Must Be a Wolf Thing: Chapter 4
Title: Must Be a Wolf Thing
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: 4 of 10
Pairing: Santana/Rachel, Brittany/Quinn
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters
Quinn didn’t want Brittany going to practice today, but the other blonde reassured her that she would take it easy, or take it as easy as coach would let her. That didn’t comfort Quinn what’s so ever. They both know coach won’t let anyone even so much as think of slaking off, let alone actually doing it.
“Please can you just take this practice off?” The slightly taller blonde just shook her head.
“I’m gonna have to quit when I get big, I wanna stay fit for as long as I can.” Quinn didn’t have time to argue with her any further when Santana walked into the locker room.
“Hey San guess what?” Brittany literally bounced over to the Latina.
“What?”
“I’m gonna have a baby with Quinn.” Quinn was expecting clenched fists, heated glares, and threats of a beating, but instead all she got was a semi forced smile and a congratulations.
“It’s gonna be great! Are you and Rachel having a baby too?” The hand twisting her lock stopped mid turn.
“Yeah we are.” Santana said in a quiet voice before opening up her locker and grabbing some things out of it. Quinn could tell that something was off with her friend, but she’d question her later when they’re patrolling, now wasn’t the best time. Not with Brittany bouncing from her to Santana, then back to her, then back to Santana.
/ / /
She waited till they were both phased and ran a full patrol around the perimeter and began their slow trot around to ask her what was up.
“So what happened with you and Rachel?” The black and white wolf kept its head down, and walked faster so it was in front of Quinn, instead of next to her.
“Hey.” The white and grey wolf trotted till she was next to Santana again before gently nudging her head against her shoulder.
“What happened?” She shook her dark head at her and kept walking.
“San, you can talk to me.” She didn’t get a response, so she just stayed next to her until she felt like taking.
It wasn’t until their third time around did Santana finally start talking.
“She’s thinking about aborting it.” Quinn’s never heard Santana’s voice sound so….broken. And maybe part of it is the wolf talking, but Quinn’s known Santana for her whole life, and by now she knows who’s talking.
“Did you tell her you didn’t want her to?” The wolf’s dark head snapped over in her direction.
“Of course I did.” The unmistakable voice of Santana was back with an even harder tone in her voice.
“Ok just asking. No need to bite my head off.” Santana scoffed before trotting a little faster.
“Look Santana I might not know Rachel very well, but I can tell that she’s not going to get rid of it.”
“How can you possibly tell?” Quinn bumped into the side of her, causing her to almost trip over her own feet, but she stayed balanced.
“Don’t get all pissed at me when I’m just trying to help you.” The darker wolf mumbled some sort of sorry, and Quinn knew that was the best she was gonna get from her.
“Anyways, Rachel was adopted, everyone knows that. I just have this feeling that she would put it up for adoption before aborting it.” With a huff Santana firmly plants her butt on the ground.
“Well that doesn’t make me feel any better. God I feel like such a wuse for wanting to be there for her all the time.” Santana says with the shake of her head.
“Well you shouldn’t cause I feel it to. Must be a wolf thing.”
“Again, doesn’t make me feel any better. You’re already a wuse.” Quinn glared at her and smacked her paw against the back of her head.
“God you’re such a bitch.”
“Hate to break it to ya but you are to.” This earned her another smack over the head.
“Have you ever thought of I don’t know…talking to Rachel about this?”
“Are you crazy? I already made the mistake of telling her about her being my mate, you really want me to scare her off by saying that I having this undying need to be with her at all times? It’s fucking Berry we’re talking about. I’m Santana fucking Lopez, I’m not suppose to fall for Rachel fucking Berry.” Quinn had to roll her eyes at her friend, but she understood her.
“Look you need to get over the fact that you’re Santana fucking Lopez and that she’s Rachel fucking Berry and just see her as Rachel and yourself as Santana. Everything will be less complicated once you do.”
/ / /
When school started for Rachel the next day, she really didn’t expect anything special to happen. Actually she expected everything to remain the same. When she saw Santana waiting by her locker, she knew her day would be far more different than any of her others.
“Hello Santana. Not that I don’t enjoy your company, but what are you doing at my locker?”
“I wanted to tell you that if you do decide to go through with it that I’m here for you. I’ll support whatever it is you chose. If you decide to abort, then I’ll go with you to the clinic. If you decide to go through with it I’ll get a job and help pay for all the medical bills, and I’ll try and go to all your doctor’s appointments. As long as you want me that is.” God I’m starting to sound like her now. Rachel’s blank face was starting to add to the already high tension she’s built up within her.
“Ok well this was a bad idea. I’ll be going now.” Before the Latina could brush past the small diva, her wrist was caught in a soft hand, and she found herself being turned back to face her.
“I’m just really…shocked that’s all. I didn’t really expect you to….care.” Santana’s eyebrows knitted together, and for once Rachel could clearly see the confusion staring back at her in matching brown eyes.
“Wouldn’t care-Rachel I told you I have a sort of need to protect you. I wouldn’t protect something I don’t care about, and right now all I really care about are you and the baby.” Santana’s eyes flickered down to Rachel’s flat argyle covered stomach before meeting big brown eyes filled with tears. She silently scolded herself for making her mate cry once again.
“Please don’t cry Rachel. I didn’t mean to make you upset.” This seemed to bring more tears to the Jewish girl.
“You called me Rachel.” Santana couldn’t help but roll her eyes at this.
“I’m sorry does it make you feel better if I call you Berry all the time.” The wolf caught sight of a smile on the girl’s face before she shook her head and looked down.
“You’re just full of surprises.” Santana smiled a crocked smile that could only be described as adorable.
“You’re damn right I am.” Rachel held a brighter smile before pulling the right notebooks out and closing her locker. As an even bigger surprise Santana grabbed the books from her hands and held them under her one arm while the other grabbed Rachel’s tiny hand.
“Way to go Lopez.” Quinn said with a smirk when she walked past them, her hand intertwined with Brittany’s.
“See ya later San, see ya later Rachel.” Brittany said with a bright smile, making Rachel smile even brighter. Today was going to be different, but a good different. Well that is until she spots a hockey player holding a slushy in one hand and heading straight towards them. Rachel was sure it was going to be thrown at Santana, but to her amazement the hockey player just side stepped them and walked away. She was going to question the girl next to her, when she saw the death glare she was delivering to the jock, and for once she was glad she wasn’t on the receiving end of it.
/ / /
Santana was there outside her classroom, for every single one of her classes, and when lunch rolled around Santana was there to pull her over to the table where Quinn and Brittany were already sitting at.
“Hi Rachel! You wanna know something really cool?” Rachel looked over at Santana who just nodded.
“What is it?”
“I’m gonna have a baby with Quinn! Isn’t that great?” Rachel’s eyes widened at hearing what was “cool” to Brittany, but they immediately softened when she looked towards Santana for some sort of answer
“Quinn’s like me.” Was whispered in her ear, and suddenly what Brittany was saying was “cool.”
“That’s great Brittany.”
“Yeah, maybe we can do like a double baby things since Santana and you are having a baby too.” Rachel was slightly worried about Brittany already knowing about her, but a hand grabbing for hers calms her.
“Sure Britt, sounds great.”