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Quinn sprinted barefoot down the roadway crowded by warm bodies jostling and shoving to escape the sound of gunfire and the tortured yowling of those that had fallen in the crossfire. To her back lay the once beloved capital of her small planet, engulfed in flames. The roar from the massive blaze was audible even miles from the city and the sweltering heat bore down on the young Felindaen, pushing her faster from her home.

A sudden jolt from a passing Felindae, mewling Kitten clutched protectively to his chest, sent the teenager stumbling to the hard ground. Hundreds of feet scuffled and trampled around her prone form, some landing mere centimeters from her head. With tears of fright streaming down her soot streaked features, she attempted to regain her footing, only to be shoved back down. With each failed attempt to move, the sounds of gunfire and explosions neared. She cried out in pain when a fleeing citizen stomped on her tail in their haste to escape the carnage. She finally managed to stand and risked a glance over her shoulder.

A panicked whimper escaped her throat when she caught sight of hover vehicles only meters from her location. They skimmed over the crowd, the masked figures on board raining down a hail of ion pellets on the innocent individuals. A piercing scream broke her fixation on the intruders as a female adolescent near her was hit and fell to the ground lifelessly. She swallowed the bile rising in her throat and turned to flee certain death when she came face to face with a menacing black mask.

"My, my. Aren't you a pretty one?"

The creature's breath was rank. Ears flush against her golden locks, Quinn hissed at the armed figure, trying, but failing to break free of his grasp on her left wrist. He chuckled lowly.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere, my sweet. But don't worry; I don't want to kill you… yet."

Quinn had heard what these monsters did to young females if they were captured. Her heartbeat was in her ears and every nerve in her body was on edge. She growled at her captor before swiping across his face with her unsheathed claws, satisfied when she heard the thick material of his mask ripping and caught sight of the dark green fluid dripping from the wounds.

"You bitch!"

Gloved hands flew to cover the gashes and the Felindae took the opportunity to wrench herself away, pushing through the panicked crowd and throwing herself into the deep drainage ditch to the side of the roadway. Rolling to absorb the impact when she hit the ground, she recovered quickly and scrambled up the far side, wanting nothing more than to hide herself in the dense trees only meters away. The footfalls behind her were getting ever closer…


"Oh my god, Furball, will you stop fucking meowing and wake the fuck up?"

Golden eyes snapped open in alarm and within the second, Santana found herself pinned to the bed, sharp claws prickling at her throat. Dark eyes stared up at the extraterrestrial in momentary shock before a devious smirk took over her exotic features.

"Wanky, wanky, Kitty Q. I didn't think you'd be a top."

Blonde ears perked up, before swiveling back again as a dark flush colored Quinn's face. She mumbled an embarrassed apology and crawled off the other girl, sitting primly on the edge of the bed. 6:00 blared in bright red on the alarm clock resting on the night stand.

"Why are you here an hour and a half early?"

She turned to face the girls with a raised eyebrow and jumped when Santana dropped a bulging red and black duffle bag on her bed.

"We can't let you walk into the school with us if you don't look sexy. Can't have the whole school thinking we hang out with a weirdo in our spare time."

An hour later, Quinn was finally allowed to look in the mirror. Her golden locks were freshly curled. Light, but sensible makeup enhanced her delicate features, and she was garbed in a light blue shirt dress with tights (thankfully Brittany had added holes for her tail). She blinked at her reflection. She almost looked human. Well, except for the ears and tail.

"You look so hot."

Quinn fought the blush and examined the lace up ankle boots Santana had brought for her to wear.

"…Thanks Brittany."

"If I weren't dating Santana, I'd totally have sexytimes with you."

The shorter blonde's eyebrows were almost in her hairline and Santana couldn't help but snort at her incredulous expression.

"I think you broke her, babe. But I gotta hand it to you, Furby, you look good enough to hang with the sexyness that is me and Britts."

"Thanks?"

"We'll work on your cutthroat attitude later."


When Judy told Quinn that she had arranged for her to be enrolled at the local high school, she hadn't had the heart to tell the excited woman that it was unnecessary for her to continue her education on Earth. As an adolescent she had already been taught most of what the average American human learned through graduate school. It was only one of the added bonuses of her species using more than ten percent of their brains. Still, she could use a distraction. She supposed making some friends her own age and joining a couple of clubs would be a good one.

