AN: I think I mentioned in the wee chapters of Only One, or at least Puck mentioned it. Some people just know what they're going to be. It shows in behavior to some extent. Puck knew before he got officially classified that he was going to be a submissive. Brittany knows that she's going to be classified as a submissive. At 18 they will be officially sorted. There are surprises, Santana being one of them. As for the whole why so young. Charlie makes a point somewhere in the later chapters, that Rachel and Joe grew up relatively dependent on their dominants. Santana and Brittany didn't have that and they were independent. The cost of that freedom is that they don't have the protections of a claimed submissive. This story isn't about the world not really but we will probably take a closer look behind the curtain.

The Santana issue that people seemed to be worried about. Santana is not the norm. Puck, Brittany and Rachel are considerably more comfortable with the fact that they were born submissives. So is Joe, as are most submissives. For them it matters. Santana is the one who everyone believed to be dominant and still feels like she got sorted into the wrong class. Maybe she did.

"Aren't you even the least bit curious?" Brittany asks Santana who is sitting beside her with her arms crossed over her chest. There's a permanent scowl that's been etched on her face for the past three days. "San." Brittany said with an exasperated huff. After the shock and the elation that she was getting two soulmates wore off, she was just left with curiosity. She wanted to know who the other name was.

"No, I'm not curious. I'm furious, I just want her to go away so you and me can be together. I only want to be with you. I mean how is this even going to work? I don't want two submissives." She wasn't thrilled, which was putting it mildly. The speed at which they had located their soulmate bothered her, and the fact that her father was insisting that they meet their other soulmate wasn't making her mood any better. He was trying to get her excited about it. He had spent the last two days telling her how lucky she was that she was getting two submissives, but she wasn't buying it. It would mean that she would have to share Brittany which was completely unacceptable.

"Santana, you need to give this girl a chance. It must be terrifying for her to know that her two soulmates know each other. She's probably going to feel left out and as her future dominant you need to show her that you love and care for her just as much as Brittany." Miguel said firmly. "If anyone should be upset here its Brittany she's going to have to share her dominant with another submissive."

Santana made a face her father was right and it bothered her and she looked over at Brittany reaching over with her hand gently to link pinkies with her. She wasn't going to abandon Brittany for someone new. "So, what's going to happen then?"

Miguel shrugged, "That's why Brittany's mom and I are going to talk to her parents, this situation is very new to all of us and I'm sure we've got some figuring out to do." Miguel looked at Santana. "This is their daughter Santana, and your future responsibility. You want them to be content that their daughter is in good hands. She's their youngest."

Brittany looked at Santana and leaned over and nudged her, "It won't be so bad Santana. I mean there is probably a reason that she's on our wrist. So please give her a chance. Besides it might be fun to have another submissive around." She was worried, even if she wanted to meet Charlie, another submissive would mean that she wouldn't be the center of Santana's world. But that didn't mean that she wasn't willing to give it a chance. "Just think of the positives."

Santana sighed but nodded, trying to think of the all the positives. Having two submissives would probably mean that their sex life was going to be interesting. She flushed at the thought and immediately shook it out of her mind. She didn't even know what this girl looked like, and she only liked blondes. The car pulled into a very long driveway, with a perfect lawn and hedges and Santana couldn't help but look around the place impressed. Maybe Brittany was right and it wasn't going to be all bad. She sighed, "What do you think she's like?" Santana asked as they approached the house.

"Maybe like me?" Brittany suggested. It was the only real explanation. Maybe she wasn't a good enough submissive by herself to be just for Santana.

Santana shook her head immediately, "There's only one of you Britt, and no one is going to replace you. I promise."

Brittany smiles and takes comfort that as of right now, she was still Santana's number one, but she was scared and nervous just like Santana was. She wondered if Charlie was just as nervous as they were.

Charlie patted herself down. "Quinn I haven't managed to spill anything on myself have I?" She had practically ransacked her room and then Quinn's to find the perfect outfit. She had finally settled on the dark slacks and the simple button up shirt with a loosened red tie. "Should I wear my glasses or do I look to dorky with them on?" Charlie asks holding up her glasses. She had gotten used to wearing her contacts but she wasn't quite sure what she should be doing. Or how she should present herself. She wasn't just meeting some random person. This was her soulmate.

