A.N. Last chapter! The sequel, Vellichor, will be posted on the same schedule as this one. It's 14 chapters and is also complete. It's anthology until half way through then things get serious. You'll see.
Teenage Dream, Darren's version of course.
"I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight. Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight."
Santana knocked on the door insistently. Her heat is in full swing now, and she can practically smell her alpha through the door.
The door swung open with a flourish, "Where's the fire?!"
Santana squared her shoulders. She stood up as tall as she could while fighting that empty feeling in her core.
"Where's Elizabeth?"
"With Brittany and Marley. You never say her whole name...Why-" Santana cut Quinn off with a bruising kiss that ends up pushing them back into Quinn's apartment.
"God Santana, are you in heat?" Quinn already knew the answer. Santana smelled amazing. Almost like warm, fresh linen and a whole lot of home.
"You're so smart." Santana seemed a bit miffed about breaking apart, but Quinn needed to have some things cleared up first.
She had to ask her questions now because once Santana was really immersed in the throws of her heat, there wouldn't be much of any coherency for a while.
"And you want me to help you through it. Did you want me to bite you? Do you want to be my mate?"
"Yes, Quinn."
"...Cool." Quinn sniffled.
"Are you crying?"
"No. There's like a lot of dust around here and-"
Santana latched back on to Quinn's lips with a deep groan. Quinn chuckled a bit.
"Unless you want to be interrupted you're going to have to stop and let me tell Britt and Marley they need to keep Beth a bit longer."
Santana whined.
"I know, but calm down for a second."
Clearly Quinn had no idea what it was like to be in heat. Calming down for a second was just about out of the question.
Quinn's not looking at her, she's instead looking for her phone (it's in her hand) frantically. Santana decided this was the perfect time to start fighting her clothes off of her body. If only because she's starting to overheat.
"Oh, I was holding it!"
The One With The Kid: Take Beth to Disneyworld or something for the next like three days
Big and Tall: uh...why?
The One With The Kid: Santana
Big and Tall: Say no more
Big and Tall: P.S. I told you so
Brittany hadn't told her shit, but that was neither here nor there at this point.
Quinn placed her phone into her back pocket. She turned back around to Santana.
"When the hell did you get naked?!"
Santana doesn't really say much of anything in answer. She's splayed across Quinn's couch, her hand hidden between her thighs.
"Well, we're definitely not doing this on the couch."
Santana is not listening to Quinn.
"You're going to make me carry you, aren't you?" Quinn is already performing the task before she even finishes her own sentence.
The apartment isn't that big, so it doesn't take long for Quinn to navigate the hallway connecting the livingroom to the bedrooms.
She set Santana down on the bed before frantically wrestling off her own clothing, then joining Santana on the mattress.
Quinn ran her hand up the length of Santana's side. Santana pressed herself into Quinn's cool palm as much as she could.
"Remember that time I got you to beg. Yeah, I'm totally going to do that again."
Santana's scowl is extremely lackluster by normal standards. And it all but disappeared as Quinn pressed her lips to the side of her throat.
"Q." Santana mewled.
Quinn slid up to the omega's ear, a direct contrast to her left hand which was slithering down Santana's stomach to replace her hand between her legs.
"Yes?"
Santana jerked in response to Quinn's fingers coming into delicate contact with her center.
"Please, need you." Santana's words leave her mouth in small pants. Quinn hummed lightly, and Santana swore she could feel it.
"Hm. That was easier than I thought it would be." Quinn mumbled, her lips grazed over Santana's ear as she spoke. She sorta liked the chase. But no matter. She easily batted away Santana's hand and circled her fingers.
"Fuck, you're stunning."
Quinn occupied her opposite hand with trailing her fingers over a pert nipple, drawing a small gasp.
Santana keened, she brung her hand up to claw at Quinn's shoulder, urging her to provide her with more.
Quinn's lips smashed down onto Santana's. She readily gave up control to Quinn. It would be a bit redundant to keep up the ruse now.
Eventually, Quinn does start doing what Santana wanted her to.
Quinn's fingers left the sensitivity of Santana's clit to do the same to her entrance. Only this time, she doesn't tease for long. Her index finger slipped into Santana easily.
Santana moaned loudly, her back arching enough to push her into Quinn slightly.
"You're so wet." She continued to pump her finger in and out slowly. Partially distracted by the pleasure playing across her omega's face.
Santana's just about gasping now.
"Quinn. More. Please."
Another finger of the alpha's slipped into the other woman, the resulting whimper is probably the loudest one yet and just as desperate as all its predecessors.
