Quinn's POV
Sitting in the black UTV, I wait and pray that Rachel decides to meet me at our boulder. Rotating the white helmet in my hands, I watch as the sun, low in the sky, reflect off the small town below me, and go over the day's events. Everything went off without a hitch. Rachel seemed to like the masterpiece on her driveway. She let go of the fact that I broke into her locker surprisingly easy, and she found all the notecards at the perfect moments. The only drawback was the slushy facial, but even that worked in my favor. Plus, watching Azimio run down the hall, scared out of his mind was icing on the cake.
"Please let the song be enough," I pray quietly, my eyes towards the sky.
A twig snaps behind me and Rachel's voice follows a second later. "It was all more than enough Quinn," she says chasing away my doubts. I turn away from the sun and quickly stand as I look at the girl that seems to have all of the control over me. I smile as I watch her openly rake her eyes over my body, and take the chance to do the same to her.
She has her long hair pulled back for the first time I've seen, and she must have touched up her make-up after school since its still perfect. Rachel has on a pair of black and white bermuda shorts that rest mid-thigh and hug her just right. My hoodie lays over a red shirt I can see peeking out from underneath the hem. Overall, she is the picture of casually stunning and I have to remind myself to breathe.
"You came," I sigh shakily, as I sit the helmet in my seat and walk around the vehicle.
Rachel rolls her eyes with a smile, and instead of finding the action infuriating like I normally would, I decide its kind of cute when she does it. She saunters over to me and wraps her arms around my middle. Looking up into my eyes, she says, "Of course I came Quinn. How could I not?"
"Well, you could have thought I was an ass, or a monster, and took off in the opposite direction," I answer.
"I do not run when I'm afraid," she says adamantly. I go to pull out of her grasps as my face falls, but she tightens her grip. "I didn't mean that as a snide remark to your character Quinn. I just meant I'm incredibly headstrong even more so when it has anything that pertains to you," she explains hastily. When my face doesn't change she asks, "What's wrong?"
"Are you finally afraid of me," I say quietly.
"Yes," she answers simply.
"Why," I ask, although I know the answer already.
"I'm terrified of you, on account of the fact you make me feel feelings I never had before, only dreamed of."
My face relaxes into a surprised smile as I reach behind me to grab the extra helmet. I hold the plain black helmet to Rachel, offering it to her, and say, "Ready to go?"
Rachel looks over my shoulder and I watch slight apprehension settle in her eyes for a moment as she asks warily, "Is it safe?"
"Don't worry," I assure her, "I've been driving this for two years now," I proudly state.
"Then why the helmets?"
"Precaution."
"Okay," she draws out while grabbing the helmet. She steps away from me and I instantly miss the contact. Rachel pulls the ponytail holder out and shakes her brown locks until they fall effortlessly over her shoulders. I gulp at the sight and I see a quick smirk before the helmet covers it.
"How do I look," she asks striking an over the top pose, her voice muffled due to the helmet. I laugh at the outlandish pose and flip up her visor so I can see the eyes I could spend an eternity staring into.
"Totally badass,: I answer before sliding on my own helmet.
We get into the UTV and I help Rachel with her seatbelt before putting her visor back down. I turn the key and over the loud rumble of the ignition I hear Rachel's voice clearly.
"Where are we going? I mean this vehicle can not go on the road, can it?"
"Roads? Where we're going we don't need roads," I answer with a wink then flip my visor down and take off.
Before I can park, Rachel has her helmet off and is staring in awe at the foundation. Lit white candles are sitting on every surface of the crumbling walls. In the middle lays an old quilt Aunt Renee lent me; a picnic basket on top. It was simple, but from the look on Rachel's face I passed enough again. Turning the engine off, I remove my helmet and ask, "Are you hungry?"
Rachel slowly nods her head then says, "Where are we?"
"An old foundation, that just seems to be a midpoint in-between our houses. I found it one day about two years ago," I explain while I lead Rachel to the blanket and start to lay out the food. "This place has been my sanctuary ever since. I've never brought anyone here, and until you, I didn't want to."
Rachel beams at me from her seat on the blanket and says, "Its beautiful Quinn. Thank you for letting me in."
