The Wings of A Griffin
Summary:
The sound of her heart drew me in from across the bar, her dark griffin eyes digging into my soul as mine met them. Her beauty stunned me and I couldn't breathe. Then she smiled and I knew - I belong to the wings of a griffin. G!P and Griffin Santana.
Disclaimer:
I do not own Glee or any of its characters and everything in this story is purely fiction. None of the material in this story is to be published anywhere else by anyone else without my written permission.
Warnings:
Strong language; Strong sexual content; Violence but will be warned before each instance of it.
-T.W.O.A.G-
The Wings of A Griffin
Chapter 1: The Myth
"Another round of d-blood over here!" A deep, male voice roared from inside the bar followed by a loud cheer. Brittany frowned and squeezed Kurt's hand, gaining his attention as they waited in line with Rachel and Finn.
"What's d-blood?" She asked as the line moved.
"Deer blood." Kurt answered and chuckled as Brittany scrunched up her nose, "I had the same reaction when Blaine told me what it was and, to be honest, it's not my favorite. But the griffins love it because this bar got it imported in from the forest in Montana."
"So, it's blood from an actual deer?"
"Yeah. Some of the drinks here have synthetic blood but those are mainly for the vampires." Kurt said, "It's pretty difficult to get real human blood that's enough to feed even one hungry vamp."
"Is there anything sold here that's good?" Brittany asked.
"I really love the meergaritas." Kurt said, "You actually may like them. They're really sweet. The deer blood is strong and I find it too rich."
"Like a heavy red wine?" Brittany asked.
"God, no. D-blood's better than red wine." Rachel added in, "You know what, when we get in there, I'm gonna buy you a long island d-blood. Trust me, they're great starter drinks."
"Don't have a VDB. Those get you really drunk." Finn said with a nod, "I love them."
"What's in that?" Brittany asked.
"Deer bones crushed into a powder mixed with vodka. It sounds nasty but it's actually really good." Kurt said, "But, if you're not a fan of straight vodka, you won't like it. Go with the long island. It's perfect for a first timer."
"Next." Said the bouncer at the door. The four of them moved forward and Rachel took out a feather and two gold chrimata.
"Four, please." She mumbled.
"What is that?" Brittany asked Kurt.
"Money. The mythical beings call it chrimata." Kurt answered, "And the feather is Rachel's. Every griffin has different feathers so, to get in you give one of your feathers or the vampires show their fangs. I have one of Blaine's feathers too but they know me well enough to know I'm his mate. Human mates give in one of their mate's feathers."
"Okay, in we go!" Rachel said excitedly, "Britt, I'm so excited for you to meet everyone. You already know Blaine, of course, but I can't wait for you to meet the rest of the flight."
Brittany giggled at Rachel's eagerness as the small brunette grabbed her arm and pulled her further inside with a squeal.
"There they are. Puck! Blaine!" Rachel squealed to the two men sitting at the bar as she pulled Brittany around the tables and chairs and smiled at the men, "Hey! This is Brittany. Remember, Puck, I told you about her? She's in my theory class at Myers."
"Oh, yeah!" Puck, the one with the mohawk, said with a smile as he put down his d-blood and pulled the blonde into a hug, "I'm Noah Puckerman. You can call me whatever you want as long as it's not mean. It's great to finally meet you, Brittany. Rachel says you're great."
"It's nice to meet you too, Noah." Brittany said and smiled as Blaine hugged her and then pecked her cheek, "Hey, handsome, how've you been?"
"Good, actually. I'm so glad you came." He said with a smile in his mate's direction over Brittany's shoulder, "Hi, sweetie."
"Where's Santana?" Rachel asked with a frown, one tiny hand on Finn's back as he leaned onto the bar and ordered drinks.
"She went to take a leak. It's Friday, so, all the vamps are taking a break from babysitting the baby vamps. The line to the bathroom was long." Puck told her and she nodded, touching Brittany's arm to get her attention.
"Santana is the king of our flight. You know how we went over that in class the other day. Every flight has its king. She's ours. Her father was king before her and his father before him. It runs in the bloodline." Rachel said, "Her first born that has a penis will be king next."
"Yeah, I remember reading that in the text book." Brittany said with a nod as Finn slid a long island d-blood in front of her. Her eyes widened and Rachel chuckled.
