My, What Big Teeth You Have

Part V

The day Santana Lopez met Quinn Fabray was one of the best days of her life. It was still so fresh in her mind, like it had happened yesterday and not years ago. The summer before she were to enter the fifth grade Santana spent three days of the week with her grandmother. Maribel and Jorge were working in the emergency wing of the hospital at the time, therefore they worked the night shift a few days a week.

One afternoon Santana and her grandmother, Alma Lopez, were on their way to get ice cream. Santana was riding her new bike and Alma walked behind her, and every once in a while she had to remind her granddaughter to not go too far ahead of her, scolding the young Latina in Spanish. And every time Santana would roll her eyes in response.

The pair were closer to the ice cream shop now, it was just a few more streets until they reached town. All they had to do was walk down Maple, Oak, and Main street. Turning on to Maple street, they were met with a U-haul truck on the side of the road, the side they happen to be walking on.

Alma and Santana went around the large truck. Santana looked behind her to see the back of the truck was opened, a man and little girl around her age with blonde hair were in the back of the truck.

The girl was pouting. She was sad about something, though, Santana couldn't hear what they were saying. Alma hadn't realized it, but Santana stopped whilst her grandmother kept walking, unaware Santana wasn't following her. She wanted to know why the girl was sad.

Santana watched as the father and daughter argued. Then the young girl walked down the ramp of the truck whilst wiping her eyes. It was then that she realized someone had been watching them.

"It's not polite to eavesdrop." The young blonde said.

"I..I wasn't..I couldn't-" Santana wasn't able to reassure the other girl she hadn't heard the conversation between her and her father. Alma finally discovered Santana wasn't following her like she thought.

"What are you doing? I told you, you could only ride your new bike if you stayed close to me." She scolded in Spanish.

"But she's sad and you said ice cream always made everything better."

Santana was sad, too. That's why they were getting ice cream. She was sad because she always missed her parents when they worked night shift at the hospital. Alma suggested they get ice cream because according to her it made everything better. It was impossible to be sad whilst eating ice cream on a beautiful, warm day.

"Her father can get her ice cream. Lets go, now." She said sternly, leaving no room for argument.

Alma grabbed a handle of Santana's bike to force the young brunette to keep moving forward when a male voice stopped her from taking more than two steps.

"Can I help you?" The little blonde's father asked as he appeared behind his daughter, hands on her shoulders.

Alma didn't get the chance to answer him.

"Can she come with us to get ice cream? She's sad, and mi abuela said that ice cream makes everything better."

The man smiled at Santana's innocence. "Is that so?"

Santana nodded. "Si."

"Maybe we should properly introduce ourselves and then we can talk about getting ice cream." He kindly suggested. "I'm Russell Fabray. This is my daughter Quinn."

"I'm Alma Lopez and this is my granddaughter Santana."

With the introductions out of the way Russell agreed to let Quinn get ice cream with Alma and Santana under one condition, he had to tag along. Both Alma and Santana agreed with the arrangement, happy her new friend was getting ice cream with them. The girls hit it off right away. Just a few silly jokes from Santana, and one ice cream cone, was all it took for Quinn's frown to turn upside down.

From then on they wanted to spend as much time as possible together. Santana spent a lot of summer nights at the Fabray home. Santana would sleep in Quinn's bed with the blonde, and Quinn would always cuddle with the young Latina; her nose nestled into Santana's neck. Quinn would say, "You smell like pinecones and awesomeness." It made Santana blush every time without fail. She always felt special and important whenever she was with Quinn.

The first time Santana met Quinn's older brother Sam was the first night she spent the night at the Fabray home. She was both excited and nervous. Maribel dropped her off. Quinn gave Santana a tour of their home that included Sam's bedroom. He was playing video games when Quinn bursted through the door uninvited.

"What did I tell you about coming into my room without knocking, turd?" Sam said to Quinn.

Quinn mocked him and told Santana to avoid Sam's bedroom because it was always messy and always smelled bad. Sam took offense to that and argued with Quinn some more. Santana defended Quinn and pointed to the mess on the floor, and the musty smell in the air. Sam shoved both girls toward the door and told them to stay out.

When school started, the girls were thrilled to find out they had the same teacher. The first day of school was scary for Quinn being the new girl, however, with Santana by her side made her feel better. As the girls got older, they became known as Santana and Quinn. You couldn't find one without the other.

Then came puberty. Though it wasn't the girls' bodies that began changing. It was Sam. He went on frequent trips with Russell but the Fabray family never told Santana what they did on those trips but she didn't care. To Santana, Sam and his awful celebrity impressions, were annoying. Seeing less of Sam was a blessing to the Latina. But then puberty came to the girls eventually, and Quinn went on trips as well with her mother, however, they weren't as frequent.

