Quinn tapped her pen against the table as she looked up at the remaining line. Kitty placed a hand on her shoulder, leaning down to speak quietly.

"We're almost done," she said, "just three more."

Quinn watched a security guard usher a young boy forward, he was clutching one of her books to his chest. She couldn't stop smiling at him as she watched how he grinned and started to bounce excitedly, as he walked up to her table, his mother in tow. Quinn chuckled, taking the book and flipping open the cover.

"Hi, what's your name?"

"Andrew. I really like your book," he said with a wide smile. She waited, seeing him tap his chin. "I was wondering, where do you get your ideas?"

Quinn smiled softly, "They're the adventures and mishaps I had with my best friend when I was little."

"I wish I had adventures like that."

She looked at his mother as she opened the book to the flyleaf. His mother looked slightly worried at the idea of her son getting into mischief much like the book he's been fawning over. Quinn leaned closer over the table and whispered, "Sometimes, all you need for an epic adventure is a little imagination."

She watched his eyes sparkle with excitement. Quinn scrawled her signature across the page with a reminder to allow his imagination to take him on his travels and handed it back. She looked up toward the mother who had a prideful smile of her own and thanked Quinn before leaving. The boy kept his reverant eyes on the signature as his mom lead him away from the table. She finished the last two signings and made her way to the back of the bookstore.

"You did great, there were more people here today than I was expecting," Kitty said. "You're on your way. You've got a decent fanbase!"

Laughing as she put on her coat and pulled her purse up her shoulder, "I'm gonna head home. Thanks again Kitty. Send me the details for the next one," Quinn said. "Pleeease, don't schedule it too soon."


She decided to make a quick stop on the way home at her favorite bookstore, Witch's Brew. Entering the shop, the chimes hanging above the doorway sounded. She spotted the clerk, Rachel, at the counter. Quinn smiled in her direction.

"Quinn," Rachel greeted while ringing up a customer.

Quinn waved before strolling down the first aisle. She had been friends with Rachel a little over a year, since she and Santana first moved to New York. It was the first bookstore she had come across that had every book and ingredient she could possibly need for her Wiccan practices. When Rachel wasn't starring in Broadway shows she was a young witch in training. A store like this was rare back in Ohio where she had to keep such practices and abilities under wraps from her parents and the rest of their small minded town. They were conservative and traditional Christians and witchcraft was definitely not appropriate dinner conversation. She spent most of her teenage years self-taught through the use of books she bought online, but this place was like a wonderland. It was everything she had been looking for. Quinn browsed through the top row of books and settled on one with a green leather cover. The register dinged. She heard the tap of Rachel's heels as she entered the aisle.

"It's nice to see you again, it's been a while," she said.

Quinn looked up at her friend, smiling at her as she approached, "I know, but you were working on your show. We should do brunch tomorrow and catch up, if you're free?"

"That sounds great, you know when I'm not in rehearsals I'm pretty free," Rachel said, smiling. "So, what can I help you with today?"

"I'm looking to expand my collection of spells," Quinn said, flipping through the first three pages of the spell book, frowning lightly and putting it back on the shelf, "and I need to restock my usual ingredients."

"A shipment came in this morning and we have a new stock of books you might be interested in," Rachel said, leading Quinn to the back storeroom.

Three crates of books littered the floor, in the process of being sorted, and two other boxes of herbs inside glass bottles and plastic bags. Rachel sifted through the books before taking out three hardcovers. Quinn took the first one and flipped through several pages.

"These are defensive spells," Quinn noted while closing the book.

"You've been looking into a lot of protection spells I figured you probably already have stronger ones," Rachel said, handing her a second book. "This is a book on potions and the other is on our history."

Quinn heard her cell buzz from her purse and picked up her phone.

Santana

Where are you?

Quinn

Witch's Brew

Santana

When will you be done?

Quinn

I'll be home in ten minutes.

She glanced back at Rachel.

"I'll take the one on potions, thank you, Rachel," she said looking back to the boxes of herbs.

"Do you want some wolfsbane as well?" Rachel asked.

"Yes, some saffron too, please."

Quinn

I'm leaving now.

Rachel promptly left the room. Quinn followed her to the register where her phone went off again.

