Okay guys, here's the next chapter. I'm sorry for not updating sooner. Been kind of busy. Let me know what you think and I would love some more reviews. Not saying that I'm complaining about the lack of. I really enjoy your input. *cough cough* BetTheDuckisInTheHat. My brand new editor/questioner. Love you guys and hope you like this chapter.
Santana stood at the end of the aisle with Quinn and Puck standing behind her all three of them in black tuxes. They were in Santana's backyard with folding chairs lined up leading up to the alter. Everyone was turned to look at Brittany, but she wasn't focused on anything but Santana's shinning smile.
That smile seemed to be pulling Brittany forward. She couldn't stop her own smile from creeping onto her face. She was about to sprint down the aisle and tackle Santana in a kissing battle, when a slight pressure on her arm made her turn and look at who was holding her arm hostage and keeping her away from the stunning Latina. The sight that met her was enough to make Brittany stop breathing.
"Dad?" She asked. Her father gave her a sparkling smile. "Who else would it be, duckling?" He asked, using her pet name from when she was little. She couldn't believer that her father had come to her wedding. When he had found out that Brittany and Santana were together, he had been furious and when he had found out about Santana's condition he had kicked her out of the house. If not for Santana's parents and than Santana paying for her apartment Brittany would have been living on the streets.
Tears sprang to Brittany's eyes and than the music began. Her father began to lead her down the aisle and towards Santana. She was sure that the Latina was the reason that her father was here at that moment and it only made her want to kiss the Latina all the more. The only thing keeping her walking at the same steady pace as the music was her father's hand on her arm.
After what seemed to be an eternity her father finally handed Brittany off to a still smiling Santana. Brittany handed her bouquet off to Rachel and turned her attention back to Santana.
The priest began the wedding but Brittany wasn't listening to lost in Santana's deep dark eyes that when the Latina spoke it startled her. "I do!" She crowed with joy and triumph shinning in her voice. The priest turned to Brittany than began his speech. "Do you Brittany Susan Pierce take Santana Marie Lopez to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health till death do you part?"
"I do!" Brittany choked out. She hadn't even realized she was crying. "By the power vested in me I pronounce you wife and wife. You may now kiss your bride."
Brittany threw her arms around Santana's neck as the Latina leaned her back and looked deep into Brittany's sparkling blue eyes, before kissing her deeply.
That's how Brittany woke up. To find Santana on top of her, kissing her deeply. When she realized that the blonde was awake, Santana pulled back and looked at Brittany with a smug smile.
"Even in your dreams you can't resist me," she said. Brittany growled before punching the smaller girl in the arm affectionately. Rolling off of Brittany, Santana lay down on the other side of the bed, with her arms thrown back behind her head. Brittany turned her body so that she was still facing the Latina as she began to draw patterns on the darker girl's toned abs.
"So, what were you dreaming about?" Santana asked. Brittany looked up and found the Latina's dark eyes looking down at her. "Our wedding day," she whispered, burying her head in Santana's shirt.
When she looked up again she found the Latina smiling down at her with pure love shining in her eyes. "I bet you looked amazing in that wedding dress," Santana said as she leaned down and kissed the top of Brittany's head. Brittany shook her head. "You looked way better than I did in your tux."
Santana smiled down at her and took n Brittany's intoxicating smell. "Jesus, Britt, why aren't we married yet? I want you so bad." Santana said. Apparently as soon as both of them had managed to get off Santana went back to the rules of no sex until the wedding. Though that hadn't stopped her from going down on the blonde and licking up her wonderful juices until they were both satisfied.
"Well, Tina says that if we're in a hurry than she can bump the wedding up to next week." Santana's smile became blinding. "I would love that. I can't wait for you to be Mrs. Brittany Pierce-Lopez."
Brittany smiled back at Santana and leaned in for a soft kiss.
"Run away with me, Brittany," Santana murmured, "We can go off away from all of these annoying wolves that always want my attention and we can have our own little pups that will take up all of our time." Brittany giggled at Santana. "I would love that, but I do own a dance studio now and you have to go in to work tomorrow. I don't think your manager would be happy if his rising super star ran off with some blonde bimbo."
