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For Quinn's name, her full name is Lucy Quinn Fabray, but not the Lucy we met in BTW. And I do not cadone fur as fashion (maybe faux fur), but it's just the name of the title.
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Glee: Howling with the Jukebox
Episode Three: Fur is the New Leather.
Puck sat on the Fabrays' couch and waited for Judy to finish making their sandwiches. He had been staying in her room for a little over a week, and started to feel the effects of cabin fever. Ms. Fabray had called Puck's mom a day or so after his attack and offered to house the boy while his mother and sister werre not home. They extended their stay at Puck's aunt into the next week. So there wasn't a real rush to get Puck back on his feet.
He was grateful though. Judy's life was flipped upside down in one night and he was the cause; indirectly, sort of. Sure, he didn't ask to get bitten but still, she was willing to house him until he was on his feet. She had taken the time to teach him about his new life; traditons, etiquette, manners, and hierarchy. Quinn told her mother that Puck had accepted the invite into the pack, so whatever Quinn said, goes. He was pretty cool with that; it's the least he could do to the girl that saved his life.
So, as the boy reflected on his past week, Judy joined him with a tray of food. Puck went to thank her, but she cut him off, "Look, Noah, you're part of the pack now. Which means family in this house, so you don't need to keep on telling me how grateful you are. A simple thank you will suffice," Judy ended with a sweet smile.
"How did you know?" Puck took a human sized bite. He has been fighting the urge to just scarf down the food. He let a smirk slide as he swallowed.
"A mother knows all, Noah. I was thinking, how do you feel about going on a run with the girls? I'm sure you are itching to get out of this stuffy house. Plus, your other side needs air."
Puck hesitated with his next bite, then suddenly took two big bites, anything to avoid the questions. Was he ready to embrace his monster? Sure, he's been learning a whole lot from the older werewolf, but did it really help him accept that this was real?
No.
But really what choice did he have? Sit out the rest of his life holed up like some caged beast, denying a new, powerful part of him? Every night, every time he closed his eyes, the howling got louder and the urge to just... Rip everything apart and run free got stronger. He was scared, terrified, that one night it will be too much and he'll wear out his welcome with fangs and claws.
Or worse; he'll go home and wake up covered in his family's blood.
Judy chewed her sandwich as Puck inhaled it. She waited until the scared wild look in his eyes calmed down. She waited for him to be comfortable enough to actually say the words that danced on his tongue. She has learned early on not to push a scared, teenage werewolf. So she patienly sat there as Puck finally met her eyes and gave a barely seen nod.
"Yeah, Ms. F. I... I don't want too, but I gotta. I mean, both you and Q told me that my body is handling the change a bit easier than her, right?"
Judy nodded, "This is true. Why don't you go upstairs and take a nap. I'll let Quinn know you'll be joining her tonight." Puck groaned. She'll be home after Cheerios.
As Glee ended that day, Quinn was busy gathering her things when she heard phone buzz. Her mother was calling her.
Quinn answered and nestled the phone between her ear and shoulder, "Yeah, Mom?"
"Just letting you know Noah will be joining you girls tonight on your rounds."
Quinn let out a mild groan. She was exhausted and now she had to watch over a pup. "Ok, Mom. I'll be home right after Cheerios." With a click, the call ended. She swivled her head around to see she was alone. Another groan and the Alpha was off to practice. As she walked down the hall, she caught a wiff of something; she'd smell before, but she never knew what it was. "Where's San and Britt?" She asked no one out of curiosity. "They left Glee early, maybe they went to check out that smell. They better not be late to practice. I do not want to listen to Sylvester bitch today," Quinn grumbled as she jogged down the empty hallways.
Quinn was horrified when she finally learned of the smell when she would smell Brittany and Santana.
The second floor bathroom was hardly ever used. Usually, the Trinity would use the room for impromptu meetings, to get away from the rest of the student body, or for whatever other reason they deemed fit.
For whatever reason could also translate to sexy times.
