Title: Pact (1/?)

Author: Mina Robins

Fandom: Glee

Pairing: Brittana/Faberry, Faberrittana. Polyamorous.

Rating: T

Summary: Rachel stumbles into the underworld hidden beneath Lima's dull exterior when the slumbering genotypes in her DNA finally awaken and exert themselves. Thankfully her mates will help her navigate through the more dangerous paths she has to encounter.

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It really wasn't her fault no one ever thought to inform her when class was not in session. Well, more like the entire student body had decided to mass skip in favour of getting an early start on the long weekend.

Rachel huffed as she sat down in her seat. Center of the front row, of course.

Better to just focus and start on her algebra homework since the teacher was also late. Glancing around the room she noted how pathetically low a rung she occupied on the school's social ladder. Even Jacob Israel had apparently gotten the notice to skip last period French.

In reality Jacob had unintentionally thrown up on a puckhead earlier this morning due to his unfortunate lactose intolerancy. The boy had spent the rest of the day hiding out in various lockers and trashcans to avoid an obviously brutal and ominous beating.

"Rachel, good to see some students care about their education." The teacher commented morosely as he inched into the room.

Even though he had monotone his assessment of the classroom in a rather tired way it didn't hinder Rachel's enthusiasm. "Naturally Mr. Lake, now if you would be so kind as to continuing with last day's lesson." Rachel moved to put away her math book. "I believe we were about to start the conjugation of-"

"Ms. Berry." The fifty something year old teacher rubbed his weary eyes and gave the singer a light squeeze on the shoulder, causing the wanted pause in Rachel's rant. "How about you and me have an early start on the weekend as well?"

"Never!" Rachel shot her eyes disapprovingly up at the aging male. "The lack of responsibility on my classmate's part will not hinder my personal education in the arts, I believe French will come to much use when I am in Paris."

Mr. Lake scrunched up his brow; in all honestly, he just wanted to head home and call it a day with a glass of cheap scotch. "You know what, I would love for you to go and bring Quinn her missed homework assignments."

"Normally, since I am a Samaritan of sorts, I would be happy to assist others, however-"

The teacher glanced down hopefully at his overzealous student. "Perfect!" Lake dashed to his desk at a much too eager pace and retrieved Quinn's missed assignments and the girl's USB left from last month's group project. Thinking for a moment he snatched the misplaced marking key out of the pile before depositing the stack of papers before his student. He grinned as Rachel gaped. "Off you go!"

Before the singer could protest otherwise she had been unceremoniously escorted out of the room.

"Mr. Lake, Quinn does not approve of my presence near her and I…" Rachel sighed when her teacher all but ran towards the parking lot. She began her track towards the general direction of Quinn's home. Now that the baby fiasco has passed, Quinn had been shepherded back into her mother's welcoming house and arms. Albeit missing her father, it has been agreed by current occupancies that the family had a much cheerier atmosphere. Rachel and Quinn had been friends for a couple weeks back in pre-school, until things … changed. The young starlet knocked on the perfect deep coffee coloured door and was preparing to drop everything into the first Fabray's arms. Praying for a polite thank you and not much more.

What she hadn't expected was to be greeted by a rather furious Santana. She thought all was still a mess with the cheerleading holy trinity but as current evidence seen, they seems like they have patched things up enough for Santana to be here for a sleep over. "I did not realize sleeping wear was appropriate for any time before nine in the evening." Rachel offered conversationally.

"Ru Paul," Santana glowered. "How many times do I have to tell you to leave us alone?"

"Pardon my intrusion." Rachel motioned to the papers in her arms but paused when a delicious aroma filled her nostrils. "I…I have Quinn's homework." The shorter of the two decided to be curt in the dealings of one Santana Lopez but wondered why she scented such a heavy mix of columbine, pomegranate and heather flowers from the girl before her.

"What?" Santana sounds more frustrated than inquisitive.

"Mr. Lake, our, meaning mine and Quinn's language teacher instructed me to bring-"

"You've got to be fucking me, you couldn't have done this on Monday?!" Santana all but growled at the petite girl.

The Latina's hair is down from her usual pony tail and is admittedly in a complete mess; Rachel noted that the released mane frames the abrasives girl's face pleasantly. She would even confess that Santana was rather appealing, what with her cheeks blushed pink and her toffee hinted skin covered only in a white tank and dark boxers. Rachel felt her heart sped up and her own face gaining heat. An uncomfortable but bizarrely enticing hotness was growing in the pit of her stomach. She query what Santana's skin would feel like against her warmed palms. The diva blinked, abruptly stopping her thoughts from further spiralling down into such lewd ideas.

