she was allowed to sit in the front row but she said she rather wanted to sit with her friends. Most of them were still pups so she Quinn, Rachel, Puck and Kurt had to sit in one of the back rows.

The rows near the altar were reserved for older pack members. She spotted Puck's dad, her father's second, next to Will Schuster and Holly Holliday she also spotted Quinn's parents near the altar. Even some of the elders had arrived. It wasn't that uncommon for a wolf to imprint on a human but in Lima it hadn't happened in the last 50 years. Many elders used the fact that Emily was human to attend a human marriage again. The ceremony wouldn't start in another 15 minutes and many people were chattering happily with each other. Some of them hadn't seen each other in years and no werewolf was religious. None of them thought a church was a sacred place much to the dismay of Emily's parents.

Puck's voice right next to Santana ended her musings abruptly:" I didn't get that whole imprinting stuff. Fabgay could you help me with this?"

His left arm was draped around Santana's shoulder and now he leant over to look at Quinn. Puck had always been like another brother to Santana so she didn't mind his closeness. Truth to be told Santana wasn't so sure she got the whole thing right, too. Of course she would never admit that to one of her friends.

She craned her neck to look at Quinn. The blonde was currently engaged in some dirty talk to her girlfriend. The brunette girl blushed a deep crimson and slapped Quinn's knee.

"Yo, Q! Stop making your girl wet and explain that stuff to me. When I'm an adult in two years I need to know if I just imprinted or the Puckasaurus is running wild."

Rachel turned her head and looked at him curiously:

" What's the Puckasaurus?" she asked.

The boy with the Mohawk on his head smirked, looked down to his groin and wiggled his eyebrows: "And here I am thinking you didn't do this anymore."

When everybody realized what the "Puckasaurus" was Santana facepalmed herself and shook her head. Rachel shrieked and scooted closer into Quinn's embrace. Quinn just snorted. From Quinn's left erupted a girlish giggle.

"It's not funny, Kurt!" Puck said in mock anger.

"Did you ever laid a girl with that line?" the feminine red head asked. Puck scowled and admitted:

" No…but…"

His protest vanished in a row of laugher by his friends.

"Oh whatever!" he huffed. "Tell me about the imprinting shit now." Kurt bend over so he saw the rest of the group, Puck was already facing everyone else and Santana sat next to Rachel who was still cuddling with Quinn.

"Come on Quinn. I mean your parents are like teachers in the pack so I bet you know it anyway." Santana said. "Fine, fine I'll tell you." She huffed.

"You should show off your knowledge more often. I like it, it's sexy." Rachel giggled and placed a soft kiss on her mate's cheek.

Quinn cleared her throat and explained:" Yeah, right baby." Everyone chuckled.

" Well, imprinting is some serious stuff for a werewolf. The first time you see your mate you instantly know it's the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. You form a bond with each other that never ceases to exist. Neither the look nor the character matters…it just…happens." Saying this she lovingly looked at Rachel and embraced her a little tighter.

Rachel was grinning from ear to ear.

Santana and Quinn had always been best friends just like their parents but not with Rachel Berry. Due to the fact that they all were wolfs and girls somehow connected them and Rachel often followed the duo when they went out with the boys. However they were no real friends and Rachel often had been the victim of the girls merciless teasing. In kindergarten Santana and Quinn had picked on Rachel almost every day most of the time it ended with Rachel crying and the two girls getting scolded. It never stopped them. Four weeks ago all three of them started high school.

Being in the "cheerios" the school's cheerleading team after just one week Santana and Quinn had training almost every day. One day after practice Santana had waited for Quinn by the bleachers basking in the sun. Lazily her gaze had wandered to the parking lot where she saw Rachel strode to her car. Just in that moment Quinn approached her:

" Hey, San. Ready to go?"

Then her gaze followed Santana's and she froze on the spot. Rachel had stopped dead in her tracks and stared across the parking lot towards Santana and Quinn. Santana was oblivious to the state Quinn was in and sneered:

" Look who we have here. Yo, manhands!" she called out.

The next thing she knew was that Quinn started growling and had punched her so hard that she fell off the bench and had a bleeding nose.

"What the fuck?"

Santana had screamed but Quinn had marched off leaving her dumbstruck friend behind. When she had reached Rachel she had grabbed her face and started to kiss her passionately. Santana was so shocked she didn't do anything. She was even more shocked when she saw Rachel kiss back. Santana decided it probably was best to leave those two alone and hurried home.

The Latina obviously had a knack for mocking persons that just imprinted. Later she was sure she had seen two pairs of fluffy ears on top of her friends head. Things like that happened when one just imprinted. Over the weeks Santana had managed to form some sort of friendship with Rachel. Quinn threating her with another broken nose probably sped up the process. This time it was Kurt who ripped Santana out of her thoughts:

" You said the bond never vanishes?" Quinn nodded.

"Never, never?"

"Well it happens that two mates break up and form a relationship with someone else but the bond is still there. You still share feelings and sometimes thoughts that depends on your connection." She explained while she played with Rachel's hair.

"Connection?" Santana asked.

This time Rachel answered:" When you find your mate you create that bond and…"

"Yeah, I know that already thanks!" Santana scowled.

"Let me finish my sentence. The type of your bond can be different from other mates bonds though. It's a bit complicated but basically there are four different types. You just imprint on someone while that someone is near to you. So for example you think about your mate and then you imprint you will forever be able to share each other's thoughts. Like…well…Quinn and me."

Puck looked dumbfounded but then started laughing:

" So what? Your saying when I smell my mate while I imprint we share our smell forever?" Rachel bowed her head in embarrassment:

" Ah…Uh…I'm not sure." She mumbled.

"Shut it, Puck! And yeah things like that happen, too. But it's a bit different. It's basically comparable to the linked thoughts. When you smell your mate somewhere you know where he or she is at the moment and how she's feeling." Quinn declared.

