AN: So I should probably note that it's really the last couple of chapters that I really don't like. I could always go back and fix them but I've already moved on. I mean it was only supposed to be five chapters. It somehow doubled in length. Which is probably why I really don't like it.


"I don't want to play hide and seek anymore." Charlie grumbles, kicking his foot against the dirt. Santana always found him really fast and Quinn kept making him be it.

"Then we don't have to." Santana declares. She hates it when Charlie is sad, it makes her tummy do weird flip flops that she can't explain.

Quinn stomps his foot. "It's my turn to pick the game and I say we are playing hide and seek." He hates it when Santana comes over to play but he doesn't really get much of a choice anymore. But his mom had said it's almost time for Santana to go home which means he and Charlie can watch a movie.

"We did play hide and seek." Santana retorts, grabbing Charlie's hand and leading him away. "But you're being a poop head and we're going to play alone."

"Mom said that you have to play with me too!" Quinton huffs reaching for his brother's hand.

Charlie turns to his brother and frowns, he wanted to play with Santana right now she was leaving soon. "I'll play with you later Quinn, I wanna play with Santana now." When Quinton's lip quivers he sighs, "Go play with Brittany," he offers as he gets dragged along.

Quinton stared as they headed into Charlie's room and closed the door, he hated when Santana was over. All Charlie talked about was Santana, he didn't get what was so great about her. She was bossy and mean and she bit Charlie a lot. It was weird and he didn't like how Charlie got to talk on the phone every night with her. It wasn't fair. He huffs and storms to Brittany's room to go complain to her.

Charlie rubbed his head, "Do you wanna play cars? I've got all the new hot-wheels and Quinton and I made the ramp! See!" Charlie tugged on Santana's hand to show her his hot-wheel track. "You can be the red one!" The red one was his favorite.

Santana rolled her eyes, Charlie really liked his cars, it was weird. "No, let's play something else like—like doctor! Like my daddy! I'll be the doctor first." Santana announces. "I gots to listen to your heart, so take off your shirt."

Charlie takes off his shirt right away. This game sounds fun, last time they went to visit Santana's dad he gave them suckers. Santana presses her ear to Charlie's pale chest, listening intently. She's so focused on listening that she doesn't even notice Charlie wrap his arms around her. "You smell nice."

"I know." Santana rolls her eyes, listening. She can't hear anything and glances up at Charlie. "Your heart is stopped."

"Oh." Charlie fidgets a little, glad that Santana is close because otherwise he'd probably be scared. "What's that mean?"

Santana frowns. She doesn't know, but she's the doctor so she'll fix it. "I hafta give you a shot. Take off your pants."

Charlie grins. He hates wearing pants. He quickly slips out of his jeans and waits expectantly for Santana to do whatever she's going to do next.

Santana cocks her head to the side, frowning. "Why you wearing shorts?"

"They aren't shorts, they're my undies." Charlie glances down at his batman boxers.

"That's not underwear." She shakes her head. His shorts don't look anything like her pink panties. She reaches forward and grabs them pulling them down, Charlie did weird things all the time, wearing shorts seemed like something he'd do. She takes a step back when she sees something she didn't expect. "What's that?"

"What?" Charlie looks down at his peepee nervously. Santana seemed scared, maybe something was wrong with him. He bites his lip but everything looks normal.

Santana reaches forward cautiously, and touches it. "That."

Charlie blinks and looks at her like she's grown another head. "That's my peepee, you're not a very good doctor."

"I'm the best doctor." Santana huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. "That's not a peepee."

"Yes it is."

"No it's not."

"Yuh-huh."

"If it is, then why don't I have one?" She challenges.

"Because you're a girl." Charlie explains. How doesn't Santana know this? She was like the smartest person he knew.

"That doesn't make any sense," Santana shakes her head and crosses her arms. It doesn't look like hers.

Charlie shook his head, this really didn't make any sense whatsoever. "You're a girl and I'm a boy, and now it's my turn to be doctor cause you're really bad at this."

