Author's Note: Hey y'all! Sorry if I made anyone feel as of I were abandoning my stories. I am in fact not. It's just been and interesting and hectic few years. I'm currently working on another story, which I would really like to know if you all would even be interested in me posting. I'd really appreciate some feed back, that way I know where I doing well or going wrong as a writer. Please leave some reviews and I hope y'all enjoy! :)
I wake up slowly with a deep and resounding pounding in my head. There was no beginning to try and locate where the pounding was originating from, it's just...everywhere. My eyelids are heavy and my mouth is bone dry. And I'm starving. I'm also lying on one of the most comfortable beds I've ever had the pleasure to lay on, engulfed in one of the most wonderful scents I've ever had the pleasure of inhaling. It smells like fresh air and rain, spring I guess you could say, along with a pleasant woodsy smell. Purely Rachel. I groan lowly as I sit up slowly with my eyes still clenched firmly shut as to not aggravate the throbbing in my head any further. Should I get up now or just go back to sleep? I perk up slightly as a smell I'd know anywhere starts drifting up to me from the kitchen downstairs. My eyes immediately pop open at the wonderful smell of bacon and I rush from Rachel's room, taking the steps two at a time in my ravenous state, and immediately regret it as soon as I reach the bottom. I halt abruptly and plop down on the bottom step, dropping my head in my hands with another pained groan while trying to will away the sudden nausea and dizziness.
"It passes," I hear from in front of me, causing me to snap my head in the voices direction, giving a whimper and closing my eyes as my head gives a vicious pound.
"This is BEYOND worse than any hangover I've ever had," I mumble out, finally opening my eyes and taking the cup of coffee from Blaine's outstretched hand. "Thank you," I mumble gratefully from around the top of the cup before taking a much needed gulp. I take Blaine's still outstretched hand and let him haul me to my feet. I have to hold onto his arm tightly for a moment to let the dizzy spell pass, but soon I'm following behind him into the kitchen. My stomach gives a furious roar as I hear Britt's giggly voice from behind me.
"Heh, heh. A Wolfover." I can't help but grin at her bubbliness despite my sour mood. I mutter out a quick good morning to B when I hear her greet Blaine and I, but I can't seem to rip my eyes away from the mountain of food piled high on the table and counters alike. I hear Blaine greet Britt from where he's standing from behind the stove, flipping what looks like a pancake before stirring something in the pot on the burner behind it.
"Where are Rae and the others," I finally question after drifting towards the table full of food and sitting down. I try to discreetly look around for my girlfriend. The pull in my chest is faint, so I'm assuming she's not in the house, much to my immense displeasure.. I want her here. Now.
"Rachie and Sammy went to take Tina home a little while ago. They're going to stop at the store really quick and should be home soon. Puck, San, and Kurt are all still sleeping," she answers as she's walking over to the fridge. She pulls out a bottle of applejuice, pouring herself a huge glass. "Don't worry Q, she'll be back soon. She didn't even want to leave, but she thought you'd still be asleep until later on in the day," she tells me softly as she takes the empty seat beside me. I guess I hadn't been as discreet with my displeasure as I had thought.
"Thanks B. It's really no problem though," I tell her with a smile I know she sees through, if her disbelieving look and raised eyebrow is any indication. My stomach picks that point to again make it's displeasure known and I blush deeply.
"You known you can dig in at any time Quinn. There's plenty, I know you're starving, and you're going to need all the nourishment you can get," Blaine tells me as he brings the biggest plate of bacon I've ever seen and sets it right in front of me. He really should not have placed that there. My eyes widen and my naw drops and I know I must be drooling. I look over at Britt, and after a reassuring smile and nod I attack.
When Rachel and Sam finally walk in around thirty minuteslater, both of their arms laden with groceries, I'm finishing off my third plate. My third! And I still want more! I immediately abandon my plate at the sight of my beautiful girl, jumping up from my spot at the table and tackling her into a fierce hug. She gives a slight "oomph!" at my impact but chuckles lightly and wraps her arms around me just as tightly. Oh how I've missed her. A part of me is screaming that I'm being ridiculous and waaaaay to clingy. I mean I was just with her the majority of yesterday and all of last night. Another part though, a bigger, stronger, and louder part of me, is telling that part to shut the hell up because Rachel is mine and I can miss her whenever I damn well please. So confusing. Before I get to dwell on those thoughts too much though, Rachel pulls out of our embrace and brings our lips together hungrily in a deep kiss. I respond eagerly and push her against the counter, forcing my tongue into her mouth and exploring it thoroughly, probing every inch of her mouth that I can reach with my invasive tongue. Tingles starts shooting down south at all of the mesmerizing sounds emmiting from her and I just bury my hands into her luscious hair and pu'll her even closer, if that's even possible.
