The week leading up to Friday goes by uneventfully. During the school day Rachel and I flirt through out all of our classes while trying to pay attention to the teacher instead of each other. San and I laugh whenever Karofsky scrambles away when he sees me coming down the hall with, her, Rachel, and B which always ends in a half-hearted scolding from Rachel and Britt and a pout from S and me, before being replaced by a smile when Rachel grabs my hand as B kisses San's cheek. Our nights are spent with me as a wolf meeting her in the woods where she talks about her life in New York and here as she pets me. She never mentions me when she talks about the members of the Glee club including Finn, who whenever mentioned never fails to make me growl, before I take her home. Once I make it home, at the exact moment I lay in bed, Rachel texts me and we continue to talk more until two in the morning.
Friday morning I wake up as happy as I did Monday morning. My alarm goes off a moment later, and I'm grateful for the fact that I don't have early morning practice so I get the first chance to sleep in since school started. I hear the shower start from B and I's bathroom so I text Rachel.
Good morning beautiful.-Q
Good morning Quinn :)-*
How was your night?-Q
Spent it again with that gorgeous wolf with the wing marking I was telling you about. Your's?-*
It was good, spent most of it wandering around again.-Q
After I send that Luna plops on my back and whines to be let out so I text Rachel that I'm going to get ready and that I'll see her in a little bit. She answers back immediately.
Okay Quinn. Can't wait for tonight ;)-*
I get butterflies as I read it and smile as I go down after Luna and let her outside. When I get back upstairs I hear that the water's off so I hurry into the bathroom before Britt commandeers it again. I finish getting ready in record time and head back down, let Luna in, and make a bowl of Fruit Loops Marshmallow cereal.
"Good morning Quinnie," Mom greets as she walks into the kitchen, planting a kiss on my temple.
"Morning Momma," I say back as I shove a spoonful of cereal in my mouth.
"I hope you left some for Brittany." From the guilty expression on my face she knows I haven't. "Quinn! That was a brand new box! You don't have to eat an entire thing of cereal all at once, you know?"
"Mom that box was almost two days old, and you know that is record in this house when it comes to these," I tell her, pointing to my cereal with my spoon. "Anyways, I'll get B something from the Lima Bean," I qualm her worries.
"Why are you eating if you're going there?"
"Because I just decided on it. Plus I'm craving a vanilla latte and we're out of coffee," I inform her as she starts to get everything out to make a pot.
She sighs before turning around and taking in the happiness that's pouring off of me. "You don't seem like you need it. What's got you so happy," she asks.
"Isn't your own daughter allowed to be happy in the morning?"
"Nope," she answers, giving me the look.
I huff and then remind her, "I have my date with Rachel tonight."
"Oh yes, I must've forgotten. I get to meet this Rachel soon right?"
"Soon," I promise as I go to sit my bowl in the sink and rinse it out. I feed Luna, then yell up the stairs, "Come on B! We're going to be late!"
"I'm gonna take my jeep Q, so go ahead," she yells back.
"Alright. Well text me what you want from the Bean and I'll bring it to you at school."
"Okay."
I pull up to the school just as Britt and San do in B's jeep. I walk over to them and hand their orders over, a blueberry muffin with hot chocolate for B and a breakfast wrap with a cinnamon spice latte for San, receiving a excited thanks from Brittany and a sleepy nod from Santana. I carry the two remaining cups as we make our way through the parting student body. When we walk through the doors and I glare for my peers to make a path for us, after taking a sip from her cup San asks, "I know you have a need for caffeine in the morning Q, but two is sorta pushing it, don't you think?"
"It's not for me S, I got it for someone else," I answer her, as I take a sip from the vanilla drink in my hand
"Well, servant girl, who's it for?"
I scowl at the nickname and ignore her question as we continue down the hallway. I see Rachel at her locker putting yesterday's books away and getting her Chemistry book. A giant smile appearing on my face as her tongue pokes out the side of her mouth as she struggles to pick up two of our bigger books at the same time. "I'll see you guys at lunch," I say over my shoulder, my eyes never leaving Rachel's face.
