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On to the chapter.

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Chapter 8: Date Night

Rachel's POV

The first thing that should have alerted Rachel that today was going to be a horrible, terrible day should have been when she woke up at 4:30 in the morning drenched with sweat and her heart palpating. It was the first nightmare she had in a long time. The second sign should have been when she dropped chocolate milk on her white cardigan and had to run upstairs to change her entire outfit. The wardrobe malfunction resulted in her being late for school. That was the third sign that Rachel utterly ignored.

Then she got to school and was met with a smiling Kurt by her locker. He immediately got into a tale about his night time activities prompting the frazzled brown haired woman to forget all about the chaos of her morning. When thoughts of the morning incidents came to her mind Rachel just shrugged it off and chalked the experience to a mere coincidence. The human should have realised that nothing in her life was a coincidence. She wasn't blessed for happy or unlucky accidents. Events in her life had a precise reason. The little diva however was not aware of that fact.

The day progressed and as time wore on Rachel began feeling moderately better. At lunch she sat with her usual crew only this time Sam, Puck and Mike (she finally attained the name of Sam's other best friend) joined them. Puck grumbled the entire time while Mike struck a conversation Tina. What they spoke about baffled her as Tina was a woman of few words but it seemed as if the Asian could bring the other Asian out of her shell. Sam spent majority of lunch talking about the comic books and superheroes. The minority of lunch was spent glancing at her ever few minutes as to make sure she was okay with him talking to Artie. Rachel was more than okay with it because that way she could observe Sam without being called out on it. At least she thought she could observe him without being found out but Kurt was too sneaky for his own good and he gave her a sly look every time she stared at Sam for too long. She couldn't help herself. The more time she spent with the mysterious boy the more she wanted to uncover the many layers that made him up.

As she made her way to History later on in the day she walked past Quinn. The blonde cheerleader made it her goal to make direct eye contact with Rachel and Rachel would swear that the girl had a satisfied yet cruel smirk on her features. The look elicited a heavy feeling in the pit of Rachel's stomach and later on during the lesson Rachel thought about it with a furrowed brow. 'What made Quinn so happy in the first place?' the question plagued her throughout the day until school was over and Rachel met Sam in glee club. His bright, wide smile expelled her previous worried thoughts. It was only after he left the room did she realise what he had been trying to tell her. He had to leave early because he had to do something to tell his father. If Rachel hadn't been so lost in her thoughts she would have questioned him about it. She hoped it wasn't serious.

The last sign Rachel should have noticed that signalled Thursdays were not her day was when Quinn Fabray and her two minions walked into one of the only places Rachel considered her sanctuary. She refused to call the two girl next to Quinn anything but minions as it seemed that they followed Quinn everywhere and seemed to do everything the girl asked of them. That was the definition of a minion in Rachel's books. Mr Shue stood up from his place at the piano and quietened the class before he greeted the three girls and…wait…welcomed them to glee club. Shut the front door. What was happening? Rachel would swear at the moment she looked like a gaping fish which everyone in the room noticed including Quinn. Artie leaned over the side of his wheel chair to whisper to Rachel, "You are so dead."

Rachel couldn't help close her eyes and groan in agreement; she was so dead. Why did she say yes to a date with a man that Quinn Fabray claimed as hers? Oh yes now she knew. It was because Rachel Berry had a death wish.

At the end of glee rehearsal after almost everybody left the room save for Kurt, Quinn, Santana, Puck and her. Rachel should have bolted as soon as glee was over except as mentioned above Rachel Berry had a death wish which translated when she willing initiated conversation with the blonde cheerleader of doom. But Rachel never let her bullies see her cry neither did she show them any sign of weakness. Just because she moved to a new town doesn't mean she was going to let those who were 'popular' insult her without fighting back. She may be afraid of the deadly looks Quinn frequented her way but that doesn't mean Quinn needs to know she was afraid.

Equipped with a smile so fake that Rachel could have seen it from two states over Quinn made her way to Rachel. "Hi, I'm Quinn Fabray. I haven't had the pleasure of properly meeting your acquaintance before. You are?" Even her tone had an artificial tinge to it.

With a smile to rival the blonde Rachel replied, "Rachel berry," she extended a hand out before continuing, "but you already knew that, didn't you?" she raised an eyebrow before withdrawing the hand before Quinn had the opportunity to shake it.

With a quirk in her smile Quinn defended her line of questioning, "it's just we don't get any new comers to our quaint town, especially in senior year."