"For sure, Fabgay."

"I hope that's the connection you have with your mate one day!" she sneered.

"Hey, what are the other two connections?" Santana asked intrigued by the theme. Quinn puffed her cheeks out so everyone looked at Rachel:

" I'll only tell you if you don't laugh at me!" she said and crossed her arms. "All right, all right. Now spill!" Puck said eagerly.

"The last two connections are "seeing" and "touching". When you have a "seeing-connection" with your mate you share your mind. You can see what your mate sees and vice versa. But not always of course. If you don't wish to use a connection you don't"

"I want that connection! That's cool as shit! Imagine my mate is showering and I can watch her." Puck laughed.

"Ugh…that's definitely something you would do." Santana snorted.

"Hell yeah!" Puck exclaimed and crushed Santana in a bear hug.

"Fuck you, Puckerman!" Santana screeched so loud that people turned their heads.

"Anyone interested in the last one?" Rachel asked timidly. They all nodded.

"It probably would be best if I tell them, babe. I don't think you're able to tell them the best part." Quinn chuckled behind Rachel. "Yeah…you could be right." She mumbled.

"Spill!" their friends shouted.

Quinn smirked:" And now L's and G's the last most awesome connection! The touching-connection!" she made a dramatic pause and everyone leant closer.

"If you touch your mate while imprinting you forever share your body with each other. Meaning you can feel what the other is feeling and you have unique effect on your mate's temper."

"That only sounds half as awesome as you made it sound." Santana pouted.

"Yeah! It sounds rather lame actually." Puck grumbled.

"Let her finish. She didn't come to the best part, yet." Rachel said.

Everyone looked expectantly at Quinn who smiled mischievously:

" The best part is…It's said you have the most awesome, mind-blowing sex if you have a touching-connection." She whispered the last part.

Both Quinn and Rachel laughed due to the faces their friends made. Santana's mouth hung open, Puck looked like someone slapped him across the face and Kurt was blushing furiously. All at once they started shouting:

" Holy Shit!" "That's totally awesome! I definitely want that one!" "Unbelievable."

"And that's it, pups. Lesson closed. I'm not my parents." Quinn chuckled. Suddenly Kurt exclaimed:

" I bet your cousin has a touching-connection. Just look at him."

They all craned their necks to get a look at Quinn's blonde cousin Michael who sat in the very last row engrossed in a heavy make out sessions with his equally blonde girlfriend.

"I'm not sure. If I remember right they have a seeing-connection. They're just horny as hell all the time." Quinn scowled.

"Quinn's staying at mine for the rest of the week. She told me she couldn't sleep at night because her cousin was doing it all the time." Rachel said still looking at Michael. Quinn groaned and Santana asked:" They're doing what all night?"

Rachel's head whipped around and she balled her hands into fists:" Oh you know what I mean, Santana!"

The boys and the Latina sniggered. Quinn and Rachel being mates didn't change the fact that Santana loved to tease the brunette. Just as Kurt opened his mouth the chatter died down and everybody was turning around.

The five friends did too and spotted Emily in the church's entrance. The ceremony was hold in the afternoon and the ritual followed in the night. The setting sun illuminated Emily and made her glow like an angel. That she was grinning from ear to ear and was so much in love with her soon to be husband probably intensified the illusion. Simultaneously Kurt and Rachel sighed and Santana and Puck rolled their eyes.

"She looks hot, though." Puck whispered into Santana's ear while Emily was lead to the altar by her father. "Shut it, Puck! She's my brother's wife in a few minutes he'll shred you to pieces if he hears you." She answered.

She felt Puck smirk. Santana had to admit that Emily looked even better than normally today. Her dress wasn't that fancy and she wore her hair up in a delicate way. Only some curls framed her glowing face and her green eyes sparkled in the sunlight like emeralds. In the front row Santana spotted her mother who was already crying.

Eventually her gaze shifted to Pauli. Her wore a simple black tux and for once managed to ban his hair with hair gel. He seemed to shake a bit but his sister knew it was from excitement and not from nervousness. Santana missed most of the actual ceremony because she was in her own little world. She recognized Puck's faint snoring next to he, saw Kurt's dreamy gaze and caught Rachel giving Quinn the sweetest kiss. Santana was sure it wouldn't take that long until the two would declare each other as official mates. Not in a church of course.

The humans in Ohio all had a stick shoved up their asses. In Santana's humble opinion. She had to admit that she secretly wanted exactly what her brother and her friends had. Once she had come home from Puck's and saw her brother and Emily cuddle on the couch, reading. They had looked so happy and comfortable that Santana had instantly wished she knew her mate already or at least had her stupid boyfriend back. He never had cuddled with her she remembered. He was into her body and not into the person Santana.

Deep down she was jealous of Quinn and Rachel. All the love that displayed so clearly between them. The small things they shared like a peck on the cheek in school or holding hands or cuddling always made them smile as bright as a light bulb. Behind her bitchy and grumpy behavior Santana was like every other girl. One day she wanted to be where her brother was now and kiss the love of her life in front of all her friends and family. Finally the Latina was brought back to earth by the priest saying:

" You may kiss the bride."

Suddenly everyone was jumping out of their seats, clapping and jeering as Pauli picked his wife up and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Emily kissed back with the same eagerness. In between the kisses they shared they laughed and smiled. Eventually they turned to their friends and families took each other's hand and sped out of the church. Santana heard her mother sob." Oh my baby." While she and Quinn and Rachel and Puck and Kurt were whistling and clapping like maniacs.

Before the ritual in the woods everyone gathered in the Fabray mansion. Quinn's parents had the best paid jobs in the pack and their gigantic house and garden often functioned as a gathering place for the pack members or a place for celebrations. Just like tonight. The whole house was bustling with life, in the garden played a life band and occasionally Will or Holly would sing a song for the freshly married.

