Cat's Tail

Disclaimer: Glee isn't mine because if it was then Quinn and Santana would be in every episode with Rachel in New York. This is a short chapter well short by my standards anyway, think of it as a filler. There's a couple of things that I addressed that people have asked and an error I made in an earlier chapter but I don't think anyone noticed because I wasn't called on it. Randy is 11ish I know her speech is somewhat like a 5 year old I was trying to imply she had a speech impediment, I hope I got that across fairly well, and why she does. Also in my flashback chapter I put Santana old enough to be able to drive before their sophomore year which she wouldn't been able to since if I remember correctly (it's been forever since high school) then everyone should've been 15 still. Mama López tells everyone why. Okay kiddies on with the show.

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Chapter Seven: Waiting

Quinn stared at the stairs long after the Alex disappeared with the Pierce sisters. A sad morose Brittany trailed behind Alex, it was a sight she never thought she would see. The normally bubbly blonde looked… almost beaten down and if Brittany looked like that she can only imagine what she looks. She grimaces probably not pretty at all. It could be worse though, Carlos could've gotten a piece of all four of them if Santana and her parents weren't there to protect them. But for now she'll take that as a win, she's not ready to change maybe after high school when they can take some time off before going to college.

She was worried about how Randy was going to take being a were and how Brittany was going to handle the change in her baby sister. Randy is the baby of the family because that's what they've always been, family. She's always been treated as a delicate object that needed to be protected but now she's going to be a predator like the rest of the López family. She shutters unconsciously imagining the fragile blonde tearing apart helpless animals.

Charlie whined trying to get her mates attention, nudging her lightly calling for her attention. Quinn swallows before turning her watery hazel eyes looked into Charlie's neon green, "Is she going to be okay?"

The panther stared at her helpless before she shrugged her shoulders. Charlie whined again, hating the pain and uncertainty that filled her mate. She hated feeling so helpless more than that she hated that she allowed her mate's sister to be hurt. She hated that Quinn could possible lose the only family that seemed like they gave a damn about her but most of all she hated the fact that this might push her mate away. A low frustrated growl vibrates from the back of her throat.

Quinn sighs as she reaches up to scratch the back of her panther's ears. She should let her kitten in on the fact that she doesn't blame her or is even mad at her, "Stop it Charlie, I know that you're berating yourself even though I already told you that it wasn't your fault. I don't think that anyone could've predicted that Carlos would lose control like that especially over Frannie of all people. Hell, kitten it could've been a lot worse if you hadn't reacted as quickly as you did. We could've all been laying here struggling with the change or worse dead." Charlie yowls and whimpers pitifully not liking the thought of Quinn or any of the blondes dead. Quinn gently runs her fingers through Frannie's matted hair, "I'm not sure how I feel about Carlos right now. I think he needs to stay away until he gets training or whatever."

Charlie with feline grace and agility, that always takes her breath away even when she's human Santana, lies down with her head on Frannie's stomach lending the girl her warmth. She makes sure not to touch the healing wounds on Frannie's side as she closes her eyes waiting for her mate to continue, "If he's going to go to the same school as Randy next year, than he needs to learn not to try and kill everyone that touches her. I think he'll make you and Santana seem like an even-tempered housecat," Quinn teasing scratching Charlie's sleek sides.

Charlie huffs giving her version of Santana's death glare. Quinn smiles, truly smiles before winking at the oversized panther so these was what made it finally click in both of their head, Quinn didn't blame them. Their mate wasn't going to run away at the first hint of danger. A soft purr developed as she closes her eyes, unafraid and content for the first time in a long time. The overwhelming fear that their mate would be gone one day evaporated into the morning sun. Quinn closes her eyes relived that her message got through, so she leans on Charlie's muscled side and curls around her sister.

Charlie feels Santana on the edge of her mind asking to change back, but she asked for a for more minutes with their mate. Santana agrees fading back into the background until Charlie was ready to call her forth. Charlie starts to think about that cub, she has a thing or two to say that cub when the human girls are out of danger. A lesson needs to be taught and learned quick, if it was anyone other than family he would've been dead after he submitted. It was her right since it was her mate and her mate's sisters that were harmed but for now they have more important things to look after.