Santana

Pizza for dinner tonight.

Quinn

What happened?

Santana only ordered take out when she had a difficult time at the office or was too exhausted to cook. The register sounded. She handed Rachel her card.

"Thanks, Rachel. I'll text you about brunch when I get home," Quinn said.

"Take care Quinn," Rachel said watching her exit the store.


Quinn's keys jingled in the lock and the door swung open. Santana sat on the couch in her pjs with an open pizza box beside her laptop on the coffee table. Quinn came over, dropping her bag beside the table.

"Are you going to tell me why we're having junk food for dinner?" Quinn asked, settling beside Santana and lightly kissing her cheek.

"Is that Quinn?"

She turned toward the computer to see Maribel and Xavier sitting on the screen. She leaned forward, grinning as she greeted the people she grew up believing were her second parents.

"Mami, Papi, I'm so excited for our visit!"

"Mija, how are you? You look thin. Santana, aren't you feeding her?" Maribel said.

Xavier chuckled, "Maribel she's fine. Quinn, you look beautiful."

Quinn scooted closer to Santana and took a slice of pizza as Santana rolled her eyes at her parents, not feeling the need to tell them that she is, in fact, taking care of her girl.

"Santana told us about your book signing, how did it go?" Maribel asked.

Quinn took a bite of her slice, "It went well. My series is picking up."

"You've had a better day than Santana," Xavier said with a light chuckle.

Quinn look over to Santana.

"Is that why you ordered in and want to be a couch potato tonight?" she asked, watching Santana sigh.

"I don't even know why I wanted to be a physical therapist," Santana whined, dropping the crust of her pizza on her plate. "I had nothing but a bunch of complainers all day. I'd rather spend my office hours putting up with Quinn."

"Hey, what do you mean 'put up' with me?" Quinn teased stroking a hand down the back of Santana's head, brushing her fingers through black locks.

"Mija, what were you saying about those mutts?" Maribel asked.

"I took care of them with Jake and his friends. They won't be a problem anymore, but something about the whole thing was weird... Beyond the oddity of an actual pack of mutts. Papi, the area that the bodies were found wasn't residential, there were just shops around, it wouldn't be good for hunting. They would have to hunt elsewhere and bring the bodies back to drop them there. They also used knives on us."

"Weapons?" Xavier mulled over the information for a minute, "They aren't following any of our laws. Do you think they were trying to frame that Alpha?"

Santana lobbed her had back and forth as she thought of what she had seen the previous night, "I don't know. It feels like maybe something is happening though... But, for now, we've taken care of it."

"Good, in no time you'll have territory of your own. I'm proud of you mija," Xavier said, grinning. "We have to go now, but we're looking forward to seeing you this weekend. I love you both."

Santana and Quinn waved, watching the screen fade out and Santana closed her laptop. She picked up a second slice and finished it quickly after. With a grunt, she placed the crust down and patted her stomach.

"Ugh, I feel so fat now," she complained.

Quinn laughed, finishing her first slice and wiped the crumbs off her hands with a napkin.

"You're the one with the super metabolism. You won't gain anything," she said. "So, work?"

Santana groaned and stood.

"I would rather not talk about it anymore," she said, curling an arm around Quinn's hips and the other around her shoulder. "Cuddle with me."

She easily lifted Quinn into her arms, cradling her and zipped up the stairs. Quinn laughed, keeping her arms around Santana's neck. She was plopped onto the bed and Santana flopped on top of her. She shifted, stroking Santana's hair.

"You know, I've been thinking about the wedding," Santana whispered.

"Yeah?"

She nodded, loosening the first two buttons of Quinn's blouse.

"Let's have the wedding in New York," Santana said, moving on to the third button. "But, we'll need to go back home for the bonding ceremony. I want to be yours in the eyes of the humans and for you to be mine in the eyes of the wolves. Plus, my parents would love to see our ceremony, especially since I'm next in line for Alpha."

"So, two weddings?" Quinn asked, watching Santana nod and allowing a smile to spread on her face,"We both get what we want."

"Good, now less talking," Santana grinned, removing Quinn's top and working her hands to the back of her bra.

Quinn pulled Santana forward by the collar of her shirt and sealed their lips in a tender kiss.