"Go get your girl Q," San urges as Britt smacks my butt lightly to get me moving.
"Hi Rachel," I greet, walking up next to her locker.
"Hello Quinn," she says, shutting her locker door and looking at me. "Why do you have two cups of coffee," she asks with a small, knowing smile.
"Because this one is for you," I answer, handing her the cup in my left hand, resulting for her smile to grow. "It's dark with a splash of rice milk."
"Thank you," she says, taking a sip before she looks at me seriously. "How'd you know my coffee order?"
"You texted it to me the other day," I stutter out, remembering that she told me last night as she rubbed my muzzle.
She shakes her head as she says, "No. I haven't told a single human in Lima my coffee." I don't miss the stress she puts on the word human as she gives me a look as if daring me to lie to her again.
"I guess I just got lucky," I try this time.
She still looks unconvinced as she replies, "Uh huh. Well lets drop your bag off at your locker, I don't care to be late because of you, Quinn Fabray." She leads me to my locker, and drinks her coffee on the opposite side of the door while holding mine, as I put my bag in there and grab my Chemistry text book and notebook.
"Hey Rachel," I hear Finn's voice say brightly, causing me to scowl and slam my locker shut hard, slightly denting it. Finn jumps at the noise and Rachel smiles as if she knew exactly what I was going to do. "Oh hi Quinn," he greets me with less enthusiasm.
"Hello Finn," Rachel addresses politely.
"Hudson," I growl at the same time.
Finn turns his back to me and puts himself basically between the two us making my scowl deepen. "So," Finn starts and I don't have to see it to know that that annoying boyish smile he has is on his face. "I know you said no on Monday, but I decided you had enough time to rethink your decision. So will you go out with me tonight?"
Right before I grab on to the back of his rugby shirt to fling him down the hall I hear Rachel answer, "I already said no Finn and I meant it. Besides I have plans tonight already with someone else."
"Who," he asks, anger seeping into his voice. I tap his shoulder causing him to turn to look at me, confusion written all over his face.
"Me, Bonehead," I tell him with a smirk.
He sneers back before turning away and making his way down the hall, mumbling, "I don't get why everyone keeps calling me that."
Rachel snickers as she lightly scolds me, "You really shouldn't make fun of him Quinn, you're going to give him a complex."
"If he doesn't already have one by now thanks to Santana, there is no way he'd get one because of me," I say, grabbing her hand. "Now let's get you to class Miss Berry. We can't have you being late on my account."
The rest of the day goes the same as the past couple of days after our encounter with Finn. Rachel and I make our way into the choir room after having spent lunch with San and Britt today. We sit in the second row, Rachel on my left and S on my right, as Mr. Schue comes in.
"Good afternoon everyone. Puck has offered to go first today," Mr. Schue informs us as Puck makes his way to the front. "Take it away Puck."
"Oh I will," he smirks after slinging an electric guitar over his shoulder. "A lot of you have already sung this song with me growing up and know why I'm picking this song for this week's assignment." He takes a deep, shaky breath before continue, "Before my dad left for the second time, we spent almost every free moment singing this song together, so even though the bastard is long gone now, this was my childhood." The band begin playing the opening notes and Puck jumps into the first verse, "Screams break the silence, waking from the dead of night. Vengeance is boiling. He's returned to kill the light. Then when he's found who he's looking for. Listen in awe and you'll hear him bark at the moon."
