My, What Big Teeth You Have
Part IV
Burt Hummel spent hours under the fluorescent lights of his office at the garage brain storming and drawing up plans for the perfect trap for the large grey and white wolf that put his step-son in a coma. However, despite the determination to make this live animal trap into reality, he just couldn't seem to get it right. After piling crumbled up pieces of paper on the floor and in the small garbage next to his desk, Burt gave up. Until he had an epiphany.
Maybe it was the rage and anger that blinded him earlier hearing the teenagers gossip about how crazy he supposedly was. The solution to a good trap was simple. Shell Lumber and Hardware.
At around five, Burt finally left the garage. He closed up and went off to the lumber and hardware store.
A cage wasn't an option. Those were for smaller animals. He had to get something that would not only trap the wolf's paw, it had to be strong enough to hold the wild animal, and cause some damage. A bear trap was perfect. Not only could it trap the unusual its paw, it was small enough to be concealed by some leaves. The wolf wouldn't see it coming until it was too late.
On the way to the area of woods he and Finn encountered the wolves, he made a last minute decision to visit his step-son at the hospital. Carol and Kurt visit every day in the morning before Kurt goes to school. Burt hasn't seen the football player ever since he was admitted to the hospital. Not because he didn't want to. A part of Burt felt guilty Finn had to be admitted. He should have fought harder to keep Finn safe then maybe it would be him in a medically induced coma. That was one of the reasons he absolutely had to catch that monster grey and white wolf. He also felt it his duty to keep everyone in town safe since no one believed his wolf story.
At the hospital he went to the front desk for a visitors badge before going to Finn's private room. If Burt didn't know any better he would of thought Finn was just sleeping. Burt sat on the chair next to the bed. The same chair he assumed his wife sat every day. Burt hesitated then took Finn's hand.
Suddenly he felt a lump in his throat like he swallowed a golf ball. The tears were a surprise as well. He didn't expect to cry but it broke his heart to see Finn like this, and it was Burt's fault. Finn wouldn't be in this position if it weren't for him.
Burt cleared his throat. "I-I'm so, so sorry, Finn. You wouldn't be here if it weren't for me. I should have fought harder." He voiced his thoughts out loud. "Should've protected you better. If I did…if I did, I would be laying in this hospital bed, not you." He paused to wipe his eyes and clear his throat again. "I promise I will get the animal that did this to you. I got a live animal trap from the hardware store. As soon as I leave here, I'm going back to the woods where we hunted to set the trap. That wolf won't see it coming." He said gritting his teeth. "I'm going to kill the fucker. Maybe make a rug out of it, put it in the office at the garage as a token and reminder that I'm no one to be fucked with, and I'm not crazy."
Burt stood then placed a kiss on Finn's forehead. He would stay longer but time wasn't on his side. If he wanted to set the live animal trap before dark, he had to leave now. He lingered for a moment, making another silent promise to his step-son then he left, returning the visitor badge on the way out.
After visiting Finn, Burt was more determined than ever to get that grey and white wolf. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, and turned the radio off. He had tunnel vision. Get to the woods, set the trap. That was all he cared about.
Finding the area of woods was easy. Setting and hiding the live trap was even easier. Waiting for the grey and white wolf to show up was difficult. Burt stood behind a tree far enough away from the trap to be safe yet close enough to get to the wolf before it could escape, if it could escape. For a moment it seemed the wolf wasn't going to return. He thought about going home and coming back tomorrow but then he saw it.
The grey and white wolf was chasing a squirrel, too focused on the small critter to pay attention to its surroundings. The wolf wasn't alone. A pure white wolf, the same one from last time, was behind the grey and white wolf. Burt didn't care about that wolf. He just wanted the one that hurt Finn.
Burt watched as the grey and white wolf unknowingly ran into danger. Hidden beneath the pile of leaves, the live trap easily grabbed ahold of the wolf's paw. The wolf howled out in pain and fear. Burt was shaking with anticipation. Finally after all of that planning and scheming the wolf was finally caught.