After a quiet ten minutes Charlie calls to Santana, finally allowing her human counterpart to take over, she knew Quinn needed her as well. She nudges Quinn gently conveying that as much as she hated it, her mate needed to get up. Besides the floor will soon begin to be uncomfortable for the blondes. Quinn blinks, the slightest hint of a pout graced her lips as she sits up. She watches in awe as Santana changes back into her human form, standing in front of Quinn in all her naked glory. The movies always made it look painful or ugly but in truth Quinn likes to think of it as waves shimmering and flowing until the new form took over. But right now that wasn't the problem, oh no the was Quinn trying not to stare at her girlfriends naked form like some hormonal teenage boy. Because even with the extra appendage she's was utterly devastatingly gorgeous and for a minute her brain went dead.

Santana smirks standing up slowly letting Quinn's eyes take in their fill but she Santana Fucking López and she can't help but to tease her mate a little, "Like what you see, Q?" She turns around in a full circle wanting Quinn to take in every part of her body.

Quinn's flash faces as she tries to advert her eyes but they're still drawn to her Santana. Her tongue feels thick and stuck to the top of her mouth, sure they've shared the same locker room before. And maybe the side stepped each other coming out of the shower. So she's gotten glimpses of the perfectly muscled tan body, but glimpses didn't reveal shit. She so much better looking without clothes, when they move into their own place after senior, she's going to make it a decree that Santana not be allowed to wear clothes in their home unless they have visitors.

Quinn swallows trying to push away the horny teenage boy that's taken up residence in her mind at some point in the minute and a half, "Shut it Satan." She frowns at the husky quality her voice seemed have at the moment. "Please get dressed before Brittany or someone else comes in," a small but rather impressive growl falls from the blonde's lips.

Santana laughs, deciding to give Quinn some respite and gets dressed but it was so fun to tease her. and she's not afraid to admit to loving the possessive side of Quinn it just shows the bond they have taking more control. In all honesty in was hot, "Calm down Q, no one but you gets tickets to see this body."

Quinn flushes, "Shut up and get Frannie woman. I'm thinking the floor at this point will be her more harm than good." She stands up and her bones pop and crack, "Me either for that matter."

Santana sighs and in a mocking tone, "Not even married yet and you're cracking the whip. So demanding," she swoops in for a quick kiss ending it with a loud pop, "but I like it."

She winks at her blonde as she scoops up the sleeping blonde in her arms and takes her upstairs to her room. She sets her down gently, before throwing the blanket over her, "It'll be a couple of hours before she wakes up, babe."

Quinn sighs as she brushes back the sweat matted hair, "What do we do until then?" The playfulness gone from her voice as the worry creeps back in.

Santana narrows her eyes hissing not liking the sadness that crept back those hazel eyes, "I think I'm going to go have a little talk with my cousin. He needs to understand that he's actions are going to have severe consequences. There's still the possibility that they could die. Frannie might reject the panther and Randy's body might be too young to handle the change."

Quinn swallows back a whimper at the thought of either girl dying, "I'm going with you San."

Santana shakes her head wincing she heard Quinn's muffled whimper, "No. I can't let you go Quinn, I don't want you to get hurt too. I won't be able to handle it. I might kill him if…"

Quinn scowls letting the temper flash in her expressive hazel orbs but wraps her arms around her mate, "I get it I really do, but that's my sister laying there and that's a kid I've come to think of as my baby sister. I deserve to give him a piece of my mind as much as you and Brittany."

Santana sighs, wrapping protective arms around the girl who's always been her whole world, "Please stay her and watch after your sister."

Quinn lifts her head thinking of a different tactic, cups the Latina's face and pulls her in for a soft kiss, "Please don't ask me to stay and just watch over my sister feeling helpless." She kisses her again on the corner of the mouth, "Please baby, I need to do something even if I just yell at him. I know I can't hurt him even if I wanted to I just need to be there on behalf of Sissy."

Santana closes her eyes knowing that it wasn't a good idea but she can't deny her mate anything. Especially when she uses those green eyes as a weapon so she nods very reluctantly, "Okay but you have to promise that you'll stand by me or Grams, in case his temper flares."

"Of course Sanny, I know you'll protect me," Quinn smiles. "Let me go check on Brittany and Randy first," she glares at her kitten a little. "And you better not even think about going anywhere without me, because if I have to I'll drive there myself."

Santana grins sheepishly okay so she may or may not have had that thought cross her mind, "Of course sweetie."