All the guys laugh darkly as Puck finishes the words, before he starts singing again. "Years spent in torment, buried in a nameless grave. Now he has risen. Miracles would have to save those that the beast is looking for. Listen in awe and you'll hear him bark at the moon. Hey, yeah. Bark at the moon. They cursed and buried him along with shame, and thought his timeless soul had gone"
The boys echoing the last word, as everyone starts to lift their phone in the air, except Santana pulling a lighter from God knows where. "In empty burning hell-unholy one. But he's returned to prove them wrong, so wrong, oh yeah, baby. Howling," the word causing us to howl in response as he keeps belting, "in shadows, living in a lunar spell. He finds his heaven spewing from the mouth of hell. Those that the beast is looking for listen in awe and you'll hear him bark at the moon. Hey, yeah, bark at the moon. Hey, yeah, bark at the moon. Whoa whoa yeah, bark at the moon." We all howl again until the closing note, besides Rachel.
Rachel glances at all of us suspiciously through the rest of the meeting, even opting out on singing a duet with Kurt for his rendition of Let It Be. I poke her in the ribs when he finishes, ending the meeting, making her squeak and jump before she turns to glare at me playfully. "Are you okay," I ask.
"Yeah," she answers lightly, "It's just that every single group member's howls were pitch perfect, including yours." Everyone, except Mr. Schue, hears and their attention snaps to us so they can hear what I tell her.
"Is that a bad thing? I mean you were just saying Wednesday that for us to win Sectionals we need to be spot on for every note," I reply, discreetly wiping my sweaty palms on my Cheerios skirt.
"Yes, I may have said that, but Quinn those howls were surreal, almost eerie. It felt as if I were actually sitting in the middle of a pack of wolves," her eyes burning into mine as she finishes her sentence.
Before I could think of anything better than 'Well that's cause you are' everyone's attention snaps to a cowering Puck and a yelling Santana with Sam and B holding her back.
"Cabrón! If I hears you say one more of your nasty fantasies I wills be going all Lima Heights on you by ripping your scrotum offs your body and pinning it to your forehead!"
"Jeez, S, take a joke," Puck says in a failed attempt to calm her down.
"Britt-Britt doesn't like to share," she retorts as I realize that the two blondes are just pretending to hold her back and San's eyes aren't even changing.
"Who says anything about B sharing?" I see Santana's eyes finally flash, and she easily breaks Sam's and Brittany's loose grip as she charges Puck.
"Hijo de puta," San exclaims as she punches him, after tackling him to the ground.
"Whoa there S! Come on now before you bruise more than Puckerman's ego," I say as I break up the fight by picking San off of him effortlessly, as Puck rubs his jaw and mumbles, "Every freaking time."
"Calm down or leave," I command quietly in her ear, my eyes drifting to Rachel over by the piano so San gets the hint. She just grabs B's hand firmly and moves back to her seat, glaring at Puck all the while, as she breathes heavily. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to see Rachel now standing there.
"My daddy just texted me and he needs me to head home, but we're still on for tonight, right?"
"Of course Rach. I'll see you at seven," I answer before grabbing her hand and placing a tender kiss there, making her blush deeply as she turns to leave. I smile brightly as I turn around, my smile faltering slightly under the scrutinizing gazes of my pack. "What," I demand.
"Nothing. Nothing at freaking all," Finn exclaims as he stomps from the room, kicking a chair on the way out, Mr. Schuester going after him.
"Ignore him," Sam says while shaking his head towards the door Finn walked out of. "He still isn't over the fact that most girls would rather date you then be seen with him."
"Well can you blame them? Our lady bro is smokin'," Puck states, clapping me on the back.
"Then why all the weird looks," I ask.
"Because Q," Britt begins.
"It's weird seeing you be all sweet and whipped," San finishes for her before adding, "Kind of makes me wanna throw up."
"First off, I've always been sweet," I start earning scoffs from most of the group. "Didn't I just bring you and B breakfast this morning?"
"Only because you ate all of the cereal again, and you technically went to the Lima Bean for Berry, we were just an after thought. Which brings us back to numero dos of Quinn 2.0. You are so whipped."
"Don't even try calling me whipped Lopez, when you've been at B's beck and call ever since you two started dating, shit, even before then," I yell as I step toe to toe with her.
"Screw you Fabray," she responds, her muscles tighten in anticipation.