"How would you know? Is this not your first time being a senior?" Rachel asked innocently knowing fully well what her accusation will do to the girl in front of her.

"Statistics," she almost snarled her word out.

"Oh well. I didn't expect to like it here as much as I do. Your quaint little town is a very comfortable place to live in and I find I am quite enjoying my time here. I envision my senior year to be one the best years of my schooling career." It was as she was saying her monologue to Quinn did she notice the stink eye Kurt gave her and she began concluding her conversation (if you could call it that. It was an action that intended to scare the tiny human off).

"It was a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you. Now that you're in glee club, I hope that we can be friends," she finished off with a smile and a tone that left Quinn Fabray stunned and speechless. On the outside she might have been cool and collected but her mind was swarming and her heart was racing. She couldn't believe she just did that, Rachel 1, Quinn 0, at least for now anyway.

She smiled at Noah, who was looking at her weirdly as she was exiting the choir room. Kurt grabbed her elbow on her way and gritted out, "you so have death wish." She looked up at her friend and wondered how he heard the conversation from the other end of the room. He must have seen the livid expression of Quinn's and assumed.

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Kurt had come back to Rachel's place after school that day. They planned on baking cookies, well Rachel was going to bake and Kurt was going to watch and steal cookie dough while they chatted about the day. It was when Rachel was making the second batch of dough after putting the previous one in the oven for its required time that Kurt decided it was safe to broach the topic.

"Rach what were you thinking?"

She gave him a puzzled look, "I like white sugar. I know the recipe says to use brown sugar to make the cookies more brown and crisp but I prefer to add a bit of coffee into it. It gives it a darker taste and makes it brown as well."

"What?" Kurt spluttered out in a scrunched face.

"What?" Rachel replied just as baffled. She really did like white sugar more.

"I wasn't talking about the cookies. I was talking about earlier today. With Quinn." He slowly enunciated.

Oh her mind supplied before, "what about it?" She asked as she raised her hand to wipe a bead of sweat on her brow.

"I don't know. You tell me. The girl looked like she was about to murder you seven ways from Sunday." He stated with a solemn expression on his face.

Rachel halted in her mixing movements, genuinely confused, "I don't understand that reference."

Kurt sighed, frustrated that Rachel picked that part of his sentence to comment on and not the actual question he was asking her to answer. "That's not the point Rachel. It's like you want to deliberately get on Quinn's bad side. That girl can make your life a living yell." He steered the conversation back to the important part.

"I was on Quinn's bad side the moment I got to this school." she responded matter-of-factly and like it didn't bother her…but it did. She did nothing to the girl.

"Rach, I just don't want you to get hurt. Look Quinn and Sam know each other ever since they were like pups," her face scrunched up at the word, "babies and… Look high school is a kingdom on its own. It's a well-known fact. And in every kingdom its people have their place in society. The popular kids are royalty. Quinn is the head cheerleader, she the HBIC. You and I and Artie and our merry band of misfits, we're the commoners. And Sam's the quarterback, the reluctant prince."

"Sam plays football?" Rachel once again chose to comment on the irrelevant part of Kurt monologue.

"Well no, he's the captain of the swimming team still the same thing…" he answered her waving his hand at the same time to show its insignificance to the conversation.

"Not really she interrupted, shaking her head in contradiction. "Swimming and football are two very different sports with completely different rules and goals.

"Not the point I'm trying to make Rachel." he exasperatingly articulated. "When the wicked witch stakes a claim on the reluctant prince the whole kingdom fears for their life if they so they so much as interact with the charming yet oblivious prince." He carried on with his analogy hoping Rachel would understand exactly what he is trying to say.

"Sam is not an object you lay claim to. He is a person." She laid out firmly before giving him credit, "and I understand the analogy which is very creative by the way. But you told me that Quinn and Sam were not romantically involved. " She pointed out yet again.

"They're not." He agreed. "But…"

"You encouraged me to say yes to the date. I don't understand Kurt." She whispered.

"I know. I shouldn't have. I know what kind of person Quinn is. I know how-how dangerous she can be when she feels threatened and you're just…"

"Just what Kurt?" she stared daggers at him. "Finish your sentence."

"Rach" he whispered helplessly trying to reach out for her hand. She just yanked it back against her chest.

"Kurt, I'm not a little girl. I have dealt with bullies before, I can handle myself." She defended. She hated being seen as weak when she was anything but.