They were teachers at WMHS and directors of glee club. Holly's version of "I love rock'n'roll" had been totally awesome and Will's interpretation of Elvis Presley's "I can't help falling in love" had been sickening sweet. Together they performed "A little less conversation" and the audience had gone wild. Later as the life band finished and downed some well-deserved drinks Santana and Quinn had smuggled a "Rizzle Kicks" cd to the hifi-equipment. They all had stared in awe as two of the elders had rocked the dance floor to "Down with the trumpets".

Santana had been dancing all night with her friends. It was the first party the pups were allowed to drink alcohol on and between laughing hysterical as Puck danced with Kurt, drunkenly searching for Quinn and Rachel and throwing up on the toilet she had the best night of her life. Somewhere in between her brother and sister-in-law became official mates their names burned above each other's hearts in a faint silver and emerald green.

OoooooOOOOOOOOooooooo

Santana long finished her cigarette as her trip to the past ended. In the last 12 years she had learned all those things about being a proper werewolf. She knew that there was possibly even more to come but tonight she would make this first important step towards all the things her brother had done in the last couple of years. Her time to shine started tonight.

Somehow still in thoughts she was startled when she heard rustling in the woods and the wind carried bits and pieces of a conversation to her sensitive ears.

"I know she won't be happy. But this family is new in town. I'm sure she will understand." That was Maria's voice.

Santana rose fromthe terrace and marched her way towards the little hut in the very back of the garden. The Lopez kept spare clothes in there so no one ever saw them running around naked after the shape shifting. It happened one time to Puck's dad and it was one hell of an embarrassing situation to explain it to his neighbors. Her mother wore a summer dress and her male relatives fought with their trousers.

"What is it that will make me unhappy tonight?" Santana smiled sweetly.

"I'm so not going to tell her!" Pauli made clear as he pointed at finger at his parents and approached the terrace. "I'm off home now."

He shouted before he vanished in the house. He had moved out some weeks after the ritual and now lived together with Emily in a small house some streets away. With some financial help from Quinn's parents they had opened a book store in Lima. It wasn't only books, tough. You could also buy comics, the latest music, drink some coffee or tea and chill the whole day. Lima's teens loved the store.

Santana scowled and looked at her parents:" What is going on? Mami? Papi?"

"Uh…look mija…." Her father gathered his thoughts.

"You know that tonight was all about the ritual for you pups?" Santana rolled her eyes and motioned for him to continue but then she screeched:

" It WAS? Are you kidding me?" She balled her hands into fists and her face contorted in anger.

Her father crossed his arms and her mother shook her head:" A new family moved to Lima tonight. They are wolfs, too." He said calmly.

"And what the fuck has that to do with the ritual!" Santana stomped her foot in frustration.

Maria answered:" They have a daughter which is your age. She'll become and adult, too."

"Where's the point in this? She can become one tonight…right? The ritual is still tonight?" Santana worriedly looked her parents.

This could so not be true. No one, absolutely no one was going to take tonight away from her. Her parents sighed in defeat. It was her father who finally said what she wanted to hear the least:

" They came from Europe. They are Dutch and travelled all day to be here. We moved the ritual to tomorrow."

"Hell NO!"

Santana screamed and punched a tree next to her. The wood splintered and she had to rip her hand out of the hole she just created.

"You…I can't believe this! This stupid girl can attend the next ritual and…ugh…"

She stomped of towards the house to tell Puck and Kurt that their night had been moved because of some stupid European girl.

"Santana wait." Her mother called. "Santana…" But she didn't listen. She already felt tears threatening her eyes. This was supposed to be the best night of her life.

"Santana Maria Lopez you stop right then and there! We're not finished, yet!" Her father hollered through the garden.

She was sure she heard him growl, too. Shit this mend business. Stoic Santana wiped the tears away that managed to escape and straightened her shoulders: "What?"

"We are the only pack in Lima so they will become a part of it. I'm Alpha hence it's my duty to introduce them. You can be happy that I already met the adults and we sorted things out, but not the daughter. We're going to meet them, now! And I specifically give you the order to show her around and introduce her to everyone! Is that clear Santana?" Santana was so angry she was at a loss for words. She nodded.

"Great. I never met the girl and already hate her. And now I'm the idiot who can show her around." Santana thought bitterly.

"Alright. We're going now." Her father said. Her parentswere already discarding their clothes again. Suddenly Santana had an idea. She turned around to her parents and asked:

" Puck and Kurt know all this too, right?"

Her father's black head looked at her:" Yes. They do. What do you imply?"

"Wouldn't it be easier to tell them that we're meeting the newbie now? They too can meet her tonight."

"I think that's a good idea, honey." Her mother nodded her furry head.

"Yeah. Probably. Tell them."

"And Quinn and Rachel."

"Whatever."

Santana already had had her phone in hand.

To: Fabgay, Berry, Puckasaurus, and Lady Lips

"Listen up guys. I bet you already know that some European bitch busted our ritual tonight. We're meeting her and her parents in the woods. Be there and make sure the bitch knows she's not welcomed. By Snixx"

She carefully threw her phone in the living room, closed the door and wiggled out of her clothes. Her parents already vanished in the forest. When Santana was left in her underwear she sprinted towards the forest. Right before the forest began she jumped, shifted in midair and landed on the forest ground with a soft thud. She followed her parent's heavy scent and thought:

" I'm so going to show her who's HBIC in Lima, Ohio."

Meanwhile

A loud buzz disturbed Quinn from leering at her girlfriend's ass while the brunette searched for something in the fridge. Reluctant she tore her eyes away from Rachel's swaying ass and groped for her phone. Opening Santana's message she groaned.

"What's up, honey?"

Rachel asked, munching on a carrot and placing herself on Quinn's lap. Quinn handed her girlfriend the phone and encircled her waist with two pale arms.