Santana doesn't like being bad at anything but she didn't know that boys had that. It was so weird, she begins to pull off her shirt so Charlie can listen to her heart when the door opens. "Santana, it's time for us to—" Carlos Lopez stopped at the sight in front of him, he barely felt Judy colliding against his back as he stared. There was a boy naked in front of his daughter and his daughter seemed to be pulling off her clothes. If Maribel was here, he could only imagine the yelling that would have taken place. "What are you doing?"

Santana flung her shirt off and looked at her daddy unimpressed. "We're playing doctor! I can't hear Charlie's heart so he needs a shot."

Judy peeked out from behind Carlos and her own heart stopped. "Charlie what are you doing?"

"Santana didn't even know that boys have a peepee so now I'm the doctor." He has his ear almost flush against Santana's belly. It grumbles a little at him and he steps back in surprise. "Your tummy made a sound! Are you hungry?"

Santana shook her head, "No—"

"Then you need a shot too!" Charlie declares excitedly.

It's enough to snap Carlos from his amusement at the scene. "Nope. I think we're done playing. Put on your clothes Santana, it's time for us to go."

"Carlos, I'm so sorry—" Judy started, only to have him wave it away.

"They're just kids. I'm sure Charlie wasn't the instigator and it's completely normal." Carlos waved it away.

Santana frowns as the adults talk. They were just playing. Charlie's ear is now against her chest and it makes her feel happy. She leans down and quickly bites him on the arm.

"Santana!" Carlos scoops her up. "Apologize to Charlie, right now!"

"Why?" Santana whines, squirming in her father's arms. "It's not fair! I don't want to leave!"

"Because biting isn't very nice." Carlos scolds. "Right Charlie? How does it make you feel when Santana bites you?" He's hoping that a little positive peer pressure will help. It's a trick that both parents have found useful over the last year and he doesn't expect it to fail now.

Except it does.

Charlie shrugs in reply, rubbing the bite on his arm carefully. "It's nice."

"Nice?" Judy shakes her head.

"Yeah. It means we're best friends. Santana bites me and sometimes I bite her too. She tastes like bacon."

"I do not."

"Do too." Charlie grins and moves to get closer to Santana when he's stopped by his mom. He looks up at her confused.

"You need to put your clothes on Charlie."

"But I don't wanna." Charlie whines.

"Well if you don't put on clothes you can't go outside and say goodbye to Santana," Judy informs him watching as a look of horror crosses Charlie's face. Her son quickly begins to pull on his clothes hopping around like a madman. It's effective and it might be the best way to get him to get dressed in the mornings. "Carlos—is this normal? Them being so attached? Or is it something more—" it had been a very long year when it came to Charlie and Santana.

"Well, they're both far too young to actually make the bond it doesn't happen until they both go through puberty, so this might just be that they like each other a lot. Though Santana really doesn't bite anyone else, we won't know for sure until they're both teenagers." If it was what Judy suspected, Santana was going to be in for a rough ride if she hit puberty early.

Judy shakes her head, "And to think I was worried about Brittany." Her daughter still had a long way to go before she finally got to the stage where she was looking for her mate. If this was an indication of what was to come it was going to be a long time till she was at peace again.

"Done mommy." Charlie said not caring that he was wearing his shirt inside out as he runs up to where Carlos is holding Santana who is squirming to get free.

Carlos sighs and sets her down watching as Charlie hugs her tightly. "You can call her tonight before bed," he says. From experience he knows that once Charlie latches on it was difficult to let go. Their phone bill was going to be high again this month. He shuddered to think what it would be like once the two of them became teenagers.

~O~

"NOOOOOO!" Charlie screamed kicking his feet as he tried to wrestle his father off him. "I wan—I wan Santana," he sniffles.

"Charles," Russell snaps at him already at his wits end. "You can see Quinton and Santana during recess, but you have to go to class."

"No!" Charlie screamed at his father, he wanted to go to class with Santana—and Quinton, but mostly Santana. "Why daddy? Why can't I be with Santana?" Huge crocodile tears in his eyes.