"Rachel you're at the bottom of the proverbial pyramid. You don't know what you're getting into. Quinn will eat you alive. I get that you were bullied but Rachel they were not her. There's a fine line between bravery and stupidity" he used her full name hoping to get across the severity of the situation.

"And there's a fine line between honesty and friendship Kurt." She whispered back, hurt at his allegations. She hoped that he of all people would believe that she could stand up to Quinn

"Rachel'' he looked forlorn at her words.

"No. I don't want to talk about this anymore. If you don't support my choices then there's nothing I can do about it." She said before she walked pass him, up the stairs and into the bathroom.

When she came out ten minutes later the kitchen was silent and it looked as if Kurt had never been there in the first place.

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"Hey dude," Sam turned to face the voice, "Sup man," he replied to Puck before turning back to his laptop and clicking on the link that would lead him the times of the next full moon sightings.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he peeked over the blondes shoulder to answer the question for himself. "Looking at exactly what time the moon will be at its apex. Full moon's next week Friday …"

"Friday…but," Puck interrupted with a look of shock and confusion. He, as well as everyone else in the pack was under the impression that the next full moon would be three weeks from now. The three weeks were going to give them more than enough time to prepare everyone for their transformation.

"Exactly! I taught dad how to properly use the program but you know old people and the internet is never a good combination. Anyway I decided to just double check today in class because I was bored and I figured out that the full moon is next week Friday which means,"

"Come Saturday we going to have a bunch of new wolves running around, myself included," as unexpected as the news was Puck couldn't prevent his tone from portraying his inner giddiness. For years the only connection Puck had to his wol was a mental one, come next week he was finally going to become acquainted with the physical form of his wolf. Would he have black fur? Or brown? Or would he be more sandy brown/blackish like Sam? Would he be large? Average? Larger than average? His mind raced with the different probabilities and he couldn't contain his excitement.

He was always envious that Sam got to transform so many years earlier because of his alpha heritage. He had years to get accustomed to his form. To become used to running, fighting and being one with his wolf. He couldn't wait for Friday.

His happiness must have been too visible because Sam began speaking in a very timid voice, "Puck as much as you need to prepare yourself for turning you have to also prepare for it not happening. I know you are…anxious to finally 'meet' your wolf but it might not happen this time." he spoke slowing. They've been slaves to the moon from the time they were born. The presence of the moon bringing up side effects from irritableness to the deep desire to kill and eventually the gift or curse; depending on one's perspective, of shifting into a creature of the night. Sam chose to see it as a gift. For years his wolf was just a voice in his mind, a subconscious, a friend when the world got too silent and troublesome.

Sam saw it as such: we were all born with this inner strength and pride, with a trigger, that drives a person to be the kind of person they are. The moon in his opinion gifted them with a physical manifestation of what they are truly capable of. But regardless of the good traits a person possess they are capable unsavoury characteristics, anger, rage, desperation that can drive even the best of people to commit wrong. Even though the moon triggered the change they were not bound to the night or the moon. Once the first shit a wolf can turn on whim.

Puck just shrugged, "so what? If I don't turn now there's still the next full moon or the one after that. Oh come on Sam you are starting to sound like an Alpha, all responsible and boring." He clapped his hand against the blonde's shoulder at his joke.

"I am an Alpha," he supplied in retaliation.

"Imagine how awesome it would be when we finally shift. We can run together. Go hit up a bar a few towns over. Then get laid, well I'll get laid. You can be my wingman. Yeah, wingman that sounds awesome. Mike will probably come to but he'll end up on the dance floor as usual and then steal all the girls attention and I'll never get laid," he ended of his sentence at the realisation of Mike's talent before correcting himself, "scratch that we won't tell Mike we're going. Yep that sounds perfect." He clapped the blonde in the computer chair yet again with a wide smile on your face.

"I can't even begin to tell you how many offensive things you said in your few sentenced but it does sound awesome man and turning. It's amazing man; when you run, with the wind running through your fur, getting basked in the light of the moonlight. I can't wait.

They then turned to the computer in front of them, Sam still on the chair with Puck hovering before getting tired of that stance and dragging the bench from the end of the bed forward. Sam closed the tab with moon sightings and times and opened a new one. Eventually the boys got so engrossed in the computer that Puck completely forgot to mention that Quinn joined glee club or that Quinn had a weird conversation with Rachel. When he did mention it, as he was slipping out of the front door hours later Sam ended up grabbing fistful of his shirt and dragging him back inside to explain all the while the mohawked boy grumbling words like 'alphas' 'creepy strength' 'fucking commanding voice' and 'let me tell you something, that is not the way you treat your best friend buddy.'

