Title: Questioning Truths

Author: Jamiexh

Rating: R/NC-17 (NC-17 this chapter)

Pairings: Brittana, Faberry, mentions Shell

Summary: Sequel to Lunar Spell and Unbreakable Bonds. The girls question everything they thought to be true, when they move to a new place with a new werewolf pack.

Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox.

…

"Baby," Santana cooed as she walked towards Brittany, who was staring at maps on the kitchen table. "Come to bed."

"I can't," Brittany mumbled. "I have to figure out a place for the pack to run for the next full moon. It's one of the jobs of being the alpha of a much bigger pack. We're in New York, now. We can't just run in the same spot every month like we did in Lima. It takes more planning, you know this."

"Yeah, but baby, the last full moon just passed. You have plenty of time."

"No, I don't because once I pick a location, Rachel or one of the other council members has to scout out the area and make sure that it would be okay to run in. There is a lot of work involved."

"Well, I'd rather work on you," Santana said as she kissed right below Brittany's ear. She slowly worked her kisses down the side of her mate's face and down her neck until the Latina found the one spot on the blonde's neck that would do her in. Brittany gasped as Santana kissed her pulse point. The Latina smirked and changed tactics. Instead of kissing that spot, she gently began to suck. The blonde moaned, as Santana smirked inwardly as she felt the arousal from Brittany flood her own body through their psychic connection.

Abandoning her work, Brittany climbed out of her chair, spun around, and pulled her mate's lips to her own. The Latina kissed back with fervor and slowly began to lead them to their bedroom. As soon as they got into the room, Santana kicked the door shut and pulled off Brittany's shirt. She moved to kiss Brittany's pulse point again, as her mate ran her hands up the Latina's night shirt to massage her bare breasts.

"Oh God, S," Brittany moaned. "I need to see you." The Latina detached her lips from the blonde, so that the taller girl could strip her of her shirt. Once her shirt was off, Santana reached behind Brittany and unclasp her bra before her mate could touch her. Santana kissed her hard again, and guided the blonde's body onto the bed. Settling in between her mate's thighs, the Latina's mouth moved lower to Brittany's breasts. Sticking one nipple in her mouth, Santana played with the other with her thumb and index finger, alternating between pinching the nipple and rubbing circles around it. Brittany let out a loud moan.

"You're so beautiful," Santana murmured. "I can't believe you're mine." With that, she brought her attention to Brittany's abs. She licked them, kissed them, and all around teased them, while her hands undid her mate's jeans. "Too many clothes."

"You too. Please, San."

Santana quickly pulled down her sweats and panties before removing Brittany's jeans and underwear. She took a second to admire her mate's wet heat and smiled. "So wet."

"All for you. Please."

The Latina hooked her arms around Brittany's thighs and began to kiss the sensitive skin there. The blonde began to move her body, trying to get where she wanted to be touched closer to Santana's lips.

"Santana," Brittany cried out in frustration.

"Patience, baby," the Latina answered before licking around the blonde's clitoris. Brittany responded by panting hard. Santana continued to play with her mate. She licked around the other girl's clit, occasionally planting a kiss on the bud, sucking on it, or gently biting it.

"Stop teasing," the alpha growled. "Fuck me."

"As you wish," Santana answered, plunging two fingers into her mate and increasing her attention on the girl's clitoris. Despite increasing her efforts, the Latina kept everything at a slow pace. Santana knew that she was slowly torturing her mate, but she wanted to build her to an intense orgasm. Brittany bucked, moaned, whined, and did everything she could to try to get Santana to give her what she needed. But, the Latina never increased her pace. It took a while, but when the orgasm finally hit, it was so intense for both girls that neither was able to move for several minutes afterwards.

Finally, Santana was able to move and pulled her body up so that she could cuddle her mate.

"I love you, Brittany," Santana murmured.

"I love you, too."

"I want more."

"Babe, I'm surprised that you want to play some more after that orgasm. It's still hard for me to move."

"No, Brit. I want more in our relationship. I want to have a baby. Our baby. Our pup."

"What?"

"Ever since I went into heat last month, I've had this need to have a baby. It's an intense want. I want it as much as I want you. I think we're ready for this. Let's have a baby."

"Are you crazy? I'm still a new alpha and I have a lot of work to do. We can't have a kid, yet."

"But…"

"San, no."

"Fine," Santana sulked, getting up and grabbing a blanket and pillow with her.

"Where are you going?"

"The couch. I can't be near you right now."

…

"Santana," Rachel nudged gently. "Hey, what's going on? Why are you sleeping on the couch?"

The Latina growled at her as she got up. "Ask your alpha. I'm going to shower." Rachel just watched in shock as Santana did her own version of a diva storm out.

"What was that all about," Quinn asked as she pulled her arms around her mate.

"I don't know. But, it appears that Brittany and Santana had a fight."

"About what?"

"I have no idea. Maybe we should ask Brittany when she wakes up."

…

An hour later, Brittany walked into the kitchen. "Q, Rach, where's Santana?"

Both girls looked up, but only Rachel answered. "I don't know. She showered and left about twenty minutes ago. I found her sleeping on the couch. What happened, Brittany?"

"We had a fight."

"Tell us something we don't know," Quinn muttered.

"Santana wants to have a baby, like now."

"What," both Rachel and Quinn stammered.

"I get it. I mean after all werewolves are meant to reproduce. It's a need that happens after a while with your mate, but I'm not ready for that. I mean we're really young and I want kids just as badly as she does, but not yet. Look, I got to go get to class. I'll see you guys later."

After Brittany left, Rachel turned to Quinn. "I know you're in heat right now, but you don't…right?"

"Not yet," Quinn answered. 'Please not yet,' she thought to herself.

"Good."

"Good?"

"You agreed, we're not ready for kids right now."

"Do you want kids?"

"Some day."

"Some day," the blonde asked. "Like when? Two years? Four? Ten?"

"I don't know. I guess I haven't given it much thought. Why when do you want?"

"After college. Like right after. That's always been my plan." 'Please let me wait that long.'

"I don't know, Quinn," Rachel stated. "I'm not sure how that's going to work with me and my dreams of being on Broadway."

"What? So your career is more important than your mate and your family!"

"I didn't say that!"

"You implied it," Quinn yelled. "And besides you don't even know if you can be on Broadway and be a werewolf at the same time."

"You never had a problem with me trying before."

"That's because I didn't know that you were going to put us on pause to do it. Seriously, why can't you get pregnant senior year so we can have our pups and you can audition after you're out of school."

"Wait a minute," Rachel stopped her. "Who said that I was going to have the pups? Why am I the one getting pregnant?"

"You don't want to?"

"Well, you're the one that wants kids that soon, why don't you carry them?"

"Because I have to take care of you."

"And I have to take care of you. And help Brittany, because I'm on the pack council."

"They'll understand."

The diva shook her head, and Quinn sighed. "Whatever. I just remember that I have this thing to do. I got to go. Love you."

"Quinn," Rachel started, but the door slammed before she could say anything else. "I love you, too," she said to the empty apartment.