Hey guys. Got a new chapter for you. I know it took me a while. What can I say? Writing is hard. How was the premiere of Glee? Personally…I loved it. Can't wait for the next one.

I want to thank everyone who reviewed, faved and followed this story. You have been amazing. I got a review a while back saying that they wished Rachel would be more comfortable to seeing the wolf outside her window. And I understand why you feel as such. But the reason I chose for her to be scared was simply fight or flight and as a first reaction I think Rachel would run and hide at the sight of a wild animal. She doesn't know its Sam yet and as time goes on I promise she will become more accustomed to the wolf. I bet you notice it already is happening. I hope this answers your question.

I hope you enjoy the chapter. Oh and if anyone is wondering I changed the synopsis of the story. it's still the same story I just edited the summary.

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Chapter 9: Aftermath

'I spoke to her today. She was fine today. She said she would meet me. She was fine. She promised. She was fine today. Why didn't she come? She was fine today.' Sam turned the keys of his car effectively cutting it off before grabbing the bouquet of flowers and making his way across the street and up the driveway to Rachel's door. He took a deep breath before knocking. He knew he shouldn't have come but he had to know why. The door opened and behind it, in her pyjamas was one Rachel Berry. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw him and almost inaudibly, "What are you doing here?"

"I don't understand," he mumbled, his hands limp at his sides and the eyes downcast, lost in thought. "I spoke to her today. She was fine today. She said she would meet me. She was fine. She promised. She was fine today. Why didn't she come? She was fine today.' Since he left the parking lot of Breadstix this internal monologue kept running through his head, this probably being the thirtieth time.

"How do you know where I live?" she asked again, still breathless.

"I don't understand. You said you were giving me a chance. This was supposed to be my chance. Why didn't you come?" he finished off brokenly. His mind just kept saying he needed answers and she wasn't giving it to him.

She swallowed so hard that he could see the bones on either side of her oesophagus before shaking her head and making a move to close the door. His once numb hand jerked at the motion and prevented the door from being shut, "no. Tell me why," he roared, the voice of his wolf seeping through. She flinched at his tone and his wolf whimpered at the thought of scaring its mate.

"I'm sorry but I couldn't go through it again," she murmured sucking her lips in retaliation. His eyes trailed the pink of her tongue before responding.

"Couldn't go through with what? You're not making any sense. You were fine this morning." he repeated strongly.

"Well that was before I knew." She retorted immediately, her hand moving pass the threshold. He was surprised at the anger and hurt in her tone. He was seriously missing some vital information here.

"Knew what?" he barked. "Stop shouting! My dad's will hear." it was only after she warned him did he think to strain his ear and he heard the tell-tale signs of the television and mingled laughter. They were unaware of what was currently occurring.

"Knew what," he repeated in a calmer tone, he was eager to know what was going on and he also didn't want to alert his mate's parents. They might come and stop the interaction and Sam needed answers immediately.

She pursed her lips before opening the door fully and steeping out onto the porch. Her folded arms and facial expression made him take a step back. She looked angry and menacing regardless of the pink guitar decorate pyjama's she adorned. Even in this state with so much anger and hurt umping his blood he still thought 'should would make a perfect Luna.'

"Quinn told me everything and I don't really know what's going on between you and Quinn but I don't want to get in the middle of that. Using me to make her jealous… that was a low blow Sam. Making me think that you genuinely liked me, that was there was something there." She shook her head in disbelief before continuing her tirade. Her words only served to increase the bafflement Sam felt. "I don't want to be a pawn in this sick game between you and Quinn. I refuse to. I've been a pawn before let me tell you, it is not pretty. Neither is it something I want to go through again. So let's just pretend that it never happened. You are more than welcome to remain in glee but you and I," she took a deep breath, "let just forget that whatever we were, for however short, never happened because I refuse to be used in some game that I didn't know I was playing. Its hurtful and degrading and frankly a waste of my time" She finished before turning around and slamming the door in his face.

This time he let her, too dumbfounded by her words. He distinctly heard the sounds of crying and he imagined the look on her face accompanied by the hurtful expression he just witnessed. It all fuelled his anger. He turned away from the door and growled in fury. Dumping the bouquet of flowers that now smelt dead and awful to him he made his way to the person who would give him answers. To the person he could demand answers from. He was livid, the wolf in him wanting to know, desperately, why they were rejected like that and what exactly they were blamed for.