"Oh…Auntie Snixx is on the hunt? The poor girl." Rachel said.

"Yeah." Quinn muttered. "You know we have to go, Rach. She'll kill us if not."

"We can go. My dads are gone anyway but I'm not going to participate in picking on that poor girl. Santana is so mean sometimes."

"You know how she is. I just hope she sticks to teasing and doesn't rip her into shreds."

5 minutes later the girls stood naked in the small back yard. Most wolf families in Lima had managed to grab a house with a garden that was directly connected to the forest. Hiram and Leroy Berry, too.

Rachel's eyes were glued to Quinn's naked body that shimmered in the silver moonlight. "Ugh…baby… do we really have to go? I can think of one hundred things I'd like to do more than keeping Santana from murdering that girl."

Rachel said in a husky voice her eyes roaming. Quinn chuckled: "I know, baby. But we're her friends. My magnificent body will be at your service all night when we come back."

The blonde husked putting her arms around Rachel's neck. "Sounds like a plan."

Rachel muttered before she leaned in and kissed the other girl. The kiss was soft at first. Lips barely grazing each other but Rachel had none of it. Soon her tongue probed Quinn's upper lip. Tasting the sweetness of the blonde and begging for entrance. Quinn smiled into the kiss and tangled her hands in Rachel's brown locks. Opening her mouth she was greeted with her girlfriends tongue. They started a slow dance, tongues dancing around each other softly and basking in each other.

Eventually they had to stop for air.

"Uh…now I really don't wanna go."

Rachel moaned kissing Quinn's neck. But the blonde softly shoved her away.

"Tonight, baby. Promise."

Then she turned around and sprinted into the forest.

"Oh how I hate you, Santana Lopez!" The brunette grumbled before she followed her girlfriend.

OoooooOOOOOOOOooooooo

Puck sat in front of his gigantic TV and played Mario Kart.

"Peach you're going down!"

He screamed at the screen. Just as he was about to pass the pink princess his phone buzzed. He hit the pause button and searched for the vibrating device. He wasn't as angry as Santana about the ritual being moved. He wanted it as much as her but there were enough things that could distract him for one day so it didn't really matter. He could search his porn collection for movies he had two times. Smirking he read the message. The next moment he bolted out of the room.

He would never turn Santana down. The game and the bitchy princess were forgotten as he sprinted through the forest. Maybe this new wolf girl was hot and she would end up in his bed. Not that there weren't enough ladies in his bed the last couple of months but they all had been human. And sex with a human was a totally different thing for a wolf than sex with one of its kind.

OoooooOOOOOOOOooooooo

Kurt was even less angry with the ritual being moved. Honestly he was a bit relieved. He feared he wouldn't be a proper wolf and not be accepted in the pack due to his feminine form and different behavior. He watched TV with his dad as his phone went off. He rolled his eyes at Santana's words but smiled.

"What's up, kiddo?" Burt Hummel asked his son.

Kurt always was different than the other boys but Burt never cared. Or at least not in a bad way. He loved his son whatever he was.

"Oh just Santana calling to stir up the new girl."

When his dad gave him a stern look he added:" Of course I won't participate in her antics but I have to go."

He smiled and gave his father a kiss on the cheek. "Love you, dad."

"Don't come home to late!" he called after his son.

OoooooOOOOOOOOooooooo

Santana was waiting patiently at the clearing for everyone to arrive. Her parents sat somewhere near and spoke quietly to each other. The Latina didn't care. Then a scent caught her attention and only seconds later Quinn and Rachel burst through the bushes.

Quinn was first. Her short golden fur glistened in the moonlight and her hazel brown eyes looked playfully at her mate. Rachel pounced on her mate and nudged her muzzle in Quinn's stomach. Rachel's fur was long and wavy and had the color of melted bittersweet chocolate. Her eyes were a light brown. As Quinn and Rachel composed from the chase Santana asked:

"Did I interrupt something with my lovely text?" she sniffed at the air. Yeah. She definitely smelled right.

"Uh…No?" Quinn said.

"Oh really? Because you two totally smell like sex." Santana smirked. To her surprise it was Rachel who pounced on her and mockingly snapped at her neck:

" We were about to do just that but then your stupid text came."

"RACHEL!" Quinn barked.

"Puppy fight!" Puck exclaimed as he came to a slithering stop next to Quinn. Rachel and Santana still scuffled on the ground.

"Santana disturbed our sexy times. Now Rach is frustrated."

Puck's bark sounded like laugh:

" Go for it, Berry!" He whooped.

Rachel turned her head to give him a sneaky remark but Santana used this moment to roll them over and to lung for the brunettes exposed stomach. Rachel shrieked and as Santana was about to laugh in victory Kurt came busting out the bushes like a torpedo. He recognized his friends to late and sent them all flying in a heap of paws and tails through the air. Puck and Quinn were laughing so hard that they rolled around on the ground and leaves and sticks stuck to their furs.

"Uh…Kurt I didn't tell you to attack me but the Dutch girl." Santana groaned as she sat up.

The small wolf with the reddish fur and eyes that were almost black but with a faint mix of blue and green muttered." Sorry, San."

The next moment they joined in the laughter of their friends. The five of them rolled around on the forest ground, messed their furs and laughed like maniacs. It was Angelo Lopez who stopped the banter:

" Enough kids! The Pierces are coming."

They stopped all at once as a strange scent hit their muzzles. It smelled like a foreign ocean and wide grassy plains. The five of them picked themselves of the ground. Puck shook himself and Rachel nervously licked her fur then sputtered as some leaves stuck to her tongue.

Suddenly three wolves emerged from the other side of the clearing. The first was clearly a male. He had blonde fur that shone like the sun. And even from the distance Santana could see his eyes were blue and deep like the ocean. The two wolves behind him were a lot smaller and less muscular. His wife had a fur similar to that of her husband and her eyes were brighter. The last of them was clearly a pup.

