A.N. Light smut! Not real descriptive (that's purposeful. Also, this chapter leans a bit heavier into the abo lore sense sex is involved.
"You loved what you loved because you loved it."
It's been weeks. Weeks of Santana falling deeper and deeper into this mess she somehow forced herself into.
Weeks of getting to know Rachel. Weeks of getting to know Quinn. Weeks of getting to know Beth, for that matter.
Weeks of being sucked into a cycle of never-ending uncertainty.
And sure she knew plenty about them at this point. The little stuff, the medium stuff, but maybe not the big stuff.
If you had asked her if she had wanted to be in a serious relationship, mated to an alpha for the foreseeable future, she would have told you 'No. Absolutely not. I'm not ready.' But now, that's changed. And she's not exactly sure why.
In addition to suddenly wanting to be someone's omega, her heats had magically increased, in frequency and intensity. They were somehow mowing their way through her normal dosage of suppressants.
It was why she currently found herself in the waiting room of her doctor's office.
Though, as she waited to be called back by the nurse, that was not the pertinent thought weighing down on her. Instead, it was 'Did Quinn or Rachel want a serious relationship with her as well? Did they want her to be their mate?'
The million-dollar question.
She had no real way of knowing. It definitely seemed like it on both their parts, but outright asking was out of the question.
Quinn has a daughter, a daughter who will inevitably one day realize that looks nothing like her. She'll long for the care of her biological mother, and then Qunn will leave her so their family is complete.
A logical conclusion.
Rachel has an ex, an ex that, granted, Santana isn't supposed to know about (Tina is very talkative when drunk), but an ex nonetheless. It's only fair that Rachel realizes that she has unfinished business with said ex while Santana is pregnant with their babies and leaves her for the ex.
Another logical conclusion.
And where does all of that leave her?
The nurse calling her name lightly soothed her out of her musing, saving her from answering her own question with even more ugly scenarios.
"Santana Lopez? You can go on back." The nurse, an omega herself, smiled reassuringly as she gestured for Kayla to follow her.
She leads her to an examination room after weighing her in the hallway. After a few preliminary questions that Santana had to answer every time she visited, the nurse left her to wait for her doctor.
Seven minutes later there's a knock on the door and a creaking of the hinges.
Dr. Ramona Davis, another omega woman, smiled softly as she flipped through Santana's mildly thin file.
Despite Santana being a patient at this particular practice since she started having her heats at 14, she had never really had any serious isssues.
It wasn't uncommon for an Omega Specialist to be an alpha, but they probably saw way less patients. It made more sense for an omega to be seeing a doctor who would understand what they were going through on a medical and a personal level.
Dr. Davis placed the file on the counter in the room before squirting some hand sanitizer on, rubbing it in, then shaking Santana's hand.
"Hello Santana, what brings you in today? I haven't had to see you in a year." The concern on the woman's fair features was genuine. Santana took great appreciation in that. She hated Doctor's offices and the almost motherly nature of the omega doctor assuaged her anxiety greatly.
"Um, yeah. Recently, my heats have been coming way more frequently than normal and they're very intense. My suppressants are barely putting a dent in them."
"Oh, that is concerning. You rarely come to me for heat problems." The doctor's eyebrows furrowed.
Dr. Davis did a quick check of Santana's breathing, then her ears and nose.
The omega doctor sat back on her rolling stool with a sigh, "Are your heat symptoms normal? Anything really out of the ordinary?"
A blush settled over her cheeks. She thought for a second, other than being more intense she doesn't think that her symptoms have been out of the ordinary really, "I don't think so. The normal overheating, bones aching so bad I can't move, loss of appetite, and really bad night terrors, but I think that has more to do with the fact that this is my first year living by myself in the center of New York City. Yeah, all of that but dialed up by, like, 10." Kayla mused, she shrugged her shoulders in the end as if to say 'Y'know, the usual.'
Ramona stared at her blankly for a solid three minutes before speaking again, "Santana. None of that is normal. I have half a mind to call your mom and tell her what you just told me. The only thing stopping me is doctor-patient confidentiality."
She pouted, her mother didn't need to know any of this. She was dealing with her own things. It's the very reason she hadn't mentioned this to either of her parents. Also, she hadn't really known that anything was wrong. She really just came here to get a higher dosage of her suppressants.
Dr. Davis rubbed a hand down her face, "How long have your heats been like this?"
"Since I started having them, but they didn't get really bad until like six weeks ago give or take."
Ramona nodded, "You said this was the first time you're living fully by yourself. How long has it been since you lived with an alpha?"
"Uh, not since being home with my dad. I'm 24 and I moved out at 18, so, six years ago." Santana frowned, she desperately needed to find out where the professional was going with this.