Despite that, Santana still didn't like the trips, and neither did Quinn. They didn't like to be apart from each other long. Whenever Quinn did come back from a trip she went to the Lopez home before going to her own house. She would run into Santana's room and held her tight, face nestled into the Latina's neck to inhale the smell of pinecones and awesomeness.

Next came high school. Like all high schools, William McKinley had its cliché clicks from the popular jocks and cheerleaders, to the nerds, overachievers, floaters, loners, mean girls, stoners, band geeks, gamers, punks, emos, theater nerds, and finally, glee club. They were the lowest of the low. It was common knowledge that the glee club was social suicide.

High school came with new changes. Teenage boys. Being popular cheerleaders came with pressures of having boyfriends and fooling around with them. Quinn didn't care for that part at all. Though in the end she gave into the social pressure. A football player Finn Hudson had a crush on her. They kissed on their first date. Quinn told Santana.

The next day Santana was caught making out with another football player Matthew Rutherford under the bleachers. Quinn found out from one of the girls on the cheer squad. It hurt more than she cared to admit, though, she didn't know why she felt that way.

One Friday night at a house party Noah Puckerman hosted at his house when his parents were out of town, they were oddly out of town often, the girls got drunk. Unbeknownst to either of them they drank in attempt to ease the jealousy of each others boyfriends. One moment they were dancing with their respected partners and the next they were making out with each other in the bathroom.

It was just the alcohol, they reasoned. They just won't get that drunk again. They did. It became a frequent routine at Noah's parties. They danced with their boyfriends, they got drunk, then they would find an empty room to make out in, which eventually lead to sex. Neither of them admitted to have lost their virginity to their best girl friend.

Over time they didn't need alcohol to make out or even have sex. It just happened, though, it was a blur when and how it did. It wasn't serious, they reasoned. They were best friends with benefits, that's all. Then they weren't. They were officially girlfriends.

Santana thought she knew everything there was to know about Quinn Fabray. Her favorite food was bacon, her favorite color; purple, her favorite movie; The Breakfast Club. How her eye brows pinched together when she was concentrating on homework. How she would bite her nails whenever she was nervous. What a neat freak she was.

While all of that might be true, there was one thing; one crucial thing, she did not know about her girlfriend Quinn Fabray, or the whole family, they were werewolves. Like something straight from a Stephanie Meyers novel. Though it shouldn't be a huge surprise given the recent events that had taken place.

Apparently witches were also real; an entire mystery coven wanted Santana, badly. She didn't know why, though, she wasn't even sure she wanted to know, she just wanted them to leave her alone. And now the Fabray family, a family she had known for years, are werewolves.

"What the fuck, Quinn?!"

Santana didn't gice her girlfriend a chance to explain. The Latina began pacing and ranting in Spanish. Quinn and Noah just stood by and watched for a moment or so.

Quinn tried to get Santana's attention to end the brunette's rant, but she wasn't heard over Santana no matter how loud she yelled. Trying a different tactic, Quinn stood in front of Santana, preventing her pacing anymore, and slapped her across the face. Santana reflexively slapped Quinn back.

Noah looked at the pair with amusement and confusion. "Do all lesbians slap each other in the face?" He grinned.

"So you're a werewolf." Santana finally talked in English again. Quinn nodded. "You're a badass werewolf that can kick some ass." Santana said with a flirtatious smile, making Quinn blush.

"Hey, I kicked ass, too. She would be dead if it weren't for me." Noah said offended he didn't get any credit.

Quinn began to look nervous as she scanned the football field, checking if the two witches were still unconscious. "Let's talk about this at my place. It's safer there."

At the Fabray house, the three teenagers gathered in the living room. Santana and Quinn on the love seat, and Noah on the couch. They were quiet, lost in their own heads. Quinn trying to decide the best way to explain everything to her girlfriend, Santana still trying to wrap her head around the news about Quinn, and Noah thinking about Quinn and Santana slapping each other.

"Do you remember when we were kids, and Sam began to go through puberty?" Quinn finally said.

Santana nodded, although clearly confused by the look on her face. "A weird way to start this conversation but go on."

"He used to go on trips with our dad." She reminded the brunette. Santana nodded again, silently letting Quinn know that she remembered the trips. "Then I went on trips with my mother when I was a pre-teen and going through puberty. It's a tradition in our family. We do that because that is when we go through the change for the first time, and it can be difficult to control. My brother still has a hard time with it, I'm not sure why." She added.

