Chapter 4: The Crescendo Gets Louder as You Breath
A.N. Santana Quinn Both when singing. Imagine them singing it just as aggressively, but a lot slower and sensual. And instead of Sebastian it's Quinn.
I originally wasn't gonna update this for a week but there was such a good response so I said fuck it. You won't get chapter 5 for a few days though.
Song: Smooth Criminal by Glee Cast
Now, FAQs time.
Q: Is chapter 3 the same as chapter 2?
A: No, they start the same but soon take a drastic important change after like the third (?) paragraph.
Q: How does Quinn vs Ramsey work?
A: I'm sorry this confused you, I'll try to explain it better. Quinn and Ramsey are the same person. They "inhabit" the same body. When Quinn became of age to turn Ramsey just popped up in her head and was like 'Hey bitch, I'm Ramsey.' Technically Quinn's mother's wolf is Ramsey's mother. Quinn is the human side of Quinn, while Ramsey is the wolf side of Quinn. Together they make a werewolf. Because Ramsey is Quinn's wolf they have a special connection allowing them to communicate. Most of the time Ramsey is just a disembodied voice in Quinn's head. If Quinn changes and let's Ramsey take control then she becomes a disembodied voice in his little wolf brain. Ramsey can take control over Quinn's human body but rarely does because it's disorienting for Quinn. Otherwise Ramsey is always the wolf while Quinn can be either or. They can never be without each other. Or else bad things happen. The fact that Quinn's wolf is a boy is the reason why she is G!P. If her wolf was a girl, like her mom, then she would not have a penis. And that's just an evolution in family line. The mutation that determines that depends on what gender the alpha is and what gender their mate is, because the whole point of things like heat and rut is to procreate. It's purely to continue alpha lineage no matter what. If this doesn't help clear things up just ask more specific questions and I will try my best to answer them.
Q: Why did Santana blush when mentioning her age?
A: She's just a little embarrassed about technically still being a teenager, while Quinn is seemingly a grown woman. Her age isn't really integral to the plot, I just needed her legal at the very least. I just liked the idea of her having very little experience in the real world.
Feel free to ask any burning questions you may have while reading. I love explaining my thought process as a writer.
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Quinn glanced around the forest satisfied. This part looked and felt a lot safer than the areas they had previously been.
Santana walked beside her. Ever since the blonde confirmed their mateship the previous day, she couldn't help but feel a lot closer to the werewolf.
So much so, that when Quinn asked her about settling in this part of the woods, she had felt the same spark of calm Quinn felt.
Santana sighed as she sat on the forest floor, Quinn walking off to find food. Her journey to this particular moment in her life had been quite interesting to say the least.
Her dad had just finished chopping wood, Santana assisting where she could.
They lived in northern Illinois, it was just them and a little cabin, a little cabin Santana wasn't allowed outside of. Unless of course her father was with her, and even then she couldn't go pass the creek.
Santana had been sheltered to an extremely high degree. Her father, Santos, was a firm believer in the supernatural. He refused to let her outside for long periods of time in fear of her being harmed. She was even homeschooled for extra precaution.
It made Santana wonder why they lived in the area they did. Her answered lied in her dad's study. That room along with her father's bedroom was always locked.
Despite her curiosity, Santana had never inquired what went on in those rooms while they were locked and what for.
The decision to leave came across on a whim. Her dad had been spending more and more time in his study. Shooing her away whenever she asked about his activities. She was bored to say the least.
It wasn't like she had anybody else to talk to, so she left. She packed whatever she could in her small backpack and walked out the house.
She's been gone for exactly 72 hours now and not one word from her father. Granted it wouldn't matter because she's insanely far from home, but it's the thought that counts.
You would think that her father immediately chased after her. His affinity for dangerous "mythical" beings should have been reason enough.
But nope. Here Santana is with a potentially dangerous werewolf who just so happens to be her mate. The universe set love of her life. Her soulmate.
Maybe it's a good thing he didn't chase after her.
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Quinn panted.
Santana had found a freshwater creak and was currently cleansing herself as best she could.
Quinn twitched.
Santana's clothing sat next to Quinn, perched on a rock to dry. That meant her mate was naked. Her mate was nude.