Ramona thought for a second. She had a hunch, of what part of the problem was. She can't really do anything about Santana's "normal" heat symptoms but she does have a cure that should dial back the frequency and intensity, she just had a sneaking suspicion that Santana would absolutely hate it. Because if she didn't hate the idea, then the problem would be fixed already.
But first, a couple more questions, "Santana, when was the last time you were knotted?"
"Like three years ago?"
Dr. Davis surmises that Santana must have impeccable self-control and she's not sure if that's a good thing or not.
"Okay, last question before I let you in on my thought process. Have you been in close proximity to any unmated alphas lately? Like not just standing behind one in a line or sitting next to one in class, I mean actually spending time with any."
"Yeah...two." Santana was starting to pick up the pieces, and no, she did not like where this is going.
"Ah, the final piece of the puzzle," Ramona wrote some notes down on Santana's file, "Alright. So here's what I think is going on, you haven't been in the presence of an alpha for at least three years. And all of a sudden you're surrounded by two. Probably encountering many more pheromones than you had in the past three years combined. It doesn't help that those alphas are readily available and your omega is very aware of this. Your heats are out of wack because, one, it sounds like you've just been chugging through them like nothing is wrong, not taking a knot or anything even remotely useful, and two, because of these new alphas. It's almost like your teasing your omega and she's fighting back. Triggering random and intense heats to trick you into mating with one of them."
Santana stared back at her absolutely horrified, "I'm trying to kill myself?"
"That's not what I said."
"That's what it sounded like. Anyway, how do I get it to stop? I'm sure you know this isn't very fun."
"I can imagine. There's really one way that can help..."
"Stop stalling, Doc."
"You're going to have to take one of their knots. I know, I know. Stop looking at me like that. It's the only way. Once you do that, your omega will calm down and you can go back to your life. Look, it doesn't even have to be one of theirs. You're going to do that and I'm going to write you a prescription for some muscle relaxers but your suppressants are staying the same."
Santana looked like she wanted to puke at the thought of doing that with anyone else other than Quinn or Rachel.
"Okay, it has to be one of theirs."
Santana still looked a bit apprehensive.
Ramona sighed, it looked like she was going to have to pretend to be her wife today. Her wife was a psychologist who worked down the hall.
"What's got you so hesitant, San?"
Santana sighed and her shoulders slumped, "I don't want to have to choose between them. I like them both. A lot."
"Who said you have to choose? You might eventually when you're ready to mate, but for now, you don't have to worry about that."
"What if I am ready to mate?" Santana mumbled.
"Then yeah, you might have a problem on your hands."
Santana threw her hands up in the air exasperated, "I don't even know if they would even want to have sex with me."
Ramona rolled her eyes at that, "Okay, here's what you're going to do. I'm going to sit here, and you're going call both of them and ask."
Santana began to protest, "Ah. No. You're going to do it. I can tell you've been putting this off and it's starting to nag at you. You're a 24-year-old unmated omega. There is absolutely no reason you should be doubting your sex appeal."
"Fine," Santana grumbled. Her hands shook as she picked up her phone and tapped on her recents. They were both coincidently the last people she had talked to. Rachel being the latest, as they were confirming plans for later that day.
Rachel answered on the second ring, "Hey, Babe. What's up?"
Santana blushed at the pet name, she sighed before deciding to just rip it off like a bandaid, "Do you want to have sex with me?"
There's a clattering and then a curse on the other end. A second later Rachel started speaking again, "I'm sorry, I dropped my phone. Yes. The answer is yes." Santana hung up without another word. A heavy blush encompassing her scowl.
It seemed like Quinn answered the phone before Santana even pressed the call button, "Fabray Crematorium. You kill 'em, we grill 'em. How may I help you?"
"How many times do I have to tell you that's not funny?"
"Until I believe you."
"Anyway. Do you want to have sex with me?"
It sounds like Quinn starts to hyperventilate.
"I very do a lot."
"What?"
"Yes. The answer is yes."
Santana hung up and glared at the doctor, "Happy?"
"Are you?"
Santana had never felt a boost of confidence such as the verbal reassurance of alphas being sexually attracted to her, but Ramona didn't need to know that.
"So, now you know they want to. The next step is to do it." Dr. Davis patted her on the shoulder reassuringly.
Santana nodded resolutely. The next step is to do it.
Dr. Davis handed her the prescription for the muscle relaxers and ushered her out the door.
Santana arrived at Rachel's penthouse with a renewed sense of determination.
She's was let into the fancy apartment building and then into the penthouse fairly easily. She assumed Rachel had prepared whoever needed to be prepared for her arrival.