Not thinking about the second wolf, Burt stepped out from behind the tree but quickly stepped back. The pure white wolf came to its companion's rescue. The grey and white wolf attempted to pull its paw free, causing the sharp teeth of the trap to further injure its paw then the pure white wolf put one paw one one side of the trap, and the other paw on the other side, effectively freeing the grey and white wolf.
"No, no, no." He desperately whispered to himself. He didn't take into consideration that the pure white wolf would be able to outsmart him and the trap. Though he did still have one upper hand on the abnormally large wolves. The grey and white wolf was badly injured. It limped as it followed the pure white wolf out of the woods.
Very carefully Sam transformed back into his human half with Quinn, and even more carefully, put the extra clothes they kept hidden in an old, hallow tree. Quinn used a scarf she kept in the tree to wrap it around Sam's wrist. It soaked with blood as soon as she put it on. Sam winced.
"I'm sorry. This is just temporary, anyway. You definitely have to go to the emergency room. This is really bad, Sam. You just had to try to get out of that bear trap by yourself." She rolled her eyes as they got into Sam's truck.
"I panicked!" He argued. "I never got caught before."
"I get that but you could have seriously hurt yourself even worse than you already have. All over a squirrel. How can you be so stupid?!" She slapped him a few more times.
"Okay, okay, I get it. Stop with the slapping. I'm in enough pain as it is."
It was decided by Quinn that Sam's wrist was too injured to drive so the teens switched seats. Quinn went to turn the engine on then stopped.
"The way I see it is we have two options. We can go to the emergency room now, or we can stick to the original plan; going home, tell our parents what happened, and let dad decide what to do next."
Sam pursed his lips as he took the time to give it some thought. "No matter what we decide eventually we're gonna have to tell mom and dad. Going to the emergency room now would just delay it." He pointed out.
"Do you want to delay it? You're the one who's injured. It's your choice."
He thought about it some more. "I don't want to delay dad yelling at me. It's just going to make it worse. Lets go home now and let him decide what to do next."
Quinn agreed. She turned the truck's engine on then drove home. When the house came into view, they were surprised to see a vehicle parked behind their parents' car. Quinn parked Sam's truck beside their parents'.
"Who do you think that is?" Sam asked Quinn.
"I don't know."
Walking through the front door they heard voices from Russell's office. The only voices they recognize were their parents, the other two didn't sound familiar. With Quinn leading the way, they walked through the foyer, down the hallway, and to the office. The unfamiliar voices belonged to Thomas and Gina Puckerman.
"What's going on?" Quinn asked no one in particular.
"Thomas and Gina have a lot of experience with witch covens and they were kind enough to help us figure out who went after Santana and why." Russell answered then the adults went back to work. "I'm thinking whoever it is has to be new in town. We haven't had a witch problem until recently." He concluded.
"Well, if we made a list of all the people that recently moved here it wouldn't be a long list so it shouldn't take long to narrow it down." Said Thomas.
The four adults started making the list. Judy wrote the names down.
"This is great and all, really thank you for helping us with this, but we have another problem." Quinn interrupted.
Whilst Judy, Gina, and Thomas appear to be confused, a growl bubbled up Russell's throat.
"What did your brother do now?!"
Quinn could audibly hear Sam gulp from behind her. All the anger she had for her older brother for being so careless is long gone now, now she just felt bad for him. She knew he didn't mean to get himself in these situations, especially this one. It wasn't even his fault this time.
The bear trap was hidden very well. Someone really wanted to catch an animal. Or…someone really wanted to catch Sam, someone like Burt Hummel. Quinn put her arm out, preventing Sam from stepping out behind her to reveal his wrist.
"Before we tell you what happened, you need to know it wasn't his fault this time."
Russell scanned Quinn's face to determine if she was covering for Sam or not. Satisfied she wasn't, his own face softened as he calmed down. Then gave Quinn an encouraging nod to continue.
"It was Burt Hummel. We were running through the woods. Sam was chasing a squirrel when it happened. It was hidden so well even I didn't see it until the last minute."
"See what, Quinn? I'm getting impatient." Said Russell.
"A…bear trap. It got Sam's wrist pretty good. Luckily I hid a scarf in one of the trees with my clothes but it's still pretty bad. I think he needs to go to the emergency room."
