Happy Birthday Valentine
Quil really hated Valentine's day. Quil/Claire
1. Happy Birthday
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Quil hated Valentine's Day. Seriously, it was just another holiday cooked up by women in a big corporation who wanted your money and your so called 'love' to be angry at you when her friend's boyfriend one upped you in the romance department. That and the fact that he had had no one to celebrate the holiday with since that fateful day when he was sixteen years old. It wasn't that he couldn't, of course, and that he never got Claire anything (he bought her a box of chocolate every year and when she turned thirteen he began to get her a rose as well), but the way he wanted to celebrate the day with someone was a big no-no, when it came to his Clair and he felt like he was being unfaithful taking another woman out. So, as he friends prepared to take their imprinted mates and regular girlfriends out, Quil was forced to stay at home.
As of now, he had every violent, non romantic, movie he owned spread out before him in a hopeless attempt for forget that his friends were probably getting some and the fact that Claire was out with her boyfriend. He growled slightly at the second thought and sent a DVD case flying into the wall with a loud thump.
At seventeen, Claire was a smart, beautiful and all around perfect young woman (in his eyes anyway). He had known he would have to deal with the whole boyfriend thing before he told her the truth, but it had just started getting harder within the last year. The knowledge that she would soon be eighteen (tomorrow, the fifteenth) and the fact that she started looking like a woman were big contributing factors. He was having a difficult time playing the best friend when she wore a low cut top or any kind of outfit that showed off her shape. And that was very often. He didn't have to see a lot of skin to go almost insane.
He had tried, many a times, to try and convince her that boys sucked and that she should stay away from them. She would always sassily reply that he was a male and thus she would have to stay away from him too. As hot as she was being sassy, Quil had the sense to know she was right and drop the subject. Since she had not mentioned a date for Valentine's Day, he thought everything was in the clear and there was no other guy to worry about groping her or anything.
He had not known about the date until today and now that he thought about it, everyone had been quiet and walking around him like there were eggshells all over the floor. Even Paul, who never backed down from a confrontation, avoided him. That should have been his first clue. His second should have been when he had not heard from Claire in two days. Then, she comes to his house all dressed up and grinning ear to ear. That was when he knew what was up.
He groaned again at the thought of the dress she had been wearing when she had gleefully shown it to him before That Boy (he had not even bothered to learn his name) had picked her up. She had looked stunning and it had taken all his will power not to confess that he was a werewolf, she was his soul mate and that they belonged together and throw her over his shoulder to take up to his room and-well you get the picture.
There was a snap and he looked down to see that he had broken his Gladiator DVD. That was one of his favorites too.
He growled again and threw the offending thing in the trash, before going to the fridge and pulling out a beer. Not that one would help; it took at least a six pack to make him feel even a little tipsy. Damn metabolism.
He threw himself on his couch and turned on the TV. He finally found a nonromantic horror movie out of all the romantic specials and settled down the watch it. Until, that is, he found out that the main hero was a vampire. He turned it off in disgust just as the phone rang. He glanced at the clock. It read 10PM. Who could be calling him at this hour?
"Claire? What is it? What's wrong?"
The sobbing voice of his soul mate came from the other end. "C-can you pick me up. Please."
"Yeah. Where are you? What happened?"
"I-I don't want to talk about it. Not right now. I-I'm in Port Townsend, by the movie theater."
"Alright. I'll be right there, okay. Just hold on."
"Thank you, Quil." She sniffed again and hung up.
He did not waste any time grabbing his keys and getting into his car. He did not even bother grabbing a shirt or putting on shoes.
He found her where she said she would be, huddled in her coat on the bench in front of the theater. Her hair, which she had spent so much time putting up, was hanging in her face and she was shivering.
She looked up wide eyed when he approached and stood up. "You came." And she threw herself into his arms. He held her close while she sobbed into his bare chest.
"I told you I always would," he murmured.
The car ride was silent and he did not question her, knowing she would tell him everything when she was ready. The only thing she had asked was:
"Where is your shirt?"
To which he replied: "I guess I forgot it in my hurry."
She did not comment.
When they got home she dashed from the car and into his bathroom, locking the door behind her.
He sighed and went into his room, digging through his stuff for his smallest pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, which he passed through a crack in the door when she opened it. He ignored the fact that he saw the top of her breast and went down stairs to straighten up a little.
He heard her come down and sit on the couch, but he did not turn around.
"Thank you for coming and getting me, Quil," she said finally.
He turned then. She looked so small sitting there in his clothes, her long black hair hanging wet over her shoulders. "Like I said, Claire, I will always come for you."
She smiled softly. "You are way too good for me."
He laughed at that and sat down beside her. "What happened to get you so upset?"
He regretted asking her immediately when her eyes began to fill up with tears. "I-I don't know what to say. I-he, James, wanted to-to, well, you know."
Quil sat up straighter and starred at her hard. His wolf was howling inside him in outrage and he had to use a lot of control to keep it from coming out. The thought of someone else touching his Claire like that made him angrier than he ever could remember feeling.