Santana had Brittany pinned against the tiled wall, her lips firmly attached to the blond's pulse point. Brittany arched into Santana's body, keening in pure bliss. One of the Latina's thighs found its way between Brittany's, and pushed against her center. The taller girl bit back a moan. She felt Santana's lips leave her neck so she dropped her chin to catch her eyes. Usually brown eyes were now almost all black; lust, passion and love all at once pouring out.
Brittany moaned just at sight alone. "San..."
Santana couldn't stop the wolfish grin even if she wanted to. A little more pressure and Brittany rocked her hips to create that delicious friction. Again she rocked, and Santana met her hip roll with one of her own. Brittany lifted one leg to wrap around the Latina's hips, and bring her closer than she already was. Their noses were touching and breaths were mingling. The blond tipped her head down to capture Santana's bottom lip in her own. With a little pressure she bit the plump lip, then ran her tongue over to soothe the slight pain, all before sucking on it greedily.
Santana's eyes rolled to the back of her head as a deep moan ripped through her lips. She was done teasing, if Britt was going to play that way, then damn it, she'll play back just as tan cheerleader dragged her right hand down Brittany's arm, over her chest, down her abs over the uniform before reaching under the pleated skirt.
Ice blue eyes were blown out with arousal, her breath hitched, and the tall girl arched painfully at Santana's touch. "Tell me what you want, B," Santana growled out into Brittany's ear. Santana still couldn't believe how much it turned her on to see her mate's eyes shift from her human blue to her wolf ice blue.
The girl moaned and licked her lips, "San, please... I need you to-to-to touch me." Santana's finger danced over Brittany's thigh before lightly scratching the girl. "Shit... Fuck, San!" She purred.
"Anything for you, babe," and with that, Santana dipped into Brittany's spanks and grinned. "B, you're so wet."
"You... Just for you," Brittany's head lolled back and rested against the wall. Her thigh clenched a little tighter around Santana's hips. Santana smirked against Brittany's throat before taking the sensitive skin in her mouth. Her fingers danced around the taller girl's clit, sending bolts of pleasure through her over and over again. "More," Her voice quivered out.
With almost no warning, Santana thrusted two fingers into the waiting girl, earning her a high-pitched squeak. Brittany knew it wouldn't take much; the Latina had been teasing her all day, making her unbelievably on edge. Her walls clenched around Santana's working fingers, she felt her mate run her thumb of her bundle of nerves in tight circles, and Santana's mouth and tongue. Oh, God! Brittany's mind screamed and wolf howled as her girlfriend's lips were on her's and her tongue was asserting its dominance.
One final hard thrust, a firm press on her clit, and a swift suck on her tongue, and Brittany came undone, her moan swallowed by Santana. Soft, gentle strokes coaxed more from the shaking girl, only until the tremors stopped. Santana pulled out her fingers and licked them clean, savoring the unique taste she would never tire of. Brittany pulled Santana by the chin, kissed her soundly, and moaned at the combined taste of her and her love.
"We should hurry before Quinn comes looking for us. Cheerios should be starting soon," Santana whispered against Brittany's lips. The girl nodded before prying herself from Santana.
During Cheerios practice, Quinn had an uncomfortable look on her face. Well, it was normal to the other Cheerios, to Santana and Brittany they knew she knew what happened during and after glee. The brunette knew they'd be getting an ear full later. About half-way through, Brittany giggled. Santana turned to her lover with curiosity in her brown eyes.
"What's up, B?"
"Rach, Kurt, and Blaine are up in the stands," Britt pointed.
Quinn and Santana looked up and caught their eyes. The three waved and and let a small smile grace their lips. When Quinn saw Rachel return the wave, her heart did a little flip. "Geez, Q, get a hold of yourself."
Quinn went to bark back at her but Brittany stepped in, "Why do they call it stands when you're sitting?" Any retort was lost and Quinn just shook her head.
"Let's get back to practice."
Kurt gave Rachel a sideway's glance. He took notice of the smile that was placed on her face. He knows that smile, it held the warmth that his smile would hold when he first met Blaine. It filled him with hope for Santana's little plan.
As the three chatted, mostly what Sectionals will be like, Kurt directed the conversation toward a little event soon approaching.