Quinn glares not buying that sickening sweet tone one little bit, "Uh huh that look doesn't work on me kitten. Have you forgotten that I can feel what you feel now? And I felt a twinge of guilt on your part."

Santana clears her throat, "I'm going to go find Mom and let her know we'll be gone for a while." She backs out of the room before Quinn could give her the eye brow lift of doom. Usually the sexy little quirk gave her some low down tingles but in this case, she'd be lucky if it didn't damage her on the spot.

Quinn grinned a little going into the other blondes' room. Her kitten may be a big tough panther but she knows who's the boss. She knocks on the door softly waiting to hear that faint 'come in'. She sticks her head in to find Brittany spooning her baby sister, "Hey B, how's our little sister doing?"

Brittany lifts her gut wrenchingly sad blue eyes, "She doesn't want to wake up, Quinnie. Why doesn't she wake up?"

Quinn lies behind her wrapping her arms around both girls, "I know you're scared but Mom and San said it'll take maybe 12 hours or so for the fever to go down and wake up."

Brittany sniffs and Quinn feels her shoulders shake, "You know the only reason she's here is because of me? I'm the reason she's like this."

"It's not your fault that Carlos went crazy baby B," Quinn whispers.

Brittany shakes her head, "No that's not what I meant I never told anyone not even Sanny, but when our Mom found out she was pregnant again she wanted to have an abortion right away. Because she didn't want another retard like me, she said. But I begged and begged and told her that I'll take care of her and she didn't have to anything." Unknown to the blondes two very pissed off Latinas were hearing everything on the other side of the door, "She didn't take care of herself right at all. I looked it up in a book but I didn't understand a lot of it and I was too embarrassed to ask Sanny about it. I made sure she ate and everything but she didn't even go to the doctor to get vitamins or anything."

Quinn curses Mrs. Pierce silently, "It's not your fault that your Mom's a bad mother. She knew she should've taken care of herself if not for her than the innocent baby growing inside of her. But she didn't so it's on her not the scared little kid that didn't know how to take care of a baby or a pregnant woman."

Brittany sighs, "You're still not getting it, Q. I threw away all the drugs she bought, because I didn't want her to end up like me. But when Mom went into labor I wasn't there to call the ambulance. I forget how long Randy was floating around after she popped the water bag and then the doctor said something about being deprived of oxygen." She turns around burying her face in Quinn's neck, "So if I was there when I should've been instead of dance class then Randy would be normal like you and San."

Quinn tightens her hold on the other girl, "You Brittany Susan Pierce are perfect, just like Randy's perfect. It doesn't matter if you don't understand school as fast as I do or San. You know other things, more important things. You see things in a beautiful way that I wish I can. Hell baby B you knew about my feeling for San before I even let myself think that it was possible. So I say fuck book smarts, you and Randy are fucking perfect and nothing is going to make me change my mind."

"Do you have any idea how much joy you give me B?" a voice in the door questions, softly.

They look up to identical pair of brown eyes staring at them, "I serious Britt, I wasn't expecting another daughter but I have 3 no make that 4 more because you walked up to Santana that first day of school and said that you were going to be best friends.

Santana sits on the bed next to Randy, stroking the shivering form's hair, "I was a mean angry cub at the time and everyone was scared of me. But you weren't and it was something that surprised me and my life has always been better with you in it."

Alex smirks, "So we all agree that Brittany and Randy Pierce are as perfect as people can hope to possibly be."

Santana smiles, "And don't forget who kept me sane when Quinn didn't talked to me for a week or dating other people, even though I wanted to be alone and hunt, you wouldn't allow it. I don't think I ever thanked you for that, so I'm sorry for that over sight. You're my best friend and I don't want to know what my life would be like without you."

Alex snickers, "We'd probably moved before Quinn came to town, because of all the fights little Miss Temperamental would've gotten into."

Santana scowls but doesn't say anything because it was true she was a very temperamental 5 year old so much so that she had to be pulled out of school for the rest of the year and then she reregistered for school after she trained some with her Grams. For some reason her parents didn't think that it was okay for their cub to try and flush other kids away. It wasn't her fault that she didn't like being called or made fun of names for Latina or tinier then the rest of the kids, those little twerps had it coming.

Santana jumps up growling, "And on that note I'm leaving before we go into the fact that I'm a year older than you two and I'm still in high school."