"Taste it. But, drink it slowly. It's not virgin." She instructed and Brittany nodded, sipping her drink through the straw and letting it settle on her taste buds. She blinked and swallowed before giving Rachel a smile.
"It's good. I like it." She said and Rachel squealed happily.
"Come on, let's go to the booth. Our flight always has the same booth." Rachel said, linking her arm through Brittany's and leading her through the crowd. They got to the booth covered in black leather on the other side of the bar and Rachel and Brittany slid in followed by Kurt, then Blaine. Finn slid in on the other side of Rachel and Puck slid in next to him, "It's so much easier to hear what people are saying in the booths so, when the bar opened, Santana spoke to the manager and reserved this one."
"So, are all the people here like a mix of every creature?" Brittany asked, "Like, griffins, phoenixes, vampires, dragons, basilisks?"
"Dragons and basilisks aren't welcome at The Myth." A raspy voice said causing Brittany to look to where the dancing was happening. Standing at the table was the most beautiful woman Brittany had ever laid eyes on. Her dark, raven hair fell across her shoulder in straightened perfection, her make-up light and natural, her outfit choice perfect for her frame; a loose hanging black t-shirt with one sleeve off the shoulder and black skinny jeans to match along with simple black heels.
The woman slid into the booth next to Puck and threw one leg over the other as Brittany stared, dumb-struck, at her. The blonde's mouth tried to form words as her eyes fixated themselves on the woman's dark ones. She was captivated by the exquisite beauty sitting across from her; the woman's eyes sinking into her own giving her an unfamiliar want.
"San, this is Brittany. I told you about her. She's in my theory class at Myers." Rachel introduced the two, completely oblivious to the situation, "Brittany, this is our king, Santana."
Santana reached her delicate and perfect hand across the table to shake Brittany's, "Santana Lopez. And you're Brittany...?"
"P-Pierce. Pierce, Brittany Pierce." Brittany stuttered out as she shook the woman's hand. Santana had a hint of a smile on her bee stung lips and she gave a pale hand the tiniest of affectionate squeezes before taking her hand back and calling over a waiter.
"Pierce as in Wayne Pierce? Is your father a doctor for mythical creatures?" Santana asked and Brittany nodded, clearing her throat.
"Yeah, he has a practice just outside Fallwing Forest." Brittany told her, wrapping her shaking hands around her drink.
"I know. I live in Fallwing. He's my doctor." Santana said, "As I was saying: dragons and basilisks aren't welcome here. Only griffins, phoenixes and vamps. But, not baby vamps."
"Because all the mates are human and they're too young to control their urges and might try to feed on one of the mates?" Brittany asked and Santana's expression became one of surprise.
"Exactly. Yeah." She confirmed with a nod as the waiter came up. She turned her head toward him and then took her eyes off Brittany to speak, "Two VDB's but could you add d-blood to one of them?"
"Sure. Anything else?" The waiter asked and the flight shook their heads.
"That's it, Ryder, thanks." Santana said and the boy walked away, "That's Ryder Lynn. He's a phoenix and so is the barman, David. I take it this is your first time here?"
"Yeah. Rachel brought me." Brittany said with a nod.
"I know." Santana said gently, her lips staying in a pout after she'd spoken. She smiled softly at the girl and watched her immediately calm, "You take classes at Myers, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"What's your major?" Santana asked.
"Mythology." Brittany replied, "I wanna be a teacher."
"What year?"
"Mine? Or what year do I wanna teach?"
"Both," Santana chuckled.
"Um, well, I'm in my first year. I took a gap after high school. And I wanna teach all the grades. I don't believe in focusing on one because I don't believe that's fair to the other grades." Brittany said and Santana smiled, eyes focused on the girl in interest. She nodded slowly and tapped her fingers on the table, her nails making a soft drumming noise on the wood, "What about you? What do you wanna do for a living?"
"I'm focusing on being a trainer." Santana said, "The griffin trainer, Shelby Corcoran, is taking me for extra classes to teach me how to do what she does. Basically it's teaching griffins how to fly, run, change into griffin form without ripping any clothes, how to change back into human form, etcetera, etcetera."