Her fur was long and wavy but looked like most blondes fur. Already her eyes shone like a crystal blue. Her form was very athletic for a pup. And she was definitely taller than Santana. Her eyes looked curious at her new pack members. The next moment the three of them dropped down. Their front legs were stretched out and their muzzles almost touched the ground.

It was tradition that new pack members had to bow to their Alpha as a sign of loyalty. They stayed like this for a few moments then it was time for the others to bow. They all lined up and bowed their heads. Only their heads. With the ruffled fur, kinked ears and sticks stuck to their furs they made a terrible first impression. At least Santana thought they did. Her anger somehow had subsided due to her friends and she totally forgot that she actually wanted to look pretty pissed. Slowly the trio made its way over to the group.

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Lopez." Sounded a rich and deep voice in Santana's head.

Seemed like they really were part of the pack already. No mindreading without being in a pack. Angelo shook his head:" I already told you to call me Angelo. We're one pack now. One family."

The blonde wolf nodded and the Alpha continued:

" You already met my wife Maria. Santana come here. This is my daughter, Santana."

He proudly nodded towards the girl which now stood between her parents and eyed the newcomer. Angelo nodded towards the remaining wolves:

" These are her friends. Quinn Fabray and Rachel Berry, they became adults half a year ago."

He pointed towards the two girls which stood closely together. The he tilted his head towards the boys:

" These are Kurt Hummel and Noah Puckerman. Together with my daughter they are the remaining pups in our pack."

The three blondes eyed them curiously then the male directed his speech towards Santana and her friends:

" My name is Milan; this is my wife Saar and my daughter Brittany. She'll become an adult too tomorrow. Please be nice to her."

Angelo turned towards the pups:" We have something to discuss with the Pierce. Santana I don't need to remember you of the order?" Santana growled but nodded her head.

Then the four adults left the kids alone. Brittany shuffled with her paws while she looked at her hopefully new friends. Excitement and nervousness shone in her black blue eyes.

"Hi." She said softly.

Puck was the first to answer:" Yo! I know Angelo introduced me as Noah but everyone calls me Puck." He said happily.

"Nice to meet you, Puck." Brittany said shyly.

Puck sniggered thinking that it would be a piece of cake to get this girl into his bed. Brittany didn't seem to have heard what he thought but Santana and Quinn did and simultaneously punched him on the head. Puck whined and Brittany looked confused.

"He's a douchebag. Believe me." Quinn smiled.

Brittany smiled, too. Despite the fact that Santana thought she still should feel angry she had to admit it was the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. She thought this a lot more silent than Puck because no one needed to know.

"Well I know you already heard that but I'm Quinn and this is my mate Rachel." The blonde said.

Patiently she waited for a response from the other blonde. Same sex imprintment wasn't really uncommon in the wolf culture but Quinn didn't know how the European handled the matter. She was surprised when Brittany barked happily and hopped up and down:

" Wow. Quinn, Rachel that's so cool! How long are you together? I didn't found my mate, yet." She added sadly hanging her head. Quinn and Rachel were clearly relieved that the new girl had no problem with them being together.

"Don't worry Brittany. Neither I nor Puck nor Santana found their mate either. I'm Kurt by the way and seeing that you have no problem with Faberry here I'll better tell you right now. I'm gay, too." He smiled shyly.

Santana snorted:" Yeah if you see him in his human form for the first time you see it. He's gayer than Ian McKellen riding a unicorn."

Brittany's smile grew even wider:" I love unicorns! They're special and cute. And you're, too. You're all little unicorns." She giggled.

For a split second everyone pictured themselves as unicorns then they all burst in a fit of laughter. Brittany cringed and bowed her head in embarrassment. In between laughter Santana said:" Britt…you look like….ahahaha… someone stole…your candy…ahahaha."

"Uhm…it's just…I don't like being laughed at." She stuttered.

In her old pack Brittany wasn't only the youngest but everyone always teased and laughed at her for the things she said. She had hoped in her new pack things would be different but apparently the things she said were just too stupid. To her surprise Rachel said:

" But Brittany we're laughing with you, not at you. I bet Quinn would make a lovely unicorn." She smirked.

Still laughing Santana added:" Yeah! Imagine PUCK!"

Much to Puck's dismay everyone started laughing again. This time the newbie joined in. Puck playfully growled and pressed his torso to the ground:

" All right newbie I'm so getting you for this!" then he leapt of the ground.

"RUN, Britt!" Santana screeched while Puck and Brittany vanished into the forest.

Brittany's body was very slender but her long legs made her much faster than Puck. He chased her around the clearing shouting and barking for some time before he visibly fell behind and Brittany trotted back to her friends.

"Wow…you're really fast Britt." Santana said in awe. "I was the fastest back in my old pack!" she proudly explained.

Santana didn't exactly know why but a large smile spread on her face. "I can't believe I wanted to tear her into shreds just an hour ago. She's pretty cool actually…and cute." Her eyes widened in horror as she realized that the others probably heard her. Carefully she watched her friends. Kurt, Rachel and Quinn lay in the grass and seemed to talk and Puck was nowhere to be seen. She shifted her gaze to Brittany and saw that the other girl looked rather shocked at her.

"Oh fuck…she heard me." Santana cursed.

Suddenly she saw a massive shadow behind Brittany and one moment later Puck emerged from the shadows ready to pounce on the oblivious blonde.

"BRITT…behi…" Santana screamed but it was too late.

With a heavy thud both wolves crashed to the floor. So hard that some sticks were tossed in the air due to the heavy impact. The mohawked wolf jumped of his prey:

"YEAH! This is what you get for messing with the Puckasaurus."

The next thing he knew was that one furious Santana Lopez was bearing her teeth at him:

" I swear Puck; if you hurt her I'll ends you here and now!"