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Rachel rested her head against the door after having slammed it in Sam's face. She thought back to this morning, to how excited she was for her date with the blonde specimen. She thought about this morning before school and how she picked out her outfit for the date and set it out neatly on the bed. How she took out her curling iron and her make-up….things she never bothered with before but how this morning she wanted everything to be perfect. But then Quinn happened. She cornered Rachel just before glee, told her despicable things. At first Rachel was reluctant to believe the mean girl…after all she was cunning if the stories Rachel heard about the girl were any indication. But then she thought about it, about how comfortable Sam was around the woman, about how he told Quinn she was nobody that day when she saw them together and realised that Quinn must be telling the truth. The girl did have a point. Why would someone who looked like Sam even be the slightest bit interested in someone who looked like her? With her flat hair and animal sweaters? With her two dads and loser status? Other than to use her. It's the oldest trick in the book. Get the girl to think she is pretty and worth your time…get her putty in your hands and then….pull the cloth from over their eyes. It's happened to her before; it didn't seem that improbable for it to occur again.

"Rachel, are you okay? Who was at the door?" he dad asked, looking at her peculiarly. She could imagine how weird she looked plastered to the wall next to the front door about two seconds away from a panic attack.

"Pizza guy, he got the address wrong," she lied smoothly opting to ignore her father's first question pertaining to her health. She didn't know if she could lie through her teeth about being okay when everything about her from her voice to her stance is contradicting that.

"I'm tired, I think I'm going to call it a night," she whispered helplessly but as she walked her mind was clouded with Sam's face. She recalled what looked like genuine shock when she accused him of using her. Maybe he wasn't. Maybe he really did like her. But as if it conjured, Quinn's laugh sounded coupled with her gloating question... "Did you honestly think that he liked you?" then she realised that no Sam Evans was using her and she was too stupid to realise it. It seemed as if Kurt was right after all. Guess she owed him an apology… another sign of Rachel's stupidity. She never apologised before, never had to and now she was going to have to do it to the likes of Kurt and listen to his rattle an infamous 'I told you so.' Great. She thought as she felt a stab of pain in her heart her mind unconsciously going back to Sam and the pain that accompanied the thought.

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He balled his fists so tight, until he felt the dribble of blood catch around the hinges of his fingertips. The prickle of his claws into his palm restrained him from banging on the door in front of him. As gentle as he was capable of he rasped his knuckles on the white slab of wood in front of him, alerting the occupants to his presence. In what seemed like ages but was in reality minutes the door opened and the brown and enquiring head of Quinn's father peeked out. Grinding his teeth he bit out, "Mr Fabray," in greeting.

"Sam," the man stuttered in confusion, wondering why the young boy was at his home at this time of the night.

"Can I speak to Quinn?" he phrased it as a question but if the older wolf refused Sam would just barge in, "it's important," he added after a few seconds reminding himself it would be a lot less messier If he was willingly invited in. All this time he pressed his claws further into his palm. The pain served as a reminder to control himself.

"Um…," the man hesitated out; unsure yet seeing no other option. Sam grazed past him before he could finish and headed straight for the stairs. He'd been in the Fabray house plenty of times to know exactly where Quinn's room was situated, "Mrs Fabray," he nodded as he took the stairs two at a time, wiping his blood stained hands on the rough denim of his jeans.

Quinn was in her pyjamas, turning her head away from her closet when she heard the sound of the door, "Sam," she breathed in surprise.

A second later she felt a hand grip the throat and her back collided with a hard force into the wall next to her closet, "What did you do?" The alpha growled, his eyes flashing blue as he applied pressure to her neck, cutting of her air supply.

"What are you doing? Let go of my daughter," the voice of Quinn's father yelled from the threshold. His voice did nothing but anger Sam further. Sam turned his head "Leave!" The alpha command in his tone evident while his eyes flashed leaving the older wolf no choice but to obey.

He turned his angry gaze back to the scared she-wolf in front of him, "what did you say to Rachel?"

She grappled at his hand trying to get his to release his hold on her, "I can't breathe," she wheezed out. He loosened his grip but didn't release her entirely. "Speak Quinn!"

"I don't know what you're talking about Sam," the tears welled in her eyes. "Tell me the truth," he sounded rougher this time, his Alpha seeping through without his full consent.

"Okay," she used her enhanced strength to swat the hand that was now loosened away from her neck. "Don't even think about lying to me Quinn. Now what did you tell her?"

She raised her dainty hand to her neck rubbing at the spot that Sam had in his grasp. Sam watched as the blood pooled back into place as the healing process began repairing her swollen glands. "I told her…well I implied…I implied that… that we were together," she stuttered out, terrified of his reaction. She had never seen Sam like that, never seen his wolf flash in his eye or hear it in his voice before. Not like this, not so angry.