"You're not a bimbo. You're a smart and amazing girl that I can't seem to get enough of."
Brittany tried to hide her face in Santana's shirt, which only resulted in the brunette tickling her sides till they both lay on the bed breathless. "I love you so much, Sanny. I hope our kids are just like you," Brittany whispered, cuddling into the smaller girl.
"No way!" Santana objected, "I want them to look just like you. I love your eyes." Brittany smiled up at Santana. "But I want them to be tough just like you," Brittany countered. "Well, I want them to have your amazing heart, so they're always open about their feelings, instead of waiting till the last possible second to tell the one they love how they really feel," Santana said, as she dropped her gaze.
Brittany took hold of Santana's chin in her index finger and thumb.
"Stop beating yourself up over that, Sanny. We're together now and that's all that matters," Brittany whispered as she kissed the Latina's nose. "I'm sorry, I just can't stop thinking about all the time I wasted behind scared of what everyone else would think."
"You're an eight foot tall werewolf. It's okay for you to be scared sometimes," Brittany said with a laugh as she wrapped her arms around Santana's waist.
A deep chuckle left the Latina's chest as she kissed Brittany's head. "I love you so much," she whispered as Brittany snuggled into her and breathed in the Latina's scent. It was like a deep earthy smell with something that was all Santana. The perfect mix between her wolf form and her human form.
"San?" Brittany whispered, afraid to ask her next question. "Hmmm?" The Latina mumbled beginning to doze off. "Can I…would it be alright if I saw you in your wolf form?"
She felt Santana stiffen beneath her. "You want to see me in my wolf form?" She asked, trying to make sure that she had heard Brittany correctly. "Yeah. You just look so cuddly with all that fur." Santana thought back to the one time Brittany had seen the Latina in her full wolfy glory.
"Are you sure about this?" She asked. Brittany nodded like an excited child before Santana stood up and moved to the far side of the room where her body began to shake and tremor.
Brittany watched Santana change with her mouth hanging slightly open. Santana fell to the ground and she was an eight-foot tall werewolf. Brittany stared at where her fiancé had just been. Santana let off a slight huff and shook out the mane of fur around her neck in anxiety.
A small smile stretched across Brittany's face and she patted the spot next to her. If Santana could she would have raised her eyebrows at the girls gesture. Brittany seemed to sense this and so she nodded her head indicating that she did indeed want Santana to join her on the bed.
Shrugging her massive shoulders, Santana hopped onto the bed beside, Brittany trying not to take up to much room. As soon as she was on the bed, Brittany began to run her fingers through Santana's dense, soft, jet-black fur.
"Is it fun being a werewolf, San?" Brittany whispered, not really expecting an answer.
Santana shrugged her shoulders, before resting her head in Brittany's lap, begging that the girl scratch behind her ears. The blonde quickly obliged. Santana couldn't stop her tail from wagging and her back left paw to start tapping as Brittany reached that perfect spot.
A large smile spread across Brittany's face as she watched Santana's reaction to her touch. She increased her pace and Santana's leg only went faster.
Santana was in complete ecstasy as Brittany continued to scratch behind her ear, getting just the right about of friction that Santana was lost in her touch. She blocked out everything else. Her surrounds, her pack, everything else meant nothing to her if it wasn't related to Brittany.
Suddenly Brittany stopped and so did Santana's paw. She looked down at the Latina wolf with a big gleeful smile on her face. "You're just a big puppy dog aren't you?" Brittany cooed as she moved her hand down beneath Santana's chin and began to scratch there. Santana's foot didn't tap at this. She simply looked at her fiancé trying to convey how much she didn't like those words.
Brittany quickly got the message and looked deep into Santana's eyes. "I'm sorry. What am I saying? You're fearsome werewolf, who could easily rip anyone she wanted into shreds. You're no puppy dog. You're a badass bitch who could easily take these hybrids out."
Santana had been wagging her tail at Brittany's words, but the mention of the very things that threatened this perfect moment, made her blood run cold.
"What's wrong, San?" Brittany asked taking the girl's head into her hands. Santana shook her head, telling Brittany to forget it. "No, San, you have to talk to me about these things. You can't just hide them from me and think that you can handle them by yourself. Talk to me."
