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For Quinn's name, her full name is Lucy Quinn Fabray, but not the Lucy we met in BTW.

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Glee: Howling with the Jukebox

Episode Eight: Heads Will Roll

She knew what she saw that Tuesday night. Their eyes haunted her dreams, followed her throughout her day. She couldn't focus on anything, and nothing calmed her. Becky seemed to catch on and let Sue have her peace. The Cheerios Coach locked herself in her room most of the school day, her nose buried in her mother's worn journal.

Stories of a golden wolf with the brightest of green eyes. Surely this wolf must have past on by now, or stepped down from the head of the pack. But why would that she-wolf be in Lima? Running with two other wolves? How many wolves are in Lima? How many are left in America, the world?

Questions she'll never find the answer too.

The thoughts and images of wolves plagued the woman; no student was safe, Figgins made sure he stayed in his own office, and Shuester kept to his classrooms. However, Sue made sure to hold her tongue and never lash out at Becky, her most loyal of students. Sue knew as of late she had no self-control. Whatever her mother was involved with had dragged Sue in, kicking and screaming. She never wanted to go on her mother's hunts for "Nazi's". Sue huffed as she clentched her fist, resisting the urge to toss something through the window.

She calmed herself and flipped more throguh the old journal. The "specimens" caught the last night her mother ever saw the golden she-wolf, died before any data could be collected. Sue snarled at the book, they were living creautres, half-humans who had families. It truly sickened her how her mother thought sometimes. However, somewhere deep within her, Sue knew she could think in the same detatched way. When it came to the Cheerios, Sue knew at this point, she channeled her mother's tradtions and ways that she learned from years of hunting these beasts.

Sue closed the leather journal with a angry flair. She grabbed her Cheerio play book and stormed to the gym. Saturday morning Cheerio practice would start soon and Sue thought letting out some of her frustrations on her girls would do her some good.

Brittany was on her behind, gulping in air into her stained lungs, her thigh burned with pain. Santana was sprawled out, her chest heaving, sweat and her Cheerios uniform clung to her body in the most uncomfortable way. She chanced a looked over and saw the squad almost dead. If Santana and Brittany felt the effects of the practice, she did not envy those benethe her. She turned her head painfully, every nerve ending hurt, and saw Quinn standing toe-to-toe the lady-tyrant. If Quinn was hurting, she did not show it except mild panting. Santana cursed her Alpha in her mind. She tried to listen, but even trying to hear over her heart hammering in her chest was painful.

"This is insanity, Sue! This routine will not get you the Championship. If we're lucky it will get you twenty-five to life for man slaughter! My squad is half-dead on the gym floor! Forget this routine or so help me, I will make your life hell!" Quinn roared in anger.

Brittany noticed her mate was close to passing out, she wasn't far behind. However, she wanted to hear Quinn bark at Sylvester. Her silver-scar on her leg throbbed in pain and felt like it was on fire. Her blue eyes skipped from Santana to Quinn and Sylvester; she knew the end of this showdown will end in nothing less than bloodshed.

"You will watch yourself, Fabray. Power-lesbian is not a good look on you. Neither is defiant. My routine is flawless, you are just running a sub-par squad."

"Sub-par? You are just so high on your self-built pedastool, you can't see that the Cheerios is a shoe-in for the competions you are throwing us into. The only thing that is sub-par is the high you're trying to get from living through us! Call. Off. The. Routine."

Sylvester chuckled, "Or what, Q? You'll quit and take who ever is dumb enough to follow your blind lead? Some leader you've been so far; cheating on your boyfriend with his best frined, underage drinking, deflection to Shuester, and now flaunting your lesbian love down the hallways. Quit, Quinn, see if I care! Blond cheerleaders are dime a dozen, DeGeneres. I know every one of those girls on the gym floor will jump at a chance to prance around as Head Bitch in Charge. The quicker you realize that, the quicker we can learn this routine. Again, Fabray." Sue leaned in close and snarled.

Outside, Quinn was cool and collected, Ice Quinn cometh. However on the inside, her humanity was doing all she could to keep the cage close on her raging wolf. How she'd love to sink her teeth into the she-devil in front of her. Especially when she knew the true power the woman possessed. It took everything thing she had and Brittany to keep Santana in check all week and all morning. Her patience and will-power were running on empty and Sylvester knew exactly what to say and what buttons to pound furiousily to break Quinn. But she won't. Quinn sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes. The image of Rachel flooded her mind, her little diva singing, belting out a Streisand number that could rival the idol herself. Her starlight's touches, kisses, soothing words washed over her and calmed her wolf enough so the blond could confront Sue for one more round.