"I'm just getting started," I tell her boldly, handing her a plate of vegan eggplant parmesan and a bottle of water. I grab my plate and water, and take my place beside her.
"What do you mean," she asks before taking a tentative bite. With a soft moan, that make my insides clench and wolf pace restlessly, she takes a larger bite. "Did you make this?"
Ignoring her first question, I answer with a nod and, "Yeah, I got the recipe from Hiram."
"Don't tell him this, but yours is better," she whispers conspiratorially in my ear, her breath making me shiver when it reaches my skin, before leaning back with a smile and taking another bite. Realization reaches her eyes as she watches the fork leave my mouth. "There's no meat in this."
"Don't worry, Rach, I went on a hunt before heading to the boulder."
"Nice opening Quinn," I hear my wolf scoff at me.
"Hush you, I didn't hear you supply any suggestions," I remind her before refocusing on Rachel. "Besides, Rach, I don't need meat with every meal."
"Yes we do," my wolf huffs. I ignore her in favor of Rachel.
She stares down at her plate as she asks, "So you are a werewolf?"
"Yes."
"It wasn't a dream? A fantasy? A mental breakdown? Daddy wasn't pulling my leg?"
"No, its very much reality," I tell her before I realize what her second question was. "You talked to Hiram then," I ask setting my plate to the side. She places her food next to mine and bobs her head in the affirmative. "Well, lets start there," I say, grabbing her hand, "What'd he say?"
Looking at our entwined hands she answers quietly "He told me he was one as well and the story of how he became a wolf. He did seem really quite terrified of everything that next week." She sniffs, then looks up at me with shiny eyes. "He also told me that werewolves ran on a pack system, similar to regular wolves."
"Did he tell you who the Alpha is," I whisper.
She nods and says, "He said that your mom is his, but that there was another and that you would tell me who it is."
I sigh, grateful that Hiram didn't tell Rachel. "I'm the other one."
Rachel stares at me with new reverence in her eyes. "How does that work? I mean Alphas are extremely territorial and dominant are they not? Would that not cause tension and fights all of the time?"
I smile at the passion she's showing for this part of my life. "We are both, incredibly, and we don't take kindly to being told what to do. But we make it work by hang separate packs, and unless I ask, my mom and grandpa stay out of my pack's affairs. It also helps that we're humans at the same time and can talk out our issues normally."
"Your grandfather's an Alpha as well?"
"Yeah, its kind of a family thing," I answer with a shrug.
"Did you have to be one," she asks, picking up the last bite of food and finishing it.
"I could have refused, but I obviously didn't. I can always step down, which I won't. And I can lose it if someone defeats me in a fight for the position, but that's highly unlikely."
"Well, aren't we being a bit cocky today?"
"Not cocky Rach, just confident," I say with a crooked smile as she starts to eye my plate. "You can have it if you want," I offer.
She smiles and quickly grabs it as if I'd change my mind, and says, "I'm sorry. I'm so ravenous since we had to miss lunch today."
"I'm sorry about that by the way."
"It's not your fault, Quinn. It's Azimio's and his love for hurling iced beverages at unsuspecting victims." After dabbing her lips with a napkin following a messy bite of food, she says, "Speaking of Azimio and his barbaric activities, what did Santana and the others do to him?"
"Like San said earlier, her and Britt introduced Azimio's to her two gigantic, ferocious dogs."
"Quinn," she whines, unhappy with my answer.
"What exactly do you want to know about werewolves? I'll be completely honest, no half truths."
"Everything," she exclaims before smiling slyly and asking, "Or do I have to turn to page 394?"
"Very funny, smartass," I say, sticking my tongue out.
Rachel playfully returns the gesture before replying, "It would appear that you're rubbing off on me, Miss Fabray."
"So it would, Miss Berry," I smirk as I can practically hear Santana say 'wanky'. Clearing my throat then saying, "Back on topic. Puck and Sam switched into their wolf forms and became San's 'dogs'. They back Azimio into a corner in a deserted hallway, where they did every threatening action they could come up with without hurting him. Eventually, Santana grew tired of screwing with him, and let him go with a last threat of Lima Heights and hair razorblades."
"So they didn't harm him," Rachel asks, making absolute sure.
