Posting this early because I was on a roll, and also because I wanted to celebrate the one month anniversary of this fic! Also my birthday, because that's tomorrow, but eh. This one's kind of long. Enjoy! Also, this kind of gets dark, so...
Quinn didn't even know that the school had a sub-basement. She hadn't really thought about things like that before, though, so it wasn't much of a surprise. She followed Sugar and Finn, who were carrying Brittany, with Sam and Tina beside her. The group was quiet as they walked through the hallways, with Sugar glancing back at Quinn occasionally. Quinn could tell the girl was hearing her thoughts, and frowned. She wished the girl would stop listening in.
They were halfway to the sub-basement when Sugar whispered something to Finn, who nodded, and took Brittany completely. Sugar stepped towards Quinn, and Sam and Tina exchanged a glance before heading up to Finn, leaving Quinn and Sugar alone.
"Look. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, but hey. I've got asperger's, can't really turn it off. And I sure as heck can't turn off my mind reading. Believe me, it would be so much easier for me if I could," Sugar said. Quinn nodded as the group descended some stairs.
"Alright, Sugar. I'm sorry. I won't-" Quinn was cut off by a gasp.
"Shit..." Someone muttered, and Quinn shot Sugar a glace before pushing to the front of the group. They were in a room that was absolutely destroyed. Claw marks had ripped through the walls, and there were several splotches of blood around the room. Rachel was knocked out in the corner, and Quinn immediately rushed over and made sure she had a pulse. Thankfully, the girl was alive.
"Where's Santana?" Tina asked. Quinn looked around. There was a small door to her left, and Quinn opened it tentatively, cradling Rachel in her arms. Rachel moved closer to her, and Quinn would have appreciated it more if Rachel weren't knocked out, Santana wasn't missing, and the rest of them weren't in mortal danger.
Quinn stepped into the room, before looking back at the group.
"Uh, could Sam and Tina come with me? The rest of you should probably stay back," Quinn said. Mr. Schuester looked like he was about to protest, but Sam and Tina stepped forward and followed her inside. This room looked like some kind of medieval torture chamber. All sorts of weapons and crude devices were stacked on long metal tables. Quinn gasped when she saw Santana shackled to the wall, and ran over. Santana's head tilted upwards.
"Q..." She breathed, and Quinn sighed with relief. Santana was alive. Tina reached over and ripped Santana's shackles from the wall. When Sam and Quinn looked at her curiously, she shrugged.
"Vampire thing," Said Tina. Sam nodded, and grabbed Santana. The group ran out of the creepy room and over to the group.
"Shit, Santana," Finn said, and Santana weakly lifted her head to glare at him. Her eyes softened when she saw Brittany in his arms.
"Is she okay?" She asked. Several people looked surprised, but Mike answered.
"Yeah, she tried to tell us where you and Rachel were and got sick. She's probably the reason we found you," He said. Santana nodded, falling back into Sam's arms.
"Come on, get us the fuck out of here," She said. Sugar laughed weakly.
"Yeah," She said. Mr. Schuester lead the group out of the sub-basement, and into the chorus room.
"Shit, how are you going to act around Sylvester?" Finn asked. The group looked down at Santana and Rachel, who were stationed in chairs as Tina and Blaine patched them up. Santana had several large gashes on top of the one she had gotten from Rachel, and Rachel, who was still unconscious, had several visible cuts.
"I... not sure. I guess... maybe we're going to have to act like nothing happened," Santana said, in between wincing as Blaine applied alcohol to her wounds.
"Or you could quit the Cheerios," Blaine said, and both Santana and Quinn shot him a look.
"No way. People don't just quit the Cheerios," Quinn said.
"Yeah... It's like... Social suicide," Santana said. Quinn nodded.
"Alright, calm down. Just a suggestion to keep you from actually dying at the hands of someone who freaking kidnapped and tortured you," Blaine said, glancing at Santana.
"Blaine's right, girls. It's probably a smart choice to quit the Cheerios right now," Mr. Schuester said. Quinn glared.