"Smurf do you have any idea what you just interrupted-?" Santana seethed, her grip on the door handle made the polished metal whine. She took a breath and glared at Rachel. "When did you become a…"

There is surprise in the Latina's tone and her gaze dipped dangerously towards predatory. "Stay the fuck off my territory."

"I-" The diva's answer is cut off when Brittany came bounding down the stairs clad only in an oversized t-shirt. Her movements appeared even more graceful than her normal already elegant dancer gait.

"Rachel, why didn't you tell us you are a Shifter!" The blonde pounced forward and enveloped Rachel into a hug which made the singer drop the assignments in her hand. The papers scattered onto the floor forgotten.

When the Rachel looked up into Brittany's eyes she saw complete blackness in her friend's normally blue orbs. "Brittany!" Rachel coughed as the smell of heather floated into her. There had to be a logical explanation. "Are you wearing contacts?"

The blonde canted her head in confusion but before she could say another word Santana tore Brittany from Rachel's loose hold. "They are mine!" Rachel's eyes widened in shock as the Latina's pupils morphed and devoured the naturally brown coloured irises into inky darness.

Rachel felt something in her twitch as pomegranate overpowered her senses, it wasn't inviting like the heather had been, the smell was sharp and it was painful to inhale. Every breath the singer took was now saturated with fierce emotion. Resentment… protectiveness? Rachel felt her entire being heat up and vibrate. Something in her was twisting and pushing for her to recognize but she chose to ignore it. The feeling, she had once encountered when she was very young. It had led to Quinn and her separation when both the Fabray and Berry's had to call up the police to look for their missing children.

Santana strived forward and pushed at Rachel's startlingly unyielding frame. Both singer and cheerleader glanced up at each other with surprise. Rachel had never felt so strong. Santana's shove had felt like a mere pat.

"I really meant no harm." Rachel paused when anger frothed in her mind. "Take your hand off, now."

Santana immediately retracted her hand when the burning smell of a plant she cannot determine hits her; she glared with horror at her appendage for obeying the brunette's command. How'd…"

"Wow, Rachel, you smell divine, how have I never noticed?" Brittany sounded almost apologetic as she petted the shorter girl's hair.

'We've never detected her because she's never felt her birth right take full hold.' Rachel glanced up and searched in vain for Quinn's disembodied voice.

Santana was fuming now but doesn't move to stop Rachel from languidly entering the house. The diva blinked in astonishment as the door at the top of the stairs swung open when Quinn strode out in all her naked glory.

"Go back." Santana warned but still looped her arms around the blonde's waist when Quinn cuddled against to her. Brittany closed the door behind Rachel and winked when she too joined the embrace.

"I heard you even when you were in your room?" Rachel's tone was raw and needy when she took in an eyeful of Quinn's matchless and refined beauty.

The trio swiveled their glare toward Rachel. She was a stranger, not of their group though they were not yet a pack, nonetheless, had been connected since childhood and their joining had been forged long ago, an outsider like Rachel should not be able to hear their telepathic thoughts.

It was obvious as day that Rachel was indeed a Shifter. The singer may not know it but her eyes have also taken the signature blacken shading of when a Shifter exhorts its strength. The starlet has unwittingly begun pouring her fragrance into the small corridor. The three wasn't sure if Rachel was even aware of what she was doing to them. The petite brunette was compelling them to come to her and inhale the splendidly acute odour.

"You are exquisitely rare Rachel." Quinn's voice was a lusty mist to Rachel.

Rachel watched unblinkingly as Quinn untangled herself from Santana's clutch. The singer gulped and attempted to move back out of the house only to bump into the hard mahogany door.

The Latina knew she couldn't stop her beta turn alpha. Her and Quinn shared dominancy until either decided to complete rites of passage. However, at the moment Quinn will not submit to her commands for she wanted to follow Rachel's lead and Santana herself cannot help but want to submit to Rachel's will as well.

"So late to awaken." Quinn murmured as she sauntered before Rachel and placed her hands on the shorter girl's hips. "All those years, your beast has been leisurely growing, unheeded by the councils." The head cheerleader dipped down and inhaled near Rachel's nape. "Strangely your strength has been nurtured instead of diminished."

The starlet hands remained passively at her sides even as her body felt like it has been thrown into a furnace. She could feel sweat form and roll down her spine and something in her snapped when the aroma of columbine flowers completely encloses her.

The diva shook her head as frost sets into her brain and splintered open something that had been sleeping. She rapidly blinked her eyes as her vision winked in and out of focus, the next flash left her in blinding light, and her scream ended only when the cool darkness flooded into the brightness of her surroundings. Before Rachel could tumble forward onto the shined marble floors three pair of arms encircled her limp frame.