"Coach, we've been here all day, you have us scheduled everyday until the competion, let us go for the night. Some of us have lives, loved ones, and other pressing things to attend to than your ridiculous routine. Think about it tonight, and come tomorrow, after church, you and I can meet up and try to come to a compromise. If not, I will quit on the spot, and without a doubt take Brittany and Santana with me, along with any other cheerleader here who doesn't have a death wish. Accept?"

Sylvester straightened up and let out a cold, empty chuckle, "You are a younger me, Q. Maybe even better. Taking into account I can't afford to lose you so close, I am forced to accept your request. I will see you here Sunday after your little cult meeting." Sylvester turned and roared at the other cheerleaders, dismissing the girls. The half-dead Cheerios pried themselves off the ground and crawled to the showers.

"That was super brave, Q," Britt crawled over and pulled Santana into her lap. She played with the Latina's hair while smiling at Quinn. The Head Cheerio walked over and laid down next to her friends. Santana reached out and patted Quinn's hand.

"You have a crazy death wish involving that woman, don't you?"

Quinn chuckled and pulled at the red headband stamped with WMHS across it. She ran a hand through her short hair and realized how much stress her body was put through. It was always a rush standing up to Sylvester, but after she found out it was the Coach that pulled a gun on her and her pack, that rush hit her harder. Her wolf was panting, she could feel the she-wolf's lungs burn. She haven't felt this in a long time.

Fear.

Quinn bit the corner of her lip and let out her breath. The gym was silent except for the girls' unsteady breaths. Soon followed by the quiet sobs Quinn tried to hold back.

"Honestly, how much more are we going to take? The performance is at the end of the week, and Sue is interrupting every chance she gets," Rachel whipsered against Quinn's ear. Quinn wrapped her arm tighter around Rachel's waist, her jaw locked shut.

"You need to leave now, Sue! I have a performance to get right and you are not helping!" Will sneered at the woman.

The glee club shuffled about before they give up waiting for their director and collectively decide to call it a day. The teachers' yelling had devolved to almost animistic growls and snarls. Sure, human language was there, with snide comments, expected quips about too much hair gel, and less we forget having no soul to speak of; but honestly, the glee club had heard it all before.

They met up at the Lima Bean after stopping home to change out of their sweaty rehersal clothes and something more fitting for late October air. Quinn shifted in her seat and took in the sights before her. Finn, Sam, and Blaine were talking about football, and their hopes for Superbowl in February. Kurt, Mercedes, and Tina chatted about the latest Vogue issue that is going to be released early November. Mike and Puck were talking about new strategies for the Thursday night 'bro-time' that has been postponed. Quinn let her lips curl around her cup when Rachel would jump in and shock both the boys with a devilish new plan of attack before Puck would just throw up his hand for a well-deserved high-five. Quinn would lean over and plant an affectionate kiss on her neck. Lauren was making small talk with Artie about an AV project.

Quinn leaned back in her chair and Santana, who had her pinky linked with Brittany's, took notice to the far-off look her Alpha had. She leaned over and whispered, "You ok, Q?"

Quinn whipsered, just loud enough for Santana to hear, "My talk with Sylvester this morning after church. All I can do is replay the whole thing over and over again." Quinn reached over and squeezed Rachel's thigh under the table. Some kind of reassuring factor that this was all real; her friends, her mate, her family. Something was real and not as royally fucked as the Sylvester Situation.

"You never did get a chance to tell us what she wanted."

Rachel looked over and caught hazel eyes shimmering with want, comfort, adoration and... Love? No, too soon. The diva smiled as she hand mimicked Quinn's; tightly grasping the blond's thigh, her small fingers playing against the inseem of the jeans. Rachel's eyes flew to Puck and Mike's discussion, but Quinn knew Rachel's attention was still on her. The way her fingers drew small shapes that went higher and higher up her thigh. She leaned over and growled against Rachel's ear, "Tease." And leaned back. A hushed voice fell out, "I'll tell you when we meet up at Mom's. I just want you and Britt for right now."

"Puck's as much as part of this pack as we are, Fabray," Santana was surprised that Quinn would decided now was the time to pick favorites.

"He is, and he will know what's going on later. But I just need you guys right now and mom. I'm thinking of a plan."

Santana didn't feel right about not including Puck. The boy was a young, new werewolf, and the pack became more of a family to him then his blood relatives. "Ok."