"Is that all the witty Snix can up with now, 'Screw you Fabray'," I mock. "Maybe I'm not the only one becoming sweet, but it seems to me you're actually going soft," whispering the last words in her ear. Santana's fist flies to connect with my cheek once the words leave my lips, but before it connects I jump back, my eyes flashing. I feel two strong arms restrain me, preventing me from retaliating. I look down and see that Puck's muscled arms are the ones holding me. Brittany is kissing San all over her face trying to calm her down, as she trembles, while Sam holds her in the same position that Puck holds me. Our eyes meet and I can see her regret shine through as my guilt does the same.
Mercedes and Kurt step into the middle of us as Kurt says, "Okay our 'fearless leaders'. We really don't need the two of you ripping out of your Cheerio uniform to run through the school as wolves as you try to tear out each other's throats. That is not something you can do before you're even named Alpha, Quinn." His words making my head fall in shame and Puck tightens his hold in an attempt to comfort me.
"Girls, we all know Santana has always treated Brittany differently from the rest of us, hell the entire world. Just as Mike has with Tina, Kurt with Blaine, and Sam with me, and vice versa. Each of us know exactly why, our mates are meant to bring the best of us out for others to see. Now you two need to get along, because I know for damn sure I am not going through another Quinn-Santana feud that I was forced to deal with when Mack was hanging around. I'm doubtful that the rest of the pack would disagree with me," she says as the entire group nod their heads. "Start apologizing."
"Go on girls," Kurt encourages when we hesitate, motioning his hands for us to start and for the boys to let go of their hold on us.
"I'm sorry Q," San says first knowing I wouldn't.
"Me too," I tell her before Britt glares at me to actually say the words. "I'm sorry S."
"That wasn't so bad, now was it," B asks as she bounces over to her phone that had started to go off. "Q, we gotta go. Lord Tubbington is out of food and you need to get ready for your date," she says as she locks her phone.
Everyone wishes me luck for tonight as the three of us head to our vehicles, when San asks, "Wait. Britt-Britt didn't I just buy Lord T food?"
"Yeah, but he got hungry and broke into my closet and ate all of it," she answers with a simple shrug, as I laugh at Santana's 'you have got to be fucking kidding me' expression.
After an hour of going through my closet for the perfect and another forty-five minutes of the household ensuring me that it was, I make it to Rachel's house. I sit in my truck for five minute working the courage up to go to the front door and ring the bell. As I check the backseat to make sure I have everything we'll need, I feel my phone vibrate.
Q! I knos u aint sittin in frnt of tht gurl's house bein a chicken shit. now gets off ur ass n git ur gurl!-Snix
Would it kill you to text out the actual word?-Q
Stop changin da sub n go git her n ya it wud-Snix
Fine. Make sure B feeds Luna the right amount of food, I do not want a fat dog S!-Q
Go Fabray!-Snix
Checking the supplies in the back one last time I cover it again with my blanket, and make my way to the door. I take a deep breath, wipe my hands on my jeans, and ring the doorbell. A few seconds later the door opens to reveal the Berry men standing there with protective father looks placed firmly on their faces.
"Good evening Mr. Berry," I greet with my hand out in the direction of Hiram, after he takes it I turn towards Leroy offering my hand to him and say, "And to you as well, Mr Berry."
"Miss Fabray," they answer simultaneously, both voices void of emotions. We move into the living room and they sit into two black faux leather reclining chairs.
"Is Rachel ready sirs," I ask politely, as I sit down on the matching sofa across from them.
"Not quite, Quinn, she should be down soon though," Leroy kindly answers, his protective side fading.
Hiram, however, still in his 'I must protect my pup' mode, leans forward and stacks his fingers together as he says, "Now Miss Fabray, we are entrusting you with our daughter's safety, and we have faith that you will do everything in your power to protect her."