"You guys can change without ripping clothes?" Brittany asked, "I didn't know that."
"Yeah." Santana confirmed, "Our clothes always rip if we're changing into our griffins in an urgency. Like, for battle. That makes it easier to move and fight but, if we're changing just for the sake of it, our clothes don't rip. Well, they do if you don't know how to prevent them from ripping but, yeah."
Ryder placed two VDB's in front of Santana in half glasses and one was tinted red. She mumbled a thanks and tipped him one gold chrimata before he walked away. Santana then slid the VDB with d-blood in it across the table to Brittany.
"The d-blood makes it less alcoholic." Santana mumbled and gave the blonde a wink.
"Thanks." Brittany said gratefully, "So, um, what made you wanna be a trainer?"
"She's top of our flight." Puck butted in while the others busied themselves conversing in the group, "She has flying, running, shifting and landing down to a tee. You name it, she can do it."
"Yeah? Impressive." Brittany said with an impressed nod.
"Not just that, though. I mean, sure, I'm good at it but I'm interested in teaching other griffins how to do it because, for me, knowing I helped someone be the best griffin they can be is the best feeling." Santana said.
"She also has three lion paws as opposed to two. And she only has one set of talons." Blaine added.
"What does that mean? I've never heard of that." Brittany asked, curious.
"It means the lion in her is strong - she's a true king." Puck said, "And she has the biggest wings out of all of us. Which means she's a good leader. In your last year you'll learn about it. She's the only griffin that has three lion paws and one set of talons so, her children are gonna be fierce. They'll all probably be great runners as opposed to great fliers."
"You were a paw, right San?" Rachel asked and Santana shook her head.
"Nope. I was a feather. But my dad was a paw and so was his dad." Santana answered.
"What?" Brittany asked, confused.
"When a female is pregnant with a griffin, during the course of her pregnancy a small scar will form on her belly of either a lion paw or an eagles feather. If the scar is a paw, the baby's strength will be running but if the scar's a feather, the baby's strength will be flying." Kurt informed her, "Santana was a feather so her strength should be flying but because her father was a paw and his father was a paw, she's strong in both."
"Oh, so, does the scar stay after the baby's born?" Brittany asked.
"No. It disappears within the time that the mother stays at the hospital with the baby." Rachel told her, "I was a feather. Blaine and Puck were paws."
"Do your kids usually take after you?"
"Yeah, but, Santana's blood is strong which is why she was a feather. That means that her kids could be a paw or a feather - not just one for all of them." Rachel said and picked up her d-blood, taking a sip.
"So, you're like, a legit king." Brittany mumbled in awe and Santana chuckled.
"Yeah, I guess." She said, "My flight is the most important thing in the world to me. Family comes first always."
"I like that." Brittany said with a smile as she sipped her VDB, "I like this too."
"Good, I'm glad. I thought you would." Santana said, "You've got good taste. That's the most popular drink in the bar."
"Is it supposed to make you hungry?" Brittany askes after downing half the VDB. The flight laughed and she smiled, looking down into her glass.
"It is, actually. That's why it's so popular." Santana said.
"I wanna go dance." Puck said and Santana slid out of the booth. Finn and Rachel followed Puck and Blaine pulled Kurt onto the dance floor as well. Santana sat down and cleared her throat before downing her entire VDB.
"The food here is amazing. What do you like to eat regularly?" Santana asked and Brittany scrunched her face up in thought.
"Uh, well, I love fries and my dad makes really good steak." Brittany said and Santana beamed.
"You're my kinda girl. I'll order us the same thing. You'll like it." Santana said and called over Ryder again. The boy pushed his way to the booth and smiled at Santana who smiled back, "Ryder, get me one DS with d-blood sauce and fries and for her, an NS with d-blood sauce and fries, yeah?"
"Coming right up." He told her and then walked away.
"What did you just order?"
"For me, deer steak with deer blood sauce and fries - it's my favorite. And for you, I ordered a normal steak with deer blood sauce and fries. You won't like the deer steak if you haven't grown up eating it." Santana said and she leaned back and crossed her right leg over her left, "So, if you took a gap year after high school and you're in year one at Myers then you must be twenty. Yeah?"
