AN: This is the last chapter, these are supposed to be short little insights into their life, it's not one long story but there will be other fics in this little universe. So don't worry about it.

"Hi!"

Charlie's eyes snapped open and she stared at the little monster smiling at her, his teeth covered in chocolate, as he waved his hands at her from where he was sitting. She wasn't exactly proud that her immediate reaction was to retreat as far away as possible. "Uh—hi?" Aiden, she was sure this was Aiden—who was getting chocolate all over her sheets. Her brow twitches. "What are you doing here?"

Aiden stares at her before sliding off the bed and stumbling out of the bedroom. "Mommy!" He calls out looking for his mother.

Charlie watches and winces when he trips and falls flat on his face, but he quickly gets back up. Maybe she should—she wasn't quite sure what to do. She was supposed to feel something. "Do you need some—" Charlie begins only to have Santana walk into her room scooping him up with her tail as she munches on the cookies that she had made.

"You're alive! Good the kids were worried that you might be dead. They wanted to eat you, I had to inform them that humans really weren't that tasty." Santana glances back at Aiden who was struggling to escape the firm grasp her tail had him in.

Charlie glanced at Aiden for a moment before looking back at Santana, horror evident on her face. "You're joking, right?"

"Well you're not, you've got way too many bones, not enough fat—I mean you're all tiny, very gamy meat. I suppose, that to the kids you're the right size, but I don't want them eating junk food. Let's not get them started on bad habits."

"I—"

"Mommy! I wanna go!" Aiden shouts.

Santana frowns slightly before dropping him, "Don't burn anything or you're going right back to timeout. No biting your brother and sister either," she adds after a moment. She watches as he scrambles to his feet and goes to find his siblings. "Triplets are hard to deal with, I have a respect for your mother. She raised two of you. Aiden likes to bite people when he doesn't get his own way. It's a good thing his bite isn't poisonous."

"What?"

"His bite isn't poisonous," Santana repeats as if it were obvious.

"I just—what?" Charlie sputtered.

Santana sighs, blowing smoke into the air. They had been through this before, when Charlie had spent days pretending that she was simply a figment of her overactive imagination. She knew Charlie, she wasn't that creative. "I think they like you. They loved the cookies and they want you to make more—but I told them only if they're good. That's the only time I get cookies, I don't care if you think they're adorable. They're not allowed to get cookies if I don't get cookies." Santana studies Charlie for a moment, she hadn't said anything back, but her mouth was just hanging open. It wasn't a very attractive look for her concubine. "Charlie?"

Charlie could feel her lips moving but nothing was coming out of her mouth. She wasn't exactly sure what to say or how she even felt. Maybe she just needed to start talking and everything would simply fall into place. "Nope."

"Nope?" Santana questioned deciding to take a seat on the bed beside Charlie. "What do you mean?"

"Just—nope. This is all a very weird dream," Charlie nods and pulls on her blanket so she can try and go back to sleep.

Santana sighed watching as Charlie tried to wrap herself up in her blanket. She shakes her head and yanks the blanket off Charlie. "We've already done this."

"No, we didn't! You were a dragon, I had just woken up from the hangover from hell and I thought that I was still drunk. I woke up this morning believing that dragons were real and that you had kids, with another dragon because you know biology. I mean for fucks sake you're a dragon! A dragon. I like sleeping with a dragon. Oh god, PETA is going to start protesting outside my house! I mean when I was a kid my parents used to drag us to church and we heard it, the slippery slope argument. Well look like they were right! If a girl can be with a girl, why can't they be with a damn dragon?"

"You do realize that I am a sentient being and I've been alive longer than you have," Santana responds flatly. She could consent, she did understand that part of being human. She could communicate her wants and desires far better than any regular human could.

"But that didn't stop me!" Charlie runs a hand through her hair nervously. Completely ignoring what Santana suggested. "I missed you and I was jealous that you had your own little weird monster family! I mean what could you ever see in a human, I don't understand your dragon culture. I don't laugh at your jokes because I'm never sure if you're serious or not. I told myself it was better if you and your dragon lover—" Charlie inhales and looks at Santana. "I missed you, even though you are the worst roommate ever."

Santana blinks slowly, studying Charlie for a moment before smiling. "I missed you too, especially your cooking." Santana nods, there were a lot of things that Charlie did for her, and she had missed her concubine greatly. "Other dragons are boring or crazy. I much prefer you as a concubine."

"But missing you—I didn't think or know that I had kids Santana! You can't just spring it on me that we have children! Why didn't you tell me? You had a phone! I got you a phone—"

"Oh. Bela ate it," Santana shrugs. "It was an accident."