"I promise the both of you that I would rather die than let anything happen to Rachel," I tell them sincerely, calming their worries. Hiram's eyes begin to search for something in mine, after a few minutes a small smile spreads across his face as he slightly nods his head and leans back into his chair. Before I can ask what he was searching for and found, I hear footsteps coming down the stairs and all three of our heads snap in that direction of hallway. Rachel walks into the living room and I forget how to breathe. Rachel looks like the embodiment of perfection in her tight teal strapless dress, her smokey eyes and dark pink lips, and her gold gladiator sandals.
'Wow,' I think and everyone's attention switches to me, making me realize I actually said it.
Rachel smiles gorgeously and says, "Hi Quinn."
'Oh yeah! That's my name,' I remember. Rachel giggles as the Berry men smile adoringly at me when I figure out that I was thinking out loud again. "I'm sorry," I finally say willingly as I blush, "Hello Rachel, you look so beautiful."
"Thank you Quinn. You don't look half bad yourself," she tells me. Her eyes roam over me, taking in my black and white plaid button up with a light green shirt underneath, my black skinny jeans, and knee high black boots.
I run my hand through my hair, misplacing some strands as I mumble, "Thank you." She steps up to me and fixes my hair for me with an impossibly bigger smile in place.
"Are you ready to go," I ask, laying my hand over top of the one she placed on my cheek, after finishing my hair.
"Now more than ever," she answers me, as she moves our hands to between us. We start to head towards the door when Hiram grips my shoulder halting us.
"Quinn have her home at around," he pauses and squints at the clock on the mantle and continues, "Okay, its now quarter after seven so have her back at midnight."
"Yes sir," I answer as I go to open the door for Rachel. When she walks towards the Chevy I continue, "Maybe even sooner." I wink and he smiles thankfully at me as I shut the door.
Before it closes all the way I hear Leroy say, "I like her Hiram," to which he replies with, "Me too Honey." I smile as I run down the walk way, beating Rachel to my truck and open the door for her.
"My lady," I say as I give her my hand to help her into the cab.
"She grins and grabs my hand as she says, "Thank you kind ma'am." When she's in I close the door and practically jump around to the driver's side. I open the door and grab the 'oh shit' handle to pull myself in until I feel my forehead connect hard with the top of the door frame.
"Ow," I cry out as I rub the area. When I pull my right hand away I see a small amount of blood on my index finger.
"Oh my God Quinn! Are you okay?" Her hands fly across my face as she starts to ramble. "Do you need a band-aid? Ice? What if you have a concussion? Do you need to go to the hospital? We should go to the hospital. I better call 911 since you probably shouldn't drive, and I know you don't allow for anyone besides yourself to drive your truck."
She pauses to take a breath as she pulls her phone from her purse, and I hop on my chance to answer her. "Rachel, I'm okay. More than okay, I'm great. I'm about to take the most beautiful girl I have ever seen out on a date. I do not have a concussion or a need for an ambulance so please put your phone away." When she does, she looks back at me still concerned, so I continue reassuring her as I hold her hand, moving my left thumb across her knuckles. "Rach I promise you I'm fine," I say as I remove the hand on my forehead. "See? It's almost gone." She extracts her hand from mine and grabs the sides of my face and tilts my head down to get a better view.
"I guess it is," she says distantly before she presses her lips lightly against the spot, "Its completely healed now." Feeling the last of the pain disappear as her lips leave my forehead, I stare dazedly at her as she smiles back at me. Her smile falls and she asks, "Are you mad Quinn?"
"No? Why," I inquire as I raise my eyebrow at her, after I put my seatbelt on.
"Because your eyes are gold," she answers, putting her seatbelt on as well. I look into the rearview mirror and see that she isn't kidding, as light gold stares back at me.
"I'm sorry. They've never done that before," I inform her as I blink hard and open them to watch the gold fade back to hazel.
"Its okay Quinn. So what's on the agenda for tonight?"