I'm pulled out of my Rachel induced haze by the sounds of multiple different throats being cleared, quite loudly and rude I might add. I scowl as I pull away, ready to turn and tear into the assholes who dare interrupt my time with my mate! Before I get a chance to fly off the handle I'm distracted by Rachel's eyes. Her shockingly blood red eyes. Our eyes lock and she's looking at me questioningly, silently asking me why I stopped, why I pulled away from her. Each and every time I'm met with those eyes I get chills. I feel a chill roll up my spine and I'm fixing to jump her again, but Sam decides to step bravely (or foolishly) in between us. I start to growl lowly, (the hell? I'm not even a wolf yet!) but mine is over-shadowed by Rachel's. It's deep, low, and menacing, and it causes all the hairs on my body to stand at attention. Sam and I both step back quickly, Sam with his hands held out in a sign of surrender and me because of the sheer force and power I can now feel radiating off if her. She immediately notices my shift, whipping her head down as she folds into herself while letting out a low whine. I step toward and place a comforting hand on her shoulder, glancing over at Sam for some kind of explaination.
"She's upset and anger with herself for scaring you," Sam whispers into my ear as he passes us on his way back to the table. I know Rachel hears him by the way her hands twitch, and I hurriedly grab them with both of my own, bringing them up to cradle against my chest. I step as closely to her as Our joined hands between us will allow, and then I use one of our intertwined hands to make her look at me. I wait patiently until she finally locks our eyes and then give her a bright smile. "I'm not scared of you," I mumble quietly, now only millimeters away from her lips. They tremble for a few seconds before she finally smiles slightly, pulling me in for another, though slightly less heated much to my disappointment, kiss. This one is gentle and unrushed. She pulls away with another, more convincing smile, pulling me back to the table and guiding me back into my abandoned seat. She holds out the seat for me to take, gently pushing the chair in as I sit before taking the empty one beside me.
"So why is everyone still sleeping?" I question as everyone begins piling their plates high. I fill up my fourth plate (And I thought Santana made fun of me before!) once everyone else filled theirs.
"Cause normally it takes a little over a day or so for someone who's been bitten to wakeup," Blaine explains after swallowing a mouthful of food.
"Then why am I awake?" I ask curiously. I was only out for around ten or so hours.
"We think it has to do with you being bit by Rae Rae," Britt tells me as she hops up from thtable and goes to pour herself some more juice. I look over to Rachel who just shrigs and gives me a small sheepish smile.
"We've never turned anyone before. This was our first time, so this is all pretty new to us as well," she tell me quietly after taking a huge gulp of her chocolate milk. I smirk before wiping away her milkstache with the pad of my thumb, and then bringing said digit up to my mouth to suck the sugary liquid off of it slowly with my gaze never faltering from Rachel's. Her eyes darken immensely and give a wicked grin and a wink.
"So you don't know what you're doing then?" I tease after someone else clears their throats.
"I never said that!" she gasps out indignantly with a pout. I just raise my eyebrow with a chuckle at her dramatics and wait for her to continue. "While we may not have turned anyone before, our father was breeding me, and these are his words not mine, to be the Ultimate Alpha," she tells me with an eyeroll. "He had started my basic training when I turned five, but the real training began when I turned fourteen and experienced my first shift. That's also around the time my uncle decided to start causing problems."
"So when am I going to have my first change?" I ask with interest, trying to steer the topic of discussion away from the unintentionally heavy memories I had unintentionally trudged up. Rachel perked up immediately, obviously excited about my impending change.
"In exactly two weeks," she tell me with a wide grin now splitting her face while she bounces in her seat. I just chuckle and put a calming hand on her shoulder.
"Someone's excited," I tease with a smirk. She immediately stills, sticking her tongue out at me as a deep blush coats her cheeks. She caught my double meaning then. Good.
"Holy fuck me my head," I hear mumbled from somewhere on the staircase a few hours after we all finish with breakfast. Rachel and I currently cuddled up on the couch together with Blaine and Sam in the recliners, and Brittany's jumping up from her place on the couch to run over to the stairs before Santana even finishes her sentence. I hear the blonde speaking quietly, although I can't hear exactly what she's saying, before I see her pulling an extremely grumpy looking Santana by the hand into the kitchen. A few minutes later I smell fresh coffee brewing and hear the slight clans of pots and pans as I'm guessing Brittany sets about making her, most likely ravenous if she's anything like I was, girlfriend something to eat. This soon becomes a pattern as Puck wakes up around an hour after San, and then Kurt follows him a few hours later.
Once everyone is fed, caffinated, and are semi-less murderous we all relax around the living cuddled up to our significant others, while those of us who were bit last night try to recover from our illnesses our bodies seem to be facing and thinking on Rachel's explaination as to why we feel this way after Kurt demanded (whined) to know why we were so sick.
"Because technically the wolf DNA is a strand of mutant DNA," she tells us apologetically. "Your bodies are trying to fight against what it thinks is an illness as the mutant DNA starts melding with your own, transforming it into a completely new strand. Your body thinks it's an intruder, which it is, and tries to do everything in it's power to rid it self from said intruder. You all are experiencing the worst of it now, but it will fade away in a day or two."