Sam finally stepped out from behind Quinn. He held his injured wrist up to his chest. The scarf was stained a deep red. Judy gasped and ran to Sam. She guided him to the couch Russell napped on often whenever he was working and sat with him. Russell kneeled in front of his son to inspect the injury and determine himself if he needed medical attention.
Carefully he unwrapped the scarf. Sam winced. There were deep cuts from the teeth of the bear trap all around his wrist. Russell was surprised Sam wasn't bleeding more than he already was.
"Quinn is right. You need to go to the emergency room. This will need stitches." Russell agreed.
"What are we going to tell the nurses and doctors?" Judy asked her husband.
Russell needed a moment to think about it. "He..he..got into a car accident."
"I'll put some dents in his truck to make the story more believable." Thomas offered.
Russell nodded in Thomas' direction. "Thanks."
"Wait, wait, wait." Sam began to protest. "Is that really necessary? I mean it's not like the doctors and nurses are going to come to the house to check my truck. My wrist is obviously fucked. They'll have no reason not to believe us." He pointed out, not liking the idea of anyone damaging his truck.
"It's not for the doctors and nurses. It's for everyone else in town that will hear about how Sam Fabray hurt his wrist getting into a car accident." Thomas pointed out.
Sam let out a frustrated sigh. Thomas went outside to put the dents in Sam's truck. Russell re-wrapped Sam's wrist before they went out to the car. Judy on their heels. Quinn decided to stay home. Although she was still worried for her brother, she wanted to spend some alone time with her girlfriend. After Thomas and Gina left, Quinn called the Latina.
When Santana got to the house Quinn met her outside. She noticed a very fat cat on the opposite side of the street. It appeared to be watching them. Santana doesn't see the cat. It's gone before she can spot it herself but when the Latina goes back home she too spots it on the opposite side of the road, appearing as if it were watching her.
No, it can't be. Cats don't spy on neighbors. Shaking off that ridiculous thought, Santana got into pajama's, then went down to the living room to watch reality television. With her parents working late she felt safer downstairs with the security alarm on. She was watching RuPaul's drag race show when someone unexpectedly knocked on the door.
Curious, but cautiously, Santana opened the front door and was surprised to see Brittany Pierce of all people.
"Salutations." Brittany greeted the brunette.
Confused why the tall blonde was standing on her porch, and the odd greeting, she furrowed her brows. "Hi?"
"Salutations means-"
"I know what it means." Santana cut Brittany off.
"Then why the confusion?"
"Brittany Pierce is on my porch." She pointed out as if that were explanation enough.
"I know, I'm her."
Santana huffed frustrated this conversation was going no where. "Is there a reason you're on my porch? How did you even know where I live?"
"My cat told me. Your parents aren't home, right?"
"Right." Santana drawled out.
"May I enter?"
"Y-yeah, sure. I guess."
Santana stepped aside to let Brittany inside. The teens went into the living room and sat on the couch. Brittany watched tv whilst Santana tried to watch the show. It was hard to pay attention when she couldn't stop wondering what in the world Brittany Pierce was doing on her couch, and how she knew where she lived. However, her thoughts were interrupted by something even more odd. Shadows.
She had seen something in her peripheral vision. Whatever it was, it was outside and circling the house. Santana looked over at Brittany wondering if she had seen it, too. She was still watching tv. She was about to ask her when two more shadows flew by both of the living room windows.
"Did you see that?" She finally asked.
"No." Brittany said too quickly. The tall blonde then got up from the couch and closed the curtains of both windows before turning back to Santana. "Do you have water?"
The question was so odd it temporarily distracted Santana from the shadows outside. "Sure." She said slowly, confused by the unusual question. "Do you want a glass of water?"
Brittany peeled back the curtain of a window, just a little, to peak outside. She looked back and forth then shook her head and brought her attention back to Santana. "No, thank you. I'll be leaving now." She rushed to the front door. "You were a wonderful hostess, thanks for your hospitality. Lets do this again."
Brittany was gone before Santana could react.
"So fucking weird."