Letting off a sigh, Santana shifted back to her human form and found herself curled up in Brittany's arms. "The hybrids," she whispered, "I don't want them to come near you. I'm…scared, Britt. I'm scared that I won't be able to protect you. I'm afraid that one of them will get you. I couldn't live with myself if anyone hurt you, Britt-Britt. I can't live without you."
Brittany made the Latina look into her piercing blue eyes. "Turn me," she whispered. Fear shot through Santana's eyes.
"Britt, I can't. The pain. I don't want you to ever have to go through that," she whispered, as she dropped her gaze, only to have Brittany force her eyes back up. "I'm not asking you, Santana. I'm telling you. You need as many people as you can get. I want to help you, San. Besides, you're going to have to turn me sooner or later."
Santana hopped off the bed and turned to look down at the blonde. "Britt, I can't turn you. The pain would be too intense, and than I have to imprint on you, and you have to take your place at the head of the pack, beside me, and–"
The rest of her words were cut off by Brittany's kiss. When she pulled back, she found a thoroughly content Santana looking at her with hooded eyelids. Pressing her forehead to the Latina's she whispered, "San, I want to be with you forever and if me being a werewolf is what it takes. I want it. Please, change me."
Santana was knocked out of her sedated moment and right into Brittany's pleading gaze. With a sigh she leaned back. "Britt, I…I don't know. There are certain things that I have to explain to you about our culture first."
Brittany sat down on the bed again patting the spot next to her. "We've got time."
Taking the seat Santana began. "Well, to begin with when you're a werewolf it's your responsibility to make sure that no vampires or other members get out of line and in turn they make sure that we don't lose control of our human side and go completely wolf. Another thing is that you can never lose control of your temper when you are changed. I don't think that'll be a problem for you, but it's just a little side warning.
"Since you are my mate you do get special privileges. For example, since the first second I met you I've had someone patrolling you at all times. No one is allowed to challenge you. To challenge you is to challenge me and unless they want to die no one will dare challenge you within my pack.
"And the whole spending our lives together forever. As long as we change into our wolf forms we will never change. Wolves age slower than people do, so if we continue to change on a regular basis than we will never grow old. But if after a year or two you stop changing than you will begin to age as well."
Brittany's smile hadn't left her face yet. "I'm ready for all of that, San. I just want to be a big part of your life." Santana took Brittany's hand and the girl's clear blue eyes shot up to look at Santana's mocha one's. "You're already the biggest part of my life. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. If you asked for the moon I would do my damn near hardest to get it for you. Bur this is nothing like getting the moon, Britt-Britt. Being a werewolf isn't all the fun and horror that everyone cracks it up to be. It's dangerous and it most definitely will be for you since you're my mate and I'm the leader of an entire clan of werewolves."
They sat there for a moment as Brittany soaked in Santana's words. "I still want you to change me, San." Santana looked down at those flashing blue eyes and saw the determination in them.
Slowly she shifted back into her wolf form and looked down at the smiling blonde. Leaning in she licked the girl's cheek and moved down towards her shoulder. Brittany's breath caught in her throat as she felt Santana's rough wolfy tongue reach out and lick her bare shoulder. Santana's breath in her wolf form was a million degrees hotter than when she was human, but instead of it being uncomfortable like she expected, she found that only turned her on.
Santana could smell Brittany's arousal as she lowered her head towards the taller girl's shoulder. Her teeth clamped hold of Brittany's shoulder and she slowly broke the skin. The blonde's hot blonde filled her mouth and she immediately pulled back.
Brittany looked up at her with pure love shinning in her eyes, before her eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a moan. It wasn't a moan of pain, it was a moan of pure ecstasy.
Santana was confused and she sat back on her haunches. Whenever someone changed for the first time it was an excruciating process. Brittany looked as if she were having an orgasm.
She thrashed around and gripped the bed letting out a deep moan every now and again. Her thighs were calmed together and she was withering uncomfortably. Santana felt wolfy Snix twitch as she watched her mate move and squirm. It was really turning her on as her inner beast came out to play as Snix now stood at full attention.