"No, Rach, they didn't. They wouldn't disobey a direct order," I reassure her.
"Because you're their Alpha," she states simply.
"Because I'm their Alpha," I reiterate.
"So there's Noah and Sam," she clicks off her fingers. "Also: Santana, Brittany, and Mercedes," she guesses slowly until I nod my head in confirmation. "Who else is in your pack?"
"The Glee Club."
"The entire Glee Club?"
"Mostly. For now its everyone besides Blaine, Artie, Tina, and of course, you," I tell her. "Tina and Blaine are going to change next month, but Artie we're not sure about. He should be changing with them, but because of his paralysis we'll just have to wait and see."
"But can't you heal more rapidly than humans? That's how that scratch on your head vanished almost instantly right? Because of you being a werewolf."
"Yes we can. But there are things that are permanent Rachel, or they'll take a very long time to heal. Even then there will be some scars left. Artie's accident would have killed any normal human, but luckily his was a child of a werewolf."
"What else can leave scars behind?"
"Wolfsbane. It's extremely dangerous for us, poisonous in fact."
"Oh," she whispers somberly.
"Yeah."
A few minutes pass in a comfortable silence as the sky darkens above us. I place the empty plates back into the basket and silently offer Rachel a mint. Taking the wintergreen mint she places it in her mouth and lays back, staring in fascination at the slowly appearing stars. I join her after placing my own in my mouth. As soon as my back hit the soft quilt Rachel cuddles into my side, my arms automatically wrap comfortably around her small frame as if I had been doing it for years. The only noises surrounding us were our soft breathing, the insects and animals going about their business, Rachel's fingers going across the fabric of my grey shirt, and the wind blowing through the leaves. That is, until Rachel broke the silence.
"You're so hot Quinn," she says, snuggling deeper into my side.
"Awe shucks Darlin', you ain't so bad yourself," I tease, using the southern accent I picked up off of Papa John.
Rachel playfully smacks my shoulder before laying her heard back on it. "You know what I mean Quinn Fabray."
"It's the wolf in me. It makes my blood hotter which raises my core body temperature," I answer her unspoken question.
"When your eyes change colors, is that the result of being a werewolf as well?"
I nod my head and say, "It normally happens when we're angry or feel threatened. It seems to be a way of letting the wolf inside of us out without fully changing. The color of your eyes normally turn brighter. For example, Santana's eyes turn from her usual almost black into a bright ember, and Puck's hazel eyes become greener. Alpha's normally have dark gold to show their superiority. Although, I haven't asked why they sometimes turn light gold when I'm with you, but I have a theory."
"What's that," she asks softly as she goes over a patch of skin where my shirt had rode up.
"Another carnal instinct wants to be filled," I rush out, blushing as Rachel hits skin again, my tone huskier than normal. My voice makes Rachel look at me; a small, smug smile forms on her lips when our eyes meet.
"Like now," she asks, her voice just as rough. I nod and close my eyes when she bites her lip. She giggles before she, graciously, changes the subject to the original one and moves her hand to lay on my covered stomach. "What else can werewolves do?"
"We have better senses than regular humans, and we're stronger and faster as well. All packs can hear each other when we're wolves as if we were actually speaking out loud, but in our head. My pack though is the only pack in a long time that can do it when we're in either form without having to touch."
"I thought werewolves had to wait until a full moon to change, but you changed Friday, Quinn, and Puck and Sam did so today. How does that happen?"
"That's a myth we started so human wouldn't feel completely terrified, but we do in fact need the full moon for our first transformation. After that we can normally control when the wolf inside us are shown."
"Normally," Rachel asks as lightening bugs make themselves known above us.
"If we lose control of our anger or we feel a deep need to protect our loved ones, our wolf will emerge. That's what happened Friday night with my father," I explain, the last sentence I force out between closed teeth.
Hearing the anger in my tone, Rachel props herself with her elbow and places a calming hand on my cheek. Watching the anger and gold fade mostly from my eyes, Rachel asks quietly, "Who's Lucy?"