Quinn rolled her eyes, "Charlie, just breathe. And remember what dad said, just be yourself and don't try and boss them around the first time you meet them. It never ends well and you look like a douchebag. You want to get to know them first. And you always look dorky. Wearing glasses won't change anything." Quinn said and she was rewarded with Charlie sticking out her tongue. "Try not to act like a child either. It probably won't fill your new submissives with a lot of confidence."

Charlie turns to Quinn, "They're my soulmates first. My submissives second. Besides I really want to get to know them. Spend some time with them. What do you think they like to do? Should I play the piano for them? It's like the only thing I'm really good at it. It should impress them right?"

"You hate playing the piano," Quinn reminds her.

"I wasn't going to play Debussy for them. I want them to like me and think that I'm interesting. Not some stuffy classical," Charlie says when there is a knock on the door and Charlie looks at her mother. "Are they here?"

"Of course they are. And Charlie they are both beautiful—" Judy barely has any time to step out of the way as Charlie practically tears out of the room. "No running in the house, you'll hurt yourself." Judy says weakly but Charlie is already halfway down the stairs. She turns to Quinn who still looks slightly sore at the fact that Charlie is meeting her soulmate before her. Judy shakes her head, "You know you'll get your tattoo—or tattoos soon Quinn. It just requires patience."

"Charlie gets two submissives. How is that fair?" Quinn asks exasperated. Everyone at school thought Charlie was some sort of stud. She wasn't. She was just Charlie.

"No one said that life was fair, but there has to be a reason that Charlie gets two," Judy said with a hum moving to place a hand on Quinn's shoulder. Judy smile's and runs a hand through Quinn's hair. "Now let's go watch Charlie attempt to go make a good first impression, I'm sure that will cheer you up."

Quinn flashes her mother a smile, watching Charlie fall flat on her face was bound to make her feel better.

Santana looked around the fancy house, so this is where her new submissive lived. It was some pretty swanky place, it was clear that she grew up in the life of luxury. She sighed she didn't want to have a spoiled submissive brat. That would be irritating as hell. Her father and Brittany's mother were busy talking to Mr. Fabray. He seemed nice enough, though she couldn't really tell. There was the sound of thumping down the stairs which caused her to look up. It was the first time she locked eyes with her soulmate and she felt the instantaneous pull, just like it felt when she had looked at Brittany the first time. She was then rewarded with Charlie Fabray stumbling down the last three steps and nearly pitching forward before catching herself and dusting herself off. Her new submissive was clearly not all that graceful. And Brittany had worried about Charlie taking her place.

"She's really pretty San," Brittany said biting her lip and trying not to smile at her new soulmates nervousness. She watched in amusement not approaching her as she tried to straighten her clothes out. She gave her another second before pulling away from Santana and moving towards Charlie who was still at the stairs. "Hi—I'm Brittany," She says with a small wave.

Charlie flushes as she looks at Brittany, her mother was not being—generous enough when she said they were beautiful. They were stunning. "Fabray. I mean Charlie. My name is Charlie—you already know that. I'm pleased to meet you—I promise I'll take really good care of you," Charlie manages to get out. She's tongue-tied already and she sticks her hand out awkwardly.

Santana froze for a moment and looked at Charlie who was shaking Brittany's hand much to Brittany's utter amusement, it was something that she said. "What do you mean you'll take really good care of us?" Santana demanded causing all the parents to stop talking and look at them.

Charlie pulled her eyes away from Brittany and looked at Santana for a moment, locking eyes with her again. The smile on her face fading immediately. "You're not submissive," she states recognizing the look in Santana's eyes immediately.

Santana tilted her head ever so slightly getting a good look at Charlie, underneath that nervous energy was something else, it was in her eyes. It was in how Charlie sized her up ever so subtly. "Either are you—wait you thought I was a submissive?"

Miguel turned to Russell, "Your daughter isn't submissive?"

"None of my children are," Russell says proudly, before it suddenly clicks as to a very real problem. "Your daughter isn't a submissive?" He had been operating under the assumption that Charlie was going to get two submissives.

Brittany grinned ignoring the fact that Charlie and Santana were currently in the process of sizing each other up. "I get two dominants?" She asks this was clearly turning out to be the best news ever.

AN: Stuff happens