Slowly, Brittany began to change. Her skin began to sprout hair all over her body. At first Santana couldn't tell what color Brittany's fur was but than she realized that it was a snowy white. She looked like a fresh bed of snow on Christmas Day. She was perfect and her eyes seemed to stay with that perfect shade of blue. She looked at Santana once before her eyes closed and the Latina realized that her mate had fallen asleep.
Santana got up and curled herself around the white wolf, giving her ear an affectionate lick. She nuzzled the girl's scruff taking in Brittany's new scent. It was even better than her original human scent. It held a bit of wolf and Santana, but it was also something else entirely. Something that her body had made up all on it's own.
She fell asleep with her nose pressed deep into Brittany's fur.
You two looked so cute together. Quinn said, waking Santana up the next morning. Brittany was gone and Santana immediately snarled. She was in their room alone. Still in her wolf form, but she could feel Brittany's mind along with Quinn's.
Fabray, you got two seconds to tell me where my mate is or so help me god I'm going to rip you apart myself! Santana snarled.
I'm right here, baby. Don't beat up Quinn. She's teaching me all about being a werewolf.
Santana couldn't help but feel her heart sink as she realized that Quinn had already explained the telepathical connection that the whole pack shared. She had hoped to teach Brittany everything.
You'd better get your furry butt out here, Lopez or your girlfriend's going to totally take down this buck without you.
Santana raced out of the house and took off, following her mate's new scent. She easily found them, just as Brittany took out a large graceful buck. She launched herself from a tree just above the unsuspecting animals head and latched onto his neck. She bit down and sunk her teeth into its soft flesh. Brittany looked absolutely beautiful.
The white wolf before her looked like something out of a dream. Her beauty was incredible. Santana could only stare as she watched her mate take down the rather large buck with ease. She should have been yelling at Quinn for taking her mate out somewhere without telling Santana and for letting Brittany hunt when she had yet to learn all the rules of being a werewolf, but she couldn't. She could only watch as Brittany licked the blood from her chops and turned to Santana with a big wolfish grin on her face.
Did you see me, Sanny? Brittany asked as she pranced up to Santana.
I sure did, Britt. You were amazing. No one is safe from you and your teeth.
If Brittany could have blushed, Santana was sure that she would have.
When can you and I go hunting, San? Brittany asked. Even in her mental thought she sounded like the most innocent girl in the world.
Soon, baby, I promise. Right now we have to get back to the house so we can talk. I don't want the whole pack intruding on our conversation.
Brittany's tail was wagging like crazy as she listened to Santana talk, but than it stopped and Santana almost whimpered with the need to know why she was unhappy.
San, why don't we have our boobs? She asked in that same innocent voice.
Santana almost laughed out loud. She had thought that Brittany was upset with her new wolf form.
We do have boobs, Britt-Britt. We have six of them. They're called teats.
No, I mean your huge boobs. I liked those.
Santana cocked her head as she listened to her mate's words.
I'm sure those weren't the only part of me you liked.
Quinn looked extremely uncomfortable with their mental conversation, which Santana made sure not to block from her head.
Good. That's what she got for spending time with Santana's mate.
Turning on her heels, Santana led Brittany and Quinn out of the clearing and back towards the house. They left the buck carcass lying there. One of the foxes would eat it.
Brittany quickly took up her position beside Santana. Had it been anyone else, the black wolf would have ripped them to shreds, but Brittany was practically the equivalent of Santana. Quinn stayed to Santana's right and just a few steps behind, like a good Beta would do.
They strolled up to Santana's house and morphed back into their human forms. Once again, Santana was slightly disappointed to watch Brittany turn back into her human form with the slightest of ease.
Clearly Quinn had been training her for a while. They walked into the house and found Rachel sitting on Santana's couch, building a wicker basket.
"Where have you three been?" She demanded, without looking up from the basket she was weaving. "None of your damn business, Berry," Santana snarled, taking out some of the frustration she felt for Quinn out on her mate. From the doorway Quinn winced. She knew exactly what Santana was doing.
The smaller brunette didn't even seem fazed by Santana's hostility. "You know, Santana, you should really look into anger management classes," she said, making Quinn snicker from the doorway.
A feral snarl split the room and everyone froze. Brittany was in a crouch, slowly stalking towards the couch that Rachel sat at. Her face was pulled up in what Santana could only describe as rage. Her eyes held that animalistic intensity as she glared at a now terrified Rachel.