"Relax, Lopez. I bet she's fine."

The boy cringed when he heard a small whimper.

"I hope so!"

Santana hissed before she dashed to where Brittany was still lying on the ground.

"Britt? Hey…everything okay?" Santana cooed.

Kurt and the girls looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Santana being this soft with someone she knew for merely ten minutes was something totally new to them. Intrigued they all gathered around the groaning Dutch.

"Heavy…" she huffed. "God he was heavy. He knocked all the air out of my lungs." She huffed again.

"Does it hurt anywhere?" Santana asked worried.

" No, San. I'm fine. Thank you." Brittany smiled and nudged the Latina's muzzle with her one.

By the time Puck shuffled back to the group they were all looking at him. Santana was giving him her trademark death glare:

" Hey…uhm…I'm sorry Brittany. I didn't mend to hurt you." He looked down.

"Nah…it's okay. You just weigh like a ton of bricks and I couldn't breathe for a moment."

The girl smiled at him. "Yeah…pheew…sorry again."

Nervously he looked towards Santana but the Latina already looked at Brittany again.

"Great. This girl seemed to be taken, too." The only other time he witnessed Santana looked this concern at someone was years ago when Pauli had fallen out of a tree and broke his leg. Suddenly Brittany's eyes lit up and she grinned:

" How about a game of tug?"

At first every looked dumbfounded but then they all grinned and Brittany leaped of the ground ready to chase them. Laughing they all spread into different directions. Santana sped into the dark forest knowing it inside out. The moon was bright and full in the sky and although Santana's eyes were better than any human eyes she was happy for the light it provided. She knew she was fast but she had seen Brittany run away from Puck at lightning speed.

Santana wasn't one who liked to loose so she sped up as she heard light footfalls behind her. Brittany was hot on her heels; she could almost sense the other girl behind her. While running like a mad man she turned her head to see that she was right. Brittany was right behind her and smiling widely. The wind ruffled her fur and her eyes sparkled in the moonlight. For a moment Santana's heart sped up, her body slowed down and she missed a branch.

The next second she was crashing to the ground. She made some somersaults and stopped some feet away from where Brittany had stopped dead in her tracks. Panting heavily the Latina opened her eyes only to find Brittany staring down at her with concern in her blue eyes:

" San? Are you all right?"

Slowly Santana sat and shook her fur:

" Of course! I just missed that stupid branch." She grunted.

Brittany giggled. Then it was silent around them and they only stared into each other's eyes. Santana was already loosing herself in Brittany's blue orbs. She couldn't imagine how beautiful they would be after tomorrow's ritual. Santana felt a pleasant shiver running through her body as she thought about it. Suddenly Brittany averted her eyes.

" Uhm…San?"

"Yeah, Brit?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course. Anything."

"Well…why…why did you wanted to tear me to shreds?" The blonde stuttered.

Santana blushed and looked away:" Ah…uhm…"

"Did…did I do something wrong?" Brittany asked timidly.

"NO!" Santana shouted.

Brittany looked unconvinced.

"Ah…well. It's just that…I waited for tonight like…all my life. And now my dad rescheduled the ritual to tomorrow because of you and your family." The Latina muttered.

"Oh. I'm sorry, San. I didn't know. I'm really sorry."

"No…don't be. It was childish anyway. I was just so excited, you know?" Santana gave her a small smile.

She didn't know why but she couldn't stay mad at Brittany for something that technically wasn't the girls fault anyway. Something about the blonde calmed all her nerves and made her giddy with excitement at the same time.

She felt drawn to Brittany in a way she couldn't describe. Like everything that mattered was revolving around the girl in front of her. She never had felt this connected with someone else in her entire life. Neither Quinn nor Puck and not even with Pauli. Santana's head was swirling with all this feelings but they didn't matter as long as Brittany was smiling so wide Santana feared her face would break. Eventually she said:

" I like you. So…it doesn't matter what I thought back then. I don't want to do it anymore."

Brittany nodded and she began to grin:

" I like you too, Sanny."

No one had called her that in two or three years and normally she would have snapped at any one who still called her that but coming from Brittany's mouth it sounded just right. They grinned at each other like fools until Angelo's voice broke their staring:

" Girls? Where are you? Milan wants to go home now. You both have school tomorrow so get back here."

"In a sec', Papi."

Santana responded and grinned mischievously at Brittany.

"San?"

The girl asked worriedly. Santana's grin widened as she lowered her torso on the ground.

"San? What are you doing?"

Brittany asked clearly confused now.

"My turn!"

The Latina growled before she leapt of the ground. Finally getting what the other girl mend Brittany barked playfully, spun around and ran as fast as she could back towards the clearing. They both burst through the thicket at the same tame laughing their heads off.

"There you are ladies."

Puck said while the girls came down from their height.

"Where'd you run of to?" he asked.

"San ran into a tree."

Brittany explained in a matter of fact tone. Puck looked confused Santana shocked:

" What?"

"Oh no I didn't, sweet cheeks! Don't believe her!"

Santana snapped but was smiling nonetheless. Brittany resumed to giggling.

"All right. Well, I'm off now. There is some princess waiting for me to kick her ass."

"What? You have a princess in your house?"

Brittany asked confused. Was Puck a prince? But shouldn't he save the princess then instead of kicking her ass?

"He's talking about Mario Kart. Peach is a total bitch. I bet you lose." She explained and grinned.

"We'll see. See you in school tomorrow!" He winked and then ran off towards his home. The next to approach the pair were Quinn, Rachel and Kurt:

" So…the almighty Santana Lopez lost in a game of tug?" Rachel chuckled.

The girls looked at each other and then Brittany bumped their shoulders:

" Gotcha."

She grinned. Santana rolled her eyes while the others laughed.

"Well my girl and I have some unfinished business to attend to. See you tomorrow."