Alpha word is law, afterall, no matter your conscious.

"You got to be shittin' me!" Santana barked out bitterly.

"San, language," Brittany whispered.

"I'm not saying for good, just long enough to understand Sylvester, maybe convince her that werewovles don't exist. You got to admit, she's losing her mind!" Quinn offered. However, Santana wasn't biting.

"What about Sectionals? Regionals? The performance? Rachel? Ay dios mio, Q! Did you even think about Rach, and how she'll see this?" Santana was pacing the Fabray living room while Quinn stood, her feet rooted. Judy and Brittany sat on the plush couch, quiet. Years of knowing the Alpha and Beta, they knew never to intervene. It's just another rule among the wolves; one that terrifies Brittany to no end.

"This is why you didn't want Puck around? So he doesn't blab to Rachel?"

Quinn mumbled, "Mostly, yes. Look, we quit the club and..."

"Make our junior year miserable! I can't believe this is your grand master plan, Quinn!" Santana harshly bit out.

"Look!" Quinn barked loudly. Her eyes flashed a brilliant green with gold specks, her fangs enlarged; Alpha Quinn was scarier than full-on HBIC. "I don't like this plan either, Santana. But if everything goes according to plan we'll be off the Cheerios and back in Glee before Sectionals! Can't you see this is killing me too? Glee is the best part of our day and I do not want to leave. However, if I want to keep Lima safe for us, for the school, and for Rachel, this is what we have to do.

"As much as we want to be, we only part human. That's our burden to bear, S," Quinn continued in a soft, pained, voice. "The wolf in us give us the power to protect our loved ones. What if Sylvester found out what we are? What if she found out about who we bonded to? Think about Kurt, S. This is Karofsky, but about ten times worse, because Sue is getting to to the point she will kill him to get to us."

Santana was shocked silent. She backed down from the intense stare and flopped onto the couch. She let out a shaky breath, "You're right, Q. I was being selfish. I know you are putting everyone before you, so they can be happy and safe. But, why now? You're just starting this relationship with Rach, the big number for the school?"

"Sylvester wants us to choose, S." Quinn swallowed the lump in her throat, "Honestly, I rather tell her to shove it. But we need to understand Sylvester, and how much she knows right now. Without that knowledge, we live in constant fear. I'm hoping that after this whole thing, she'll just go back to torturing students like every other day." Quinn held herself, and leaned back into the couch. Santana sighed. The one good thing they had, and Sylvester, again, swoops in and fucks it up.

"I don't want to leave. Even if it's a for a short time. I... I have to go. I gotta think." With that, Quinn stood up, pulled on her leather jacket, and was out the door.

Judy sighed as she squeezed Britt's shoulder. The younger werewolf pulled out her phone and sent a quick text. She knew wher Quinn went, where she always went when she just needed to the think.

Rachel pulled the Cheerio's jacket tighter around her, glad she changed into jeans after the glee practice ealier that Sunday. Quinn was slowly swinging on the rusty chained swing, her Vans kicking up dust and dirt. Rachel paused and just took in the sight. From the text that Brittany sent her, Quinn was possibly the saddest she has ever seen her.

Rachel took slow, cautious steps; Brittany went on to tell her that the old park was Quinn's spot. Each of the Unholy Trinity had a spot to themselves for when the disagreements got too much and too intense. Rachel knew Quinn knew she was here; werewolf girlfriend. So Rachel quietly took her seat next to her on the middle swing and mimicked Quinn's movements.

"Britt tell you I was here?" Quinn asked in the smallest voice Rachel ever heard come from her proud girlfriend.

"Yeah. I hope you don't mind I'm here." Rachel looked over to see Quinn slowly shake her head. She lifted her head and offered a sad, small smile to Rachel.

"I've been wanting to take you here; let you in just a little bit more."

"That means alot to me, Q."

"Rach, honey, something bad has happened. Well, honestly, it's going to get worse before it'll get better and I'm scared how it will all play out. We had a meeting and for the first time in the past few weeks, Puck wasn't there. I asked him not to be there. I excluded one of my pack for the sheer fact I know he'll tell you what we discussed before I could be hap- no, wrong word. Before I could tolerate the descision. It's not, like, I wasn't going to tell you."

"Quinn, you're scaring me," Rachel's eyes were darting all over Quinn's face.