She was seriously rethinking the whole distraction thing as she looked at the looming building before her. The two cheerleaders flanking her were somewhat reassuring, however she honestly had no idea how the other teenagers at the school were going to react to her lineage. If Earth didn't work out, she didn't know where else she could go.

Santana noticed the blonde's worried frown and slightly downturned ears and lightly bumped shoulders with the girl.

"Relax, Whiskers, Britts and me are the most badass bitches in this dump. Anyone messes with you, they mess with us."

Quinn nodded, feeling a little more confident. She remembered the pep speech Santana had given her on the way to school and entered the building, head and ears held high, tail swishing gracefully behind her. The moment the trio entered the front hallway, the students milling throughout it fell completely silent. All eyes were on the young alien who was gripping her messenger bag strap so tightly her knuckles were white and shifting under the collective stare uncomfortably. She took a deep breath before squaring her shoulders and flattening her ears, her tail twitching menacingly.

"What are you looking at?"

The intensity of her hazel glare and her sharp barred teeth were enough the send the gawking teenagers gathered in the crowded hall scrambling to their home rooms. She sighed, willing herself to calm down and turned to the Latina at her side.

"Nice one, Q," Santana nodded, looking impressed. "I knew you had it somewhere in there. Now I need to teach you to use hurtful quips along with your natural intimidation factor. I think it's the teeth."

Quinn rolled her eyes with a small smile.

"I don't want to be mean all the time."

"This is high school. Harass or be harassed. It's that simple. Now let's go find your locker, Garfield."


Quinn shut her locker after placing all of her belongings excluding her notebook and pencil bag in the metal box, looking around the hallway nervously. Santana and Brittany had since disappeared to their own lockers. She rubbed her temples. She already had a pounding headache and classes hadn't even begun. So many smells and noises filled the space, all amplified by her heightened Felindae senses. A beefy male wearing a letterman jacket and far too much cologne leered at her in passing as she tried not to vomit. She scanned the hall for her only acquaintances in the building and frowned when she noticed a shadow had fallen on her.

The alien almost jumped out of her skin when she noticed the woman standing next to her. Donned in a bright red track suit, the woman with cropped blonde hair and sharp blue eyes towered over her. Quinn's tail almost immediately darted between her legs. She squeaked in surprise when she suddenly found herself with an armful of uniform identical to Santana's and Brittany's.

"You're on the Cheerios. Fourth and fifth period; don't be late. I expect you to be wearing this uniform tomorrow morning and every school day here forward so everyone knows you're mine. Particularly one William Schuester." She put a firm hand on Quinn's shoulder, smiling down at the teenager condescendingly. "You know Quinn, when I heard there was a whole planet out there populated by freakish cat people, I knew I had to have one on my squad. I considered cloning myself several times to fill the empty spots created by the seniors who, regrettably, graduated, but since the government declared my personal operation highly illegal and dangerous, an alien who has the sharp reflexes of a puma is the next best thing." She stepped back, giving the younger girl a final once over and grinning smugly. "Welcome to the squad. Don't disappoint me."

Quinn stared after the coach, her jaw slack and brow furrowed. She had no clue what had just happened. She was almost certain she should be offended by the woman's words, however she was too terrified of the coach to be resentful. She didn't know what cheerleading entailed, but she knew without a doubt that she would be in the gym during fourth period to avoid the woman's wrath.


Thankfully, she had homeroom with Santana and Brittany with whom she had finally been reunited. They sat at a shared desk in front of her, giggling and touching hands as Quinn sat at her own desk, frowning at her new "friends" for ignoring her. Her scowl only deepened when an unfamiliar boy with a mohawk and lecherous grin took the seat next to her. Her upper lip curled; the boy reeked of sex. Her tailed twitched and her ears swiveled back as she glared at the stranger. Unfortunately, her new seat mate took no notice to her discomfort and instead chose to lean across the desk and tug Santana's ponytail. Quinn's nose wrinkled when the boy's armpit ended up in her face.