"You have no idea what you're talking about. Coach Sue might have the ability to kill us, but she's not the only one. And even if we quit the Cheerios, we wouldn't be safe from her," She said. Finn, Tina, Blaine and Schuester shot her confused looks, while Sam, Santana, and Sugar understood. Mike was disinterested, and Joe... Joe was impossible to read.
"Alright. If you feel so strongly about it... Just, be careful, girls," Mr. Schuester said. Quinn nodded, rolling her eyes.
"Will do," She said, as Rachel stirred.
"Quinn..." She muttered, and Quinn rushed over, ignoring Sugar's looks. Rachel's eyes brightened when she saw Quinn.
"You're here... We're alright," She said, and Quinn nodded.
"Yeah, Rach. We're fine," She said. Rachel looked around.
"Why is Brittany on the floor?" She asked. Quinn laughed awkwardly.
"She told us where you were and passed out," She said. Rachel smiled.
"Thanks for finding me," She said. Quinn returned the smile. Santana coughed.
"Sweet as this is, I'd like to get home some time today. I'm craving my own bed," She said. Several members of the group nodded.
"Alright, you're dismissed. Santana, Rachel, I hope you're alright to head home. I'll stay here with Brittany, if anyone else wants to stay?" Mr. Schuester asked. Santana nodded.
"I need a few more seconds to rest. I can wait," She said. Mr. Schuester smiled.
"I'd recommend heading home in pairs or groups," Rachel said, and Mike rolled his eyes, heading out of the room. Sugar followed, then Sam and Finn, who looked back at Quinn. The blond gestured toward Rachel, and Sam nodded understandingly, pulling Finn out of the room. Blaine, Tina, and Joe left together, and then Quinn helped Rachel to her feet.
"Bye, guys. See you tomorrow, Lopez," Quinn said, leading Rachel out of the room.
"See you around, Fabray," Santana said. Quinn smirked.
"You guys have an... interesting relationship," Rachel said. Quinn raised an eyebrow.
"You think?" She asked. Rachel laughed.
"Thanks for... you know, rescuing me," Rachel said. Quinn shrugged.
"You're welcome. I felt bad, since you were basically kidnapped from my doorstep... How'd you know it was me?" Quinn asked. Rachel looked down.
"I could kind of... hear your voice while I was knocked out..." Rachel said. Quinn nodded.
"Oh. I was talking kind of loud. Good thing Sue wasn't down there," She said. Rachel laughed.
"Yeah. Anyway, thank you again. I'm very glad you found me..." Rachel trailed off.
"What happened? How'd she get you guys? And what the hell happened down there?" Quinn asked. Rachel looked at Quinn.
"Well, Santana and I were really close to your house. We ran into each other. We were kind of arguing really loudly. But, well, then Sue came up and just knocked us out. It was creepy, she wasn't even talking," Rachel said.
"You would think that's creepy. Sorry, sorry. Out of line," Quinn said, and Rachel shrugged.
"It's fine. Sometimes inserting humor into a situation in which it isn't exactly appropriate can help you come to terms with it. I read that in a book somewhere," Rachel said. Quinn rolled her eyes.
"Classic Berry," She said, and Rachel laughed tentatively.
"Yes. Anyway, she knocked us out and I woke up in that room. The walls were all clawed up, and I was alone, and Santana was screaming somewhere nearby... I was about to open the door when the screaming stopped, and Sue threw the door open, and she just... attacked me," Rachel shivered. Quinn pulled the shorter girl closer, Sugar's words echoing in her head.
"Thank you, Quinn..." Rachel whispered.
"You don't have to go on," Quinn replied, but Rachel shook her head.
"No, I do. Telling someone you care about about a traumatic experience can help you cope with it as well. I read that in a different book," Rachel said quietly, and Quinn snorted.
"Alright, go ahead, Berry. Just... don't feel obligated to," Quinn said.
"Thank you, Quinn. She... Sue, she was just kicking, and she had this bat, and it was really worn, there were cracks in it... At some points, in punctured and ripped my skin... Oh god, Quinn, what am I going to tell my dads?" Rachel looked up at Quinn with a new fear, a fear that Quinn herself recognised.