I drag in a ragged breath and exhale sharply. I stare a star over Rachel's shoulder as I answer. "I'm Lucy," I say for the first time in nine years, the words feeling funny on my lips. I watch Rachel's eyebrows furrow from the corner of my eye and continue, "My full name is Lucy Quinn Fabray. Lucy was who I used to be before my parents left. I thought there was something about being Lucy that made me unwantable." I could feel tears starting to form in my eyes, but Rachel had every right to know this story. "So when Aunt Renee and Uncle Bryan brought me here from my granny's birthday after my mom left again, this time with a new family, I decided that I needd to change before someone else left me. The first thing to go was my name, because in my seven year old mind I couldn't be someone new with the same name. I always like Quinn better anyways."
"Is that why you kept running Quinn," Rachel asks, wiping the few stray tears off my face. "You were afraid I'd leave you as well?"
"Yes," I answer in a defeated tone.
"Why'd you stop?"
"I don't think you know how hard it actually was for me to resist you Rachel. You were so persistent on breaking down my walls, and then you sang that song and I just knew I couldn't let you get away from me. My wolf and everyone kept warning me that if I continued to run you would stop chasing me. Rachel I just couldn't have that. It would have destroyed me to lose my mate," I finish reluctantly waiting for the backlash to come.
But instead I received a smile so bright it could actually light the moonless sky. "I'm your mate," she asks, hopeful that she heard me right.
"Yes Rachel. You're a werewolf's mate, an Alpha's mate. Darlin' you're my mate," I reply, sitting up and successfully get a stunned Rachel to sit up with me. "Is that okay with you," I ask to make sure.
Rachel wordlessly answers with an enthusiastic nod. I smile crookedly and cradle Rachel's cheek with my hand, sending tiny shocks through us again. I feel more than see Rachel lean closer to me, brushing her nose against mine, and stops a few centimeters from my lips. I look into her eyes, before glancing at her lips and unconsciously lick my lips as her sweet breath exhales against them.
"Quinn," Rachel sigh, "Please."
That was all I needed to close the little distance between our lips. As soon as my lips touch Rachel's my entire body feels as if it'll explode from the amount of sparks going through it. I press my mouth more firmly against her's and suck her bottom lip to in between my teeth, getting a slight taste of strawberry lip gloss. Rachel moans slightly when I lightly bite it before leasing it. I start to lean away, but Rachel grabs the back of my neck, fisting my hair, and forcefully pull me back in. I smile against her lips at the aggression. She flews her hand and her nails run against the spot on my neck.
I growl and boldly lay her on her back, never breaking the kiss. I swipe my tongue against her lip asking for permission, which is almost instantaneously granted. I slide my tongue in an d as soon as her's meets mine I groan in delight at the taste of wintergreen mint, her strawberry lip gloss, and my vanilla chapstick. I run my hands down her sides until I find the hem of my hoodie and slip my hands under. Her t-shirt rides up slightly and I run my thumbs over the smooth skin over her hips as I kiss her neck.
I start kissing up the side when I feel my canine teeth lengthen as I reach her pulse point and Rachel grinds upwards. I immediately throw myself backwards off Rachel, both of us panting hard. She looks at me with hurt written all over my face, but it changes into concern at the fear on my face.
"Are you okay Quinn," Rachel asks as her breathing begins to even out.
"I'm fine, Rach," I respond, scooting back to her side and place a simple kiss on her lips. "We were just going a little fast," I explain without divulging how much I wanted to bite her.
"I quite agree Quinn. I don't know where that came from, but it would seem as though I lose all self-control around you. I've never acted like that," Rachel says bashfully. "Can I ask another question?"
"You just did Darlin'," I tease.
"Quinn Fabray, must you always be a smart ass?"
"Yes, if its always going to get sweet and innocent Rachel Berry to swear," I answer with a cheeky grin.
Rachel playfully shoves me and says, "Well can we continue with our twenty question game?"
"Anything you want."
"Earlier when you were explaining why you quit running from me, from us," she pauses as we both smile at the sound of us. "You said something about your wolf warning you, but how can she? She's just an animal."
My wolf whimpers at the sound of being called "just an animal" by our mate. I remind her that Rachel doesn't know any better, and answer Rachel's question.