"I played it out like the movies and shows, where the one that concoct the plan doesn't tell anyone, let eveyone be fooled so the one person that needed to be fooled is completely fooled. But the one person that, quite possibly, should have been the only one in on the plan is hurt. And, I cannot bring myself to do that to you. To trick you."

Quinn got off her swing and stood in front of Rachel, gently taking her face in a soft grasp. Quinn leaned down and brushed her lips against Rachel's. "Quinn, you are terrifing me. What are you talking about?" Rachel's voice cracked at the end, her eyes wide with fear and concern.

"I'm so sorry, Rach."

It was awkward when Monday rolled around and the Trio stood in their Cheerio outfits, handing Shuester a paper of their resgnation from the glee club. A whispered apology was lost under the shuffling of their white tennis shoes. The hallways, always loud and booming, were suffocatingly silent. Voices were muffled, lockers hummed instead of slammed, and the eyes of their gleeks bore into them with disappointment. It was as if they all could see just what they did.

Brittany had her head down, her posture gave it away the most. Defeated, sad, and her bubbly shine just gone. Santana linked their pinkies, silently promising it'll get better. She tried her best to hold her head high, however, the atmosphere was sucking any joy out of her. However, it was Quinn's posture that scared everyone. Blank, ice cold, eyes were trained ahead, not looking at anyone. Her head was held high as she strode down the hallway to her class. What possibly had everyone talking was the power coupld of Faberry were not seen together.

The 'Berry' part of the equation was hardly seen in the hallways, in class she sank into her seat and refused to acknowledge anything beside the teacher and her notebook. By lunch, rumors flitted around and the sight of Noah Puckerman hovering Rachel like a large shadow only fed the flames.

"I heard she finally got tired of the little freak."

"I see Puck is all back on his little Jewish princess. Man-whore."

"You think Fabray is over the girl phase and wants a real man now?"

Rachel hugged her books tighter. How she wished she could just block out the voices. All they did was remind her of what a horrible turn of events it was.

Santana growled as she shifted from one foot to the other. Brittany whimpered as she pawed at the ground. Her ears twitched and shifted at every little noise. The girl was a freaking sonar in wolf form. Quinn was too occupied trying to pick the lock to the school.

"This is the worst plan you ever came up with, Fabray. I still can't belive Puck is still not involved in this. He would have this lock picked two hours ago."

"We got here two minutes ago, San," Quinn quipped.

"Exactly."

Quinn rolled her eyes as the lock popped open. As soon as the door was open, Quinn turned to Brittany. "It's all you, Britt-Britt." Brittany took off running through the vacant hallways of McKinely High. Quinn and Santana hot on her heels. "Look, the less involved, the easier to build the burned bridges. We need to do this. She's our coach."

"You're twisted 'no one help me I'm fine' bullshit logic scares me Quinn." Santana grumbled.

"I..." Quinn glanced at Santana, "It scares me too..." Quinn whispered.

A excited bark from Brittany let the girls know she was at Sue's office door. Quinn made quick work of the lock and the girls stepped in cautiously. Sue would booby-trap her own office. Brittany let out a noise to signal it was safe.

"Are you sure she'd even leave that damn journal here?"

Quinn was silent. No, she wasn't sure, she wasn't sure about any of this. But she need to make sure her mom was safe, her pack was safe, her mate... Well... She just wanted Rachel safe no matter what happened between them. Quinn gnawed on her bottom lip and Santana rolled her eyes.

She hated seeing Quinn like this. It was pre-Berry Quinn.

Brittany trotted over to Sue's desk and sniffed and scratched. All she smelled was Sue. Sue and pen ink. Sue and Cheerio tears. Sue and leather. But not the leather her and San... Wait.

Wait!

She stared to yelp as she nudged the bottom drawer. Santana came over and scratched behind her ear. "Good girl," she cooed. Santana opened the drawer and Quinn shown the flashlight in it. A black book that simple read JOURNAL. "Britt are you su-"

Brittany's dived her head right in and moved and pushed items out of the way. A false bottom.

"Ay dios mio," Santana gasped. She pulled at the bottom. "Quinn, here it is."

"Take pictures and let's get out of here. I hate being in this room." Quinn went to the door, leaving Santana and Britt with the journal. A minute or so later, the trio covered up their tracks and made a hasty exit.

Hopefully they could survive the week of hell.

Icy cold glares, sad smiles, half-hearted waves, and awkward small talk met the Unoly Trinity all week. Bro nights were put on hold for the time being; the girls just could not be around their "brothers" without spilling their guts. However, that didn't stop Sam from cornering Quinn in the locker room after lunch Thursday afternoon.