Quinn's fangs slowly slid out. She frantically willed them back in. Her eyes glowed the normal sterling. If this was what she thought it was, it wasn't the best time. Like at all. She growled angrily when her fangs stayed put.
She slowly looked down at her waist. Sure enough. Just as she suspected. A large bulge sat nestled in her pants. Quinn punched the rock in a fit of rage. It split in half. She grumbled as she haphazardly placed Santana's clothes on a half. She then crumbled into herself. She was suddenly very tired and lightheaded.
Santana walked back over to her clothes. They were splayed about on the rock she sat it on originally. Although she didn't remember it being broken in half.
Sometimes it scared her how truly strong and powerful her mate was. That was a big ass rock, more like a boulder. The fact that Quinn could easily break it in two was more than a little intimidating. Though, most times Quinn's show of brute strength just really got her going, if you know what she means.
The human looked over to her mate. Quinn was practically curled into the fetal position. She felt bad for her. Something was clearly bothering her.
Santana could see the werewolf's fangs poke at her lip, as they didn't quite fit in her mouth. She worried for the blood she would soon draw.
Santana bit her own lip in response. Whenever Santana showed signs of her "abilities", for lack of a better word, it would never hesitate to turn the tan girl on.
She took a deep breath, it sounded more like a moan to Quinn's sensitive ears, and spoke. "Q. What's wrong, you've been acting weird all day. Especially since we found the creak."
The blonde girl sighed. She'd have no choice but to tell Santana as it would soon effect her too. She was her mate after all. Despite their short time knowing each other, Quinn loved Santana with all her being. It felt wrong to keep important things from her. It felt wrong to do anything but love her really.
"I'll tell you after I bathe and you put some clothes on. Please." Quinn grumbled as she stripped of her t-shirt and jeans.
Santana studied the werewolf confused. She thought about the odd behaviors the girl had been showing. Her dad had tried to get her into his obsession and would frequently leave her books placed strategically around the cabin.
One book that had a concentration in werewolves, explained the act of mating and how it was best to do it while in heat. The tell tale signs included elongated fangs, blue eyes, continuous grunting and grumbling, and anything else you would associate with extreme hornyness.
The still nude girl raised an eyebrow. Her mate was in heat. Interesting.
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Quinn had exited the water about an hour later. She was relieved to see the latina girl had dressed and was now sleeping. She slept a lot. Quinn couldn't really blame her as the past few days had to be extremely emotionally exhausting if not just physically.
While in the water, no matter what she tried she couldn't get Santana out of her head. The more she thought about her the more her little friend rised. Quinn sighed.
Santana huffed as Quinn's borderline panting woke her up. The girl was breathing so heavily, it sounded as though she was about to induce a panic attack. Her eyes adjusted to the day light and immediately zoned in on Quinn's crotch.
Quinn froze. She closed her eyes and willed herself not to cry when she opened them and her mate had left her. Surely Santana thought she was fully woman and would run for the woods at any indication otherwise.
Quinn peaked open an eye. She looked around Santana was still there and didn't seem phased at all.
In fact, Santana was so unphased, she mumbled something along the lines of, " It's okay", before shifting again and falling back asleep.
Quinn growled. She nudged Santana awake again. "What the hell do you mean, 'it's okay'? This thing is weighing me down! It's fucking heavy. 'It's okay' my ass." She huffed and grabbed her boxer-briefs. Slipping them on as her mate chuckled at her pouting.
"Calm down you big baby. I'm sorry I said your dick was just okay. Considering I've never seen one before, I'm pretty underwhelmed. I figured there would be me more fan fair." Santana looked down at the dirt beneath her.
Ramsey, who had been relatively quiet the whole day, smirked. He was glad to hear his mate was untouched. It solidified the fact that the human girl was undeniably his and his alone. Well, Quinn was there too, but more importantly, his.
Santana watched as Quinn's eye color shifted to a dark purple color that almost resembled a egg plant's skin, they gained a mischievous glint. A sexy smirk took over her normally relaxed smile. The werewolf slowly ran her tongue along her teeth. She bent down toward Santana.
The mortal's breath hitched and her heart rate sped. Quinn chuckled at the girl. "You're a virgin? Great." Quinn kissed her on her cheek and lingered for a second. She quickly hopped up and grabbed her t-shirt throwing it on not sparing a glance at the now flustered human.
