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"So do you think Blaine's going to join?" Britt questions from my doorway as I walk out of my closet dressed in short jeans shorts with holes in each leg, a black v-neck and my black chucks. She's in a baby blue dress that looks really cute on her and her hair's curled. She's also in a pair of heels that make me cringe because of the height.
"I really don't know B. It would be kinda nice though," I say as I begin straightening my hair.
"It really would. I mean Rick is gonna find us eventually, and it'll be nice to be prepared," Britt says as she sits on my bed and watches me as I straighten my hair.
"I don't even know why our dad let that bastard live," I growl out.
"Couldn't tell ya Rae," Britt tells me with a shrug as she stands and heads downstairs. I sigh as I finish my hair and quickly apply my make-up. Today Britt and I are trying out for cheer, and Sam's trying out for football. We're going to own our try-outs, but the sucky thing about sports is that we always have to remember to go easy to not blow our secret.
"Rae get down here and eat!" Sam shouts up the stairs. I don't know why seeing as I could've heard him just as well if he had spoken regularly.
"Calm down Sammy," I say as I walk into the kitchen and see him in a light green polo, a regular pair of jeans, and his green chucks.
"Yes," Blaine says as he walks up to me at my locker. He looks nervous, like I'm going to rescind my invitation.
"Great, this way," I tell him as Sam, Britt, and I begin walking down the hall and into an empty classroom. "Submit," I order him as Sam shuts the door.
"W-what?" Blaine asks in surprise and confusion.
"Your wolf wants to submit to me and make me it's Alpha, so do it," I demand him. He stares at me for a moment before walking towards me and kneeling down in front of me. He then goes against all protective instincts a wolf has and bares his neck to me.
Welcome to the pack. I tell him as I help him stand. He looks shocked that we can communicate mentally when not in wolf form.
"I thought we're only able to speak like that in wolf form?"
"Nope. It's just like it though," I explain as we walk out of the room.
Why am I feeling a protective pull towards Quinn, Santana, and Puck? Blaine questions as we spot them further down the hallway. I instantly want nothing more to wrap Quinn in my arms and never let go, and my wolf whines when I refuse.
Because as we told you last night, they're our mates. Since you're a pack member now you're going to feel that pull, just like we're going to with Kurt. We don't exactly know why, but... I explain with a shrug as we head towards them.
"Hello Quinn," I greet as we stop in front of the group. Brittany immediately goes to Santana's side and strikes up a conversation, while Sam stays by me but sends Puck shy glances.
"Hey Rachel," Quinn says back, a bit shy. This makes my heart flutter and I have to bite back a stupid grin.
"So do you know how Britt and I would go about joining the Cheerios?" I ask, stepping a little closer to Quinn as I gently nudge Sam towards Puck.
"You're joining the squad?" I hear Santana asks Britt in excitement. I chuckle quietly at her before turning back to Quinn. I feel excitement, but also insecurity and worry, radiating from her.
Why would she be insecure and worried about us joining the squad? I ask the others.
Her whole world at the moment revolves around her being the head Cheerio. I think she might be afraid of you guys being good enough to take that from her. Blaine answers from where ever he's at now with Kurt.
"You want to join the squad? That's awesome," Quinn answers with a genuine smile. I can tell that she's battling with herself though, so I put her out of her misery.
"Yeah. Britt's the best dancer I've ever met, and I'm a pretty decent flyer. Don't worry though, your still safe as the Head Cheerio. Even though Britt and I are good, we'd be horrible leaders," I tell her with a small smile. She ducks her head in embarrassment and shame, a blush covering her cheeks, neck, and ears. Sam, Blaine, and Britt all chuckle quietly at my line about Britt and I not being leader material, but I ignore them and keep my focus on Quinn.
"I-I wasn't, I-" Quinn stutters as she lifts her head.
"It's fine Quinn, I get it. You've worked hard for your spot and you don't want anyone challenging it," I tell her gently. I feel the relief flood through her, as well as see it written all over her face as she smiles at me.
"If you want to join, the best time to beg coach for a try-out is during lunch," Quinn says. As I open my mouth to respond I smell the horrible smell of Flint(?), I think that's his name anyway, and not even seconds later he's by Quinn's side.
"Hey babe," he says before pulling her into a kiss. I growl quietly, turn on my heel, and quickly walk away. I love that I've found my mate, but the whole jealousy thing really fucking sucks.
Are you ok Rach? Britt asks as I take a seat in our first period. I can feel Sam and Blaine's worry as well.
I'm fine guys. Stay with your mates and I'll see you soon. I tell them as I lay my head on my desk.
When Britt and I walk into coach Sylvester's office we're greeted with a blonde girl with Down Syndrome sitting behind a desk. She's in a Cheerio uniform and she's looking over a bunch of papers in front of her.
I clear my throat politely, and once she looks up I ask, "Is coach Sylvester available?" She studies me for a moment before picking up a phone on her desk.
"Coach, you've got two girls here to see you," she says into the receiver.