Santana was silent for a moment. Suddenly a childhood memory came to mind, one long forgotten until now.

/

It was a hard day at school for Santana. Her best friend was still on a mother-daughter trip to who knows where, and doing who knows what, so she was already sad as she missed the blonde. To make matters worse, a mean girl in her gym class, Bree, embarrassed her. The girls were in the locker room getting dressed in their gym uniforms. At their age, their bodies were still changing, though, some girls developed earlier than others, including Bree.

"Me and my mom went bra shopping at the mall yesterday after school. I graduated from training bras." She bragged to her friends, and really anyone close by. "Now I'm a 'B' cup." She said with a proud smile as she showed off her new bra.

Bree's friends, and other girls close by, looked at her in awe and some jealousy, Santana wanted to punch the girl in the nose. The only thing stopping her were the inevitable consequences she would have to face. Just when the brunette was putting on her own training bra, Bree appeared behind her, snapped the back of it and said, "Nice training bra, Lopez. My little sister has one just like it."

Santana clenched her jaw. She was embarrassed and sad, but mostly angry. So much so she had to hold back tears, not wanting to give the wrong impression. Bree walked back to her friends. Unable to not trust herself from not say something that could get her in trouble, Santana mumbled something in Spanish, though, Bree still heard her and turned around.

"What was that? Did you just cast a spell on me?" Bree teased with a satisfied smile as the other girls laughed.

Santana saw red, and what occurred next was a blur. Later, when she would have to face her parents in the principal's office, the brunette insisted she doesn't remembering punching Bree.

Now she was home, grounded to her bedroom, and the only person that could make her feel better was gone somewhere with her mother. Santana's bottom lip quivered as she laid on her bed, face buried into her pillow, as she cried. She wasn't sure how much time had passed but eventually she cried herself to sleep. Suddenly she felt a dip on the right side of her bed. Thinking it was her mother, she ignored it, until she heard someone say, "Sanny."

Santana turned her head and smiled brightly at Quinn. She sat up to embrace the blonde tightly. Quinn buried her face in the crook of Quinn's neck and inhaled deeply. "Pinecones and awesomeness." The blonde mumbled. "I missed you."

Santana blushed. "I missed you, too."

They stayed that way for a moment or so then Quinn pulled away and began rolling around Santana's bed, then she walked around the bedroom and rubbed some of Santana's things on her body, making the brunette laugh.

"What are you doing? You're acting funny, Quinnie."

Quinn blushed, though, she never explained why she did that. Instead she changed the subject, asking Santana why she was so sad.

/

"You always came to my house, after the trips." Santana finally said. "I remember the one time when you came I was asleep because I cried myself to sleep. I was grounded from punching Bree Davis in the face." Noah looked impressed, though, stayed quiet. "After we hugged, you rolled around on my bed, and then you picked up random stuff in my room, and rubbed it on yourself. That wasn't the first time you did that, but it was the first time I asked why. You never told me though, you changed the subject, and I forgot about it until now." She reminded the blonde. "Why did you do it?"

Noah laughed with amusement. Quinn glared at him, and he stopped. She then shyly turned to Santana.

"I..um I preferred that your room smelled like me, and whenever I came back from the trips with my mom, it didn't, so I would rub everything on myself." She explained as her face turned a light pink.

"It's a wolf thing." Noah added, an amused grin back on his face.

"I don't understand."

"I can explain." A new voice said.

The three teenagers turned toward the entryway to the living room. Judy stood there with the laundry basket full of freshly washed and folded clean clothes. They hadn't realized she was home and doing chores. Judy walked into the room, set the laundry basket down, and sat on the couch next to Noah.

"Contrary to the saying 'lone wolf', us werewolves can't survive alone. We crave a pack and a tether, or a mate. Sometimes a tether is just a friend, and sometimes a tether is a mate." She begins to explain.

"I don't think I follow." Santana admits.

"Along with a pack, werewolves absolutely need a tether. A tether is a person to remind us we are also human. We require that tether to keep our wolf side from becoming feral." Judy continued. "Santana, you are Quinn's tether. You have been since the day you two met. That's why whenever we came back from our trips, she had to see you, and she wanted your room to smell like her. It's also why we didn't have to go on as many trips as Russell and Sam. Quinn has been able to control her wolf a lot better because she had a tether in you."

Santana smiled shyly at Quinn and held the blonde's hand.

Quinn gasped. "That's why Sam attacked Finn and Burt. He wasn't just having fun, he lost control of his wolf because he doesn't have a tether."

Judy nodded, confirming Quinn was right. "Your father and I worry about him all the time. It's why he's so strict with him."