Suddenly Santana remembered the shadows. She rushed to one of the windows and flew open the curtain. Nothing. Maybe she imagined them. After all, Brittany claimed she didn't see them. And beside that, it was impossible for shadows to fly around the house, wasn't it? Could have it been the witches again? If Brittany hadn't been here, would there have been another kidnap attempt? Santana's thoughts were running rampant. It was going to be a long night.
After Santana left Quinn got ready for bed, though, she couldn't sleep. Her family still hadn't returned from the hospital. To kill time, she read a book. By the time Russell, Judy, and Sam came home it was late. Quinn had fallen asleep with the book on her chest. She put it aside and met with her family in the foyer. Sam's wrist was wrapped in a ace bandage.
"I was right." Said Russell. "He needed stitches."
"They had to give him medicine for the pain, and a lot of it. The heat his wolf side was emulating burned off the meds. They thought it was odd and fascinating." Judy explained. "I'm going to help him to bed. He's still out of it."
Judy and Sam went up the stairs carefully.
"What are we going to do about Burt? He won't stop until he catches Sam."
Russell groaned, although, it sounded more like a growl. "I'll talk to him. I have to get winter tires put on the car anyway."
"M'kay." She mumbled. Quinn went upstairs behind Russell. Just when she reached her bedroom door a thought occurred to her. "Dad, wait." She stopped him at his own bedroom door. "During all the drama of Sam's wrist I forgot to tell you I had a vision at school. It was about Santana. She was in the woods surrounded by witches. I'm not sure what they were doing, or even saying. They might have been chanting in a different language, it was hard to hear."
"From what Thomas and Gina taught me and your mother today, it could have been anything. A spell, incantation, hard to say for sure." He went to open his bedroom door again when Quinn stopped him a second time.
"Did they teach you anything about…about sacrifices?"
Russell frowned. He didn't like to see Quinn worry so much. Especially if it wasn't necessary. "Don't worry about sacrifices. It'll only make you worry, and it's possible that's not what was happening in your vision. Now, get some sle-" He was going to say get some sleep when Quinn cut him off.
"One of the witches held an athamé over their head. Santana screamed."
Russell sucked in his lips. Now he was worried. "I'll ask Thomas about it. I'll call him after I talk to Burt."
"Thanks, daddy."
He flashed a smile that didn't quit reach his tired eyes. "Of course. Get some sleep, now. It's late."
Quinn nodded. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, sweetheart."
Both of them went into their respected bedrooms and climbed into bed.
Although they were expecting it, Quinn and Sam underestimated how quickly news spread in this town. Everyone, including the teachers, knew about Sam's car accident. As far as they knew he hit a pole and sprained his wrist on the steering wheel. Some of the football players, like Azimio and Dave Karofsky, teased Sam whilst some of the cheerleaders felt bad for him. A couple of them even offered to carry his books. Sam loved the attention. Quinn hated it. Santana was amused.
"You can't let it get to you, babe. it's just his way of getting some cause his awful impressions weren't getting him anything. it's both amusing and kind of pathetic, if you think about it."
Quinn walked with Santana to the Latina's locker. She had to get books for her afternoon classes. Quinn got hers already. They stopped at her locker first.
"I guess." Quinn sighed as she watched a couple of cheerleaders fuss over Sam at his locker across the hall. "it's just sooo annoying that he's getting all of this special attention just because he hurt his wrist. It's not like he's dying or anything."
Santana closed her locker shut. "I know what will keep your mind off that." She offered.
"What?" Quinn asked, unconvinced.
"Brittany Pierce came to my house last night."
It took Quinn a moment to register what her girlfriend just old her. "I'm sorry, what?"
Santana nodded. "It was super weird. I was watching RuPaul drag race downstairs when she knocked on the door." She went on to explain the odd things that happened while the tall blonde was at her house, including the shadows. "It could have been nothing, maybe I was just tired and seeing things that weren't there. Brittany never saw them, and besides, it's not possible, right? I mean shadows don't do that, right?" Santana was talking quietly now, not wanting someone to over hear their conversation. News spread too fast in this town. She didn't need anyone believing Burt wasn't the only one who had gone crazy.