"Back-to-school dance? What about it?" Rachel asked, an obvious blush on her face.
"A little bird told me that one Quinn Fabray asked you to be her date," Kurt fiddled with the end of his scarf.
Rachel sat a little straighter and gave a little cough to clear her throat. "So what if she did? She'd be better company than either Puck or Finn."
"Wasn't there a St. Jesse character?" Blaine asked, sipping his coffee.
"St. James, honey," Kurt patted his boy's knee, "Jesse St. James."
Rachel smirked, "I remember a certian someone calling him Jesse St. Suck."
Kurt looked away with a indigant huff, "Wasn't one of my more proud moments. I was livid, no time to think of a wittier name."
"Plus Jesse won't be in Lima for the dance. And as I reiterate, Quinn is better company."
"Even after the slushies?" Blaine asked, thanking for dating one of the town's gossips.
Rachel looked down at her hands, then back to the field where the girl in question barked out orders and watching the routine with eyes of a drill sergant. "Jesse threw eggs, Finn spun lies, and Puck... well Puck just threw himself. Quinn is trying to make up for what she did. What caused this turn abput, I may never know. But I can assure you, boys, just because she's the prettiest girl in the school and I might have a slight girl crush on her, I won't make winning my trust an easy feat. This dance is just a step in the right direction." She took a small breath, "I'm honored you care for my well being Kurt." Rachel turned with a smile.
Kurt and Blaine returned it, then Kurt feeling no need for mush, "Yes, well, if you were depressed who would say what that would do to my competion." He bumped shoulders with Rachel.
"You're just saying that," They all shared a laugh and before they knew it, the Cheerios were gone. "Where did they go?"
Kurt's cell phone rang out with Blackbird. He looked at it and it had a text from Santana.
Satan:
Get 2 the parking lot
Sent 4:07 pm
"Our ladies in waiting are in the parking lot," Kurt stood with a flip of his scarf.
Rachel brought in a tray of vegan chocolate chip cookies and soy chocolate milk. She set it down and watched as almost no one made a move; Quinn has had spent sometime with the girl over the last couple of days, so she was used to the vegan meals. She wanted to stay out of the house as much as possible with Puck hanging around.
Santana scoffed and Brittany looked a little hesitant. Kurt disregarded the treats as Blaine just twidled his thumbs. "Guys, just try the cookies, Rach is a great baker." Quinn almost missed the smile that broke across Rachel's face.
Santana rolled her eyes, Brittany eagerly grabbed at a cookie, Kurt broke one in half and gave the other half to Blaine. Surprised and delight spread across their faces. "Ok, Keebler Elf, you can make cookies."
"Santana!" Quinn almsot growled.
"It's ok, Quinn, I know Santana likes to give poeople she loves nicknames."
"Kurt!" The Latina gasped. The boy in question just nibbled on the cookie.
"Anyway, back to my point, its ok when se calls me names, it's heart-warming." "I'll give you heart warming..." Santana grumbled as she washed down her cookie with the milk.
Blaine threw is arm around Kurt's shoulder and brought he boy in closer. He leaned down and whispered something in his ear. Kurt cast his eyes down as his hands fiddled with his scarf. With a small nudge Kurt sighed. The girls all turned their eyes to the fidgiting boy. "Rachel, Finn has something planned for Glee on Friday."
"You would think after I blew him off today he'd get the hint. I'm not interested." Rachel crossed her arms over her chest.
"Finnept made another advance?" Santana mumbled as crumbs fell from her mouth. It was no secret to the Trinity of Finn's advances. Even Puck homebound, the boy knew of the advances. Quinn growling and mumbling in her room alone as the boy passed let him know. The days following Quinn's dinner with the Berry men and daughter, mostly Santana has been working hard to deter the boy's advances. Rachel had noticed and expressed her gratitude, boardin on encouraged behavior.
"What did he say?" Quinn bit back a growl.
Rachel fidigted, she could tell Quinn was jealous, the diva felt her cheeks flush at the thought. "Well..."