"Where is dad and Sam?" Quinn asked.

"Your brother is running around the woods, which always worries me now, especially since you're not with him." She added. "And your father is at the Hummel's talking with Burt to see if he could convince him to stop hunting Sam. Hopefully it goes in our favor."

After work, Russell went straight to the Hummel's house. He wasn't even sure if anyone would be there but this was important, for not only his family but other werewolf families like the Puckerman's, as well. It was one thing for someone to claim to have seen an unusually large wolf, it's another to make such a crazy claim with proof. To make matters worse, he did not know if Burt planned on capturing Sam alive or dead. He hoped for the latter, though, expected the worst. After all, Sam was the reason Finn had to be put in a medically induced coma.

The Hummel house sat at the end of a cul-de-sac in a low to middle class neighborhood. A yellow house with cobblestone siding on the front. It had a garage attached to the side. The door was currently open. Burt was inside working on what appeared to be another animal trap.

This one was a cage, and a big one at that. Russell wasn't sure if Burt had struck gold at the hardware store or if he had the skills to make his own cage trap. Either way, it gave him hope that Burt didn't want his son dead, this trap was to capture an animal alive. Russell parked his car at the end of the driveway. The slam of his door caught the attention of Burt.

"Russell." Burt greeted. "Long time no see. How's the family?" He asked as he was crouched in front of the animal trap that sat in the middle of the garage.

For a moment Russell wondered where Carol could be then figured she was probably at the hospital. He leaned against Burt's work bench, arms crossed over his chest. "Good, good. I was in the neighborhood," he fibbed, "and I decided to stop by, check how Finn was doing."

Burt let out a sigh. Russell could tell he was tired, sad, and angry with just one look, and sigh. "He's in stable condition but still in a medically induced coma." He said medically induced coma with so much hurt and rage.

"I'm sorry to hear that but he's exactly where he needs to be. I know he'll heal from this. He's a tough kid, always has been." Burt nodded in response as he continued tinkering with the cage trap. Russell waited a beat before asking, "What's this for? It's kinda big for a raccoon, don't you think?" He joked with a chuckle.

Burt didn't care for the joke. He stopped working, glared up at Russell, then stood up; tool still in hand. "Don't play dumb, Russell. All this town does is gossip. I know you heard the rumors about me."

Russell slowly nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry." He apologized. "So, you really think this cage is going to catch this…wolf?"

"I hope so." Burt went back to tinkering with the trap. "I don't care if you don't believe me. I know what I saw, and this is how I'm going to prove it."

"If all goes well."

Burt did a double take, obviously surprised Russell wasn't arguing over the existence of the abnormally large wolf. "Yes, and it should. This trap is full proof, I just have to work out the kinks, and I know where that wolf likes to hunt. Patience is key."

Russell didn't say anything right away. He watched Burt tinker with the animal trap for a moment before he did. "I don't like it. You're risking your life trying to catch this thing, Burt. How are you going to see Finn open his eyes if you're in a hospital bed, too?" He pointed out.

"I'll be careful."

"You could be super precautious but wild animals are unpredictable. What if this cage isn't strong enough to hold it? You already saw what it can do."

Secretly it hurt Russell to talk about his son this way, as if he were a monster, but if that's what it took to get Burt to stop hunting for Sam then he was willing to do it.

"I've been hunting all my life. I know what I'm doing." Burt insisted.

"You hunted deer, and some birds all of your life. You've never hunted a giant wolf." Russell could tell Burt may be having second thoughts about hunting Sam. "Does your wife know you're hunting this thing? What does she think about it?"

"I haven't told her." He confessed.

"Well, that's your business but I think you're making a mistake by trying to take this wild animal on. One little mistake could have serious consequences. Think about Kurt. He already lost a mom, don't let him lose a father, too."

Russell didn't plan on mentioning Burt's first wife, whom died of cancer when Kurt was a little boy, but desperate times. If Burt had something to say, he didn't get the chance. His cellphone sat on the work bench next to Russell started to ring, interrupting their conversation. Burt excused himself to answer the call. Russell stood by and patiently waited for it to end so they could continue. Just a few more minutes and he could convince Burt to end this hunt for his son.

"I'll be there as soon as I can." Was what Burt said before he ended the call. "I gotta go." He said in a rush then had Russell follow him out of the garage so he could close the door.

"What's going on?" Russell asked.

"Finn woke up."

A/N: First I want to thank everyone who left a review for the last chapter. I'm so happy you guys enjoy this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Now, on to this chapter. How cute was the Quinntana flashbacks? And Finn is finally awake! What will he remember from the attack though?