Chapter 7

AN: Thanks for the amazing response to the last chapter you guys. I'm not going to be writing a book until later in life if at all – I don't have time nor do I have an idea haha.

From here we see more progress in their relationship. Not a great amount… just some.

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Quinn

Rachel and I have been hanging out a lot lately. More often than not, she will wait for me to finish cheerios or I will wait for her to finish glee club. Usually we go for a leisurely walk through the woods behind school. It's nice. It's relaxing.

Sometimes I will be in my wolf form and she will walk with me. Others we will just be in human form.

When I am in my wolf form, I feel more relaxed. I don't feel like I am trying to keep control. I can just be.

And that's exactly what happens when I am around Rachel. I get to just be myself and not have to worry about it. She has gotten into the habit of always carrying a spare jacket and pair of pants with her, so that she can help me out when our walk ends. Small gestures like that mean so much to me.

I didn't ask her to do it, but the fact that she does… it makes me fall more and more in like with her.

I smiled when practice ended, even though every single muscle ached. I rushed towards the changing rooms so that I could meet Rachel. I could sense her in the stands watching. It was getting closer to summer so we had practice outside, which made it easier for her to be there without too many questions being asked.

"Hey Q, wait up!" a voice called behind me, which I instantly recognised as Santana's. I stopped and let her catch up with me. "Where have you been lately?" she asked me. I thought over my answer carefully. I knew that I had been absent from her life for the last few weeks. I didn't have any regrets though. Most of the time, we just slagged off the Glee Club and Rachel most of all. I couldn't do that to her now. I cared too much about her to tear her down behind her back. Even if I didn't mean it, I would still be saying the words.

"I have had a load of work to do. I can't let my grades slip." I shrugged. She knew the pressures that we, as cheerleaders, were under to keep our grades up. I watched as the rest of the squad left the field, leaving Santana and I alone.

"That's bullshit Quinn and you know it. You are an A grade student and we don't have any assignments at the moment." She called me out. I sighed. I didn't want to be doing this now. Rachel was waiting.

"I don't know what you want from me San. I haven't had time to hang out lately." I went to walk away but she grabbed my arm. I turned back and growled at her.

"Don't you dare growl at me Fabray. I'm not afraid of your ugly wolf ass!" I grunted before calming myself down. "I've seen you with that freak. What, you have time to hang out with her, but not your best friend? What the fuck?" I was breathing hard. My anger at this situation was making the wolf harder to control.

"I don't see how that's any of your business." I grumbled. I could feel my face starting to disfigure. I didn't want to change now. Not with Santana here. She knew, sure. But she didn't see me like Rachel did.

Santana thought that I was hideous. Rachel thought that I was beautiful as a wolf. She encouraged me to turn so many times, just so she could see me like that. In all my glory.

Part of me thought that she just enjoyed getting a glimpse of me naked when I turned back into a human, but I just shrugged at that thought.

"We have a reputation to uphold Q. We can't just go and hang around with losers whenever we feel like it." she finally let go of my arm, pushing me backwards a little. "We are supposed to run this place."

"She isn't a loser. And you don't own me Santana. I can be friends with whoever the hell I like, and it just so happens that I like Rachel. She isn't that bad once you get to know her." I defended, double meanings dripping from my words.

"Not when it comes to the dynamics of the school. I swear Q, if you don't stop this, you both have a giant slushie with your names on it come Monday morning." She tried to threaten. My anger just boiled inside of me.

"You know what, go for it. We all deserve one for doing it to them all this time. Just grow up Santana. When will you see that our status in school doesn't matter?" With that, I stormed away from her towards the woods. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text.

Meet me in the clearing. I need to go for a run and calm down, clear my head.

I didn't wait for a reply; I just turned and ran before I was even off of school grounds. No one would have seen me. I'm too fast.

Rachel

I was more than a little confused when I got a text from Quinn. I tried to read her feelings, but all I got was pure unadulterated anger. I left the bleachers and made my way to my car.

By the time I parked up, grabbed some clothes for Quinn and made my way to the clearing, she was already there, waiting for me.

She was stalking about on all fours, huffing and grunting. I approached her carefully. I wasn't scared that she would hurt me; I just didn't want to startle her. As she turned, she saw me.