"Tell them... tell them you fell down some stairs at school, and someone helped you up and cleaned up your wounds. I'm not sure why the vamps didn't use some kind of magic shit to clean you up..." Quinn trailed off. Rachel shrugged.
"Alright, thank you Quinn. You're such a... such a good friend," Rachel said. Quinn shivered. Sugar's words were back. If anyone knew how she felt, wouldn't it be a mind reader? No, no, it would be her, Quinn Fabray. Wouldn't it? Rachel was closer to her now. They had stopped walking, they were just looking at each other...
Quinn leaned down and pressed her lips to Rachel's. Rachel gasped slightly, before leaning in. Rachel's lips tasted like oranges and vanilla, and Quinn didn't want to let that go, so she pulled Rachel into her, feeling everything that was Rachel all around her. And then everything that was Rachel became everything, and it was just Rachel, all around, and it just felt right. Quinn let out a soft moan, as Rachel's hands were in her hair, and then she needed to breath, so she pulled back slowly. And it all sank in.
"Shit, Rachel, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" Rachel cut her off with another kiss, this one slightly shorter, but still enough to take Quinn's breath away.
"Wow..." Quinn said as Rachel pulled away.
"Yeah..." Rachel said, for once not knowing what to say.
"Shit, shit, I can't... Rachel, my parents... Not only are you a Hunter, you're a girl, and... god, my parents would hate me if they knew half the stuff I've been doing," Quinn said, running a hand through her hair.
"Quinn... none of that was wrong. The saving our friends, the not killing me, the kiss... it was all right. Your parents are the ones who are wrong," Rachel whispered. Quinn shivered.
"You... you're right. But, Rachel... I just... I need some time to think. To think about... all this," Quinn said. Rachel nodded.
"Of course. You can have all the time you need. But let's not make this awkward. People would know something was up then. At least, the glee club would," Rachel said.
"Sugar will anyway. I'll have to tell her to keep her mouth shut. But... thank you for letting me have some time. I'll still walk you home, if you'd like," Quinn said. Rachel nodded.
"Thank you," Rachel said. Quinn walked Rachel home in silence, reaching the Berry's rather large house.
"Bye, Rach. See you tomorrow," Quinn said, waving to Rachel as she walked up to her house.
"Goodbye, Quinn! Thanks for everything! Come to me when you're ready to talk," Rachel said. Quinn nodded, watching Rachel enter her house, before turning to head home. She sighed. She was thankful that Rachel was so understanding, but she really did need to think. Just then, she remembered the appointment she had set with Puckerman. Shit. She changed directions, heading for Breadstix.
"So, Schuester. When do you think she's gonna wake up?" Santana asked nervously, sitting on one of the chairs in the chorus room. She shifted uncomfortably, as Mr. Schuester paced the room.
"Call me Will," He said. Santana rolled her eyes.
"Alright, Will. When do you think she's waking up?" She asked. Mr. Schuester shrugged.
"Soon, probably. I've never met a seer," He said. Santana nodded.
"Why'd you stay?" She asked. He shrugged again.
"I feel kind of bad. It's a little bit my fault that she fainted, and I feel bad for pressuring you guys to reveal your identities. I'm sorry about that, by the way. I'm a little overprotective of my clan, and I was angry that they had trusted you with their identities without asking me first," Schuester said. Santana nodded.
"Yeah, it's fine. You kind of made up for it with the whole 'rescuing me and Rachel from my evil cheerleading coach' thing," Santana said. Mr. Schuester laughed.
"It was no problem. Quinn, Brittany, Sam, and Finn did most of the work. I just supervised," Schuester said. Santana nodded.
"Thanks anyway. So, uh, I was kind of wondering. You're... kind of old, I assume. So, I was wondering if you'd ever had any run-ins with werewolves? And could you tell me kind of how they operate?" Santana asked. Mr. Schuester looked at the girl in front of him. She was bruised, battered, and acting like she was one hundred percent alright. But Will had experience with people. He knew that she was scared, and for more than one reason.