"Which part, the not telling me that I was going to be a parent part? Or the fact that Bela, who apparently is my long-lost daughter, ingested a phone?"

Santana huffed, she didn't really want to talk to Charlie about this, she wanted Charlie to do that thing that she loved. It had been years, this was a silly conversation. "The latter. Also, she isn't your long-lost daughter, she was never lost. She was with me. In regards to the former, it's not my fault. I was stuck in my dragon form. You have made it abundantly clear that you refuse to move into my cave with me! Besides, it's not as if you could have been around them till now. They were baby dragons Charlie. They would have eaten you."

"I—what?"

"So, can we just get over the whole act where you pretend this is all some dream? You are mine and it has been far too long since I—"

"That's not my fault." Charlie frowned. "Do they know that I'm their—mother?"

"No. I'm their mother, I'm sure they understand that you're the father." Santana rolls her eyes, Charlie hadn't been stuck as a dragon and been miserable and all alone in a cold dark cave with only her gold to keep her company.

"I'm a—whatever, are you sure that they know? They don't exactly have a great opinion on humans."

"Why wouldn't they know? I talk about you all the time," Santana shakes her head. Of course, her children knew they were intelligent and far more capable than other dragons their age.

"So, you told them that I'm more than just your concubine?" Charlie blinked Santana had never admitted anything of the sort before maybe there was still—

Santana sighed, there were other things she would rather be doing than discussing their children. Bela was a little know-it-all, Aiden liked to bite people, Alexander wasn't that bright. Talking about them could wait until after she and Charlie had gotten reacquainted. "Fine, follow me. But once they tell you that you're their father, then we're going straight back to your room and you're going to get naked."

Charlie shook her head, she wasn't in the mood to have sex with Santana, she had just found out that she had children. It was true that children were the greatest libido killers there were. "We'll see, I—don't think I made that great of an impression." Charlie slides out of bed and follows Santana, "You know Bela—she knows when I'm lying and stuff."

"It's annoying isn't it," Santana sighed. "Of all the things, she could have taken from me, that has to be the most irritating ability ever. Now I can see why you got so annoyed when I did it." Santana smiled when she saw her kids just sitting and staring at the magic box. They were making her look good, this was the best thing ever.

Charlie shuffles awkwardly behind Santana who steps in between the little monsters and the TV.

"Mommy, move." Alexander grumbles.

Santana arches her brow. Yeah, Alex definitely wasn't the smartest. "Pay attention or I'll turn it off." All three hellions sit up straighter and focus on their mother. "Who is this?" She points at Charlie expecting this issue to be finally put to rest.

"She's your concubine." Bela shrugs.

"She's the cookie maker." Aiden adds.

Charlie swallowed, feeling the lump in her throat. She definitely didn't want kids. She had never wanted kids. So why did she feel gutted at the idea that her own children have know idea who she is. "You talked about me all the time huh?" She couldn't even help the hurt that seemed to seep into her voice.

Santana winced, she had never said that her children were the brightest, but she needed to nip this in the bud before Charlie actually got upset. "Well yes, she's my concubine and that makes her very important to me," Santana nods. "But she's also super important to you. Do you know why?" When her kids just stare at her she shakes her head. "She's your father."

Bela turns to look at Charlie and shakes her head. "Nu-uh. She's a human. She smells funny."

"Also, she's a girl, girls can't be daddy's," Alexander insists narrowing his eyes at Charlie.

"Tell me about it," Charlie muttered under her breath. "If it makes you all feel better I didn't know that either."

Bela glanced at her mother, "We're dragon's mommy," she states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You're half-human, half-dragon. I mean the dragon part sort of burns out most of the human part, so really it's like three quarters dragon, and one quarter human but—she's your father, there was magic involved, and alcohol and rather terrible—"

"Santana," Charlie hissed, the kids didn't need to know about that.

Santana turned to her concubine and rolls her eyes, why were humans so odd about sex. It was a completely natural thing. "Right so she's your father."

Alex frowned and stared at Charlie for a moment, "Can she breathe fire?"

"No."

"Fly?"

"No," Santana shrugged. "She's human they don't really do much, and they're very delicate. So, you have to be very careful around her because if you hurt her. I'll be forced to eat you," Santana informed her children.

"Eat—you never told me that dragons were cannibalistic!" Charlie hisses. "You can't eat our children."

Santana frowned and looked at Charlie, "Of course I can Charlie. I know that you're new to this but you can't spoil them. Next thing you know they'll be trying to kill you to take your horde. You need to be firm and put them in their place."

"They are children."

