Title: Pact (2/?)

Author: Mina Robins

Fandom: Glee

Pairing: Brittana/Faberry, Faberrittana. Polyamorous.

Rating: T

Summary: Rachel stumbles into the underworld hidden beneath Lima's dull exterior when the slumbering genotypes in her DNA finally awaken and exert themselves. Thankfully her mates will help her navigate through the more dangerous paths she has to encounter.

Rachel awoke to the soft rustle of turning pages, the smell of parchment paper and ink mixed with the scent of something else. She knew that within the assorted aromas, some in particular belonged to her. It was the smell of florae which led her to wakefulness. The scents that were quickly becoming familiar were a bouquet of columbine, heather and pomegranate.

The singer felt oh so very fatigued, every tendon, ligament and joint in her body was aching with misuse. She was not aware of it, but residue energy and heat tingled throughout her vessel. Even her normally analytical mind was feeling a little mute in coherent thought She nuzzled closer to the downy duvet covering Quinn's bed and thought of sleeping for- 'Holy!' She's in Quinn's bed. When has a twin sized mattress had become so miniature? Rachel shifted awkwardly as her legs dangled off the end of the sweet smelling bed.

She pushed her arms out in front of herself and proceeded to sit up; her chest rose and fell at a considerably speedy rate. Every breath she drew from the scent marked surroundings, caused an unnameable ache in her to throb. The longing both befuddled her and called for her at the same rhythmical pulse. If Rachel had been more promiscuous in her life she would have logically categorized the throb akin to lustful wanting, however, Rachel being the strongly dignified individual she is, had never been lascivious for sex. Of course she had dolled up at school, but it was more of a childish act for attention.

Rachel had never felt the uncontrollable hunger for the feel of heated skin against skin. She doesn't actually know of the yearning to do more than what she has been pressure into by Finn. Sloppy kisses and talentless fondling had never ignited anything within her. Before this moment the young brunette had never felt the initial stirrings of passion.

Hanging on the desk chair was the Cheerios signature outfit and backpack. Quinn's room was extensively neat and it pleased Rachel to know the gorgeous blonde seemed to appreciate tidiness as much as she did. There were other articles of wear littered throughout the room but Rachel could scent that they did not belong to Quinn. The environment swirled, blending into and out of focus once again. Rachel clamped her eyes close as her vision kaleidoscoped.

A thought filtered into Rachel's mind and as terrifyingly primitive an idea it was, she also knew the idea to be true. The thought was fact. Everything here was hers. The diva tilted her head to the side and listened for the almost periodic sequenced sound of turning pages. She could pinpoint the exhaled breaths of her possessions, who were currently occupying the downstairs living room.

There was a breeze of talking drifting into the bedroom. The distorted voices faded into whispers and then cycled up to a louder volume; it was almost as if the speakers were now directly beside her. She dared not open her eyes to test the theory.

"Did you see that, she shifted faster than anyone I've ever met!" That was definitely Brittany's voice. The blonde tones were cheery and excited, her words overlapping one another in her exhilaration. Rachel felt oddly cheerful as well.

"She's extraordinary; the creature she has taken the form of isn't even listed in the text." Quinn' patient tone was calming Rachel's baffled mind and steadily rising libido.

"That may be true but why is she showing herself now?" Santana voice was bordering petulant. "How did she not sense us before and more importantly how did we miss her?!"

It frustrated Rachel that the dialogue mingled back into a low susurration. As she turned to search for the owner of the voices she faced a creature in Quinn's full body mirror. It startled her so intensely she jams her already sore back into the classic Ikea bed frame.

"Oourh!" The stallion sized beast's jaw dropped open to display a gleaming row of teeth. 'I am too young and talented to die.' Rachel hadn't noticed the mirror animal's tense posture and matching position against Quinn's bed frame. Her vision is beginning to sting less but the after-effects still dulled her thoughts.

The large wolf like creature's amethyst orbs are hinted with specks of iridescent gold flecks, the outermost rims are lined with a distinct obsidian ring. Its shapely neck is decorated with velvet green markings, the jade tapered in colour and vividness throughout the animal's dark chocolate fur. The shading and shape of the emerald chromo reminded Rachel of diminutive flames. She attempted to stand only to see the beast mirror her actions. The young diva licked her expectantly dry lips but doesn't quite manage to pass her sharp canines. "Rrrrraargh?"

'Oh my god, oh my god, Oh my god, oh my god, Oh my god, oh my god, Oh my god, oh my god, Oh my god, oh my god, that cannot be me, Oh my god, oh my god, Oh my god, oh my god, Oh my god, oh my god, Oh my god, oh my god, Oh my god, oh my god, Oh my god, oh my god, Oh my god, oh my god, Oh my god, oh my god.'

"Well she's awake." Santana huffed and began her advance towards the flabbergasted Shifter. "Settle down, spazz."

Quinn swiftly grabbed the Latina and yanked her mate back into her arms. Rachel had stopped her insistent mantra and almost clawed Santana's human body clean in two when she had approach unannounced. Quinn was thankfully dressed in a pair of shorts and baby blue cardigan or would have been much more distracting to the already hysterical Rachel. The confused starlet was overcome with a tide of her new favourite smells. The owners being so close, the feeling intensified and yet settled her.