"What's going on?" Always straight to the point.

Quinn let out a sigh as she fixed her tiny ponytail. "Alot of crap is going down right now with Sylvester, and we just wanted to build our rep a little more."

"For what, Q? Rachel is a mess, I've never seen Britt and San so sad, and everyone in glee misses you guys."

Quinn bit her lip to stop it from quivering. She looked around and dragged Sam out and to the bleachers. It was cold, and Quinn cursed under her breath. Sam took off his letterman and wrapped it around her. "S, B, and I are planning on quitting the Cheerios. Next year. Maybe sooner. We don't want to quit and become powerless to the masses. We used the Cheerio's power to pull the higher ups in the food chain wouldn't pick on the glee club anymore. And-"

"Stop. This is bull. You lost sight of what really matters. It doesn't matter to

Rach if you're at top of the pyramid or the bottom of the ladder. All that she cares about is you."

"I'm protecting her." Quinn gave away everything but nothing at the same time. At first, it was just surving Cheerios one more year, so senior year they could just not give a flying fuck. But now? Now that Sylvester has so much power and none of the control to wield it, Quinn had to do everything in her power to protect the ones she loved the most. Even if it meant pushing them away.

"Quinn, you are doing more harm than good."

"Sam, please trust me when I say, there is a lot I know that you can't know. I love you like a brother, you are family," Quinn brought her hand up to his cheek and ruffled his hair. "But what I'm going through right now I have to go alone. Less people will get hurt this way. Once everything settles, I will talk to Rachel. I miss her so much, Sam. But, right now, I can't..." Quinn's voice trailed off as she buried her face in his chest. Sam hugged her tightly and let her body shake from muffled sobs.

After only a few minutes, Quinn pulled away and sniffed a few times. She wiped her eyes and handed Sam his letterman back. "This conversation never happened. But I know who you talk to, and if and when they ask, just say I'm figuring stuff out." With that, Quinn turned and left the dazed boy. He needed Kurt and Artie's help big time if his plan will go off with a hitch.

The days before the Halloween performance was slow, torturous, and just hell. The girls endured extra practice from Sylvester, the cold shoulders from their friends, even the confused and hurt stares from Puck. Everything was just... wrong.

What made it even worse, the girls didn't see any difference in Sue's behavior. She still pushed, snapped, and demanded. The girls were at the end of their rope, and Quinn was losing her mind. The was not how she thought it was going to be, she thought that they'd find out everything about Sue, use it against her, and walk away to rebuild the trust of her friends. Santana and Brittany were slowly pulling away, the only person who was somewhat supportive was her mother. Even her inner wolf was sad and refused to even acknowledge the human.

This plan just wasn't worth what she was enduring. She needed an out. She needed to fix this.

Quinn, Santana, and Brittany stood in their Cheerio uniforms and sweats, staring at the running bus. Santana huffed and crossed her arms. "This is dumb..."

Quinn surpressed a growl when she heard Brittany whimpered. "Let's just get through with this."

"Wait!" The girls turned to see Kurt, Sam, and Artie quickly making their way towards them.

"What's up, Porcelain?" Santana tried to hide her smile to see her best friend, even if he was already done up in zombe make-up.

"We're here to plead for you three to change your mind. Whatever you need, want, or anything else, we are there for you. Please... Everyone miss you," Kurt pleaded.

Artie added, "Something is missing from our dynamic without you three."

"Rachel doesn't even fight for solos. Kurt is passive, and everyone is just down. Even Mr. Shue is feeling the change. Please, leave Sylvester," Sam begged.

That was it, Quinn was ending this.

"You're right. Nothing is worth this. Let's go."

"No time for an orgy, girls. Get on the bus," Sylvester called out.

"No." Santana says smoothly.

"Excuse me."

"We quit. We can't do this anymore. We're done, Sue," Quinn added.

"You can't quit! Blood in, blood out! You're my top three!"

However the group was already leaving, "Sucks to be you," Brittany shoots over her shoulder.

"Come back here! I'll make your lives Hell!" Sue bellowed.

"Screw you," Santana barked back.

And just like that, Sue Sylvester planned her revenge.

The reunion was a quick smile, a hand squeeze, and a few stolen glances. The New Directions welcomed the Unholy Trinity back with open arms and relived sighs. With their trio back, the zombified performance of Thriller/Heads Will Roll went off brillantly, with just a tiny riot. The scary spirit of Halloween quickly infected the school and everyone was ready to get their fright on.