"They're dragon children," Santana reminds her and narrows her eyes at her children. "We're raising dragons that means that if they try and steal your horde then you need to—"

"Santana. They are children they don't know any better," Charlie huffed and looked at the three monsters in front of her. Charlie Fabray, the father of dragons. The epithet sounded ridiculous in her head but she wasn't going to let Santana eat their children. She didn't even know them.

Bela looked at her brothers for a moment before looking at Charlie curiously for a moment. She slowly smiles and pushes herself up and heads toward Charlie pulling on her pant leg. "Can we have more cookies? Mommy ate them all."

"Oh. Of course," Charlie nods biting her lip. "Would you like to help me make them?"

Bela glanced at her mother for a moment who looked positively annoyed and grinned at Charlie. "Yeah."

Santana's jaw dropped, as she watched Charlie take Bela's hand and lead her to the kitchen. "You little—"

"Santana." Charlie snapped at her turning her head and frowning.

"We're supposed to be having sex!"

"I just found out that I have children, because someone didn't think it was important," Charlie snaps back. Like hell she was going to sleep with Santana after this bombshell. "So, I want to get to know my daughter, and maybe Bela wants to get to know me. Since you couldn't be bothered to explain to the kids that I'm their other parent."

Bela's devious smirk only grows bigger as she latches onto to Charlie's leg.

"She just wants cookies and to piss me off!" Santana points to Bela.

Charlie rolls her eyes, "You're the one that wants to eat your children. Of course, they want to spend time with me. I'm not going to eat them if they mess up. Alexander and Aiden, would you like more cookies as well, let me show you how to make them."

Santana rounds on her other two children quickly, "Don't you dare!"

"I want more cookies!" Aiden shouts jumping up and ignoring his mother and running over to Charlie, holding his arms up because he wanted to be held.

"Me too. It was really good," Alexander adds after a moment, deciding to follow his siblings.

Santana huffed for a moment staring at the empty space where her kids had been, before deciding to follow them. She leans against the frame and watches as Charlie places Aiden on the counter, keeping a firm hand on him as she pulls out clean measuring cups and bowls. She had missed this, despite her protests. She had missed her concubine, and perhaps her parents were wrong. This was where her children belonged. "Make the oatmeal ones," she suggests after a moment.

"Oatmeal?" Bela echoes.

"Yeah, there are like a million types of cookies, and my concubine can make them all." Santana insists proudly.

Charlie sighed, "I can't actually make them all," she informs Bela. "But I'll make you oatmeal cookies to take home. Don't share any with your mother."

Bela laughed at this, hiccupping as a puff of smoke hit Charlie's face. "Okay."

Santana scowled at this, "What did I say earlier?" She whines her tail swishing around in an irritated fashion.

"I dunno," Alex responds and smiles up at his mother.

"The same rule still applies Santana, you only get cookies when you're good. I don't care if you moved out ages ago. You never told me that I had kids, all I knew was that you had kids. They didn't even know that I was their parent, or that they're half human."

"More like an eighth," Santana mutters under her breath. "And I told you, there was no point you wouldn't have moved into my cave!"

"No. I wouldn't have. But I could have easily have moved into one of those RV's until a house could have been built near your cave. You never gave me the chance, you just wanted me to move into your damn cave," Charlie insists pausing for a moment. She liked her tiny apartment. She liked having her own space, but now she had kids and obviously sacrifices needed to be made. She didn't trust Santana not to eat their children.

"RV?" Santana questions.

"It's like a house on wheels." Charlie explained. "I can drive it anywhere I want. You'd have to—" Charlie winced when Santana grabbed her and pulled her towards her. "Santana! What have I said about grabbing?"

"Why didn't you—"

"Because it's not a permanent solution for me, I can spend a few months but I'm not going to live the rest of my life in an RV," Charlie explains with a huff. "It's expensive, and cramped. But I would have done it if you had bothered to explain to me that you were pregnant."

Santana's eyes dilated for a moment before grinning at Charlie. "Forget the cookies we're going to get an RV! Then you can move by my cave and then I won't miss you! Come along, we're going to go RV shopping!"

"Santana—"

"What's an RV?" Aiden asked as his mom picked him up.

"I don't know but it means that my concubine can live by the cave," Santana explained. "Plus, I'll get to show you the human world!"

"Santana—"

"Really?" Bela asked.

"Yeah, they make the best burgers, we'll get some. Plus, we'll go burn down your Aunt Quinn's place. She's a—"

"Santana! Quinn's my sister!"

"So? I don't like her."

"You don't like her because you thought it would be a good idea to proposition her in front of me," Charlie muttered shaking her head. She wasn't quite sure what Quinn or Frannie would say about this situation. Frannie didn't even know that Santana was a dragon. What would her parents say? She had the sneaking suspicion that she was fucked no matter what.