'Because the world hates me.' Russell shook his head. He and Maribel had petitioned the school to make an exception but they assured them that Charlie would do best with the other omegas. Where the hell were they now? "Because Santana and Quinton have their own class. Think of all the friends you'll make—"

"I don't need friends. I have Santana."

Russell nodded slowly. "True. But think of all the stories you'll get to tell Santana?" He tried.

"What if—what if she makes new friends and forgets about me?" He gulps down some air, snot flowing from his nose.

"Well even if Santana makes other friends that's not going to change how she feels about you right? Cause you're special to her and she's special to you." Russell said as sagely as he could. He needed to be calm because he was dangerously close to yelling at him.

"But—but—Quinton said that Santana isn't going to like me anymore."

Russell grits his teeth, vowing to have a talk with Quinton. It's a good thing his other son was far away getting settled in his own classroom because he's pretty sure he would beat the kid if he were within arms reach. "Who do you believe more? Me, or your brother?"

"Quinton." Charlie sniffles in a broken sob.

Russell's brow twitches, he was definitely going to beat Quinton when he saw him next. "Well your brother is a little—"

"Russell?" Maribel interrupts before Russell could lose his cool in front of Charlie. "I thought that this might happen so I brought someone for Charlie." It had been a pain to get Santana ready for this and it seemed that Russell and Judy hadn't prepared Charlie for it at all. She doesn't need to push Santana forward as her daughter is quickly heading towards Charlie who was still sniffling loudly.

"Thank you." Russell whispered watching as Santana hugged Charlie tightly.

Charlie's still crying, though not nearly as pathetically as before. He wipes his nose on Santana's shoulder and she frowns when she looks to see the leftover snot.

"Ew gross." She grumbles. She doesn't like it when Charlie cries, but she doesn't know what to do. "Stop crying."

Charlie rubs his nose. "Sorry," he mumbles. "I just wanna go to class with you."

"Mami says you can't." Santana huffs. She's cried and screamed about this for weeks, but her parents told her that they couldn't change it. Papi said that school would make Charlie happy but he doesn't look happy at all. "But we can play at recess and after school."

"You'll still want to play with me?" Charlie's tears are drying quickly on his cheeks at the thought.

"Of course, dummy." Santana shakes her head.

"Promise?" Charlie asks his lip wobbling.

Santana smiles and leans forward biting Charlie's shoulder hard, causing him to cry out a bit. "Promise."

Charlie sniffles and wipes his nose again, "Okay," he said quietly.

Santana nods and pats him on the head, "No more crying it's for babies, and I don't like babies."

Charlie nods his head eagerly and turns to his dad and grabs his suit jacket to wipe his face. "Better?"

"No," Russell gripes looking at the snot and tear stain on his jacket. He had just gotten this cleaned.

Santana nods, "Yes. Now go be a big boy and go learn."

"Okay," Charlie nods and turns to go to his classroom picking up his backpack from the ground, before pausing and running back to Santana. "Be nice to Quinton," he lectures.

"Fine." Santana whines and shakes her head, she didn't want to be nice to Quinton. "I promise. I'll see you at recess."

Charlie nods and heads off to his classroom.

Russell looked at Santana, "How do you do that?" He asked completely serious.

"Charlie's mine," Santana explains to him, and shakes her head. It was obvious and Mr. Fabray needed to pay attention more. Charlie wasn't difficult, he just needed to be comforted. She glances at Charlie once more before turning around to see her mother. "I'm ready to go to school now."

"Alright mija, remember to listen to your teachers and stay out of trouble." Maribel pauses for a moment and watches her daughter, "That means no fighting with Quinton!"

Santana scoffs, everyone said that but it really was Quinton who always started it. He wasn't a very good alpha. He was a bit of a baby and he still didn't understand that Charlie was hers. "I promised Charlie I'd be nice, but it's Quinton." She wasn't going to make any promises that she knew she wouldn't keep.