"I-I wanted to too, and I said I did, but when the time came, I just could not do it. I mean-then he called me all these horrible names and said he never wanted to see me again. What good was I to him if I didn't want to...have sex with him?" She hiccoughed
In his head, he began to recite the exercise Sam had given him when he first phased. It was something to keep him calm. It was hard work.
"It did not seem right. It felt like I was betraying-never mind."
His eyes shot open at that. "What?"
"It's nothing. Never mind. You won't tell my dad will you?"
"No, Claire," he said gently. "Of course I won't. Are you sure you're alright?"
"He didn't force you or anything, did he?"
"No. No, he didn't."
"Good. Now, we won't talk about it anymore, alright?"
"Okay." She moved closer to him and cuddled as close as possible, draping her legs over his lap like she did when she was a child. She leaned back against his chest. "Like I said, I don't deserve you, Quil."
"What happened wasn't your fault."
She was staring at the blank TV. "But I led him on. I never really liked him to much. Everything we did was just what was supposed to be done at that point of the relationship."
He rested his chin on the top of her head, putting his arm around her waist. He enjoyed the feeling of her cool skin on his and closed his eyes momentarily.
"I was surprised you were home," she continued. "I thought you would have plans."
"Then again, you've never had a girlfriend for as long as I can remember. Are you gay, Quil?" She turned around and looked at her seriously, lip between her teeth. "Because if you are, it's okay."
He stared at her for a long, long, time with a look of pure outrage on his face, but thinking how jealous he was of her teeth.
"I am not gay!" he snapped. "Far from it."
"Okay, okay. It's just, you've never had a girlfriend and you hang out with Embry an awful lot-"
"I am not gay," he ground out between his teeth. "Especially not with Embry."
"Good," she said facing forward so he could not see her face.
He looked at her quizzically for a few minutes. "Why do you say that?"
"No, tell me. You can tell me anything, you know."
She shook her head, fiercely. "No, I can't tell you this. It will ruin everything."
Her name, that was all it took to make her shiver and turn to look at him. Her dark eyes were a bit apprehensive. "It's just that. Well, how can I say this? I kind of, sort of...no, that's not it." She paused. "I thought it was a-a-crush, but it feels more then that. I-I can't explain it."
Silence and Quil had never felt so...happy in his entire life. His face broke into a grin while hers went completely red.
"Don't laugh," she muttered. "Please. I have been trying to get rid of it. But it's the reason why I didn't do, you know, with James. I'm sorry!"
He looked at the clock and raised an eyebrow, before looking over at her. "Don't be."
With that he kissed her. A stupid thing to do, really, after all she had just been frightened by a man and he probably was about to do the same thing (frighten her). All fears were driven out of his mind when she wrapped her arms around his neck and parted her lips when he asked, nestling further into his lap.
He had spent many a waking (and sleeping) hour imagining what their first kiss would be like and this was even better then he had imagined. She felt so cool, yet so warm, against him, when he pulled her closer to his body to deepen their kiss even more.
They parted, both gasping for air, and staring at each other.
"W-was that legal?" she gasped.
"You've been legal for the past half an hour," he replied, before kissing her again. This one was even better. She seemed completely comfortable where she was, though he wished she wouldn't wiggle so much. It was distracting and he had a lot to tell her.
When they parted a second time he said. "I have a lot to tell you, Claire."
She played with the hair at the nape of his neck. "Does it have anything to do with the fact that you are a werewolf?"
He looked surprised and would have pulled away had it not been for her legs that had wrapped themselves around his hips. "You knew about that?"
"I've known for a while. I put the pieces together." She placed her lips on the side of his neck and he had to bite back a moan and focus on the matter at hand.
"Oh." He cleared his throat. "Well, there's more."
She pulled back from his neck. "Really?"
"Yeah and it's kind of a long story." He took a deep breath. "Do you remember the legends about Imprinting?"
"Of course, I found them really ro...man...tic..." She trailed off and starred at him. "You mean?"
"But you've known me for so long-"
"You've been wai-"
She squealed and lunged at him, difficult considering she was so close. His weight and hers caused the couch to tip over backwards and he landed on the floor with a thump while her raining kisses all over his face. She sat up and grinned, planting her hands on his chest.
"I can't believe it."
He rolled her over with a grunt and she giggled.
"I take it this makes you happy?"
"Very. Who wouldn't want you? That's why I thought you were gay." She blinked innocently at him.
"I'm not gay."
"I figured that."
She kissed him, trailing kisses down his jaw. He growled low in his chest when she bit him and did that rolling thing with her hips again. He wondered where she had even got the idea.
He had to remember she probably wasn't completely innocent, thanks to that James guy. He growled again and this time it had nothing to do with what she was doing. Mentioning of that, it was so distracting that he forgot about The Boy right away and focused on the girl, His Claire, beneath him.
"Happy Birthday," he murmured in her ear.
"Happy Valentine's Day," she replied.
He could barely remember what happened next. All he could remember was Claire unbuttoning his pants, him removing her clothes and then pure bliss.