Quinn blinks, she forgot that Santana was supposed to have graduated last year, "You're going to have to give me more details later Mom when she's not around."

Alex smiles nodding, "Of course I even have pictures of the fierce little kitten's antics."

Before she had a chance to hear more of the adventures of cub Santana, she was scooped up by Santana and she ran out of the room in blazing speed all the way to her grandmother's house. Quinn feels dizzy with the wind wheezing by so she buries her head in Santana neck. She inhales deeply loving the scent that was all Santana. How she never notices the calming effects it has on her, she'll never know.

The Latina runs deeper in the woods effortlessly with the light bundle in her arms. When the house that her grandparents built appears over the lines she feels veins in her neck pop and Charlie starts roaring inside scratching and clawing to burst out. She still itching to show the insolent little cub a lesson or twenty on manners. When she's done he'll think twice about ever endangering her mate or another human again.

"Carlos," Santana's roar booms causing the birds to scatter and fly away in fright. She hears a frightened whimper coming from the back of the house. She comes to an abrupt stop and sets down Quinn gently before she runs to the source of the whimpers. Santana catches the cub before he could run off, slamming him hard into a nearby tree with all the force she could muster. She nearly breaks the thick trunk in half with the force of her brute strength. She bears her teeth hissing at the trembling boy, "What the hell were you thinking?"

Carols whimpers nearly pissing his pants. His Grams told him to expect a visit from a beyond pissed Santana, "Lo siento prima por favor…"

"Shut up," she snarls bringing her face close to his. He could see that her normally soft brown eyes were replaced by Charlie's fierce neon green. Right now she was as close to panther as she could get without being furry, "You could have killed all of them. Hell Frannie and Randy still might for all I know." He whimpers at the thought of his mate dying because of his actions. Santana slammed him harder against the tree, splintering it further, "No you don't get to be sad and upset right now, you have no right. Why are two girls fighting for their lives? Because you are a jealous idiot, who let their tempers and insecurities get the better of them. Therefore you are not allowed anywhere near them from now on until I say that you're ready."

Carlos struggles, trying to throw off Santana's death grip from him his neck, "But she's my mate, you can't do that."

Santana eyes flash dangerously pinning him on the spot, "You don't deserve her right. Not right now, so you have the rest of the summer to improve or you can forget about going to school with her next year."

Grams clears her throat, "I agree with the school thing but I'm going to have to overrule the other."

Santana growls not bothering to look up from the shaking cub. Maria steps forward, "Unless you want him to wither and die you can't keep him from his mate. You know as much as I do that it'll affect Randy as well and I know you don't want to harm that girl."

Santana looks over at Quinn waiting for her mate's input. Quinn takes a deep breath, "That's true but I don't want you near Frannie until she gives you the all clear. I would also stay as far away from Brittany as I could get if I were you, she'll more than likely castrate you if she sees you right now."

The males including Santana winch in sympathy as the cub quivers, cupping his pride and joy. Santana smirks baring her sharp canine, "So unless I tell you, stay away from my house."

Carlos lowers his eyes tilting his head showing his submission, "Okay Santana." He looks up moving his eyes to look at Quinn, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for any of that to happen…"

Quinn waves her hand stopping him, "At this point I really don't care Carlos. I love you like you're my flesh and blood but Frannie is my flesh and blood, and Randy is like the baby sister I always wanted. You hurt them and I can't forgive you, at least not yet. So for all of our sakes just stay away until this all blows over."

Carlos whimpers before nodding, he's knees buckle from under him when Santana lets go, "Come on Q. let's go before tía comes over and tries to kick my ass."

Quinn smiles at the weak joke throwing an arm around her kitten's neck as she carries her bridal style. Santana smiles down at her blonde, kissing her softly before running back to her house.

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The blonde paces around the room hours later, nervously glancing at the clock counting down the minutes until her sister was supposed to wake up. Her fever broke about an hour ago and Randy's did too but neither girl has woken up yet. She sighs, glaring at the clock slowly ticking away. Quinn was ready to scream until Santana takes her in her arms surprising her because the Latina was just in the other room checking on Randy and Brittany.

"Hey calm down baby, she'll wake up soon," Santana tries to reassure her mate, her mind occupied. At the moment there's something tugging on the back of her mind. Brittany seems off and she doesn't think it has anything to do with Randy and Frannie being hurt.