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Sam walked into the kitchen to find his mum at the stove. He could hear the sounds of the TV and the voices of Louie, Dewey and Huey as well as his sister and brothers laughter mingled in there. He walked around the counter to place a kiss to his mother's cheek and peek a gaze over her shoulder to look into the pot even though his senses told him she was making chicken alfredo for supper. She gave him a smile and teased him about his height telling him how intimidating it was that her son towered over her figure so greatly before asking him to set the table.

As he walked over to the cabinet to grab the dinner plates his mum asked, "So your father told me that you double checked and discovered that our pack is going to have new pups earlier than we anticipated." She initiated conversation.

"Yep, as the night of Friday changes and the sun rises we will have new 'official' members to our pack. Dad's letting me prep them," Sam beamed displaying his happiness at finally being given a task he was worthy off.

"That's great Sam," his mother replied displaying a smile to rival his own, showing just how proud she was of him.

"Well I have been watching the man do it for years." He shrugged.

"Don't be modest. So what do you plan on doing with them?" She asked genuinely interested in her sons approach to the most important event in a wolf's life.

"Well, seeing as everyone that's going to change are seniors in our school I figure we gather on a Saturday." He said as he placed a fork and knife on either side of the plate at the dinner table

"Tomorrow is Friday. You should spread the news fast so they all know to show up," she advised.

"Nah I'll just tell Santana," he said nonchalantly implying the outgoing attitude of the Latina girl and her ability to spread rumours throughout McKinley.

"Samuel!" his mother admonished with a gasp.

"Sorry. I didn't mean it like that," he said meekly even though he did. "Anyway; I figure we meet around lunch and I tell them the news and what we're going to do to prepare so as to take the transition as smooth as possible but not before dad gives them the 'talk'" he air-quoted pausing in his arrangement of the glasses.

"Ahh of course, the 'We need each and every one to acknowledge just what a monumental event is going to occur.." his mother tried to imitate the gruff tenor of his father that he could not help but join in, interrupting her speech in an equal attempt,

"An inevitable event you all have been waiting for"

"But you need to not be discouraged if it does not occur during this cycle" she continued.

It just means that your wolf is not ready to present itself and that your body is not ready for the change but do not fear as it will happen," he nodded his head as he spoke pretending to look out at a bunch of teenager wolves and she-wolves.

"You are destined for it" his mother concluded before they both dissolved in a heap of giggles and laughter.

His mother wiped a tear at the corner of her eye. Their little charade so funny that it made her stomach ache and tears appear, "your father is a wonderful man," she sighed.

"Yeah a wonderful alpha as well," Sam agreed with a small smile as he placed the jug of water and juice at the centre of the table, the last object in his preparation of the dinner table.

"Sam…"

He picked his head up to gaze at his mother.

"You double checking and prepping for the wolves. It's… you are going to be an amazing Alpha one day. I am so proud of you," she exuberated, her smile reflecting the immensity and genuineness of her words.

He blushed at her comment. He may have Alpha blood running through his veins but he was still a momma's boy and her words meant a lot to him. Sensing his discomfort she shooed him from the room to fetch his brother and sister as dinner was ready, while she retrieved his father from his study.

He walked into the TV room to find his brother and sister lounging on adjacent leather couches, eyes glued to the television screen. He plopped himself unceremoniously on the seat next to his sister and then picked up the tiny feet and propped it in his lap. "Whatcha watching squirt?" he asked.

"Quack Pack," she responded trailing her eyes to him her face showing a 'duh' expression. Before he could comment his brother spoke, "which you would have known if you looked at the screen," his eyes indicating the famous three ducks with their red, blue and green outfits to showing their difference only Sam could never remember which one was Huey or Louie or Dewey.

"No one like a smartass," Sam frowned as he reached over the arm of the sofa and ruffled his brother's hair. His words and actions only produced a tongue out expression from his brother before fixing his eyes on the television yet again. "Is it true?" he turned to face the little blonde haired girl on his right, "is the full moon early?"

"Eavesdropping are we?" he taunted, not answering her question. "It's not my fault I have superhuman hearing," she volleyed immediately. He hummed at her response. Both of his siblings were smart asses. "The moons not early, it's on time. We just misinterpreted the readings. You can't tell anyone Stella, not yet. But yes the moons next Friday."