Her face seemed to soften instantly. She moved towards me, pressing her large head into my chest. I ran my fingers through her fur, over her cheeks, over her ears and through her mane. We stayed like that for a moment, until she had calmed down.

Eventually Quinn moved off of me and stood up with her back to me. I saw her body convulse and pop in and out of place as she turned back into her human form. Shamelessly, I raked my eyes up her body.

It was something to be marvelled at. The definition of her muscles on her back was amazing. The way her shoulders moved and the curve of her back above her wonderfully perky ass was hypnotising. I wanted to look for as long as I wanted, let my eyes linger, but she turned slightly to look at me, one arm over her breasts.

She had a smirk on her lips that told me she knew I looked and that I was enjoying the view. "Pervert." She said, but I heard the tease in her voice. I just shrugged and threw the clothes I had brought at her.

"Just enjoying the view." I saw a blush creep over her features before she turned to pull the sweat pants and vest top on. She looked good. She looked good in whatever she wore. "So what happened?" I felt her anger boil up inside her again. I moved to lean against a tree as I listened to her talk.

She paced back and forth across the clearing. She was getting herself worked up and she was going to vent. It's what she needed.

"Santana tried to tell me not to hang out with you anymore. Where does she get off telling me what to do? I'm the head cheerleader! I should be telling her what to do. Not the other way around. If I want to spend time with you then that's my business." She wasn't looking at me. She was just throwing her arms out, shouting, breathing hard.

I couldn't help but feel wetness pool between my legs as her chest rose and fell and her anger escalated. The way my clothes clung to her body wasn't helping anything; so much for thinking that I was only emotionally attracted to this girl.

She had to smell my arousal. There's no way that she wouldn't.

"Well if it will make it easier for you then we will be more careful. Maybe we shouldn't hang out so much for a little while." I suggested, but she growled at my input.

"I'm not going to let her bully me away from you. I want to spend time with you and get to know you. So what if I like you? What's that got to do with her? I could kill her if I really wanted to. I bet she doesn't realise that. She hasn't seen me as a wolf since we were twelve years old. I have matured since then. I was a pup the last time she saw me and now I'm getting ready to take over the pack and she thinks that she can mess with me?"

"You really do like me?" I asked, knowing that it would break her trail of thought.

"Haven't you been around lately Rachel? Of course I like you. I like you a lot, so everyone just needs to get the fuck over that. And then she goes and fucking threatens us with slushies! It was my idea to start that in the first place and now she wants to use it against me?"

I watched her as she ranted about her best friend. There was a lot of 'Who does she think she is?', 'That bitch!' and mostly, 'fuck her!' I didn't need to listen. I should have listened to every word but I didn't need to. My attention often roamed over her body or latched on to the way she shouted or pronounced certain words. I stopped listening because I was too turned on to focus on her talking right now.

She was worked up and a worked up Quinn Fabray was all kinds of sexy.

She suddenly stopped dead where she was and looked straight at me. I wondered for a moment if she had finally smelt me. The moment seemed to last an eternity as her chest heaved with her raw emotion. Her eyes caught mine. They were yellow and wild. They glistened with passion and it only added to my desire.

Before I knew it, her face was less than an inch from mine. Her body was pressed up against me, while her hands were either side of my head. I was trapped between her and the tree behind me. I felt her breath wash over me before I felt her soft lips crash in to mine.

The contrast of what her lips felt like and the force she was using, made me whimper. One of my hands went to the side of her face in some attempt to calm her down, as she claimed my lips as her own. She nipped at my bottom lip roughly, before parting my lips with her tongue. She moaned when the warm muscles came in to contact with each other, dancing with one another in a natural kind of exploration.

I wanted to savour everything. I wanted to drag it out and never let go, but we quickly ran out of breath.

She pulled back slightly, resting her forehead on mine. Her eyes were back to being hazel as she looked at me. It was almost as if I grounded her again.

xox

AN: DUN DUN DUN!

FINALLY

AAAHHHHHH

Yeah… I'm excited too. I complained to my beta last night that I just wanted to write them together already!

Also, sorry this chapter is so short compared.

So its question time!

What do you guys want to see happen?

Do we want Finn to make an appearance?