The Latina turned in her seat with a sneer and intent to cut the boy down that quickly turned into an amused smirk when she noticed the expression on the face of the girl seated next to him. Quinn looked so utterly disgusted and scandalized by the boy sitting next to her that Santana couldn't help but chuckle a little at the situation.

"Puckerman, get your smelly pits outta my girl's face!"

The boy frowned and looked to his left. A grin took over his confusion and he openly checked out the blonde seated next to him, mouth dropping open when he noticed her half rotated ears.

"What are you?"

Quinn rolled her eyes, not having the patience to deal to deal with ignorant Neanderthals.

"I am Felindaen. You have no idea what that means, do you?" The wide-eyed boy shook head, his gaze following the movement of her tail warily. "It means that I am of a more advanced species, both physically and mentally. I am from the planet Sphinxus Rex. True, I am more closely related to the domesticated cat than I am to humans, but don't let that fool you. I can almost guarantee I am stronger than you, plus I have retractable claws and razor sharp teeth that give me even more of an edge. I also have an excellent sense of smell. I can smell that you likely didn't shower last night. I can also smell that you're slightly attracted to me, despite the ears and tail, but that you're mostly terrified. And if I catch you checking me out again, I will personally make sure you are forever sterile. You can call me Quinn. Puckerman, was it?"

Santana almost squealed in delight before she reminded herself that squealing was decidedly not badass.

"Isn't she awesome?"

Brittany nodded emphatically.

"Totally awesome."

The boy opened and closed his mouth a few times before hesitantly smiling.

"Noah Puckerman, but everybody calls me Puck."

Puck tried to turn down the sleaze for the new student. He was a major player, sure, and he needed sex with hot babes to live, but after the Felindae's words of wisdom, he had decided that although it was not in his best interest to pursue her, they could be buds. He had always thought Catwoman would make an awesome wingman. She was hot and she could kick someone's ass if need be. He figured Quinn was probably the closest he would ever get.

Quinn eyed Puck warily when he took her books from her as they stood to leave homeroom. She really hoped that he had received her message clearly earlier and she didn't want to have to be more forceful than need be. He offered her a genuine smile and his arm.

"Hey, I got the memo, I'm not gonna try to get in your pants. I just want to be friends. You're new so you probably don't have many."

Quinn hesitated a moment longer before tentatively looping her arm through Puck's and allowing him to lead her to her next class. She had to admit that it felt pretty good to know a few people at her new school. With so many unfamiliar sights, sounds and smells, Santana, Brittany, and Puck were like beacons of hope in her new world. She offered the boy at her side a grateful smile that widened when he safely deposited the blonde at her next class. She thanked him before entering the classroom, her eyes scanning over the colorful scientific posters plastered to the cinderblock walls as she looked for an empty seat at one of the several lab tables throughout the room.

The occupants of the tables whispered and giggled as she passed. She caught words like "freak" and "weird" in their conversations and slunk morosely past those tables. She was about to take a seat at a table where three friendly looking girls wearing Cheerios uniforms were sitting laughing at what a boy at the table had said. She was taken aback when the girl closest her sat her bag on the stool Quinn was about to take with a nasty sneer.

"No pets allowed at this table."

Quinn frowned as the girl was high fived by her friends who were smirking and laughing at her. She sighed and turned away from the table, trying not to let her hurt feelings show. She growled quietly under her breath and clenched her fists, resigning herself to sit at a small desk in the corner alone.

"Hey! Come sit with us!" She looked around until she caught sight of a rather feminine looking boy waving her over to the table.

Nervously, she approached the table where the boy who had called her over was sitting along with an African American girl, a tall Asian boy, and a blonde boy who was animatedly conversing with his tablemates. She hesitantly smiled at the four as she reached the table. To her surprise the girl grabbed her hand and tugged her onto an empty stool as the other three beamed excitedly at her.

"Girl, what were you thinking trying to sit with those snooty Sue Sylvester wannabes? You must be Quinn. I'm Mercedes."

Quinn blinked.

"You know my name?"

The boy who had waved her over nodded.

"Of course we know your name, sweetie. Santana told everyone in Glee you would be coming today." He frowned. "Then she told us that she would personally disembowel and burn the innards of anyone who gave you hell. I'm Kurt, by the way. And this is Mike."