Rachel, over lunch one day, had finally let slip her actual job description. Santana had only shrugged more or less. She wasn't stupid. You don't wear custom Armani suits and pay for your Starbucks with a black credit card without being the CEO of something.
Rachel seemed forever grateful she hadn't made a big deal about it.
As soon as she laid eyes on Rachel, her core clenched. The alpha was wearing a grey t-shirt and a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, and yet for some reason, she still got weak in the knees.
Rachel greeted her with a peck on the cheek and a happy smile, "How was your day?"
Santana blinked, "Interesting. How was yours?"
"Boring at first. It's my first day off in months and I didn't know what to do with myself. Then I got an interesting phone call from an interesting person asking an interesting question. So I'd say my day was interesting as well."
Rachel led them deeper into the penthouse, which Santana later will realize is only the first floor.
"Yeah, sorry if I caught you off guard with that?" Santana looked down and blushed.
Rachel shrugged, "It's fine. I admired the forwardness."
Santana chuckled at that.
"So, I was originally going to cook for you, but then at the very last second, I remembered I can't cook. But I can drink wine. And I'm very good at buying it too, so I figured we could have an impromptu wine tasting." Rachel gestured into her kitchen where a bunch of glasses filled with different pigments of wine had been set up.
"You just want to see me drunk." Santana tapped Rachel playfully on the arm.
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't have any ulterior motives."
Santana made it three glasses in before she practically jumped Rachel. In her defense, her mini-heat was still simmering under the surface.
Their lips smashed together in a desperate ruse for them to get closer. Rachel's hands on her hips and Santana's in her hair. She released her grip on the other woman's hair, she reached down to her own shirt. Gripping at the hem and yanking it over her head.
Rachel blinked slowly, "Are you sure about this?" She asked, even as Santana's hands traveled to the button of Rachel's jeans.
Santana captured Rachel's lips again in a quick, searing kiss, "What about any of this says unsure to you?"
That's all Santana needs to continue.
It's not really evident how they found themselves in Rachel's bed. Both of them had sort of partially blacked out.
Save for her boxer-briefs, Rachel was completely naked as she nipped at Santana's neck. She mewled and whined. Her hips rolling up into Rachel's thigh.
"You're so wet." Rachel practically growled into Santana's ear. She can easily tell by the amount collecting on her thigh every time Santana bucked her hips.
"Rach, need you inside of me."
Rachel is all too happy to oblige. She kicked off her boxers quickly, then leaned over toward her bedside table. She rummaged around in the drawer without looking. Santana was completely naked under her, her eyes were bit preoccupied.
It took about 20 more seconds for the alpha to locate what she had been looking for.
"Safety first," Rachel exclaimed as she held up the condom. Santana rolled her eyes, she was a bit too far gone to care about safety at the moment. This all seemed like a waste of precious time to her.
It felt like ages before Rachel was finally inside of her. Santana couldn't help but clench just about as soon as Rachel had entered.
The relief she felt was almost instantaneous. That feeling of finally being filled almost pushed her over the edge right then and there.
Rachel rocked her hips back lightly. Allowing Santana to adjust.
Santana did so quickly apparently. Her hips rocking up into Rachel once again.
"Rae, harder."
Rachel grunted and obliged. Her hips slamming into the woman harder than before. Santana was about as tight as Rachel had imagined she would be, and that was serving to make this that much more difficult.
She'd be damned if she didn't even last ten minutes. How embarrassing would that be?
"Fuck." Santana moaned breathily. She felt like she was floating. The coil in her stomach tightening in time with the curling of her toes.
"You're so gorgeous." Rachel whispered into Santana's shoulder. She nipped at the skin there, trying to abate her need to bite the omega's mating gland.
Santana's not listening. She can feel Rachel's knot beginning to form, and her main goal is to get it inside of her. So, she relaxed as much as she could and wrapped her legs around Rachel's waist. Pulling her closer.
They both released almost identical moans.
"God, you're trying to kill me, aren't you?" Rachel grunted just as her knot popped into the omega.
It took just about all her willpower not to latch onto Santana's neck.
Santana's back arched as she fell over the edge. Her breathy moans becoming a bit more high pitched.
Rachel groaned as she released into the condom.
As they came down Santana began to giggle.
Rachel scowled, "What are you laughing at?"
"Oh, calm down. I'm laughing because I normally pride my self on having great self control. I demonstrated quite the opposite just then."
"Hey, we all need to let go every once in a while." Rachel shrugged and shifted them to a more comfortable position.
Santana gasped as she felt the knot tug a bit. They would be tied together for a bit longer.