"Are they losers?" I hear from behind the door, and over the phone. I smirk at the thought of Britt and I being losers, but hold my tongue cause I wasn't supposed to hear that.
"They don't look like it," the girl explains.
"Send em in," coach orders.
"You can go in now," the girl says once she's off the phone. She waves us towards the door then goes back to her papers.
"Thank you," Britt and I tell her politely before heading into the real office.
"Hi coach!" Britt says cheerfully as we sit in the seats in front of her desk. She stares at us for up to a minute before finally saying something.
"I'm guessing you want to join my squad correct." Britt and I just nod. "Why should I let you on my squad when you've already teamed up with Shuester and his army of hair products?" she questions, completely serious. I laugh at her crack at Shue as Britt answers.
"Cause Sanny and Quinn are on the squad and in glee. Also it's cause we're awesome. And how can Mr. Shue have an army of hair stuff? Can I have a duck army then?" I crack up at the look on Sylvester's face, and at the crap Britt's spouting.
"Yes well Quinn and Santana joined without my permission, and I can't just cut my captain and second in command. I need them for Nationals, so again why would I let you two join?"
"Cause we're some of the best cheerleaders you'll ever meet," I tell her with a shrug, finally calm.
"Is that so?" she questions in disbelief.
"Yup. I'm most likely one of the best flyers in the state, and Britt-Britt is one of the best dancers/choreographers I've ever come across," I answer.
"Prove it," coach says. Her face and tone are completely neutral, but curiosity and interest are rolling off of her.
"Gladly," I tell her with a smirk. I pull a dvd out of my bag and walk over to the tv she has in her office. I turn everything on and then pop the disc in the player.
"Try not to drool at our awesomeness," Britt orders the coach. I barley manage to hold in my laughter as I press play and sit back down to watch the show.
"Oh and this is our eighth grade Nationals," I tac on as the competition starts. All throughout the routine I feel coaches shock increase, followed by glee. Once the routine's over she simply walks to the tv to remove the dvd, places the dvd in her desk draw, and then picks up the phone on her desk.
"Becky I need you to get the uniforms and other essentials for..." she trails off, not knowing our names yet.
"Brittany Pierce and Rachel Berry," Britt tells her, bouncing in her seat in excitement.
"Pierce and Berry. I'm sending them out now," she says before hanging up the phone. "Practice is at 4:15 after school. Do not be late unless you want to face the dire consequences. Now get out of my sight."
"Follow me," the secretary girl, Becky I guess, says as we walk out of coach's office. We follow her down the hall and into a set of locker rooms, which I stop and stare in disbelief at the sight of.
"These are the Cheerio's locker rooms?" I ask once I'm able to form words.
"Yup. Coach wins a lot, which means she has a lot of investors," Becky says as she leads us to two locker that are side by side. "Here's you locker and the codes," she hands us slips of paper, "now lets go get your uniforms."
As I walk into my sixth period class, which I share with Quinn, I can't help but smirk at the looks and overwhelming feelings of lust that are being sent my way. Best of all though is the small, and inaudible to everyone but me, "wow" that Quinn lets escape as she looks up from her book.
"Hello Quinn," I greet with a flirtatious smile as I take my seat next to her.
"H-hi," she stammers out. I can feel and smell her lust, and it's taking every ounce of self-control I possess not to jump her. "So-so you made the squad. That's awesome," she says, sending me a grin. It seems that she only smiles real smiles around Santana, Puck, or me and my siblings, and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.
"Yeah. I showed coach a copy of mine and Britt's eighth grade Nationals and we were in," I tell her with a small smile and a shrug. Even though I was reluctant to join at first, I really do love to cheer and have missed it.
"Again that's awesome," Quinn says with a gentle smile that makes my heart skip a beat. Damn this girl will be the death of me. Before I can say anything to keep the conversation going the teacher begins the class.
"Can I walk you to Glee?" I ask Quinn as the last bell rings.
"Yeah, that'd be awesome," she answers with a grin. We walk out of the class and towards her locker in comfortable silence, and I have to hold in my laughter at the kids jumping out of our way. I mean seriously, one dude bashed his head against a locker because he tripped trying to move to quickly.
"It's pretty cool how you have this school in the palm of your hand," I tell her as I wait for her to finish with her locker.
"Yeah it's pretty great," she tells me with a smirk.
"So Rachel Berry, I guess the rumors that you and your sister Brittany are now on the Cheerios are true," Jacob Ben Israel says as he appears out of nowhere. I mean seriously I must be losing my touch cause I didn't know he was here until he started talking. Or it could just be that he isn't Quinn, and that's why I didn't notice him.
"Yup," I answer nonchalantly, popping the p. "Now get lost."
"But Rachel-"
"Leave," Quinn orders in complete HBIC mode. Damn that's scary. And sexy. JBI bolts away from us as fast as he appeared.
"Thank you. To glee milady?" I ask as I hold my arm out for her.
"Lead the way," she says with a smile that makes my insides mushy as she takes my arm. It feels like I'm struck by a lightening bolt, but in an amazing way.
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