Forgetting all about Sam, or even Brittany, Quinn had something else to worry about now.
"No, normal shadows don't do that but nothing about that sounds normal to me, San." Quinn said just as quietly. "It sounds witchy to me. I could do some research to be sure, though. My dad has some books on witches. Maybe there's something in one of them about shadows."
Quinn didn't bother mentioning the same books were useless to her the last time she did any research on witches. It was irrelevant. She wasn't looking for anything on shadows so she easily could have missed it the first time. If Santana had anything else to say, she didn't have the chance to say it. The late bell rang through the halls. They had to get to class.
The rest of the day was uneventful. Sam continued to get special treatment from some of the cheerleaders, and it still got on Quinn's nerves. As she collected her homework from her locker, she received a text from Santana saying to meet her at the bleachers next to the football field. Santana didn't say why she wanted Quinn to met her there but she went anyway.
However, as she reached the outside bleachers, Santana was nowhere to be found. Quinn even looked under the bleachers where the skanks' couch was thinking her girlfriend wanted to meet there so they could make out. No such luck, the Latina wasn't there either. Quinn took out of her pocket. She was beginning to think she read the text wrong. Nope. There it was in digital writing. Meet me at the football field bleachers with a kissy face emoji at the end. Maybe she got here before the brunette. Quinn returned to the football and paused. Was that a scream?
"Fuck off!"
It was. And not just any scream. Without a doubt Quinn knew who that shouting belonged to. Santana. The blonde didn't hesitate to drop her red cheerios book bag and ran the rest of the way to the football field. It appeared as if Santana had been here all along, though, on the other side of the field. Sitting on the bleachers was take out food. Santana must have wanted to surprise her.
Santana was running toward Quinn from the other side of the football field, a couple of witches, all in their cloaks with the hoods covering their eyes, running after the Latina.
"Quinn, run!"
Quinn knew Santana meant to run the opposite direction of the witches chasing after her, however, Quinn ran toward them instead, and instinctively transformed into her wolf side in front of Santana. She would worry about the consequences later, right now all she cared about was keeping Santana safe. Quinn charged after the closest witch. They had on a deep green cloak. She tossed them aside and they collided with the goal post.
Another witch came at her unexpectedly. This one was in a deep brown cloak. They jumped on to her back, a knife in hand. Just when she felt the blade make contact with skin, Quinn rolled on to her back. She attempted to crush the witch beneath her when the witch that collided with the goal post returned. Being belly up made Quinn vulnerable and the witch knew this. The witch held a knife above their head, almost similar to Quinn's vision.
"Quinn!" Santana shouted. "Look out!"
The witch thought they had Quinn, however, luck was not on their side. Out of nowhere a black and brown wolf appeared. It tackled the witch in the deep brown cloak to the ground and bit into their shoulder, causing the witch to scream in pain and drop the knife. Quinn rolled back on to her feet. The witch in green also got back on their feet with a noticeable limp. Their ankle must have been sprained or broken under the weight of Quinn's wolf form. Somehow their hood managed to stay on their head during their scuffle.
Quinn growled showing her sharp teeth to the witch as they slowly circled each other, both assessing whether or not they are able to continue this fight. The other wolf and witch are doing the same, though, the witch wasn't limping like their companion. Instead they clutched their injured and bleeding shoulder. Their hood also managed to stay on their head.
Somehow, even with their hoods on, the two witches looked to each other and nodded before disappearing into the woods adjacent from the football field.
"Are you okay?" The black and brown wolf asked Quinn.
"Puck, is that you?" He nodded. "I can't believe I've never seen your wolf before today. It definitely suits you."
"As much as I love flattery in all forms, what are you going to do about her?" He asked, referring to Santana.
The Latina had stood off to the sideline of the football during the scuffle. Quinn and Noah turned to her. So many emotions flashed across her face from confused, scared, and angry.
"What the fuck, Quinn?!"
A/N; Welp the wolf is out of the bag and Santana is pissed lol. Who was worried about Sam, and is anyone sus of Brittany? Is anyone concerned or just curious how the conversation between Russell and Burt will go? Leave a review, please.