"I guess you'll just have to wait and see," I answer with a smirk as I turn the key in the ignition. She pouts adorably as we drive until I ask, "Do you want to hear something I just realized?" She nods eagerly, turning her whole body in my direction. "That's the lightest my eyes have ever changed to. Don't ask me what it means, but its true."
"Really," she wonders.
"Really," I answer with a crooked smile as I hand her my iPod. She grabs it with a thankful smile and puts on a Miley Cyrus song, singing as I dance, making her laugh at the over dramatic moves. We pull up in front of the restaurant and she looks over at me with a bemused expression.
"Breadstix? Do they only serve bread, because I can ensure you that my vegan lifestyle has a very extensive variety that I can choose from," Rachel starts to rant before I interrupt her.
"Rachel, I know you do. Breadstix is an Italian restaurant, and I've already checked to see if they indeed have a 'very extensive' vegan menu, which they do. Wait here," I tell her, as I get out and go around the front of the truck to open the door for her.
"What an odd name for an Italian restaurant. Why is it called Breadstix," she asks as she hops out a tad clumsily, stumbling into my arms when her fee hit the pavement, causing her to blush as she steps out of them.
"Well Little Miss Diva," I begin making her blush deepen at the nickname. "It's because they are legally required to give you a never ending supply of their breadsticks," I inform her as I escort her to the entrance. "Ask San sometime what happened to the last manager that worked here." I open the door for her and go in after her. I walk up to the hostess and say, "Two for Fabray."
"Right this way," she motions for us to follow her after she grabs two menus. She sits us in a booth at the back corner of the room, I take the seat against the wall and Rachel sits across from me. "Your waitress shall be with you shortly. Can I start you ladies off with a drink beforehand," the employee asks with her work smile on.
"I would like a water with lemon, please," Rachel answers politely.
"I would like a sweet tea with no lemon, please," I tell her with a smile. She goes to get our beverages as Rachel and I open our menus to pick out what we want to eat. I see Rachel continuously peek at me over her menu. I raise an eyebrow at her, my eyes never leaving the beef section, and I ask, "Yes?"
"Nothing," she mumbles and goes back to looking at her menu. She peeks at me again as I decide on what I want, so I set my menu on the table then gently take hers and sit it on top mine.
"Rachel, please tell me what is going on in that pretty head of yours," I actually plead, my gaze never leaving her. But before she can answer, our waitress comes with a basket of the infamous breadsticks and our drinks, setting them down in front of us along with two straws.
"Do you two know what'd you like yet," she asks. Rachel nods so I do as well, still staring at Rachel, missing the waitress's intense stare towards me. Rachel steals her attention away from me as she speaks.
"I would like you vegan Baked Ziti, please."
"And I would ilke to have the Steak Gogonzola-Alfredo, and I need for the steak to be as rare as they can make it," I say, looking away from Rachel to hand the menus to the waitress. She seems vaguely familiar, but I can't quite place the red haired girl that's furiously chewing on a peppermint piece of gum, until she opens her mouth.
"Well, well if it ain't the one and only Quinn Fabray," she sneers. Now I recognize her, Mack's best friend.
"Hello Lydia. I didn't know you worked here," I say flatly as Rachel cautiously watching the interaction between us.
"I didn't know you found a new girl and so fast too. I bet Mack is going to love to hear about this darling girl," she says glaring at me before turning to Rachel with a fake smile. "How old are you honey? Twelve, thirteen? I can't really tell, that nose is sorta distracting," she mocks with a sickly sweet tone. My eyes flash dark gold as I feel my anger rise, and I can smell Rachel's rage pouring off her in a burning wood scent as well. Lydia misses Rachel's face scrunch adorably in anger as she puts her attention back on me. "Now Fabray, do you really think it'd be a good idea to let your new project find out your little secret," she asks with a smirk.
I grip the table so hard my knuckles turn white as I growl low in my chest, but before I can do anything, Rachel talks. "Lydia I would quite like to go back to enjoying my date with Quinn. So if you would be so kind as to put in our dinner order and go away until our food is ready," Rachel commands her forcefully, yet still being utterly warm. Lydia scoffs before walking off towards the kitchen, Rachel and I both relax with each step she takes.