"So Tana, what do you want to do now?" Santana swallowed as she was interrupted of her day dreaming. Quinn had been doing particularly dirty things to her against a tree.
Standing up she cleaned herself of dirt. She stood in front of a seemingly innocent Quinn.
"I remember you telling me you could sing and dance." Quinn raised an eyebrow, "Elaborate."
"I want you to sing and dance for me. Please." Santana crossed her arms with a smile on her face. Quinn smiled back,"I remember telling you just because I could do those things, didn't mean I necessarily liked to. It was more of a obligation back in high school. You asked nicely though, so I think I can whip up a little something just for you. Only if you do it with me." Santana's smile grew brighter and she nodded vigorously.
Quinn chuckled and playfully held out her hand, bowing at her feet, "May I have this dance, my lady?" She inquired in a stuffy British accent.
Santana took her hand and curtsied, "Why, yes you may." Quinn smirked then quickly pressed their bodies together in an expert opening hold. Quinn's hand lingered on her waist, Santana's was strategically placed on the werewolf's shoulder. "Follow my lead."
Uh, as he came into the window
It was the sound of a crescendo, uh!
He came into her apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet, uh!
She ran underneath the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the bedroom
She was struck down
It was her doom
Annie are you OK?
Santana raised an eyebrow at the song choice. She smirked and joined in, catching Quinn off guard in the process.
So, Annie are you OK?
Are you OK, Annie?
Annie are you OK?
So, Annie are you OK?
Santana was spun around as their voices blended together perfectly. She was even dipped playfully. Quinn quickly snapping her back up into hold.
Are you OK, Annie?
Annie are you OK?
Will you tell us that you're OK (uh!)
There's a sign in the window
That he struck you - A crescendo Annie
He came into your apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet (uh!)
Then you ran into the bedroom
You were struck down
It was your doom
Annie are you OK?
So, Annie are you OK?
Are you OK Annie?
So, Annie are you OK?
Are you OK Annie?
You've been hit by
You've been hit by
A Smooth Criminal
Quinn almost missed her queue. She was staring into her mate's beautiful brown eyes as they tangoed across the forest floor.
So they came into the outway
It was Sunday - What a black day, uh!
Mouth to mouth resuscitation
Sounding heartbeats - Intimidations
Annie are you OK?
Annie are you OK?
Will you tell us that you're OK
There's a sign in the window
That he struck you - A crescendo Annie
He came into your apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet, uh!
Then you ran into the bedroom
You were struck down
It was your doom
Annie are you OK?
Are you OK Annie?
You've been hit by
You've been struck by
A Smooth Criminal
Santana shivered when Quinn whispered the lyric in her ear. The husky tone turning her into mush.
The girls stared into each other's eyes. Neither of them wanting to ruin the moment. Santana was the first to lean in this time. She parted her lips slowly.
Quinn grew impatient and surged foward. Her lips attaching themselves to the plump ones with intense passion.
After a long moment of just being pressed against each other they broke apart. Quinn slowly smiled, sliding both her hands down to her mate's hips.
"You're pretty good at that." Santana exclaimed breathlessly. Quinn smirked, "Good at what exactly? The dancing and singing or kissing you?"
"Yes."
Quinn smiled and pressed their foreheads together, "Yeah, well you're not so bad yo-" Quinn stopped suddenly. Her eyes widened. 'Ramsey, we got a problem.'
Santana frowned, "Quinn. What happened? Is everything okay?" She had seen the quick flash of panic across the taller girl's face.
Quinn pulled away from her mate to concentrate. She briefly berated herself for letting her gaurd down like that. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, honing in on her hearing.
Dozens of footsteps were approaching them and fast. It had to be vampires or as she prefers, leeches, judging by how quick they were moving. Luckily, they were quite a few hours from reaching them.
Quinn opened her eyes and growled. Santana called to her and she glanced over her shoulder.
"Santana, I think it's time you met my pack." She fell onto all fours before quickly turning and howling as loud as she could.
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A.N. It's about to get REAL next chapter. Who should be in Quinn's pack? They have to look like they could be related, because packs are family. Also Brittany has already been established as pack. Comment your ideas.