He gestured to the Asian boy who nodded.

"She can be really scary."

Quinn's eyebrows raised.

"Santana said that?"

Kurt chuckled.

"She's a bitch but she has her moments."

The boy with the shaggy blonde and abnormally large lips held out his hand with a crooked smile.

"Sam. You're joining the Glee club, right?"

Quinn cleared her throat and looked down at her lap.

"Um, Santana said I had to because Brittany likes it." She looked up at her tablemates. "And you're all in it, so I guess I am."

She offered the teens a small smile and giggled when the faces around her all lit up.

"I guess she warned you about my… appearance since you're not shocked by…" She trailed off gesturing at her ears. "Everyone else seems to be."

Kurt shook his head.

"She did tell us that you looked like, and I quote, 'the product of an ill-fated one night stand between Grace Kelly and Mufasa.' But to be honest, our club's a sort of home for outsiders so we're not surprised by much anymore. Though you're probably the least conventional interplanetary student McKinley's seen."

Quinn blushed.

"Thank you for accepting me. To be honest, I didn't think anyone would."

Mercedes just chuckled.

"Girl, this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."


Fourth period. Cheerios. Damn that track suited devil and her evil bullhorn. Quinn was thankful for her training in gymnastics; without it she would have been completely lost. Coach Sylvester made sure to put the feline through the paces and the blonde teenager delivered. Thrown into the air time and time again, Quinn twisted and turned, performed sky splits and kicks, always landing perfectly back into the arms of her fellow Cheerios. By the end of practice, even the girls who had rejected her in biology were regarding her with grudging respect, though she was the butt of their jokes once again when she was forced to blow dry her tail after her shower. A glare from cheerleading captain Santana was enough to quiet them. She somehow managed to be intimidating even when she was clad only in a towel.

"Wear your uniform for the rest of the day. You'll get less crap that way."

Freshly showered, she followed Santana and Brittany into the lunchroom now donned in her Cheerios uniform. She had to admit that the heavily starched, form fitting top and revealing skirt made her feel powerful. Now when eyes immediately fixated on her upon entering a room, she could pretend to attribute it to the red, black and white uniform she was sporting and not her ears and tail.

"Where are those singing losers sitting? Quinn needs to meet them so she can be prepared to be annoyed all the time."

"She means that she wants you to have friends and she's excited for Glee this afternoon."

Santana only rolled her eyes and dragged Brittany towards a circular table where Kurt, Mercedes, Sam, Mike and a few others Quinn didn't recognize were seated. Quinn followed, unsure how Brittany had interpreted that from Santana's rudeness. She sent the few teenagers she knew small grins as she took a seat between Kurt and Mike.

The gangly, dark haired boy offered her a warm smile. He lightly elbowed the Asian girl on his other side.

"This is the math whiz I was telling you about." He turned to Quinn and gestured at the girl he had addressed seconds before. "Quinn, this is my girlfriend, Tina."

The blonde returned the girl's warm smile and exchanged pleasantries before turning her gaze back to Mike, prompting him to introduce her to the others at the table.

"Oh! That's Sugar, he's Artie, and the tall one is Finn."

The boy pointed in turn to a spoiled looking girl wearing a sneer to rival Santana's, a bespectacled boy in a wheelchair, and a giant sitting across from her looking more like a gassy infant than a high school student.

"Where's Rachel?" Kurt questioned the sulking giant.

"How should I know?"

The boy had only spoken four words, however his whiny tone had begun grating on her already worn thin nerves. He opened his mouth to speak again, but Quinn only caught bits and pieces because the cafeteria door had opened and the most incredible thing the Felindae had ever seen walked in.

Her heart began fluttering wildly as the short statured brunette entered the large room. Her chestnut locks gleamed and her chocolate eyes sparkled in the fluorescent lighting . Confidence seemed to roll off of her in waves; in her walk, her toothy smile, and her proud posture. Quinn's chest tightened. She shouldn't feel things for a human, much less a human female. However, the attraction was undeniable. She tried to convince herself that it didn't matter anyway because she would likely never speak to the girl when the brunette approached the table and gracefully sat in the remaining empty seat next to Finn. Quinn's stomach dropped as she averted her gaze.