Everyone left Glee, except for Rachel, of course. She hated leaving a mess for Brad, so she straightened up the sheet music and chairs. As she lost herself in the music in her head for a bit, she suddenly felt a presence behind her.
With a quick turn, she saw it was Finn standing behind her. He shuffled from one foot to another, "Yes, Finn?" Rachel regarded the boy.
"I was wondering if you would go to the dance with me?"
Rachel let out a sigh, "Look, Finn, I'm flattered and happy you thought to ask me, but I'm afraid I'm spoken for. You're a sweet boy, though, you'll find someone."
"Who?"
"Someone else, that's all you need to know, Finn." A tall, blonde cheerleader with the most beautiful hazel eyes I ever did see...Not that she need to tell him that though.
"Was it Puck? Is that why you won't tell me?" Finn's face grew a little darker, a little more contorted. Like he was thinking, or consipated. Rachel couldn't tell.
Rachel let out an exhausted breath, "No, it wasn't Noah. You'll find out the night of the dance. Now, have a nice day Finn." Rachel turned to leave.
"Rach! I was dumb to let you go at the end of last year. Let me make it up to you. We belong together; we're captians!"
Rachel hesitated as her hand hovered over the doorknob, "Finn. Our relationship... Is better at a platonic and professional level. Nothing more." Rachel walked out the door with her head held high...
Rachel sat and reflected, not once during her sophmore year, summer, or even the beginning of her junior year did she think she'd turn down the star quarterback. But, then again, she had the head cheerleader ask her to the dance. She looked up and saw Quinn sat quietly, almost like a statue. Santana rolled her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Brittany happily munched on the last cookie, and the boys just looked like they were over the boy's unrequitted love story.
Rachel shrugged, "Whatever he has planned for Friday won't deter me. I'm still going to the dance with Quinn. I rather go with friends who can dance than a man-child who slobbers." Quinna and Santana had to snicker, the diva was right. Brittany laughed because, hey, the Unholy Trinity slobbers; sort of.
Quinn went to open her mouth when Kurt's phone chimed out with Candles. He let a small blush run over his cheeks.
"Yes, Finn?" Kurt got up and walked into Rachel's kitchen. "Finn, I'm telling you for the last time, Blaine and I are not helping you with this plan. Rachel said no, give it up. the dance is in two weeks, she's not going to change her mind over night." Kurt paused as his stepbrother begged on the other end. Really, the boy could whine. "Finn. Give it up. Put all this effort to another girl." Kurt huffed, "No, don't you dare... I will not tell you who she's bringing. Keep it up, Finn, and I'll tell Carol about your recent internet websites!" With a quick tap, Kurt hung up the phone. He entered the living room and sat with flair. "Put something good on, I need a distraction."
The Unholy Trinity shared a look. If this continued, who knew how bad it would get. Rachel, oblivious to the look, went to put in a DVD. Brittany cuddled into Santana, Kurt had Blaine's arm around his shoulders and held his hand. Rachel sat down next to Quinn and leaned on the girl's shoulder. Rachel's attention was solely on the TV, so she missed the knowing looks everyone gave Quinn. The blond snuggled deeper into the couch and felt a little brave. She threw her arm around Rachel and let a smirk slip as Rachel happliy sighed into the embrace.
The Trinity sat in the kitchen around the island awkwardly as Puck leaned against the counter. Sure, at some point the four of them saw each other naked, just not at the same time; but it didn't make this any less awkward. Puck coughed into his hand, breaking the silence.
Quinn let out a breath, "Alright this is what we'll do. We'll drive over to the park where Brittany first smelled wet dog and blood. There, we can help Puck through the transformation without anyone really around."
Puck stood shirtless in the cool September air as the girls stood in their boyshorts and bras. He rubbed his arms, uncertianty still ran rampant in his heart. "Guys, you sure about this? You all said this took longer for you."
"It did," Quinn replied, "But that's only because I'm an Alpha, my body is under more stress than yours is. You're body is handling this change very well, you might be a prodigy or something, Puckerman." Quinn smiled as she tried to comfort the boy. The hard part has still yet to come.
