RATEING: Rated M for some smut in the story and language.
PARING: Brittany/Santana, Puck/Santana, Puck/Santana/Brittany, Brittany/Finn
"your not allowed to see her anymore, shes not one of us"
"im a wolf, shes a wolf..what do you mean not one of us mom?"
"you sweetheart are a good wolf, we are a positive, good pack; Santana..shes apart of a pack that comes from evil, they want to kill us, and they wont stop at anything, shes getting close to you so she can kill you"
.Chapter Two.
Santana stood there looking at her locker and sighed to herself, the blonde she just met she couldn't place it but she swore she had seen her before. Turning the lock she lifted up and the door opened and she put her belongings in there grabbing her notebook and a couple of pencils. Shutting the metal door she turned around but was met with something cold, it was like a iceburg hit her face and it burned. It was no iceburg but a red cherry slushie, laughing started to surround her but she felt someone pull her away, not being able to open her eyes she was unsure of who exactly it was. Bt not knowing anyone at this new school she just either had to trust who ever had her by her arm or fight like hell. The grip on her arm wasn't tight but soothing in a way. Feeling hands on her shoulders being pushed down she sat.
A cold cloth ran over her eyes and she opened them a bit and everything was all blurry.
"Don't open your eyes it will just burn.." A voice, calming voice said to her and she closed them again.
Brittany hated it when the jocks threw the slushies, she never got one in the face because one she was a cheerio but she had a slight idea, she opened her eyes underwater as a kid and the clorene burned like hell but she couldn't imagine this. Wiping everything off the latina's face she helped her up.
"Alright try and open now, but if it stings heres the cold cloth" she said placing it in Santana's hand.
Opening her eyes slowly it burned but she got everything in focus and saw who had lead her into the bathroom, the same blonde she ran into, the same one she knew those eyes from. The girl was just smiling at her softly and only what she could say was a little bit of checking her out. Quinn all the sudden burst through the bathroom doors and looks at her best friend and the new girl.
"Brittany what are you doing with the new girl?"
"Helping her out, no one likes a slushie facial" She stated like she had one herself.
"I ordered it Britt.." Quinn said.
Santana growled a bit and Brittany took a step back and so did Quinn. Suppressing it again the latina stood up and she faced the bitchy head bitch in charge it seemed. Crossing her arms she wasn't afraid of a tiny 100 lb blonde cheerleader, she was a wolf for crying outloud. Shes taken on bears and other vicious packs. So this cheerleader everyone fears she didn't. Of course she was stunned in the hallway, no one expects to turn around and get a slushie thrown in your face.
"you ordered it huh?" Santana walked up to the girl closer, she wasn't going down without a fight really.
"yeah I did, you're the new girl; it's the way its supposed to go. Im head bitch in this school your scum at the bottom of the hiarchy here or maybe you don't even make it, your with the geeks and those gleeks"
"Quinn were in glee club" Brittany said softly.
"but that's different Britt" Quinn said with a tilt of her head and a small smile at her best friend.
Turning her attention back to the girl who was constantly trying to push her buttons Q just stood there with her arms cross over her chest, her Cheer uniform sitting pretty on her rocking body. Brittany could tell this could get ugly fast.
"Oh no please, not violence. I hate violence" Brittany thought to herself, hoping that small message got to Quinn.
Unfortunately it didn't and the latina got right in the blonde cheerleaders face, her eyes glaring holes into the head cheerleader. Red slushie staining the front of her brand new concert tee she got a month ago. Bringing her thumb up to her mouth the tall blonde bit her her nail nervously and watched as Quinn picked her hands up and out of the crossing and shoved the latina back. Santana pushed her back harder, which Q only did again.
"QUINN! Stop! Please! Stand down"
The dancer remembered her status in the pack. Which only could be permanently sealed this Saturday when she could change whenever she wanted. Growing up she was always uncertain of her place since she was two colors, a alpha white and a blonde pack member. When she was 15 the council wanted to see hehr and decided on her 16th birthday like every other wolf she would turn again. Elders decided since little Brittany was all white when she was six years of age and grew in the blonde that she was in fact a alpha female. The blonde didn't see herself much of an alpha really so she often forgot her destined spot in the pack. Brittany put her hand down and her hands made small fists as she looked at the other blonde in the bathroom. When Quinn looked over and saw Brittany she took a step back but put on her bitch face. P{ointing in Santana's direction Quinn spoke again before turning her back.
"You better watch your back new girl"
Q walked out of the bathroom with her head held high and she walked to the lockers adjacent to the door and waited for Brittany to come out. Brittany sighed and gave Santana a new shirt she had in her duffle bag from cheerleading. Walking to the door herself she turned and looked at the latina and watched as the latina discarded of her soiled red shirt into the trash.