"Rachel, I am so very sorry," I say, resting my head in my hands. She tugs on the top of my right ear for me to look at her. When I do, Rachel motions for me to give her my hand, grabbing it she starts to play with my fingers.
"Quinn, it's okay. I'm just curious as to who Mack is. So who's Mack," she asks.
"She's an ex girlfriend. I broke up with her around the time you broke up with your boyfriend," I answer her.
"Why did you break up with her," she inquires still messing with my fingers.
"Because I found out she was dating me out of an obligation to someone, she used me," I tell her with the most honest, yet simple, answer I can as I drop my eyes. Smelling burning wood again and feeling Rachel instantly stop playing with my hand and pull away, I look up and see her with her arms crossed over her chest while she scowls. "What's wrong," I ask.
"What wrong? What's wrong?! How can you just sit there and ask what's wrong so calmly after just telling me that…that some..,"she hesitates and looks around us before breathing out, "bitch," before continuing on her rant, "used you. That she was only with you, because it was what was expected of her. What I wouldn't give," she trails off, before taking a few deep breaths and begins to talk again. "I'm sorry she did that to you Quinn. I hope you know that I would never do that to you, that I'm here because I want to be, that I really like you."
I grab her hand from nervously tapping her fingers against her left arm and untangle her arms as I say, "I know Rachel, me too." I smile at her, but she doesn't return it. "What is it?"
"I'm not your 'little project' then," she asks feebly, putting air quotes around the two words.
"Of course not Rachel," I tell her, kissing her knuckles. "I would never do that to someone especially not to you. You're so much more to me than either of us realize yet," I tell her sincerely, not knowing exactly where the words are coming form. I see Lydia bringing our food along with our silverware that she seemed to have forgot earlier. When she gets to our table Rachel and I both glare at her, daring her to say something, but she surprisingly doesn't. When she leaves I ask Rachel, "Do you believe me?"
"Yes Quinn," she answers with a genuine smile as she takes a bite of a breadstick. "Wow, these are really good," she practically moans, before actually moaning after eating a bite of her ziti. She looks at me after taking taking a bite of a now sauce covered breadstick, narrowing her eyes before saying, "You're eyes are light gold again Quinn."
I clear my throat and say, "Oh, sorry. So its that good?"
"Its delicious, here try some." She pierces a few noodles with her fork and then puts them to my mouth. I take a bite and groan in agreement while I lick a bit of sauce from my bottom lip, Rachel zoning in on the action.
"That is good," I say as I begin to unravel my silverware, missing the minty scent that present itself immediately. I feel my fingers touch a sticky substance and I look to see that there's gum stuck to the prongs of my fork. "Ugh! That's disgusting," I say while grabbing a passing employee and ask for a gum free thing of utensils. Rachel starts giggling making me ask, "Just what is so funny?"
"Your face," she answer as her laughter grows in volume. "You would've thought someone told you to actually chew it."
"Okay, now that is disgusting," I say, laughing with her, as I take a sip from my glass of tea.
"Why aren't you using your straw," she asks, sobering up.
"Because I don't like using them, I'd rather just drink out of the glass," I tell her with a shrug. "What are you doing," I ask as she takes the paper off my straw, dropping the paper beside my plate, and sticks the straw in her water along with her other one then taking a drink using both.
"I like utilizing two straws," she answers with a small smile as the employee brings my silverware and I nod my head in thanks. "How's your dead cow," she asks, sounding heartbroken for the animal, as my eyes roll to the back of my head at the taste of the rare steak.
"So good you would even want it," I say after taking another bite.
"I'll take your word for it," she replies, keeping her eyes away from my plate. We continue to eat in a comfortable silence until I finish before Rachel does, and start to play with the straw's paper. She looks at me curiously for a minute as she slowly chews and swallows her last bite, before asking, "What are you doing?"