Quinn sniffles, "They should be awake by now that's what Mom said."

Santana sigh, trying to figure out a way to calm her down. She starts singing softly in her mate's ear, if Quinn wants her to shut up then she'll let her know:

"Girl you got me trippin' on sunshine

God knows you just made my day"

Quinn tries to pull away not in the mood to be serenaded at the moment, but Santana sways theirs bodies with the beat inside her head.

"Since you came around, I just can't slow down, no

I wanna see you walkin' my way, yeah

"Girl you got me thinkin' 'bout diamonds

And gettin' down on one knee, maybe two, yeah

People may stop and stare, but I don't even care, no"

Quinn sighs again, giving in as she closes her eyes letting Santana's sexy raspy voice sooth her nerves.

"Just as long as I'm with you

You got me running on sunshine

And ain't no clouds getting in my way, no

I must be running on sunshine

Ain't no rain getting in my way, no, yeah"

The Latina smirks when she feels her blonde's body relax in her embarrass. She spins Quinn around bringing her mate's arms to wrap around her neck singing louder. The blonde in the other room snaps her head up listening before she starts to sing softly to her sister.

"Girl you got me actin' real crazy

Chasin' tail like some old dog

Ooh, I got this rocket in my front left pocket

Ready to explode like a bomb"

Her smirk blossoms into a full fledge grin when Quinn giggles resting her head on Santana's powerful shoulders.

"Something tells me your name is Lucy"

Quinn snickers, "No you changed my name to Quinn ten minutes after we met."

Santana huffs playfully and Charlie purrs now that the tension left her mate's body even if it's only for a brief moment.

"'Cause everything keeps shaking around, yeah

We can cop a room, make these walls go boom

We can do this right here and now

Running on sunshine

"Ain't no clouds getting in my way

I must be running on sunshine

Ain't no rain getting in my way

Hey just get over yourself"

Santana twirls her around suddenly, causing a small squeal to escape from those luscious lips. She brings Quinn's hand to her lips her a small kiss before twirling her back in her arms.

"This ain't too good for your health

Hey just get over yourself

Hey just get over yourself

This ain't too good for your health

Hey just get over yourself"

She shakes her softly, waiting her mate to worry less and trust that Frannie will wake up. To trust that Santana will take care of her and everyone she loves.

"Girl you got me trippin' on sunshine

God knows you just made my day

Since you came around, I just can't slow down, no

I wanna see you walkin' my way, yeah

"Girl you got me thinkin' 'bout diamonds

And gettin' down on one knee, maybe two, yeah"

Quinn laughs (that honest to god joyous laugh that always sends chills up her spine) for the first time since Frannie and Randy got hurt today, when Santana dropped to her knees giving her best puppy eyed look.

"People may stop and stare, but I don't even care, no

Just as long as I'm with you

"You got me running on sunshine

And ain't no clouds getting in my way, no

I must be running on sunshine

And ain't no rain getting in my way"

Santana stands up again kissing Quinn's mouth, smiling softly.

"You got me running on sunshine

And ain't no rain getting in my way

I must be running on sunshine

Ain't no rain getting in my way, yeah, yeah, yeah

"No doubt( Quinn sings, 'You got me')"

The Latina grins, when Quinn blends her voice with hers.

"No doubt about it('Trippin' in the sunshine, yeah')

And there ain't no clouds in my sky

"No doubt('You got me')

No doubt about it('Trippin' in the sunshine, yeah')

And there ain't no clouds in my sky('Running, running, running')"

Brittany brushes the hair off Randy's eyes willing the smaller blonde to wake up. Randy hears her sister but something's keeping her way. A small whimper goes unnoticed from the youngest blonde as she tries to push against the wall in her mind. Frannie stirs slightly a faint voice penetrates her foggy mind, but she can't quite grasp it and it floats away. The sleeping blonde falls back into the fog.

"No doubt

No doubt about it

And there ain't no clouds in my sky('Ain't no clouds to make my day')

"No doubt

No doubt about it

And there ain't no clouds in my sky('Got me running, you got me running in the sun')

"No doubt

No doubt about it

And there ain't no clouds in my sky('Ain't no clouds on me that day')

"No doubt, no doubt about it

And there ain't no clouds in my sky"

The notes fade away, Quinn snuggles closer relishing the heat of her body. The blonde listens to the steady rhythm of her mate's heart and the light purr vibrating in her chest. If she closes her eyes she can almost imagine that this was all a very bad dream and any minute now she's going to wake up and her sisters' are going to be fine.