"I saved a seat for you, Rach." The giant oaf spoke.

"I noticed. Thank you, Finn." The girl's voice, Rachel, she had inferred, sent chills down her spine.

The too tall boy smiled stupidly and moved to put his arm around the brunette's shoulders. Quinn immediately felt unwarranted jealousy at the gesture, her ears turning back and her tail beginning to twitch slightly. Her ire was short lived, however, because Rachel shrugged the embrace away.

"Finn! We separated last week. Just because you saved a seat for me next to you does not mean that I forgive you for your blatant insensitivity."

The oaf looked flabbergasted.

"I don't know what blatant means… But I was a good boyfriend! I cut back on my Halo time and I didn't even pressure you for, you know… stuff." Kurt subtly gagged next to Quinn and Mike covered up his snort with a cough. "Why can't you give me another chance? I don't even know what you're mad about really…"

"Finn, we're never- You know what? This isn't going to work. Kurt? Do you mind sitting next to your brother? Maybe you can get through his thick skull."

Quinn watched the exchange with interest, munching on the chicken sandwich and raw broccoli Judy had packed for her. It wasn't until Kurt was rising from his seat that she realized that Rachel would be switching with him. She barely prevented projectile spewing her water across the table. Santana looked at her suspiciously. She shook her head at the Latina, sighing in relief when the girl turned her attention back to Brittany.

She swallowed hard when Rachel took her new seat. Quinn relaxed slightly when it seemed the girl was going to take no notice to the stranger sitting at the table. Instead Rachel first glared at Finn then spoke to Kurt, now seated across the table.

"Where's Blaine today? Is he ill?"

"No. He's in the library working on an English paper. Oh, Quinn! You must meet my boyfriend, Blaine. He's fabulous!"

Quinn's ears perked up and she cursed her new friend for directing the attention of the table to her. Including the attention of the girl seated next to her. The painfully beautiful girl seated next to her. Realizing that Kurt was waiting for an answer and was likely assuming she was just as homophobic as the rest of her people, she cleared her throat.

"I'd really like that."

She couldn't help but return the smile when the boy beamed at her, but her smile faded when she noticed Rachel scrutinizing her. She nervously turned her head to regard the girl, finding her features all the more breathtaking up close. Inhaling deeply, she extended her hand.

"I'm Quinn."

Her ears pricked forward waiting for a response. Rachel's eyes followed the movement and Quinn's heart dropped. Was this girl going to be like so many others in her new school? She began to retract her hand, blinking back the tears burning her eyes when she felt a soft hand grip her own.

"Rachel Berry. I'm sorry for staring it's just- You're really beautiful."

Quinn's cheeks flushed red and she ducked her head.

"…Thank you."

Rachel smiled softly at the blonde, her chocolate gaze setting the butterflies in Quinn's stomach free.

"Are you joining Glee?"

"I think so, you all seem really great."

Rachel's smile widened.

"Wonderful! We have a practice after school today."

Quinn could feel herself becoming lost in Rachel's eyes when the bell rang, dropping the room into pandemonium.

"I'll be there."

Rachel gathered up her lunchbox, sending one more dazzling smile Quinn's way.

"I look forward to seeing you."


"What was up with you and Berry during lunch today?"

The remainder of Quinn's classes had gone off without a hitch. She was currently following Brittany and Santana through the quickly emptying halls to Glee practice.

Quinn frowned.

"Who?"

Santana rolled her eyes.

"Treasure Trail, Hobbit, Man Hands? No? How about the midget who sat next to you at lunch?"

"Rachel? What do you mean?"

Santana stopped in her tracks and spun around to face the blonde.

"First off it's anything but Rachel. Second of all, I am talking about your weird eye sex. You looked like you were about to jump her."

Quinn blushed.

"I don't know what you're referring to."

Santana scoffed.

"Oh, come on. You were practically undressing her with your eyes."

Quinn's ears shot back.

"Can we not have this conversation now?"

Santana held her hands up with a smirk.

"Woah, Fluffy. I would be a hypocrite if I got down on you for loving the ladies." She trailed off when the blonde barred her teeth at her. "Fine, we'll talk about it after school, but you're not getting out of this conversation."