"Why would you do that?" He barked out before slamming her again into the wall. "What else?"

She sniffed her nose and wiped at the stray tears in her eyes, "I told that you were using her to make me jealous and that….a guy like you would….never go for a girl like her," she finished off, her voice even smaller than before.

Her eyes filled with determination after a few seconds, "which is kinda the truth. I mean she isn't like us. She is just a meek human. She'll never know about us or our culture. She'll never understand… I don't understand your infatuation with her," she bit out defiantly.

"And you don't have to. My 'infatuation' has nothing to do with you. What I do or feel for Rachel is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS." He roared livid at the way Quinn was describing his mate. His voice made her bow her head in involuntary submission.

He crowded her against the wall, his tone soft but his words still held power, "You are to leave Rachel alone. I don't care that you joined glee club but if I get a whiff of you plotting or scheming against her in anyway," he licked his lips, "if you ever think about making her life a living hell, it would do you well to remember that I could do so much worse to you," his eyes flashed, electric and fear inducing. His finger closed around her neck again loose before slowing applying pressure. Bending his head, "I think you forget who I am, what I'm truly capable of," he whispered in her ear, his voice low and menacing, threat implicit before striding out of her room. Only once he left the front door did Quinn allow herself to continue breathing. What just happened?

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Sam sighed as he spotted his father at the porch, giving him the look, a mix between despondent and understanding. "Let me guess, you received a call from the Fabray residence," he snarled out. Figures. He didn't have the energy or patience to deal with his father right now.

It has been two hours since he left Quinn's place. He contemplated turning and just running to clear his head but his emotions were all over the place and he was afraid being in his wolf form may push him over the edge and he might do something he will later regret…like barge into Rachel's room and claim what is his, what his wolf is screaming in possession.

His father didn't wake up from his perch on the porch bench. "I did," his father agreed with a nod of his head but he didn't speak any further, allowing Sam the opportunity to explain himself.

"I just…I was so mad. I don't know what happen. I just couldn't control it," he gritted out shoving a hand in his hair in frustration before slamming himself down on the stair in helplessness. His anger from the early parts of the night dissipated until he was left with the core of his problems. "Seeing her like that, hearing her say these things it hurt…to think I did that to her. And I just got madder. She promised to give me a chance. I just wanted that chance and when I heard Quinn said something to her…I just saw red. She wasn't giving me any answers."

"But Quinn could," his father supplied seating himself next to his son, "You could get the answers from Quinn. You just had to ask correctly," his father whispered.

"I didn't mean to my voice. She wasn't…she wouldn't tell me the truth and at that point it was not only my wolf that got furious at being kept in the dark. So yes I used my voice," he raised his head to answer his father.

"I understand Sam. The need to claim your mate, to get her to give you a chance," he sympathised.

"No you don't. With mum, she already knew. She knew what you were and what was expected of her. She understood. With Rachel…" he licked his lips, teeth gnawing at the fuller bottom lip.

"I'm scared. As the days go by I learn more about her, see a different side and as the times passes I fall more. I'm scared that one day soon my wolf is going to claim her and I'm going to be too open to the possibility that I won't be able to stop him," he finally admitted to the fear that was grappling him from the moment he laid eyes on Rachel. He knew he would regret it if he claimed her against her will but fighting of the wolf was too difficult sometimes. His father placed a comforting hand on his sagged shoulders.

"Sam you're a teenager. Your testosterone levels are higher than usual and combined with the other hormones in your body it's only natural that you're feeling possessive and protective."

"I wanna be there all the time. I wanna constantly touch her. Sometimes something as simple as holding her hand even for a brief moment quells this struggle in me." he used his hands, trying to demonstrate the power of his instinct and his struggle with it.

"Give it time son, it will get easier. I promise, but that doesn't stop the worry or the protectiveness. However you can't let your wolf get the better of you. Bringing it to the forefront like you did tonight, Sam that was reckless…"

"I-," Sam's head jerked up in interruption but his father just raised his palm up to stop Sam's talking and he carried on with his chiding, "I know. You can't blame circumstances. An alpha needs to remain in control in an unstable environment."

Sam hung his head and focusing on the wringing of his hands he spoke, "I'm sorry. Using my voice on Quinn was wrong. Even if what she did was despicable taking her choice away from her was worse." He admitted although a part of him didn't feel guilt for what he did.

"I know, but I'm not the one you owe an apology to. Now go to bed. You're restless and tired and I will not allow you to sleep outside your mate's window in this state."