Santana smiles feeling the last of the tension fade away from Quinn's body, she bends down picking her up. Quinn grumbles quietly burrowing deeper into Santana's body, barely realizing that Santana is walking her toward the bed. The Latina lays her down gently, when she moved to stand up Quinn pulled her closer. Giving in without much of fight, Santana spoons Quinn letting the soft purr lure her into a deep sleep that she desperately needs. Santana kissing her head softly, "Go to sleep baby, I'll be here when you wake up. I'll watch after both of you."

Quinn mumbles a barely audible, "Love you." and promptly fell asleep clinches her sister's clammy hand and Santana's shirt.

Santana smiles, "I love you too. My mate. My future wife."

She strokes the hair away from the face she's loved since the minute she laid on eyes on it. Finally Quinn is hers and she's never letting go, she's never going to let her hurt. If she has to then she'll have Charlie bite Frannie and Randy again. Because maybe, just maybe a bite from a stronger panther like her or her parents will be better than a scared cub's bite. She frowns thinking that she'll have to ask her Mom about the later. Kissing Quinn's cheek one more time loosening the death grip she has on her shirt, Santana slips out of the bed checking on Frannie, the older blonde's fever is gone and the sweating and chills all but gone away. Santana thinks that maybe she'll wake up soon, from what she remembers about people being bitten after the shock of being told what they are now went away they were famished. So maybe she should ask her Mom to make them dinner, she'll help of course. By help she means that she'll be in the door way giving out instructions. Her ma be a mean bitch when it comes to her kitchen and doesn't allow anyone in her domain.

Santana might be destined or whatever you want to call it, to lead the family but she's not stupid enough to boss her Mom around especially when it comes to her kitchen. Pulling the blanket over the two sleeping blondes, Santana uses her stealth to walk out of the room without a sound. Speaking of blondes, she should check on her other blondes before going into the lion's den. Or rather panther's den.

In the other room Brittany leans against the headboard stroking her sister's blonde hair as Santana's voice fades away awhile ago. She barely looks up when Santana walked into the room.

"Hey Britt-Britt how's our girl doing," Santana asked in a quiet voice.

Brittany shrugs , "She hasn't moved in like an hour."

Santana walks to the bed kneeling in front of the littlest blonde, "Her fever broke like Frannie's did. Does she still have chills and cold sweats?"

Brittany frowns feeling the dull ache in the back of her skull become more pronounce, "No San, I told you she hasn't moved."

Santana looks up blinking in surprised, it's not like Brittany to snap at her. "Okay I'm sorry," Santana stands up backing away a little, wanting to give her some space. "I didn't mean anything, I was just trying to be thorough."

The hurting blonde sighs, "I'm sorry Sanny, I guess I'm just a grumpy ducky right now."

Santana smiles, leaning down to press a soft kiss on Randy's forehead before turning her attention on the older blonde, "Are you feeling okay? Carlos didn't scratch you too, did he?"

Brittany shakes her head, "No I'm just worried and maybe a little hungry."

Santana nods her head, still feeling that something's off with her best friend, "I was just going to go downstairs and see if Mom could start dinner. Did you want to come down with me? You know just to stretch your legs a little."

She shakes her head, "No I'm not leaving Randy until I'm sure she's fine."

The Latina frowns, "Okay but hopefully it'll be soon, the fever breaking and the chills going away is a good thing."

Brittany nods laying her head down close to the mess of unruly blonde hair. Santana looks at her again, biting her lip. She knows something's off but just she can't put her finger on what it was. Santana walks over kissing the blonde in her life, "I'll be right back with some food to help keep your strength up, alright Lady Blondie?"

She give the Latina a smile a smaller version of her normal, "All right Sir Sunshine."

"Damn straight Lady Blondie," Santana smirks satisfied she saw a smile not as big and bright as a real Brittany S. Pierce smile but at least she a got a 'Sir Sunshine' out of it, she hasn't heard that in a while. Giving the girl one last glance before she closes the door softly behind her.