I stop my hands and chuckle, lifting the twisted paper up for her to see, while answering, "I have to do something with my hands when I'm nervous."
"Do I make you nervous Quinn," she asks huskily, a smirk playing on her lips.
I gulp, causing her to laugh, before I say, "No. I'm nervous for the part of tonight after the ice cream."
"Oh, and what's that?"
"It's a surprise," I say, gaining my confidence back as I motion for the check. When Lydia brings it over I see Rachel go for her purse. "Rach, I asked you on the date let me pay," I request, making her stop as she nods reluctantly and smiles.
"I never would've pegged HBIC Quinn to be chivalrous," I hear Lydia comment snakily as I put the exact amount of cash in the receipt holder and hand it roughly to her.
"Watch it Lydia or I'll show you exactly I'm the Head Bitch around here," I growl, seeing my gold eyes shine off her bright ice blue eyes when I stand.
"Not yet Fabray," she sneers, knocking into my shoulder as she makes her way to the register.
I go to jump her, but I feel demure arms wrap around my middle, instantly calming me. "Come on Quinn, lets go and not let her ruin tonight," Rachel whispers into my ear.
I turn in her arms and smile mischievously as I say, "Thank you. I think fifty cents is more than enough of a tip don't you?" She nods and smirks back letting go of me to write something on my unused napkin before heading to the door. When I place two quarters on the table for Lydia, I see what Rachel wrote.
The next time, maybe you should attempt to play nice, and you'll ensure yourself a tip that's worth more than yourself.-RBB*
I laugh boisterously, causing the other patrons to look at me strangely and Rachel to smile bashfully, as I make my way to her with a new spring in my step.
We're walking back to the truck that we decided to leave at Breadstix so we could walk to the ice cream parlor down the road since it was so nice out. Rachel insisted that we were splitting the cost this time when we get there. I opted out of the argument, knowing I'd never win, so Rachel bought my cookies n' cream waffle cone and I paid for her two scoops of vegan strawberry cup. She finishes it off just as a scent that I haven't smelt in fourteen year is carried towards us by the night breeze, making me tilt my head in confusion.
"Lucy! Lucy Quinn," I hear my father yell from behind us. I turn Rachel and I quickly around to face him, trying to hide Rachel behind me, knowing he wouldn't leave unless I confronted him.
"Yes Father," I call back acidly.
"Is that any way to greet your daddy," he slurs his attempt at a scolding when he gets a few feet from us, the stench of scotch rolling off him in waves, my nose wrinkling in revulsion. Rachel grips the back of my shirt tightly, pulling us closer together, the action not being lost on Russel. "This place has really gone to the dogs," he sneers then smirks as I bare my teeth and snarl. "Speaking of dogs, how is that drunkard mother of yours?"
"Like you have room to talk about drunks, and she is no longer any of your concern," I bark before commanding lowly, "Now leave Russell and do not come back."
He looks from me,to the half hidden Rachel, then back to me, saying, "I can't believe you're out with this abomination."
When the words fall from his lips a loud growl wrenches from the core of my being as I tear from Rachel's grip and bound to Russel. I pounce at him and in midair I feel the fire shoot up my spine. I land on him, pining him to the ground with my front paws on his shoulder, my bared, sharp teeth inches from his face.
"Quinn!"
AN: This is the longest I've gone without posting, and I'm sorry. I wish I could promise that it won't become a habit, but I don't know what life holds for me. I will keep updating though. Thank you all once again for the reviews, follows, and favorites. Lydia is also an original character because I couldn't really see the other Skanks with Mack. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.
Santana translation if you need it: Cabrón-bastard. Hijo de puta-Son of a bitch.
The songs I used in this chapter are the following in order.
Bark at the Moon-Ozzy Osbourne (Puck's song)
Let It Be-The Beatles (Kurt's)
Party in the USA-Miley Cyrus (the song Faberry listen to on their way to Breadstix)