"Alright, Puckasaurus, drop trou, and listen to your wolf," Santan popped her neck and moved to remove her bra.
Puck usually did whatever he was told as long as it meant his pants were coming off, but something about this just felt too damn awkward. After a few seconds he started to hear it; the distant howl of a powerful new side. He felt a surge of adenaline, just the mere thought that he had something powerful, primal, animalistic in him, gave him a slight boost in his confindence.
"Ready?" Santana asked, nude, along with a naked Brittany and Quinn. Puck nodded and dropped his sweats and waited for the next instruction.
Brittany stepped forward, because if anyone could explain the mere feeling of shifting, she could. "You just let go. Just let go of everything, pride, love, hatred, happiness. Just feel nothing, and you'll feel everything."
Puck looked at Britt then to the other girls. They nodded. He shrugged, "Ok, here goes nothing." Puck jumped a few times, rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. "Let's go!" Puck burst into his fur.
Or so he thought.
He stood there, in a slightly hunched postion, and nothing happened. The girls burst into laughter. "Shut up!" He barked.
"Well, he's got the bark," Santana joked. He snarled at the Latina, his eyes flashes a light brown.
"Ok, ok, look Puck," Quinn put her hand the boy's bicep and felt a shiver run down her spine. All Puck's fear, curiosity, anxiety, and all around dread run through her. "You have to let go of all that. Forget that you aren't normal anymore, forget that you are... something dark. Instead just let your wolf out for a little while. Step back and let him take over; but with some restraint. B, S, show him."
The girls nodded and each let out a steady breath. It's been a while since they actually thought about shifting. It was second nature to them now just to tap into their animal side, and take off running in fur. They took one glance at each other, and with a warm smile, let everything go. Puck watched as their shoulders sagged just a little bit, their breathing slowed as if they were going to pass out cold, and finally he felt something shot up his spine as their eyes snap open, ice blue and light brown met his as within seconds Santana and Brittany shifted. Two wolves stood before him. He nodded numbly.
"You think you got it, Puckerman?" Quinn nudged him.
"C'mon, babe, the Puckasaurus can do this!" Puck swallowed and stepped forward. He casted a glance up to the sky and let out a shaky breath. And another one, as he slowly let everything go. Fear, anxiety, pressures, everything. After one more breath he heard a loud, clear howl in the back of his mind. Then another, before it rang clear. Puck's eyes snapped open, light brown, just a shade or so bright than Santana's. Suddenly, Puck let out a wild howl and his skin burst into fur, his mohawk spreading from his snout all the wall down, over taking his tail. As the pads of his paws hit the cool ground he growled in contenment. He pawed at the ground, just enjoying the new feeling. He made small noises, almost like laughing.
Quinn nodded and shifted quickly. A few quick barks and her pack knew what to do. Santana was with Brittany, heading toward middle of the dark forest. Quinn stuck with Puck; he was still new to this world, so she wanted to keep him close. Quinn wouldn't admit it, but it was also kind of cute to watch Puck stumble and bit before he was able to get used to running on four legs instead of two.
He would send little barks and yips, asking Quinn questions about his new life. She would reply back all the while keeping her ears and nose painfully aware of everything around her. In the distance she could hear Santana and Brittany yipping at each other. She could smell all the different scents of the night life. So far, nothing out of the ordinary. She chanced a glance toward Puck who was hopping around, snapping at the bugs that flew around.
Until a foreign howl stopped all of them in their tracks. Quinn let out a low growl before taking off toward Santana and Brittany, Puck at her heels. Quinn bounded and swiftly sidestepped Brittany's stationary form. The pack surveyed the area, ears perked, and noses to the air. Quinn let out another growl, she will not allow herself, or her pack, to leave this area until they find out where and what that howl came from.
The hours ticked by and all the pack could find were a few maimed bodies of rabbits and squirels along with some tracks. Brittany flopped onto her haunches and let her tongue fall out of her mouth as hard pants came out. Santana stood by her mate, her head down and her ears back. She was having trouble finding her breath. Puck flooped to his stomach, completely drained and exhausted. Quinn stood vigilant, her breaths came in a shallow puffs. Her bright eyes took in everything. When the sun peaked through the trees, Quinn knew she kept them out for way too long. They were going to be dead tired tomorrow. With a defeated bark, the pack headed home.