"Uh... yeah, Santana. I have. Actually... I can probably help you out. For one thing, werewolf packs are usually made up of one to four families. Many families turn their offspring, but some more modern ones leave them to be humans. I can tell that your family is one of the more... conservative werewolf families," Schuester said. Santana snorted, and Mr. Schuester wondered if he'd said something wrong.
"They're some of the most conservative people you'll ever meet," She said. Will nodded slowly.
"I... see. Anyway, you'll probably gain awareness and control of your wolf form soon. If you get good enough control, after a while, you can shift at will," Mr. Schuester said. Santana looked at him uncomfortably.
"So I could... just choose not to turn into a wolf?" She asked. Mr. Schuester looked at her sadly.
"Well... for a while. After a while, it would get out of control and you would probably go on a rampage," He said. Santana sighed, looking down.
"I... I just want to be normal. If I told everyone what I was, they'd just... they'd hate me. All of them, they'd... I'm a freak," She said. Mr. Schuester looked at her curiously.
"Are... are you sure that the werewolf think is all you're upset about?" He asked. She glared at him.
"Yes," She growled, as Brittany stirred. Santana looked at the girl on the floor and rushed over.
"Britt! Brittany, are you alright?" She asked. Brittany looked up at her and smiled.
"We got you! We got you back!" She said. Santana smiled.
"Yeah, you did, Britt," Santana said. Mr. Schuester was watching the two girls now, with an inkling as to what was going on. He made a mental note to talk to Blaine and Tina about it later.
"Brittany, I'm glad you're awake. I'll leave you and Santana alone now. I've got papers to grade," He said.
"Thanks, Mr Schue," Brittany smiled.
"Yeah, thanks, Will," Santana smirked. Mr. Schuester laughed.
"No problem, Santana. If either of you need anything, my door is always open," He said, before heading out. Teenagers were insane.
"So, Santana, you're okay?" Brittany asked. Santana nodded.
"Yeah, Britt. Are you? You were out for like an hour," Santana said.
"I'm fine. Can you take me home?" Brittany asked. Santana nodded again.
"Of course, Britt. What's your address? I can drive you," She asked. Brittany smiled. There was something special about them that drew them together, and both of them could feel it. They just didn't know yet how deep it ran.
"So, what you're saying is, you think there are... werewolves living in the woods," Puck said into his phone.
"Well, kind of. Also, vampires," Artie said. Puck sighed, looking toward the door for the tenth time in the past ten minutes, this time being greeted by a disheveled Quinn Fabray.
"Shit. I gotta go. I hope I'll have some answers for you soon, Abrams," Puck said, scooting over in his booth as Quinn approached.
"Yeah, bye Pu-" Puck hung up as Quinn sat down across from him.
"Who were you talking to?" Quinn asked. Puck shrugged.
"My mom. She was asking about you, actually," That wasn't entirely a lie. Mrs. Puckerman had been asking about Quinn, because she hadn't been around as much, but it hadn't been just then.
"Oh. Anyway, where do you want me to start?" Quinn shifted. She had no idea why she was telling Puck anything. Only that he had actually kind of cared about her, and seemed genuinely worried about their classmates.
"Try the beginning? Or just skip to the good parts, either way works," Puck shrugged. Quinn almost laughed at his utter... teenager-ness. Or Puck-ness. They were pretty much the same thing.
"Alright, so... Lima kind of attracts some... weird stuff. Like, weird as in, supernatural. And obviously, some people are going to hate that, because sometimes, the supernatural can hurt humans, and, well, that's where I come in. I'm kind of like a monster hunter," Quinn said. She looked at Puck, waiting for him to laugh at her, but he didn't. He barely looked surprised.
"Uh, do you know something about this already?" Quinn asked. Puck looked at her for a moment before answering.
"Yeah, actually. This kid came up to me and pretty much told me the same stuff. Minus the you being a monster hunter thing. Totally never saw that coming. You seem like more of a succubus..." He trailed off, and Quinn gave him a look of disgust.