Brittany thinks back to her first ever sleep over with Santana, it was an ugly loud scary mess. The tiny Latina cradled into her sleeping bag after a particularly loud crash and sang 'You Are My Sunshine' as she held the blonde. Since then she knew Santana would always come to her rescue like a knight in shining armor and after all these years she's always came through. School would be a whole different story for her if San didn't scare people away from bullying her like they did with Rachel. And so it wasn't the most imaginative of nicknames, but cut them some slack they like were 5 at the time.

Brittany sits up groaning at the dull ache that was making her dizzy and slightly nauseous. Her head is killing, maybe she should tell Mom in case there's something really wrong or call Santana back. She swing her legs over the edge of the bed and stands up on shaky legs. She takes two steps before she falls back down on the floor, passing out. The small soft thump is shrugged off by the rest of the house.

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Frannie jolts up on the bed but groans and falls back down on the plush pillows. There was a painful rhythmical drummer doing the Conga inside of her head and it was making her left eye twitch. Frannie doesn't even remember drinking last night, when the hell did she do that? The last thing she remembers is eating breakfast with the girls. Brittany and Randy came in and after that it's all blank. She opens one of her eyes cautiously but it was dark out still. Huh, that's weird.

Speaking of weird she had the weirdest dream last night. In it the whole López family including the little one, Carlos she thinks that's his name. Anyway they all turned into these huge fucking scary cats. They were really scary and Carlos kept trying to bite her, why she has no fucking clue. She groans again turning her head to the side and closes her eyes, Well fuck why don't I remember drinking last night? I never drink that much so why now? Hell, why don't I remember even taking the first sip?

She tries to sit up but there's a sharp pain on her side. She hisses, sucking in a pained gulp of air, "What the hell did I do last night?" Frannie yelps. "Ow shit, shit, shit. What the hell?"

She shifts her weight trying to relieve some of the pain before she notices a lump in the bed on her good side. A messy top of blonde lets her know that it's Quinn and that she didn't do anything really stupid last besides drink herself stupid and apparently hurt herself.

She sighs as she shakes the lump, "Lucy. Lu, wake up sweetie."

The lump pops up quickly at the gently prodding, "Sissy?" In groggy voice, "Oh my god! You're awake! How do you feel? Are you okay? Is there any pain?" Her hands start touching her sisters face as if she didn't believe that she was real.

Frannie tilts her face away batting her away weakly, "Yeah I'm fine, Lu except for this monster headache. What the hell happened last night? Because the last thing I remember was eating breakfast after that jack squat. What did we do? What did I do more specifically? My head is killing me my side…"

Quinn face flushes as she sat staring at the door hoping Santana would come in and rescue her, "What do you remember Sissy? About yesterday, nothing at all?"

Frannie shakes her head instantly regretting it, "Oh fuck, no just breakfast with you and Santana other than that nothing. My head and my side are fucking killing me," Frannie whines pitiful. Her face scrunches up, "Was that a cat? When did Santana get a cat?" She looks up to see a relieved Santana walking in with a tray of food.

Quinn takes a deep breath, "Sweetie I have to tell you something and you have to believe me okay?"

Frannie scoots back to rest on the head board, "You're starting to freak me out Lucy. Just tell me that I didn't make an ass out of myself and I'll be okay."

Santana sets the food down and climbs in with the Fabray sisters, "I know this is going to sound farfetched and ridiculous but it's true." Quinn links their fingers together, "Okay uh my family and I are different from you and Quinn."

Frannie frowns, "Different how? And what does this have to do with me drinking myself stupid last night?"

Quinn shakes her head, "You didn't drink and it's still Saturday," she glances at the clock. "Technically only for a few more hours but it's still the same day." Frannie tilts her head in a confused manner reminding Santana of Quinn's questioning look, "Do you remember Brittany and Randy coming into the house after breakfast?"

Frannie furrows her brow thinking hard, "Yes, I hugged them and then," an imagine pops in her mind, "then Carlos comes in after them."

Santana nods, "Yeah do you remember that he lost his temper?"

"He, he growled and lunged at me," Frannie whispers recalling her dream. "And then he changed into this huge monster."

Quinn shakes her head, "No not a monster Sissy, he changed into a panther because the López family are all were-panthers."

Frannie scoffs, "Okay yeah right I believe that, stop messing with me Lu it isn't funny. Did I say something stupid and you're trying to get even with me?"