Quinn whimpered from the doorway. She was powerless to stop Brittany from attacking her mate. The only one that could stop Brittany now would be Santana and she was frozen to the spot.
"Baby?" She called out.
Brittany turned her snarl onto Santana and the Latina immediately fell silent.
The blonde stalked around the couch and glared down at Rachel. The smaller girl cowered under Brittany's gaze, before the blonde pounced.
A split second before she could reach Rachel, Santana had the girl's arms behind her back and was slowly dragging a snapping and snarling Brittany away from a now crying Rachel.
Santana managed to get Brittany into their bedroom, while Quinn raced over to comfort Rachel.
Closing the door behind them, Santana leaned against it with her eyes shut tight.
A sob made her eyes shoot open.
"I'm so sorry, San," Brittany whimpered, "It's just she was insulting you and I don't know what happened. I just kind of snapped." That was all Santana needed to hear. She raced across the small space separating her and Brittany, pulling the blonde up against her chest she allowed the taller girl to sob into her chest.
"I didn't mean to scare everyone. When she said all those things I couldn't stop thinking about that time in Glee club about your nothing more than a stripper. It just made me so mad."
Santana stoked the taller girl's head. "It's okay, Britt-Britt. I know. I know," she soothed until Brittany's sobs had subsided.
Looking down, she saw that Brittany was looking down at the ground, refusing to meet the Latina's gaze.
"Britt, can I tell you a secret?" She asked. The blonde nodded to the floor, but wouldn't look away from it.
"When you were going all crazy she wolf back there I have to say it was one of the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Brittany's eyes shot up to Santana. "And between you and me, Berry deserved that."
Brittany chuckled nervously, before growing serious. "I still think I should apologize to her." Santana rolled her eyes, but followed the blonde out of their bedroom and back to the living room.
Rachel and Quinn were both curled up on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms. At the sight of Brittany, fear shone in Rachel's eyes. If the moment wasn't so serious for Brittany, Santana might have laughed. She walked with Brittany until they both stood in front of the snuggling couple.
"I'm so sorry, Rachel. I don't know what came over me," Brittany said and Santana could see that she was close to tears again.
She quickly wrapped her arm around the blonde's waist, pulling the taller girl against her side. Brittany leaned into Santana and they both looked down at a slightly trembling Rachel and an extremely pissed Quinn.
"It's okay, Brittany. I can understand why you acted that way. Whenever Santana insults Quinn I sometimes have the same feelings and since I'm not part of your pack I can tell her off, but now that you two have been bonded through the pack I suppose all insults will have to stop," she said the last part more so to Santana than to Brittany.
Brittany's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why can't Quinn insult Santana?" She asked looking between the two. Santana let off a soft chuckle. "That's one of the perks of being the Alpha. All of my pack members try their damn near hardest not to piss me off. That includes Quinn. See the connection to an Alpha is even stronger than that of two mates. If I don't Quinn that she couldn't be with Rachel than she would have two options. One, do exactly as I say or two, leave my pack and never return."
Said blonde, winced as if even the thought hurt her. Which probably did.
Brittany's brow was still furrowed. "But, San, you said that you and I were almost the same rank does that mean that Quinn has to listen to me too?" She asked. Santana's smile grew. "Yes. Yes, she does. And if she doesn't do exactly as you say than she'll have to deal with me."
"I don't want that though," Brittany whispered, making the other three gasp in surprise. A satisfied smirk settled over Quinn's face. Santana pulled Brittany a little closer to her. "It's okay, Britt-Britt. You don't have to boss anyone around. You can leave that to me." Brittany snuggled deep into Santana's side, ignoring everyone else in the room.
"Brittany's going to be the best Prima ever," Quinn whispered in Rachel's ear. A smile touched Santana's face. "You better believe it, Fabray."
So what did you think. I know that everyone wanted Brittany to be turned on their honeymoon, but with the impending battle against the hybrids Brittany would be too vulnerable. I'm also working on a new story where Brittany is a major badass and she and Santana are pairing off. Let me know what you guys thought of this story and if I should post the other one I'm working on.