Quinn leaned her head agaisnt her locker with her eyes closed, trying to recharge her completely empty battery. When the pack returned, they decided just to get breakfast and talk about the night before. Puck had taken well to his new side and he was actually pretty excited about getting back out there, even if shifting still took him some time. The Trouble Twosome, as Quinn silently called Santana and Brittany, didn't see the creature that made that dreadful noise. They found little animals dead and ripped apart.
The blond lightly thudded her head against her locker when she felt a chill run down her spine. Something wasn't right, soemthing bad was going to happen. Did someone finally figure out that she wasn't normal; human? Did someone find out about San and Britt? Did they see the pack last night in the forest? Maybe it was early morning that the foursome was spotted? Quinn's head snapped back and forth, no one was looking at her strangely. Except maybe Puck when he walked up to the jumpy blond.
"Everything ok, Boss Lady?" Puck's new nickname didn't sit well with Quinn, but there would be a time for that.
"Something just feels off today, Puck. Like any moment, something bad is going to happen. I can't shake it."
Puck looked her over, feeling closer to the blond now that they share this wolf-bond. Ever since his party where she got drunk and felt fat, he felt something for the blond. However, after hearing her go on about Rachel and learning more about his new life, he knew nothing more but camaraderie and friendship would come from his Alpha.
Even if he did think they would make a smokin' couple.
Puck went to open his mouth when it happen. Quinn heard the quicken footsteps, the locker shut, that disgusting swoosh, the wet, cold smack, and the high pitched gasp. The Cheerio saw Rachel standing at her locker, the grape slushie drip from her face to her argyle sweater, staining her white button down sleeves, and dip onto and under her black skirt. The nameless football player stutted past the slushied girl with a belly laugh. His insignificant insult was lost when all Quinn could hear was the blood rushing to her head and her wolf howling and barking in pure rage.
Puck's large hand held her in place before she could bolt. "Help Rachel. I'll take care of him. No one slushies a fellow Jew on my watch." Puck growled. Quinn took a few deep breaths before she followed Puck's suggestion. She watched him stomp off as she approached Rachel.
"Here, let's go get you cleaned up," Quinn grabbed Rachel's dropped books as the girl merely nodded. She pulled out her slushie-kit and followed Quinn to the second floor bathroom. Quinn locked the door after making sure no one was in the bathroom, then pulled up a chair for Rachel to sit. "Just relax and I'll clean you up the best I can. Ok?" Quinn asked in a hushed, soothing tone.
Rachel just nodded and took her seat. "You don't have to, Quinn. You'll be late for class, and possibly get slushie on your uniform."
Quinn smiled as she gently pushed Rachel's shoulders against the sink, "I've got a spare if anything happens to this one. Plus, friends help each other when a slushie happens, right?" Quinn began running her fingers through Rachel's hair to dislodge any of the larger ice chunks. Quinn noticed Rachel's hand come up and pull off a chunk from her collar bone.
"At least it was grape. Arguably the best flavor," the little diva put the piece in her mouth and let out a small moan. From the slushie or Quinn's fingers massaging her scalp, Quinn didn't know.
Quinn scoffed, "I think the blue rasberry is better. It's got a tang of sour before it's sweet. You should give it a-" Quinn stopped; if anyone had tasted every flavor of slushie, it would be Rachel, if she wanted to or not. "Hey, Rach?"
The girl in question looked up at the blond, eyes full of curiosity, "Yes, Quinn?"
"I just want to say sorry for-"
"Quinn, don't. You've shown yourself to change for the better in this past week. Inviting me to dinner, having dinner with my fathers, asking me to the dance, cleaningh the slushie from my hair, among the other little things. We are friends Quinn. If I didn't forgive you, I wouldn't be here, or at least I wouldn't enjoy your company." Rachel took a quick breath, "Plus, if this wasn't convincing that you change, seeing you almost tear that boy apart or sending Noah after him was. So please, you are forgiven, and don't skip out on the conditioner; it is essential for my soft, shiny, look." Rachel finished with a diva like scoff.