"Wicked! Will anything happen to us?" she asked excitedly.

"Well you won't change if that's what you're asking," he replied. He'd never lie to his sister, "but the moon will make you irritable. As you get older its effect on you will increase but for now the effect will be small. You have years before you have to worry," as he spoke he could see his brothers ears were peaked in interest. Stevie's posture was the exact opposite of his sister who stared at Sam with big eyes gleaming with curiosity and excitement. She loved talking to her brother, he always answered her questions honestly, never sugar coating, trusting that she was big enough to handle the truth.

"Come on now, dinner is ready," he reached for the remote to put the television off. As he was standing Stella asked, "What did mum make?"

"Well don't you have superhuman smelling along with your superhuman hearing?" he goaded. Her only response was to give him a level headed glare; well that was what she was aiming for. To Sam she just looked adorable with her furrowed brows and sparkling eyes.

That night after his family sat at the dinner table talking about their days, full moons, and Sam's mate he made his way through the forest on all fours to see his mate one last time before the night was over. His leaving school early prevented him from spending time with her today and the wanted to rectify the problem. What he found sent a shiver of both excitement and fear through his spine. There, in the Berry backyard, just below Rachel's window was a tray of chocolate chip muffins, judging by his muzzle. He knew he frequented the bushes below her window and he knew that she saw him once or twice but the fact that she left him a snack meant that she trusted him, trusted a monster which she shouldn't. She didn't know it was Sam, to her it would seem as if it was a wild animal and Rachel feeling comfortable around a wild wolf terrified him. That night he slept below his window too terrified but he was unaware as to what. Regardless he only left when he heard the blaring of her alarm the next morning. As he ran back home a smile graced his face. It was Friday and in mere hours he would be on a date with the woman he is meant to spend the rest of his life with.

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He ran home, showered ate breakfast all in thirty minutes before he made his way to school. The day progressed very well. Rachel was at her locker when he came in. she was humming a tune he was unfamiliar with and was riffling her locker. Her hair was in a ponytail and from the side he had a clear view of her neck, sooth and supple. The wolf within him stirred and the closer he walked the stronger her scent become. When she realised Sam was there she greeted him with a big smile completely oblivious to the inner battle he was having, where he was debating the pros and cons of crowding her into the locker and kissing her senseless before burring his face in her neck and delighting in her delicious smell. He shook his head at the path his thoughts were taking and greeted her back. He asked her how her night was and they finalised their plans. They were going to meet in the parking lot of Breadstix. Sam attempted to convince her into letting him pick her up at her house but she was adamant on meeting him instead insisting that her dads would be home tonight and they would want to meet (torture according to Rachel but he is paraphrasing here) him. He told her to stay out of the woods to which she gave him a puzzled look before departing to his morning class.

He didn't get a chance to see Rachel after that and when he did school was over and she was nowhere in the vicinity. He deliberated going to her house to see her but then he realised she never gave him her address and if he came by unannounced he would give off crazy stalker vibes. He didn't want Rachel to become scared and think he was a stalker….even if he was. Instead he went home and spent time with his mother who was at the kitchen table helping the twins with their homework. An hour went by where he helped with as much as he could before going upstairs to shower. Afterwards he spent well over thirty minutes trying on numerous outfits, finding a fault in each one before his mother came upstairs and took pity on him shoving a pants and black shirt in his direction. That was on the end of his mental panic; after that he stood in front of the floor length mirror criticising his outfit and deliberating what to do with his hair (in the end he left it as it was, to fall over his forehead) . Finally when he realised he was going to be late he bounded down the stairs using his abilities to go faster to which he heard a scolding from his mother followed by a 'have fun' before he was out of the house and speeding down the driveway.

The next stop was to pick up a bouquet of flowers because he was a gentleman like that before stopping in the parking lot of Breadstix as planned. They were going to meet at seven. He made it there with exactly two minutes to spare. Only he didn't wait two minutes. He watched as the minute handle on his watch ticked by 7:15….7:22….7:34….7:42….7:53….at 8:00 he decided that Rachel was not going to show up. He didn't know whether he was sad or angry but he was definitely confused. This morning she spoke to him fine. There was no a trace of hesitance in her tone when they spoke about their date. Regardless of his feelings he started his car, his next destination, Rachel's house. He needed to understand why she didn't come and he couldn't wait till Monday.

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