Quinn said while she affectionately rubbed her head on Rachel's shoulder.

"Oh get a room you two!" Santana growled.

She really didn't need to see her friends getting their mack on. Seeing Quinn naked wouldn't be the problem but she didn't want to see a naked Rachel ever again. One week ago she had marched into the Fabray mansion.

She saw no one in the living room so she stalked off towards Quinn's room. Hearing the shower running she expected it to be Quinn so she opened the door and froze on the spot. Quinn had a big shower surrounded by walls made of glass. Santana experienced the see through effect first hand as she stared at one very naked Rachel Berry. Rachel had her back to the door:

" Baby, I said you're not allowed to…" She had turned around and screamed in an octave only Rachel could reach. Ten seconds later Quinn burst in her room her face red from anger and another ten seconds later Santana stood again in front of the Fabray mansion. She swore to herself to never step into Quinn's room without knocking ever again.

Shacking herself of the memory she grinned as the two girls vanished into the thicket. Last but not least was their average gay:

" I'm off, too. I bet dad's going crazy at home. See you two." He chuckled and sped off." Only seconds later Santana's and Brittany's parents came into view:

" Did you make some friends, honey?" Saar Pierce asked her daughter.

Brittany fiercely nodded her head:

" Yeah! They're totally unicorn!" She exclaimed.

"That's very niece. Tomorrow is your first day at school. Uhm…Santana?" Milan turned his gaze to the Latina.

"Yes, Mr. Pierce?"

What could he possibly want from her?

"Please call me Milan. Like your father said we're all family. I see you get along with my daughter very well and…sometimes she gets lost in places she's not familiar with. Could you keep an eye on her tomorrow?"

"DAD!" Brittany whined.

"Of course I can." Santana answered proudly and stole a quick glance at a heavily blushing Brittany.

She had to admit it was pretty cute, even with the fur. She couldn't wait to see a blushing human Brittany.

"All right." Angelo declared.

"Now that everything is settled we should go home Santana. You have school tomorrow, too and I don't wanna know what time it is. It was very nice to meet you Saar and Milan. Brittany too of course. I can't wait for tomorrow when our babies become adults." Maria added.

"I can't wait either." Saar smiled.

"The ritual is going to be around sun set. Make sure to be here, Brittany." Angelo said.

Again the girl nodded. Then she turned to Santana as their parents already made their ways to their respectively homes.

"Till tomorrow then?" she rubbed her muzzle with Santana's and her heart fluttered.

"Yeah…tomorrow." She whispered softly. With one last breath taking smile Brittany turned around and followed her parents. Santana shook her head at dashed home, too.

Later that night Santana lay in her bed her head consumed with thoughts of a blushing, human Brittany. Maybe her day hadn't been so bad at all and now she definitely had two things that made tomorrow unforgettable. Finally becoming an adult and meeting the blonde goddess in her human form.

OoooooOOOOOOOOooooooo

The next morning Santana awoke before her alarm set off. The nervous and excited feeling in the pit of her stomach was even worse than yesterday. Though she didn't know whether it was because of Brittany or the ritual. When her alarm set of at 6:30 she jumped out of bed and went into her bathroom. After a nice long shower she put on her cheerios uniform, grabbed her bag and silently made her way down to the living room.

Her parents took a day off because the ritual. Last night they told their daughter that after the ritual a surprise would await the pups. Well soon to be adults. Santana had begged her parents to tell her what it was but her father just went to bed and her mother gave her a kiss on the cheek before she added in a sing-song voice:

" Goodnight, honey. Can't wait for tomorrow."

After two cups of coffee Santana left the house and sat down on the front steps. It was 7:35.

"Damn it. I bet Quinn forgot that it's her turn today. Or she does some dirty stuff to Rachel again and is plain late." The brunette grumbled.

She jumped when she suddenly heard Quinn's voice:" The later. Sorry, San!"

One minute later Quinn's Mini parked in front of Santana.

"I hope you didn't do it in the car." She hissed as she got in the passenger's seat.

"Don't worry. I would have been totally on time but Rach forgot some music sheets at home so I had to drop her of first."

"Oh…whatever." She grumbled again.

While they drove to school Santana played with the radio when suddenly Nicki Minaj's "HOV Lane" came on.

"Who the fuck is playing music like this at such a time?" Quinn asked as she looked skeptically at the radio.

"I don't care." Santana shrugged. "It's good for waking up!" She grinned and turned the volume up. Both girls grinned as Santana began to dance in her seat.

OoooooOOOOOOOOooooooo

Ten minutes later Santana and Quinn stepped out of the car and onto the parking lot of WMHS. They spotted a very tired looking Puck near his red pick-up that looked like it was about to crumble into pieces at any moment. He wore a checkmate shirt, baggy jeans and well-worn Adidas.

Next to him stood a much more awake looking Kurt complaining that Puck should have used moisturizer in the morning. Puck merely groaned. Kurt wore tightfitting grey trousers, a white shirt and a nice vest above it. As the girls made their way over to the boys Quinn suddenly began to beam.

Santana followed her gaze and spotted Rachel skipping over to them. For once the girl wore something normal. A baby doll dress in a faint yellow. Santana swore she had seen it on Quinn some other day.

"Quinn isn't that…"

But Quinn was already at her girlfriend's side to give her a sweet kiss.

"I missed you, baby." She whispered.

Rachel smiled sweetly:" We haven't seen each other for what? Half an hour?"

Quinn shrugged and kissed her again.

Who was one whipped girlfriend? Yeah…

" So…Santana where is Brittany?" Kurt asked in his girlish voice. In a matter of seconds Santana's face fell.

"Madre de dios! SHIT…Fuck!" she screamed.

"Wow…Are you on your period Lopez?" Puck asked while he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"Shut up! I bet Peach totally kicked your ass last night! And no I'm not." Santana hissed.