All Quinn could do was laugh, "Yes, Your Highness." She began to rinse out the shampoo and work in the conditioner, lightly scraping the back of Rachel's neck and her scalp. All the while humming a soft tune and massaging Rachel's head like she wished someone would do to her. The quiet mewling noises coming from Rachel only made Quinn smile wider.
"Honestly, Quinn, if cheerleading doesn't work out for you, you could be a hairdresser or massuse. Your hands are the tools of angels," Rachel cooed out, her deep brown eyes were shut in pure bliss, so she missed the deep blush that decorated Quinn's cheeks and neck.
"I'll keep that in mind," Quinn replied in a soft tone.
The rest of the time was spent in silence, neither girl really heard the bell for the start of first period. Rachel was towel drying her hair as Quinn washed her hands and put away the shampoo and conditioner. Rustling clothes behind her made Quinn turn around to see Rachel Berry's very tone back and the top of a slightly stained skirt. The girl didn't feel Quinn's eyes bore into her as she dropped her skirt and pulled up a pair of jeans. She pulled over a violet polo and pulled out she still slightly damp hair.
Quinn was blantly staring when Rachel turned around. The diva blushed and tucked a few damp strands behind her ear, "Everything ok, Quinn?"
Quinn shook her head to clear her mind, "Yeah! It's just, ah, never really saw you in jeans outside a performance."
Rachel shrugged as she picked up her bag, "Maybe I want to change it up a bit every now and then. Do I have the Fabray Seal of Approval?" Rachel winked as she made her way to the door.
Quinn grabbed Rachel's books and walked up to her, stopping only a few inches from the shorter girl. The faint smell of artificial grape and Rachel's coconut hair products swirled around Quinn's head and left the girl with little self control. She brought her hand up to Rachel's cheek and lightly ran her thumb over the tan girl's cheek. A small smile broke out on Quinn's face when Rachel leaned into the touch, "You always had the Fabray Seall of Approval."
Rachel blushed as she unlocked the door, and somewhat at a loss for words came up with the best she could muster, "Well, then let's see if we can get to our classes."
Quinn inched forward but stopped herself. She stepped back and nodded, mentally berating her wolf to grab a hold of herself. She was two seconds away from mauling the poor girl; and that damn dance was still two weeks away. What the hell did I get myself into? Quinn opened the door and walked Rachel to her locker so she could put her kit away. A few lockers down from her first class, Rachel stopped and turned. She faced Quinn with such determination that the blond stepped back half a step.
Rachel leaned up and kissed the taellr girl's cheek, "Thank you," was mummured against her pale cheek, and before she could utter anything, Rachel had her books and was in her class. Quinn stood there for a full minute before her brain snapped back on.
"I really got to do something about her little kisses..." Quinn uttered before making it to her own class.
Lunch came and Puck was sitting at the table with his buddies, laughing and joking. He scratched the back of his neck and felt the faux fur lining of his leather jacket. He found it in his attic when he returned home an hour or so before school started; he got some of his clothes, a fresh shower, and a quick shave. Gotta keep the Saw in tip-top shape. As the mindles chatter erupted around him, his hand stayed in the cream colored faux fur. It felt familiar, but it wasn't as soft as his own. It wasn't his, but it still some how felt welcomed. The jacket was rapidaly becoming his favorite. He saw it to an extention of his wolf self.
His mind snapped back to reality as Finn was nudging his shoulder, "Dude, where did you go?"
Puck waved him off, "Just spaced out. Long night."
Finn nodded, "I saw you talking with Quinn this morning. Are you gonna get back with her?"
Puck stared at his best friend. Sure, they had some troubled waters under their bridge; Puck making out and getting pretty far with Finn's then girlfriend. Farther then Finn ever did. With Finn making sad puppy dog eyes at Rachel, Puck guessed he was over the "Quick" incident; as the Glee clubbers dubbed the party. How fitting too, it was just one quick moment and it nearly wrecked his oldest friendship. "Nah, man. She's got her eyes on someone else. Plus, we're just friends."