"Carlos lost his temper because he's young and stupid and thought you were trying to steal his mate," Santana chose to ignore that comment. "He phased in front of you, so did I to protect you and the others."

Frannie starts panting as the imagines start to come to her faster and faster. She jumps out of bed ignoring the pain in her side, "What the hell? He, he scratched me and you…Manny…Alex you, you all turned into these big cats." She tries to pull Quinn away from the Latina, "Get away from her Quinn!"

Quinn stands up gathering her sister's trembling body in her arms, "Shhh she won't hurt me or you none of them will. Carlos, he just doesn't have the restraint that the others have because he's so young and Randy is his mate."

"Mate? What the fuck is that," Frannie mumbles looking over Quinn's shoulder making sure the Latina didn't move. She has this insane need to protect her sister, like it was more fierce and instinctual now.

"A were has something called a mate," Santana explains softly. "A soul mate when you meet that person then you know instantly. It's like all the pieces of your puzzle falls into place and you're whole. Randy is Carlos's mate but he hasn't had the proper training like I have."

Frannie swallows hard she's not stupid she's getting what Santana was trying to imply, "Training because you have a mate?" Santana nods, "Quinn?"

Quinn cups her face turning her attention back to her, "Yes I'm her mate, Sissy."

Frannie shakes her head, "That actually makes sense kinda, it's still confusing and everything. But why did I get attack? I love Randy and everything but that's just not something I care to even think about."

"A newly mated were especially a young one is quick to lose control," Santana explains. "He saw you as a threat and wanted to protect her at all cost. We didn't find out that they were mated until earlier in the week."

Frannie frowns, backing away from Quinn ignoring the pain on her side, "Okay say that I believe that you're not crazy and Carlos lost control that doesn't even begin to make any sense to me. You've been around Quinn for years and nothing like that ever happened, right? You've never hurt Quinn."

Santana clears her throat, "No I've never hurt Quinn and I have better control than Carlos at that age."

"You stressed Quinn's name," Frannie states, "so who have you hurt?"

"Puck and Finn, Sam and Rachel is coming close," Santana tells her in a matter of fact tone.

"Finn and Sam I can understand but this girl Rachel and Puck I don't."

Santana smirks "You'll have to ask Quinn to explain that to you because I'm not risking Quinn getting mad at me."

Frannie turns to Quinn expectantly, "Well?"

Quinn flushes, "I'll tell you about that later because there's something else you should know." Quinn takes a deep breath bracing herself for an explosion, "You're going to be one too."

"One what?"

Quinn cocks her head looking at Santana. The Latina sighs, "A were like the rest of us because Carlos scratched you in his panther form, you're going to be like us."

Quinn catches Frannie as her knees buckled and led her back to the bed. Frannie starts hyperventilating, "No fucking way."

She looks at the other girls hoping that this was some kind of joke, but Santana's sad brown eyes and Quinn's hazel ones were telling her that they were serious, "Oh my fucking god you're serious?" The girls nod, "This is so fucked up."

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Outside a boy stared at the house in the distance, wondering what was going on in the inside. All the commotion that day had him curious as to what the monsters were doing in there. Ever since the boy discovered his great grandfather's journals he made it his mission to get rid of the López clan. He just needs one small thing and then he can rid the world of these dangerous monsters. He falls back into the shadows, tomorrow he will set is plan into motion.

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A/N: Oh snap! A hunter I wonder who it is? Well I know but you'll have to wait and see *insert evil smirk*. I forgot to thank everyone for the wonderful reviews and opinions on who Brittany should be paired with. No matter who I choose I want everyone to know that took everything you'll have to say into consideration. Whether it ends up Frannie, no worries Rachel will be coming back soon. No one wants her stuck with Frankenstein. Also thank you for the all the get well soon, I'm feeling 100% better and who's proud of me? I haven't had a cigarette for 3 months now. Also would like to apologize for any mistakes since i only read through this once and it's my birthday weekend so i dont plan on doing much of anything until Monday. If you see any mistakes let me know and I'll correct them as soon as i can. I'll try to update my other three stories before Saturday but those chapters are really rough, so not until Wednesday or Thursday.

A/N2: The song used is called 'Runnin On Sunshine' by Jesus Jackson. I blame 'Grey's Anatomy for that one.