"You're staring. I can feel it." Charlie said not looking up from where she was leaning against Santana's bed.
"You can't feel someone staring at you Charlie," Santana retorts but stops pretending she's not staring at her girlfriend. "I also wasn't staring, I was thinking. I had a conversation with Britt, about making the turn, and before you say no. It's not your decision to make, and I haven't changed my mind I want to keep being human."
Charlie flicked her eyes to Santana for a moment, "Is this about the fact that my wolf won't have sex with you?"
Santana flushes immediately, "No, I mean not really. I've thought about it—not like that Charlie, I thought about your wolf being lonely and how I couldn't complete you, I couldn't give you a family or any pups or anything. I mean I'm here telling you to stop being a lone wolf but knowing that you can't exactly move on from me."
"Are you trying to cushion the blow as you break up with me?"
Santana rolled her eyes at Charlie's question, "No. I'm not breaking up with you. We've tried that and we were both miserable. I just did some reading and while I don't have any intention of becoming a wolf, I may have figured out a way to make it easier to push people through the change—it doesn't stop the insanity that's a fifty-fifty crapshoot, but maybe someone else can figure it out."
"Why are you telling me this, shouldn't you be having this conversation with Quinn and Rachel?"
"Rachel and Quinn? They're together?"
"You didn't know?"
"I haven't talked to Rachel since I graduated high-school. Our parents may be together but that doesn't mean we're sisters."
"It sort of does," Charlie points out and smiles when Santana glares at her. She holds up her hands defensively. "I think Rachel wants to make the change, or not, I'm not actually sure. That will mean actually going to a family diner and listening to how great Quinn is while I'm still stuck trying to get my life back on track."
"You haven't heard back from any of the schools yet?"
Charlie crinkled her nose and shook her head, "Hopefully I should hear back from the soon, but that doesn't mean anything Santana. I only sent them in last week, Santana. But you should probably give Quinn and Rachel the good news. You might not want to do the change but I think Rachel does."
"Really? Wouldn't that ruin her chances to be someone on Broadway or whatever?" Santana asks gritting her teeth, she hadn't known that Rachel and Quinn were actually a thing, she had known that they were close and she had known that Quinn still liked to piss Rachel off but the idea that Rachel was willing to do something like that for Quinn, it both bothered her and made her feel guilty.
"There are plenty of famous animal people Santana, I don't see how becoming a wolf person will make Rachel fail," Charlie shrugs. "She's still young and she hasn't become super famous so if they're going to do it then now is probably the best time, so I guess the question is how. How do you plan on making it easy for her?"
"Well—" Santana began Charlie seemed interested in hearing her theory. But there was something that she needed to know first. "Do you want me to turn? I mean is that what you want for me to go through the turn and be like you? So, we can mate properly?"
"What do you mean mate properly?" Charlie asks sitting up. "We're mates right now."
"You know what I mean, I mean have a wolf so your wolf doesn't have to be lonely. I mean if Rachel becomes a wolf and has Quinn's kids—and you can see that—I just don't want you to resent me. I don't want you to look at me and wish I was more like Rachel I get enough of that from my dad. I mean I looked it up, it's not out of the question that you have kids Charlie, you know pups of your own. We could also adopt—"
"Santana."
"I mean according to Brittany we could probably figure out some sort of surrogacy situation—"
"Santana," Charlie interrupts again moving this time to wrap her arms around her. "Kids are a future thing, we haven't even begun to have sex yet. I don't know if I'll want kids at this point right now, I don't. I mean maybe I should be thinking like that, like the future and stuff but right now the only good thing in my life is you. I'm stuck doing odd jobs living in my crappy little apartment struggling not to accidentally let my control slip. I'm not ready to have children. I mean you're in a better position than I am. Is that something you want? Kids?"
"Not right now," Santana admits. "Or ever."
Charlie smiles and nudges Santana, "See, we're good right now, we're even better good. So, let's not compare ourselves to Rachel and Quinn. Otherwise we'll both be miserable. Let's just be us for now?" Charlie asks.
Santana nods, "So I don't need to talk to your dad about doing the change then?"
"God no, ignore him. Why would you ever go to my father? I don't even go to my father. He's an ass," Charlie grumbles and pulls Santana into a tight hug. "You can talk to me about this stuff, I know I'm not a fountain of knowledge but I do know some stuff."
"Like why your wolf side enjoys stomach rubs?" Santana teases.
"Who said it was just my wolf? I just thought it was weird to ask you to rub my tummy, but I mean if you're open to it—" Charlie wiggles her eyebrows at Santana who laughs.
Santana reaches for Charlie's stomach and pauses when Charlie suddenly jerks back and flushes deeply. "You're ticklish?"
Charlie clears her throat, "Sure, lets go with—" Charlie's voice goes up an octave higher as Santana slips her hands down and grips Charlie firmly. "San."
"Charlie," Santana teases. "I thought you liked it when I gave you a quick rub." She finally pulls her hand away, she could feel Charlie practically busting out of her jeans.
"Hey! You can't just—you can't just stop there. I mean—" Charlie flushed her eyes dilating, her voice breaking out into a whine.
"I have to study for anatomy."
Charlie huffed before pulling off her shirt, "Fine you can use my body for help."
Santana glanced over at Charlie, "No seriously Charlie, and I have biochemistry exam put it away."
"You're the one that touched me!"
"Put it away Charlie, and help me with my cue cards," Santana grinned holding up her color-coded cue cards. "The Krebs cycle isn't going to learn itself."
Charlie grumbles and flops back, before grabbing her shirt. "You're the worst, you know that? The worst."