As the glee club took off their makeup, a slightly paler than normal Rachel pulled a slightly yellow Quinn off to the side.

"Are you ok Rach? You're really pal-mmph!" Rachel slammed their lips together in a fierce, hungry kiss. Quinn's instantly went to her slender hips, pulling her impossibly closer as Rachel's tongue forced itself into her mouth. A few forced steps, and Quinn had Rachel pinned against one of the backstage's wall. Moans and groans were swallowed by desperate kisses.

Hands began to wander, from the teased out and hairspray-filled hair to the slightly uncomfortable costumes. "Off." Rachel groaned against Quinn's kiss-swollen lips. Their lips stayed fused as they fumbled out of the zombie dresses. It was messy, unromantic, and desperate.

It only got them wetter.

They were down to the under, thinner clothes when Quinn picked Rachel up by her thighs and pinned her against the wall, a moment later, Rachel's legs were locked around Quinn's waist, her hips rolling into the taller girl. It was hot, it was dirty, and not how they planned this.

They were so close to the edge already.

Rachel grasped at Quinn's short hair and her other hand slipped under the tight tank top, scratching out angry red welts against her back. Animalistic growls ripped thorugh Quinn and shook Rachel straight to her core. Fuck, Rachel was shaking and Quinn was only kissing and nipping at her neck, her fingers scratching her thighs lightly. She was so close, both of them were.

"Fuck, Quinn, I need you to touch me. I'm so-so-so fucking close... Please." Rachel whined as she grinded against Quinn's abs. The blond chuckled into Rachel's throat. Quinn slid her hand between their bodies and into Rachel's tights and underwear. She was drenched.

"Babe, you're soaked."

"I've been dying for you, Q. It's been torture. I've been wanting to just say screw the plan and take you against the lockers for days."

Quinn stilled and stared into Rachel's dark brown-black eyes. Quinn's breath came in short, hot pants, "Are you sure, Rae?"

Rachel tugged at Quinn's hair, bringing her face close, "I've been without you for only a few days, my body is so turned on right now, that if you don't make me come, I will go do it myself, Fabray. Now, fucking kiss me," Rachel growled.

Quinn nearly came undone from that alone. She slammed their lips together that teeth clattered and lips were going to bruise. Quinn pushed into Rachel and took the scream-moan of pleasure that tore from Rachel. Slow, passionate thrusts soon turned into rough, fast, messy thrusts that had Rachel sinking her teeth into Quinn's shoulder. "Come for me, baby. You're right there. Let go," Quinn said in her low husky voice right into Rachel's ear.

Rachel's whole body shook violently as Quinn curled her fingers and swiped her thumb over her clit. Rachel clentched, her thighs tightened, and Quinn pressed her mouth over Rachel's as she came; the sound, sensation, and just the feeling brought Quinn over the edge. Quinn slowly pulled Rachel's orgasm out, drawing it out as long as possible, before she was just boneless against her.

Their breaths were ragged and shallow. "Shit..." Quinn whispered as she let Rachel's legs down. She held her up and against the wall when Rachel's knees wobbled and almost gave out. Soft tender kisses were exchanged. Rachel stared into Quinn's eyes. They were mixed with the human's hazel and the wolf's fierce emerald. It was surreal.

"I'm so sorry about-" Quinn started but Rachel put her finger to Quinn's lips.

"Quinn, you explained everything to me before the week happened. The entire act hurt and it was awful, but to have you freely back in my arms, makes everything worth it. I know you were hurting and it hurt me that I couldn't support you at school. I... care about you deeply. I'm falling hard anf fast for you; but please don;t ever do this again. Pretending to not care about you because of Sylvester was torture. So please. To keep me safe, please, please, don't put us throught that again." Quinn's eyes were swimming. She bit her lip and nodded. She couldn't speak so she just kissed Rachel as tenderly, lovingly, and passionatly as she could.

She had a lot of making up to do. If was anything like backstage, Quinn was ready.

Next time on Glee: Howling with the Jukebox

Sue is slowly putting the pieces together. She plots revenge. She wants blood. And no one, or wolf, will stand in her way...

Along the way, Quinn goes about fixing the damage her plan has wrought.

A/N: Soooo sorry for the insane update time. I went back and edited the previous chapters, added scenes, took out scenes, changed details, all those little things. So, go back and check out the changes. I love you guys, you make pushing through writer's block worth it! Check out my tumblr tisniko dot tumblr dot com

Much love, Niko