"My wolf is a part of me, of my soul. She feels everything I feel, and in return I feel what she feels. It makes our bond stronger which helps me control her so we both don't become simple beasts after I transformed. She's also supposed to help guide me silently, but mine seems to be quite vocal and at times overly dramatic." My inner wolf huffs indignantly and pouts with her head on their paws.
"Do you all have one, or is it only Alphas," Rachel asks curiously as she reaches for my hand and interlocks our fingers.
"We all have our own wolves to pester us, but I cannot hear my pack's wolves, and they can't hear mine."
"May I see her again," Rachel inquiries quietly.
"Close your eyes and no peeking," I respond firmly.
Rachel shuts her eyes tightly and puts her hands over her eyes with such excitement. I can't help but laugh at the adorable girl in front of me. She blindly sticks her tongue out me and I jokingly threaten that if she does t again she'd lose it.
"You would miss it too much. You already do, I can tell," she states confidently, effectively shutting me up without even looking at me.
I undess and fold my clothes quickly. Just before I switch I remind my wolf to not be completely difficult with the control. I close my eyes and seconds later I feel the welcoming fire shoot up my back.
I walk over and bend to nudge Rachel hand with my massive head. She peeks up at me through her fingers before completely dropping her hands away from her face. She stands and opens her arms, inviting me in for a hug. I hesitate for a second, realizing how different it is to stand in front of Rachel after admitting she was my mate. Rachel scrunches her brows and motions for me to come, and I lunge for her.
Tackling her to the ground, she laughs boisterously as i lick her entire face. "Okay! Okay Quinn," she exclaims between gasps for breath. She pushes me, and I get off and sit beside her, wag gin my tail happily. She rises up and starts petting behind my ears, mindful to keep from the left side.
"You're such a beautiful wolf," Rachel compliments sincerely. "And I apologize for saying you're a mere animal. You're much more that that. I didn't intend to insult you. Forgive me?"
I give her another lick in response as my wolf hums in acceptance. She smiles serenely and says, "Come back to me Quinn."
I nudge her hands, and she sighs roughly but obediently covers her eyes again. I switch back and get dressed in no time, but not before Santana sends me a message. I grab ahold of her hands and pull her into a firm hug.
"I'm sorry for all the slobber," I say and use a napkin to wipe it off.
"Its okay Quinn," Rachel assures me.
I kiss her gently and pull away quickly, resting our foreheads together. I sigh as I breathe in her intoxicating scent and the sound of our hearts beating simultaneously. I lean back to look into her eyes.
"Now I have two questions for you Darlin'."
Rubbing her hands up and down my back she says, "Yes Quinn?"
"Will you officially be my girlfriend, Rachel Barbara Berry," I ask, still slightly nervous.
Rachel smiles and I notice a dimple form in her cheek. "You didn't even have to ask, Quinn, of course I will."
I smile in return and kiss her again, reminding myself I had to pull back to ask my other question. "Would you like to meet the other wolves?"
"What is it with you and asking these unnecessary question," she teases.
Rachel's POV
As we pull up to the back of Quinn's home, I can barely make out the dark shadows of seven large animals. I stare at them until Quinn pulls into the stand alone garage, blocking my view. I unbuckle and quickly remove the helmet as I stand out of Quinn's UTV. Quinn takes my helmet from me while I shake out my hair. I watch my girlfriend, "EEP!", hang up our helmets before taking my hand. She smiles down at me and I'm blown away at how beautiful she is.
Her short, blond hair wasn't even affected by her helmet as I'm sure mine was. Quinn's smile is almost too perfect, and the same could be said for her nose. Her body proof that exercise prevails all. Her hazel eyes seemed to glow in the dim light from the house. Gold flecks remained there as always, as if she never lets go of her anger, but the more I look at her the lighter the flecks seem to go. All in all she's the prettiest girl I've ever met, but I know she's a lot more than that, just like her wolf.
"Are you sure Rach," she asks, bringing me out my 'Quinn is number one' thoughts.
"Positive," I answer with a smile, and Quinn leads me to the humungous shadows by the pool.
On our way I recount the dark figures and realize they're missing one if what Quinn said was completely right. Almost as instantly as I realized, Quinn does too. She mumbles to herself, "Where is Finn?"