"Okay, ew, no. Anyway, I was doing my normal thing, staking some werewolves, when this other Hunter drops from the trees and attacks my kill. We talk, leave her- it to die, and then we go our separate ways. Then, in a screwed up twist of fate, the werewolf is my best friend and the Hunter is the person whose life I've been making into a living hell for the past two years. Then Finn and Sam come back, and they're acting kind of weird. Turns out they were struck by lightning, and now have superpowers. A few kids from school are vampires, there's a wizard in our midst, as well as a seer and a girl who can read minds, and one kid who just has no idea what the fuck is going on, and then we organize a little get together to make sure we don't accidentally kill each other. It goes well, we find a teacher sponsor who happens to also be a vampire, and we head home. Only, soon after, my best friend and the other Hunter are kidnapped, we get them back and find out that the person who kidnapped them was none other than my cheerleading coach. So yeah. And you better not tell this to anyone, Puckerman, or I will actually kill you," Quinn said.
"Whoa, okay, chill. So Sam and Finn have superpowers now? Explains Finn's insane punch... And I'm going to assume that Santana's the werewolf? Because shit, I had sex with a werewolf. And Rachel Berry, right? She's a monster hunter like you? Because that's hot," Puck said. Quinn shivered again when Rachel was mentioned. Rachel, who she had kissed fifteen minutes earlier.
"Uh, yeah... Don't repeat any of this, okay? Because then, I'm not kidding, I'll kill you," Quinn said.
"Woah, chill. I just want to come to your club. Be, like, your human support. Like an ally who comes to GSA or something, only this time it's an ally for monsters and shit," Puck said. Quinn stiffened again, remembering her kiss with Rachel.
"I... I guess so. It would be good to have humans who... accept the supernatural there. I'd have to ask Rachel and Santana and Mr. Schuester first though," Quinn said. Puck nodded understandingly.
"Sure thing, Fabray. Anyway, thanks for the talk. Your secrets are safe with me," He said, getting out of the booth. Quinn checked the time. Seven. Shit, she had to be home by now.
"Bye Puck, I've got to go," She said, practically sprinting out of the restaurant, leaving Puck slightly confused. Whatever, she could handle that later. She couldn't be late, she couldn't. She reached her house by seven twelve, and was greeted by Russell Fabray looking down at her sternly.
"You're late," He said. She looked up at him fearfully.
"Y-yes, dad," Quinn said.
"Don't call me dad when you've disappointed me, Quinn. You said you would be home by seven. You embarrassed us in front of Samuel!" Russell said. Quinn shivered. She wanted to shout that Sam kind of knew where she was, that Sam would understand, but she couldn't.
"I-I'm sorry, it won't happen again," She said. He scowled.
"Damn right it won't, Quinn. Basement, now," Russell said. Quinn shivered again, heading for the basement with all of the Hunter gear inside. The soundproof basement. Russell followed her, closing the door and pulling a belt down from the wall. Nobody would hear her. She could be broken by the next morning, and nobody would know.
The first lash made her jump slightly. The second had her crying out, and the third screaming. The fourth, the fifth, the sixth, the tenth, all blending together. He stopped sooner than he usually, would leaving her trembling. This meant he had a mission for her.
"Quinn, I hope you've learned your lesson. Now, I've found that there's another family of Hunters in town," Quinn's blood ran cold. No, no, she would not, please don't make it be...
"The Berrys. I would like you to take care of them. That is, unless you'd like another lesson," Russell said. Quinn panicked. What was she going to do? She knew that refusing would earn her another round of lashes, and that then Russell would go after the Berrys himself, and that would help no one.
"I'll do it," She whispered, and he smiled a venomous smile.
"Good Quinnie. Very good," He said.
Okay, that was kind of long and very eventful. Sorry that stuff kind of got dark, but it's kind of important to the story. Hope things weren't rushed! I'm thinking of upping the chapter length, because I'm getting back into this. I think we're going to have about ten more chapters using these story arcs, and then maybe I'll continue. Who do you think the big bad is right now? I'd love some feedback. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!