She sighed happily, then snuggled closer into Rachel.
Within seconds, she's out like a light.
Santana woke to her phone vibrating precariously next to her head.
In the night, her and Rachel had since shifted. They were no longer tied, and had took advantage of that. Her back was pressed into Rachel's front, with Rachel's arm slung across Santana's waist.
Santana answered her phone without looking at caller id.
"Hello?"
"Hey. You weren't sleep were you?" Santana frowned at the tone of Quinn's voice. She sounded exhausted and maybe even a little upset.
"Uh. No. Why? What's up?"
Quinn huffed a bit before sighing, "Do you mind coming over here and watching Beth for a bit. She's not feeling well and I need to go pick up some medicine for her. I know it's late-"
"I'll be right over, Quinn."
"Thanks."
It's surprisingly easy for her to slip out from under Rachel. Tiptoe out of the room, locate her clothes, then head out the apartment. All without waking her.
Santana is at Quinn's in record time. She smoothed out her wrinkled shirt before knocking on the door lightly.
It doesn't occur to her that Quinn is most definitely going to smell Rachel on her until Quinn opens the door and looks at her like that.
Part sad, part angry, part proven right?
Her jaw is clenched and she won't look Santana in the eyes. Instead she looked right passed her into the hallway. Santana wanted to say something. Apologize maybe. Deal out excuses. She's not sure. Quinn beat her to it anyway.
"...Thank you. I didn't want to bring her with me at risk of her getting sicker. And everyone else was busy. Or Asleep." Quinn looked a bit resigned. Like she expected this and it was what it was.
She brushed passed Santana easily, then hurrried down to her car. She might punch her dashboard out of anger and jealousy, but it's the middle of the night. No one is there to confirm or deny that part.
Santana took a deep breath. She didn't like that look Quinn gave her. It made her feel gross, guilty, and quite frankly, sick to her stomach.
She doesn't have time to wallow, because she can hear Beth whimpering through the baby monitor placed on the coffee table.
She walked into the toddler's room to find Beth balancing over the ledge of crib. Clearly in the middle of an escape.
"Hi, Baby B. Do you mind if I help you?"
Beth huffed before reaching for Santana. Santana scooped the child into her arms easily. Beth cuddled herself into her neck.
"Thank you for letting me help. You give the best hugs."
The toddler lifted her head from the omega's shoulder, "Better than mama?"
Santana chuckled lightly, "Yes, better hugs than your mom."
Beth laid her head back as Santana walked them back to the livingroom. Santana sat down on the sofa as they waited for Quinn to get back.
"Don't feel good." Beth mumbled tiredly into the woman's neck.
"I know you don't. That's why your mom went to go get some medicine for you. You know, I think you hit the mom jackpot with that one."
Beth shrugged and yawned. It's only about three seconds later that the toddler passes out.
Santana just continued to rub the girl's back.
Quinn came back to see Beth passed out on Santana's chest, and Santana passed out on the couch.
She begrudgingly took a pic of the admittedly adorable sight.
She eventually decided to post the picture to her Instagram. Jealousy only partially driving that decision.
Quinn pocketed her phone and stood in the door way for a few more seconds. Beth looked very content to stay where she was, so Quinn let her.
She sighed, "I'm working on it, kid. I just wish I knew what I was up against."
Santana woke up without the crick in her neck she thought she would. She soon realized it was because she was in a bed and not on the couch she had thought she fell asleep in.
She hobbled out of the bed. She peered into Beth's room to find her sleeping soundly in the crib.
She padded into the living room next. The tv was on but it didn't seem obvious that it was being watched.
"Morning." Santana jumped.
She turned around to the voice. Quinn was standing at the kitchen island, sipping on a cup of coffee. Quinn looked like she had gotten exactly zero hours of sleep that night. Her face was blank and she was wearing the same thing she had left in.
"Morning... How'd I get into your bed?"
"I carried you there. You looked uncomfortable." Quinn's face remained blank. Her eyes pointed in the direction of the television.
"Where did you sleep?"
"I didn't."
"Quinn..."
"Thanks for watching Beth again." Quinn's jaw clenched and her leg bounced on the linoleum, "I'll see you later."
Santana wrapped her arms around herself. She nodded as she headed for the front door.
"Tell Beth I'll see her next week?"
Quinn only hummed.
Santana took a shakey breath as she left the apartment. She left the building with her arms still wrapped around herself.
Somehow, this felt more like the walk of shame then leaving Rachel's had.
She pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number.
"What's up?"
"Can we meet up, I really need to talk."
"Of course. You know where to meet me. Give me ten minutes."
Santana breathed a watery sigh of relief, "Thank you."