"that fucking bitch, I cant believe she ordered a SLUSHIE! Who does that! My god im going to-" Getting thrown out of her internal talking brown eyes bet blue when she looked in the mirror.
She coudnt describe it but it seemed like the blonde was sorry even though she didn't order the damn thing.
"It gets better I promise..but if you don't want another one of those, jocks are the only level that don't get them..they just order them like I order ice cream on a cold day" Shrugging she smiled a bit.
"Like me and Quinn, we don't get them cause were on the cheerios"
"I can take care of myself thanks" San spat back at the blonde looking at her though the mirror.
"I don't have any doubts about that, just hard when you have that red number everyone talks about in your eyes"
Santana pulled the WMHS shirt that was a bit small for her over her head. It definitely did show off her upper curves though, showing a little cleavage which didn't hurt at all, thank god for V-Necks. The two girls still had their gaze on one another, Brittanys sometimes slipped to the mass amount of cleavage spilling out of Santanas shirt. Santana's eyes also slipped to those long legs of the blondes.
"you mean red dye number 40?" San said after the gazing stopped for a little bit.
"I guess, I don't know why they have numbers, maybe the forget what order they go in" Brittany said with a sweet smile but a confused one at the same time.
Pushing the door open to the hallway Britt slipped out and saw Quinn leaning on lockers across the hall. Walking over Brittany just looked at Quinn.
"Cant believe im top bitch here and I can boss you around but you're a fucking alpha female in the pack and you can always boss me around, so not fair Brittany"
"Not my fault your color isn't important Q"
"Were both blonde Brittany" Quinn said as the two started to walk slowly.
"Im white and blonde, your just blonde, big difference obviously"
Scoffing, Quinn walked the halls of McKinley with her best friend beside her. Little did they know a certain badass was listening in on their conversation around the corner. He was from the new pack that moved to Lima, and that pack was on a misson to take these do gooders down. There was no slushie in order for him since he had seemed to make it on the football team the first day there.
BSWOLF! BSWOLF! BSWOLF! BSWOLF
"You know, sometimes people forget you're an alpha female, I hope you know that; maybe you should try and be more focused and not so damn stupid, cause obviously your not..well not when its about wolf matters" Quinn stated.
"I get it Q, your upset they said I was an alpha but I was born a WHITE WOLF, I wolf wist know im not stupid but I would like to use lost in everyday activities" Brittany starting to tear up.
The blonde always knew she was slow, there was the day when she was a wolf pup and spent a good amount of time barking at a rock. She got things flipped around constantly, math was horrible, she thought pie ment you actually got to eat pie and do math at the same time but somehow it just consisted of numbers. But she never actually thought her best friend would call her STUPID to her face or at all.
Going to their separate classes Santana was just coming out of the bathroom when a mohawked boy approached her. Walking with her he had his hands in his pockets and just looked over at the latina. For one the boy couldn't stop staring at her chest.
"Puckerman, stop looking at my chest alright and what do you want anyways"
"I know who that exisiting pack leader is, or one of the alphas.." He said quietly.
Pulling him by his buff arm Santana pushed him against the wall in a hall that looked somewhat unused. Glaring at him she puched him in the arm. Bringing his free hand up he rubbed the spot where e hit.
"what the hell Lopez"
"what the hell? Are you serious? You want to be an asset to me now Puck, tell me who it is and remember not everyone here is part would you fucking idiot"
"Im not big on rules you know that.."
"Im YOUR ALPHA FEMALe…manwhore who is it so we can actually go to class"
"Its that hot blonde..the tall one who dragged you into the bathroom.." Smirking Puck was thinking about all the things the two girls could have been doing and how Brittany was helping Santana. Which resulted as a jab in the ribs.
It couldn't be that ditzy blonde, how could she be an alpha. Although Santana's parents were surprised when she turned at six years old and was a jet black wolf indicating she herself was a alpha. The boy probably got it wrong, it was probably that bitch Quinn. She seemed like she was alpha worthy and she had to get close to her to destroy her. Smirking to herself Santana walked off leaving Puck against the wall. The latina walked down the halls of McKinley and came to the sports end of the school and stopped infront of a door that read COACH SYLVESTER. Knocking, San heard a prominent COME IN and she did just that. Sitting there at a desk when she walked in was who she presumed was the coach.
"Coach Sylvester? Im Santana Lopez, id like to try out for the cheerios" Grinning the coach just looked at her.
Now all she had to do was get on and get close to Quinn and destroy her, not to mention get close to Brittany, there was something in those eyes of hers she wanted and needed.
Alright there ya go! another chapter!
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