"Berry!" The startled cheerleader scolded. "For fucks sake, smurf!"

Brittany came into the room and promptly wrapped Santana into a full body hug. "Santy, don't push her, she's scared."

Rachel was most certainly not scared. She was just a little light headed, that's all. 'If everyone else would perhaps learn not to douse themselves in such intoxicatingly tantalizing fragrances maybe she could focus.'

Brittany conspicuously sniffed the room and grinned at Rachel. "It's not just us." Her voice is sing-songly.

Rachel's claws spasmodically gripped and stretched into Quinn's linens as the diva tried to regain her equanimity. With only pure unalterable will, she forced the cotton to leave her mind and sighed with relief as the jumbled mess her thoughts were once in began to untangle themselves. Nonetheless, the want and feeling was still obtrusively lashing throughout her frame.

'Compose yourself Rachel Barbara Berry, it is never proper to have a mental break down before an audience, reason through this!' A lengthy pause. 'This has to be a dream.'

"No, you twat." Santana barked, thinking that Rachel was being adorable. Annoyingly dim, but still adorable. She frowned that the word 'adorable' could be used to describe Rachel. Santana scowled some more when she realized that she of all people had described Rachel as such. The Latina latched her arms around her first blonde and as she placed her chin over Brittany's shoulder she intoned. "You're a Shifter."

'A shifter, what is a shifter?' Rachel shook her great head left to right, managing to ruffle up the minuscule feathers that donned her upper back. The Shifter wasn't even conscious of the fact that she had been vocalizing her thoughts telepathically to the other occupants of the room.

"You. Are. Freaking. Retarded!"

Rachel snapped her eyes at Santana and readied her retort but could only glare hungrily when the cheerleader undresses out of her tank and boxers. Apparently undergarments like bras and panties were not required in this Fabray's bedroom. Rachel suddenly wanted to push the girl over and ravish her with her tongue. Rachel wasn't sure what method she had to do but the diva wanted to do some ravishing, whatever kind she could. The 'brunette' paused at the last thought and reasoned that some of the haze still obviously clouded her sane mind.

Santana's cheeks were shot crimson after feeling both Rachel's want and sensing her thoughts. Her blondes had obvious heard Rachel's feelings since they are starting to overindulge the room in their own scents, their lust in full display. "Stop!"

Brittany blinked and for a moment stared at her brunette, in a deliberately slow manner she lowered her gaze from Rachel's form. Quinn on the other hand narrowed her eyes at Santana, weighing the pros and cons on whether to obey Santana's wishes. Nevertheless, the invitingly coaxing scents of heather and columbine lessened and began to dissipate out of the room.

Santana had no idea what the hell was happening, but she guarded her own. Brittany and Quinn are hers. She sits sentinel over them. She was theirs and they were hers. Quinn and her have been at odds for a bit earlier this year but it was nothing their bond could not overcome.

Rachel on the other hand was of no relations to her. She had no obligation to explain things to the at times obnoxious singer. And yet Santana found herself beginning to morph. "Watch, denial-a-tron."

The feisty brunette took a lungful of air and when she languidly exhaled, her body began to ripple and contort. Santana's mocha coffee hair tangled down her back, shading her body in fine peach fuzz as she dropped to her hands and knees. The coat of fur leaks over her chest, arms and shoulders but not before her spine bulges and elongates. An appendage emerged from Santana's once prehensile tail bone. Rachel gawked as Santana moaned with delight. The girl's limbs grew and creaked into sturdy fore and hind paws. Santana is mutating right before the diva's eyes, Rachel is starting to deduce that she has been drugged before her nap, and was now reaping the high through her dream.

Once completely shifted, the process taking no longer than a minute, the panther stretched much like a common house cat would and leisurely tapped her ivory claws onto the carpeted floor. The cheerleader's whole body is striking both in its beauty and prowess. The Latina could morph a whole lot faster, she prided herself of that fact, but she needed to show Berry what they were. Since the teeth grindingly pestering gremlin honestly seemed to be confused.

Rachel could be a foe or potential ally… The changed Shifter glanced at Quinn and Brittany, noting their obvious desire. Perhaps a plaything for her mates.

Santana wasn't about to deny the feelings she was starting to sense from her blondes and even Rachel. She wouldn't mind a strong member into her pack. As long as nothing was going to be stolen from her again. Santana was never letting anything like that happen ever again.

The fulsome Latina had already forgotten Rachel's earlier control over her.

'You're like me.' Santana projected, she sits on her haunches and lifted her head proudly to Rachel's inspection.

Rachel coughed as only great beast could, scoffing at the very idea of her being anything remotely alike Santana. The huge feline was almost three meters long, larger and more intimidating than an average panther would be. Rachel noted that dream Santana's body seemed to shimmer a deep earth green but only when the light caressed her silk fur correctly. The thought of ravishing someone popped up once again. 'You and I, can not be compared.'

Brittany watched in concern as Santana took immediate offence to the clueless girl's statement. The Latina's body rippled in righteous vehemence as she hurtled onto the already overburden bed.