Sam head jerked up once more utterly shocked that his father knew that. His father only offered a shrug and a know-it-all look in explanation. He was right though if he changed his wolf would take over. He knew it and he didn't know if he possessed the strength right now to fight against his inner being. Resigned to his father word he stood and headed straight for his room. He buried his face in his pillow and groaned when he realised he needed to train the potential wolves tomorrow. Like he needed any more stress in his life.

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Rachel woke up the next morning with red rimmed eyes and a hole in her heart but if asked she would deny it ever being there. Her dads had asked her what was wrong, if it was something they should be worried about, if there was anyone they needed to sue but Rachel just shook her head and asked as politely as she could to be left alone, to be given space.

She placed herself on the window seat with the journal but no words came. As she looked outside the window, expecting to feel a blanket of comfort wash over her, the same blanket of comfort she felt when she saw the wolf with the silver eyes. But there was neither the safeness nor the wolf that greeted her. The first time she saw the silver eyes, it terrified her. A jolt of fear rippled through the spine and she bolted from her window seat. When she asked Kurt, in the most casual tone she could muster, about wolves and how common they were in this town he fixed a puzzled look in her direction but answered her nonetheless. He said that she shouldn't worry and that the woods that covered most of the town were home to many wolves and that they weren't harmless however she shouldn't go into the woods or provoke them nonetheless. Rachel found it odd that Kurt spoke with such conviction. Like he knew the wolves personally, interacted with them daily but then she shook her head at her absurd thoughts. These wolves were wild creatures she convinced herself, but why didn't the one that stayed under her window not attack her? If it was so vicious? And why did Rachel leave a plate of biscuits for it if she was afraid of it?

She showered and got ready for the day almost mechanically. Her mind worried over the many other happenings in her life. One of which she knew she had to rectify but still scared her. She dressed and made her way to the Hummel residence. The walk up the driveway was almost painful. Rachel had never apologised before. She never had reason to. Now she did and having never done it before she worried the bottom lip and fiddled with the strap of her bag that was slung over her shoulder.

When the door opened, Kurt seemed surprised to see her there but nevertheless he gave her an opportunity to speak. Rachel's mouth opened but no words came out before, "You can tell me 'I told you so."

"What?" he asked baffled at her greeting.

"You were right. I was being gullible and fell right into her trap and by her I mean Quinn." He reluctantly admitted. Rachel wasn't very good at admitting she was wrong. Neither was she good at apologising but her she was, attempting to do both. The words finally caught up to the boy in front of her, realising what she was implying.

"Oh Rachel," he sighed in sorrow. "I'm not going to say 'I told you so'"

Rachel unknowingly sighed at that. She didn't want him to gloat. It was hurtful enough as it was. "Thank you," she whispered in gratitude.

"I'm sorry too," her head jerked up at. Shocked that he picked up her I told you so comment was an apology. "What I said was…harsh. I shouldn't have expected you know about Quinn and Sam is a nice guy."

"Exactly! He sounded genuine but I was fooled, which a common occurrence for me," she muttered bitterly. She hated how easily she could get tricked. Quinn was right, she was so desperate for friendship and companionship that tricking her was like giving candy to a child.

"Anyway, it's Saturday and I'm tired of wallowing so I was thinking we could go the mall, have lunch then come home and watch a movie."

"Rach, I'd love to but I got this…thing…family related," he stuttered to explain or come up with a suitable lie.

"No, its fine I understand," she smiled. He probably just had other plans…personal plans.

"I don't know how long this thing is going to be but I'll come by straight after?" he phrased it like a question. Rachel could accept his attempt so she smiled warmly and agreed before making a beeline for her car. Once she got in she realised she didn't want to go back home and sulk so she decided to drive around and listen to music hoping both the tasks would make her stop thinking or at least stop thinking about Sam or Quinn and suddenly her mind conjured both Sam and Quinn…together and she cringed at the thought and ignored the jealousy rearing its ugly head like a fireball in her heart.

Her overthinking led her to drive into the next town over and she decided to go to the supermarket there because it seemed bigger than her local one. She pushed her trolley through the aisles; the same trolley that already contained junk food and ice-cream for later when Kurt came…if he came.

She halted in the cereal aisle and contemplated how she was going to get her chocolate flavoured one (a guilty pleasure of hers) when out of nowhere she felt a looming presence before her and the hand effortlessly reach up at retrieve the white and green box. She turned shocked and was greeted with…a giant…at least next to her, with a goofy grin, "there you go," handed her the box.

She smiled in appreciation "erm thanks," still weirded out at his presence.