"Then what's the problem, San?" Quinn asked confused by her friend's sudden outburst.

"It's just…I totally forgot to tell Britt where we meet every day…and at what time…and I don't have her number. Hell I don't even know how she looks in her human form!" Santana exclaimed.

Her friend's faces formed a perfect "o".

"Don't worry, Santana. I'm sure she found her way to school." Rachel tried to comfort the upset Latina.

"Yeah. I'm sure one of us is going to find her today."Quinn added.

"She looked pretty hot in her wolf form I'm sure I'll recognize her in her human form, too. The Puckasaurus knows what's good."

Santana glared at him as he patted her shoulder.

"We'll find her, San." Kurt said softly.

Santana put a hand through her wavy dark locks and sighed:" I hope so. I promised her yesterday that I would show her around."

"And that's exactly what you're going to do but now it's time for first period."

Everybody groaned but followed Rachel into the main building of WMHS. Santana was lost in her thoughts hence she missed Puck and Kurt waving good-bye as they made their way to their English class and Rachel's parting kiss for Quinn as she sped to math. Santana and Quinn had biology. Their class room was at the other end of the building. Santana was still thinking how she was supposed to find Brittany, her head down and eyes trained to the floor. Suddenly she felt a faint brush on her right hand and everything stopped.

She neither heard Quinn talking nor saw her. She felt like even time stopped. The same unbearable heat that had coursed through her veins 12 years ago consumed her body. Everything in Santana compelled her to turn around. Not really trusting her movements because her legs felt like jelly, her head light and her heart running like she was on speed she very, very slowly turned around.

The first thing she saw was a pair of tattered blue Converse. Her eyes travelled up unbelievable long, toned legs. The person in front of her wore short hot pants and an oversized shirt that was tucked in her leather belt. On the front was duck dressed like a ninja.

Her eyes travelled further up and they widened as she realized an ample chest hidden beneath the shirt. The girl had a delicate collarbone and a fragile looking neck.

Her lips were pale her cheekbones a bit high. When Santana's eyes found the one's of the strange girl she instantly lost herself in them. They were crystal blue and looked like the deepest ocean and highest sky.

Images flooded Santana's head. The girl being still a baby, her first day in kindergarten, her first missing teeth, being teased by taller girls and crying. The girl riding a bicycle in a foreign country, her arms spread out and her long blonde hair flying in the wind a content smile playing around her lips.

In a matter of seconds Santana knew everything the girl had ever experienced. Breaking under the immense pressure of all the feelings and images Santana violently gasped. For some reason she couldn't tear her eyes away from those hypnotizing blue ones in front of her.

Everything for the rest of her life would revolve around these blue eyes. Making the person to whom they belonged laugh in good times and protect it in scary times and cry with it in bad times. Santana would love this person for the rest of her life.

Suddenly her bag crashed on the floor and she slowly made her way over to the stranger. She could hear Quinn's voice calling her name but it sounded so far, far away and she didn't care anyway. Stopping right in front of the girl she felt her breath hitch in her throat. The girl was smiling.

To Santana it was the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. Hell it was the most fucking beautiful thing she had ever seen in her entire life. Slowly she raised a hand to cup the girl's cheek which instantly leaned into her touch. A fire with a whole new intensity spread from Santana's hand through her whole body. It pooled between her legs. Santana had to shiver violently and she saw the other girl shaking slightly.

Santana had absolutely no control over her body as her gaze flickered from the girl's eyes to her pale quivering lips and back again. Ever so slowly Santana tilted her head and leaned in. She saw the girl's eyes flutter close and as her heart sped away at an inhuman speed Santana's did, too.

Even if Santana wanted to stop she couldn't. She was drawn to the girl like a magnet. No power on earth could keep her away from the blonde right now. Right before their lips met Santana whispered

"Brittany…" She was sure she heard her whisper back.

"Santana."

As their lips met the girls felt like they were ready to explode. Their bodies fitted perfectly together. Santana's hands tangled in Brittany's hair and Brittany's hands settled on the smaller girl's hips urging her even closer. Bodies flush against each other they shared the softest, sweetest kiss. Exploring each other's lips tasting the sweetness they found and savoring it forever. Brittany tasted like a rainbow. Unbelievable sweet. Santana tasted like the universe. Like the rain and the wind and fire. However those things tasted.

Feeling the need to taste even more of Santana Brittany let her tongue travel the Latina's upper lip. Soft but probing at the same time. Santana gasped due to the sudden sensation of Brittany sucking at her upper lip and in the next moment her tongue danced with Brittany's to a rhythm buried deep within them. Santana let out a small, desperate moan as Brittany's hands wandered up and down her back, finally resting on her ass.

Who knew the girl could be this bold?

Eventually they had to stop due to the lack of oxygen. Their foreheads pressed together and eyes locked they found everything they ever searched for in each other's eyes.

"Hey." Brittany whispered and smiled bright enough to illuminate the whole school.

A faint blush tainted her cheeks.

"Hi." Santana gasped.

The kiss had left her completely out of breath and unsteady on her feet. Brittany's strong arms around her waist were the only thing keeping her upright. Finally the world came crashing down on the girls. They heard the noises coming from the different classrooms, smelled the sweet spring air that wavered into the building through the opened doors and heard Quinn's rants:

" What the hell are you doing, Santana!?"

It was barely above a whisper but spoken with much force. Quinn looked totally shocked at her best friend and the strange girl. She knew Santana all her life and was pretty sure that the sexy Latina wasn't one to randomly kiss people she had never met before. When she was drunk and on a party and sexually frustrated. Yes.

But not sober at 8:10 am at school.

"Santana!" she hissed again.

Santana reluctantly tore her eyes away from Brittany and entangled herself from the blonde. Taking a firm hold of her new found mate's hand she said:" Quinn. This is Brittany…and I think we just imprinted."

Quinn Fabray's face was priceless.