"Well, I'm turning twenty this year. I'm still nineteen." Brittany nodded, "What about you?"
"I'm turning twenty-two. So is the rest of the flight. But you should know Rachel's age if you're in her class." Santana said, earnig a nod, "So, what are you, a first year, doing in a class for third years?"
"The first year theory class is shit-boring." Brittany said, "I took one class at the beginning of the year and read over the text book and the entire year's work was literally all based on griffin and phoenix bonding methods."
Brittany rolled her eyes, earning a chuckle, "That sounds awful." Santana said and Brittany nodded.
"It was. So, I spoke to the Dean and he let me take the third year class. I asked to take second year but he said the third years focus on all the second year work but, in more detail so, I took that one." Brittany said, "It's so much more interesting. We learn actual theory on, not only griffins, but all the mythical creatures. It's awesome."
"So, you wanna teach grade one through twelve?"
"Yeah."
"How long do you have to study to pull that off?" Santana asked.
"Uh, only six years. Not that bad." Brittany said with a nod, "Do you have to do any like, major studying or is it just learning the ropes?"
"Just learning the ropes." Santana said, head titled to the side as she studied the blonde, "Do you wanna teach normal people or mythical creatures?"
"Oh, mythical creatures for sure. I just got a student teacher job at Mycre." Brittany said, "I'm excited. It's only grade one through seven but I figure I'll be there for a few months and then I'll apply for a student teacher job at Mycre's high school, Cryth High."
"I went there. I actually went to both. They're great schools. My dad was headmaster of Cryth." Santana said with a nod, "He's retired now but, he doesn't even sweat it. He retired to get ready to be a grandfather."
"Oh, do you have siblings?"
"No," Santana said, "That's why my dad's insane. He retired last year to start preparing for me to have kids but, I only recently met my mate so..."
Brittany nodded as she felt a pang of disappointment set in, "How many kids do you want?" She asked, trying to brush off the feeling.
"Uh, well, I'm an only child so, I definitely want to have quite a few so my kids don't feel lonely. I'm thinking three or four." Santana said, "What about you?"
"I've always wanted a big family." Brittany admitted, "I grew up with two brothers so, I definitely want a few. Probably three or four as well."
"Two brothers, huh? Older or younger?" Santana asked.
"I'm first born so, younger. Brandon's just turned sixteen and Morton's fourteen in June." Brittany said before sipping her VDB.
"Huh. That's nice, that you're quite a few years older than them but still not too many." Santana commented with a smile, "Are you guys close?"
"Yeah. I love my brothers. They drive me crazy but I don't know what I'd do without them."
"A family girl. Again, my kinda girl." Santana said and Brittany smiled bashfully.
The two conversed the rest of the night and Brittany adored the food Santana ordered. By the end of the night Brittany was slightly tipsy, well fed, laughed out and had a large smile on her face from being in the brunette's presence. Santana, it was revealed, held her alcohol well and downed two more VDB'S before she offered to drive Brittany home as she had to be at training earlier than the rest of the flight. Brittany agreed as she had class in the morning and the two said their goodbyes before Santana ushered Brittany out of the bar, a protective hand on her lower back the entire way out.
When Santana pulled up outside Brittany's house, she kept the car running and rested her head on the headrest, "I had fun tonight." Brittany told her with a small smile.
"Me too." Santana said back and leaned across the center console, pressing a light kiss to Brittany's forehead, "Need some help getting inside?"
"I'm not that drunk." Brittany teased with a chuckle and Santana chuckled as well. The blonde opened the passenger door and gave Santana a smile, "Thanks for driving me home and for the drinks and food and for making tonight so fun."
"Anytime, Britt." Santana replied with a tired smile as she watched Brittany climb out of her car and shut the door, waving before moving up the front steps of her house and unlocking the door. She gave one last wave before closing the door.
Santana drove home with a smile on her face and an overwhelming feeling setting in her heart. Meeting her mate so unexpectedly had taken its toll and she felt like she'd run a marathon.
Brittany climbed into bed that night with the same feeling of want and need coursing through her veins; she'd felt a connection to Santana that night that was so strong it brought her to tears of overwhelming confusion.
Somewhere in her heart, Brittany knew: she belonged to the wings of a griffin.
-T.W.O.A.G-