Finn took that as the answer all, but then his face took on that thinking too hard/constipated look, "But why were you at her house for the past week?"
Puck's eyes grew wide, Shit, he knows? "My mom and sis went to my aunt's. You know, mom wanted to make sure I didn't get into too much trouble." Puck stuffed his face with the food in front of him.
Finn, again, looked pleased with the answer and fell into convesation with Mike about the latest Call of Duty game. When Puck really looked at the boy, yeah he was his best friend since the early days of his youth, but really. Why was it Puck going after the boy who slushied Rachel, not Finn? Why was Quinn comforting the girl, not Finn? Quinn had told the pack of Finn's inapptitude too actualy show he cared for the diva, but seriously. Quinn was scoring points left and right while Finn sat there looking like a kicked puppy. Although, Puck's utmost loyalty laid with the blond Head Cheerleader in the most animalistic scense, he still had some loyalty to the boy next to him. However, he still had some doubts.
The more he thought about it, he never really heard Finn talk about Rachel the way Quinn did. His week over the Fabray's, Quinn would spend hours playing on her XBox with Puck, Sam, and Mike. She was a good shot and Puck was overjoyed to have her play in the party, she was better than Finn, and the boy put some serious time into the game. But every now and then, she'd tun off her mic and pour out her heart and soul to the mohawked boy. As he learned more and more about the werewolf culture, the more he saw how deep this ran for Quinn.
So it was during one of their XBox sessions that he swore to help Quinn get her girl. Even if Finn got hurt in the process. Puck shrugged as he polished off the food, Finn's a boy, he'll get over it. Girls; alot more emotion, alot more complex. Plus, his body just willed him to do what ever was possible to make his Alpha happy. Damn wolf tendencies.
Puck glanced up at the clock and noticed lunch would be ending soon. He got up and made his way to the bleachers outside. Just as he sat down to light up a cigarrette, he felt someone sit just behind him, barely in his view. "What's up, Berry?"
Rachel shifted in her seat and let out a small cough, "I just wanted to thank you for earlier, Noah. I knew it was you who put that football player in his place. I know you're all on the same team, but it means quite alot that you would put that to the side to stand up for me."
Puck took a long drag, "Look, Rachel, you're a fellow hot Jew, and as such, we got to stick together. Plus, we couldn't have out resident HBIC get suspended for laying the smack down on the ass. I didn't see Finn around to do anything about it, plus he's too much of pussy to stand up to the football guys. Take Kurt for example. Santana stood up to Karofsky, not Finn. I just think you need some muscle behind you. I got this crazy brotherly-protectiveness over you.
"Seeing you get slushie'd, something snapped. Or fell into place. I just have this need to protect you." Puck shrugged, and took another drag.
"I think that is the most eloquent I've ever heard you speak, Noah. And thank you, it means alot that you see me as a little sister," Rachel put her hand on the boy's shoulder and squeezed gently. "Let's go, lunch is almost over. Plus, smoking is diplorable; it can ruin your vocal cords and make it harder to run during football." Puck nodded. He dropped his butt and stomped out the dying cigarrette. Just like that, Puck gained himself a new sister, and before he knew it, the best friend he could ever ask for.
Before they could make it across the football field, Puck caught a scent of something familiar but just entirely different. He stood a little closer to Rachel, almost throwing his arm around her shoulders. He tried to not draw attention to himself but something in the air just made the hairs on his neck stand. He didn't like it. I'll talk to Q about it later. Puck just hurried his footsteps, when Rachel looked up at him, he jsut muttered, "It's cold out." He wolf growled and Puck just knew, something bad was on the horizon.
Next time on Glee:Howling with the Jukebox
A look into the relationships that shape our favorite foursome and everyone connected to them. Also, a look into the pack dynamic, with some hilarity. The dance is two weeks away, and all the wolvves could hope for is a smooth night. But before the big night is big night jitters. Can they stay focused to make the night special or will it blow up in their faces?
Stay tuned for the next episode, DUDE!
Much love, Niko