"Well I couldn't help but notice you struggling and thought I could help," he indicated to his height implying exactly how he could help.

"So far in life, being short has been nothing but a disadvantage to me," she commented in retaliation. He huffed out a laugh at that.

"Are you new here?"

"Is it that obvious?" she asked with a grimace.

"Nah, it's a small town. Everybody knows everybody," he shrugged in answer.

"Great, well I am new, just from the next town over, Erie Copses." She answered.

"Ahh the town of Copses," he sneered in obvious distaste.

"Well you don't have to say it like that," she taunted. He just laughed at her response to his displeasure of the town. The guy that walked past just looked at the both of them funny. Like the supermarket was not meant for idle chit-chat and he was right. Rachel didn't need make conversation with strangers.

"Well McKinley is lucky to have to," he complimented her with an overzealous smile.

"That's only cause they don't know me," she mumbled almost inaudibly under her breathe and by the look of his furrowed face he heard her. "Anyway it's was lovely to meet you…" she attempted to end the conversation.

"Finn," he supplied.

"…Finn," she repeated, "thank you again for helping me," she graced him with an appreciative smile.

"It's was my pleasure…"

"Rachel…"

"It was my pleasure, Rachel." he said.

"Well…I'll see you around," the conversation got awkward. I mean they didn't know each other and small talk was over and Rachel just wanted to go home and eat her ice-cream so she pushed her trolley to the nearest cash till. As she wheeled away se could have sworn she heard him say, "Yes you will."

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"So what really happened?" Kurt asked from his place across from Rachel. They were sitting on the couch in the family room, the movie long since forgotten. Rachel sighed and placed her bowl of vanilla ice-cream on the table in front of her before dragging her knees to her chest and placing her chin atop it, "Quinn happened," she sulked.

Kurt face took on a look of fear and puzzlement, "why don't you start from the beginning…like the morning of."

She raised her head from her knee and re-positioned herself cross-legged on the couch, "the day started off fine. I went to school, met Sam just before class. We made plans to meet in the parking lot of Breadstix. He looked excited. I was too. I saw him in passing just before lunch. He smiled at me," she shrugged, "so I assumed everything was still fine."

"And then Quinn happened," she closed her eyed in defeat.

"What did she do?" Kurt asked. He made a silent vow to only comment after he knew the entire story.

"It was more like what she said," Rachel commented before leaning over to grab her ice-cream bowl again. She needed to do something with her hands. She was already feeling crestfallen reliving the day…again.

Kurt waited a couple beats, giving her time to either skip the retelling of the conversation or time to actually start the conversation.

"She erm said that she and Sam a thing and I was getting between them but then she was like 'it's okay, you didn't know', and I swear she sounded so patronising when she said that." she swallowed as she remembered the look on Quinn's face.

"That wasn't even the worst part, she was logical. I hate logic," Rachel spat stabbing her spoon into the white mush in her bowl.

She snorted in dry amusement before continuing, "After school I came home and knew from the time she spoke to me that I couldn't go to the date."

Kurt realised that was all Rachel was going to share about her talk with Quinn. "So you didn't go because of what Quinn said. Maybe you should have let Sam explain."

"It doesn't matter why I didn't go on the date. I mean Quinn was right but it got me thinking…really thinking. I don't know Sam. I mean he's got this life here...that I know nothing about and my life, my life is not her. I am going to apply NYADA, get in and become a Broadway star. Erie Copses….it's just a pit stop for me. It would be unfair to get into anything with Sam. I may not know much about him but I do know he is a family man. It would be wrong to start something knowing he'll never leave here and I'll never stay." She finished off bitterly her heart heavy at the thought of wanting Sam but knowing she could never have him.

"I know what it's like to be used and back then I was so happy, lost in my blissful ignorance that when I found out it hit me hard. I promised myself that I would never let anybody take advantage of me after that. I would never let myself be in denial again because in the end it only hurts me more."

"So this time I'm not going to let myself be in denial anymore. I am going to be honest with myself. Sam and I can never happen regardless of how much I want it to. Not even if he wants to. We won't work, we won't fit and that's that." she strengthened her resolve, "I just have to keep reminding myself of that." the more she said it to herself the more it would become true. She picked up the bowl of ice-cream and walked to the sink. There was no way she was going to enjoy it now. Not with it looking like a pile of slush in her bowl. It might as well through it down the drain.

Being all the way in the kitchen Rachel didn't get to hear Kurt "it looks like you're already in denial to me Rach." he finished off with a forlorn expression before walking up himself and joining his oblivious friend in the kitchen. Rachel didn't know just how far gone she was.

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