We must have been close enough for the pack to hear us, because Quinn's eyebrow raises. As we get right in front of a wolf with the warmest shade of brown fur I've ever seen, Quinn speaks probably more for my concern and habit than anything else.
"Hey y'all. Where's Finn?"
Recounting the wolves, I realize they are in fact one short. My eyes drift back over to a light brown wolf at the far end as Quinn walks toward the wolf, bringing me with her. As we passed the other wolves each of their heads raised in respect, and I couldn't help but feel proud of my girlfriend and to be a part of the world I found surrounding me.
We stopped in front of the last wolf, and one look into the wolf's glasz eyes I knew who it was. I smiled at him and he bowed his in acknowledgment, his tail thumping the ground, before putting his focus back on Quinn with full determination. Quinn nodded as her and Kurt started to converse telepathically. My eyes wandered down the line of wolves who were also my classmate and friends.
My life starts to feel surreal. Here I am, in a small town in Ohio with my now magnificent girlfriend/mate who is the Alpha of an extraordinary pack of werewolves, which my Daddy happens to be as well. If someone would have told me my life would become more exciting after leaving New York City to come to rural Ohio I would have asked if they severely injured their head. But after everything that has happened the past week I'm beginning to realize that I'm going to have a giant decision to make and I think I've already made it.
"Rachel, Rachel," Quinn calls, waving a hand in front of my face. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, yes, sorry," I say with a smile at the evident amused expressions on their face, "just thinking is all. Where's Finn?"
"He's spending some time alone to think. It seems that after I left Finn got up saying he need some space and walked out. Guess you forgot," she teases.
"Well, of course I forgot," I reply, "your romantic advances were absolutely astounding, and then our game was even better."
The dark brown wolf we first stood in front must have said something, because Quinn turned and anomalistically growled at the wolf before turning back to me as happy as can be.
"Anything else happen in Glee after I left, Rachel," she asks, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
My mind blanks at Quinn's question and gesture until something pops up. "Oh my! I cannot believe I forgot and we were just speaking of it too Quinn! Artie moved his foot! Not much, of course, just a single tap, but is it not just absolutely miraculous?"
"It is Rach," she answers with a proud look that was reflected in her pack for out friend. "How would you like to officially meet the wolf misfits?"
"I would love to. Can I guess who is who though, please?"
"Go ahead," she answers with a chuckle and wave of her hand.
I pace up and down the line, closely looking at the wolves. I didn't have a firm grasp on their identity. After I felt I had a firm grasp as to who everyone is I stop in front of the first we came upon.
"You're Santana," I say confidentially to the almost black with the ember eyes. Santana bows her head in answer. "Which would make you Brittany," I guess as I face the light yellow wolf beside Santana. Brittany licks my face in response, but with a look at Quinn she stepped back into line.
I move down the line of wolves, and easily identified Puck by the longer fur down the middle of his, Sam and Kurt from their eyes, but I became stuck with Mercedes and Mike. My eyebrows crease in confusion and I look to Quinn for help.
"They may look the same, but we are all marked differently," she answers with an adoring smile.
I look back at Mike and Mercedes, and I notice the gold sun on one of the wolf's head. I glance at Same's forehead and smile. Turning back to the wolf I say, "Hello Mercedes." Mercedes bumps my shoulder with her head. I turn to Mike and greet him, receiving a toothful smile in return.
"Okay everyone, wait here while I take Rachel home and we'll run patrol when I get back," Quinn says, an order on the edge of her voice.
Instantaneously, the line relaxes as Puck, Sam, and Mike start play fighting. Sam and Mike team up on Puck, pushing him back towards the pool where the rest of the pack went to relax. Not looking behind him Puck reared up to bat at Sam and accidentally knocked Santana into the water. We all begin to laugh loudly until Santana's wolf gets out, and she was snarling. Puck's tail went between his legs immediately before sprinting off towards the woods, Santana right on his heels.
"He's going to be okay right," I ask Quinn, nervously.
"Yeah, San's just gonna have some fun," she answers leading me to her truck while everyone relaxes again, Brittany keeping an eye on the forest. "Anymore questions Rach?"
"Yes," I say hesitantly, pulling her hand for us to stop. "I want you to do something actually."
"Anything Darlin'," she answers, kissing my hand.
"Bite me."