She pulled out then pushed back in slowly, her palm catching on the omega's swollen clit.
Quinn sped up without having to be urged to. She could see exactly what Santana wanted in her face.
Santana's mewls and whimpers grew in pitch and frequency. Her hips bucked up into Quinn's hand on just about every thrust.
"Fuck!"
Santana released into Quinn's hand soon after. She's eased over the edge by Quinn's light nips at her collarbone.
After taking a much needed moment to catch her breath, Santana pulled Quinn closer to her and in for a properly impatient kiss.
Quinn settled between Santana's legs, she lined herself up with the omega's entrance, keeping an eye out for any signs of discomfort from Santana.
Santana took in a sharp intake of breath. Her lip caught between her teeth, as Quinn pushed into her haltingly.
They groan simultaneously as Quinn bottomed out.
Quinn knew neither of them would last very long. She can tell Santana is close again and she's not that far behind. She's sure under different circumstances that she would be embarrassed, but neither of them can bring themselves to care that much.
Quinn's hips pick up speed on their own accord. Santana's nails dig into Quinn's shoulder as they do.
Quinn eyed a spot on the right side of Santana's slender neck for her mark to go.
"F-fuck, Alpha, faster." Quinn agreed fairly easily, squaring her hips and picking up the pace. She pounded into the omega below her, moaning deeply.
Her knot had formed quickly, and it only took a couple more thrusts of her hips for it to slip into the omega under her.
Santana stretched her neck as she released, presenting the expanse of skin to Quinn. The alpha growled lowly, latching onto the woman's neck. The delicate skin of her neck doesn't break and Quinn took pride in that. Any pain that Santana would have felt is quickly overtaken by the visceral relief she feels of their bond coming together.
Santana clenched around Quinn, causing her to finally fall over the edge. Santana is thrown into another gentler spasm at the feeling of Quinn spilling inside of her.
Quinn pulled her hips back experimentally. Mentally clapping herself on the back when Santana groaned at the tug.
She carefully flipped so Santana was on top of her and she didn't crush her when her arms finally gave out.
"I feel like we should high five or something after that." Quinn suggested.
Santana blinked at her tiredly, "Something's wrong with you."
"Yeah, but you love me..." It came out a bit questioning despite Quinn's probable attempts to keep it a statement.
"Yeah, I do love you." Santana lets her head rest in the crook of Quinn's neck.
Quinn took this opportunity to test out a theory. She stuck her nose in the crook of Santana's neck and inhaled deeply. Her theory is just about instantly confirmed.
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
"I'm sorry, did you just sniff me?"
"Needed to confirm something."
"And what might that be?"
"You're pregnant."
"I don't think it works that quickly, Quinn."
Santana very distantly acknowledged that this did explain a few things.
"Not talking about from today, though if you weren't already, you definitely would be now. I'm talking about a couple months back. I was a bit too occupied to think about protection. I had my suspicions back at the hospital, but I couldn't like just stick my nose in your neck. And you would have kicked me if I just handed you a pregnancy test." Quinn shrugged as much as she could with a person laying on top of her.
"You didn't think that would have been pertinent information!?"
"I wasn't sure!"
"We will resume this conversation when I'm not in heat."
Almost as soon as those words left her mouth, Santana was out of it again.
Quinn thinks Santana tried to kill her during her heat. She just kept going, like she had absolutely no need for sleep or food, which Quinn knew not to be true.
Santana barely had any recollection of any conversations they had (well except for one) while she was in heat, so she thinks Quinn is full of it.
Speaking of the one she does remember...
"So..." Santana inquired.
"So?" Quinn is currently in the middle of a staring contest with her three year old. The three year old is winning.
"I'm pregnant..." Santana continued.
The three year old won.
"I mean we should probably see a doctor to confirm, but I'm pretty sure. It's hard to explain how I know. It's like there's you and then something else. Something extra? Like I can smell you and you plus something different. Alpha stuff I guess." Quinn grimaced. That was a horrible explanation, but it was the best she could do.
Santana chuckled lightly, "I believe you, Quinn. That's not really what I meant. I mean what does it mean for us?"
Quinn removed Beth from the counter and placed her on the floor. The toddler ran away hurriedly only to smack into Santana's legs.
"Well, I imprinted on you-"
That explained why Santana could never tell who it was based off of emotions alone. Rachel isn't very intense (in that way at least) in general and everytime Quinn had an intense emotion Santana was already having that same intense emotion as well because they were probably yelling at each other. Now that she thinks about it, that was probably foreplay for them. Nevertheless, it was hard to tell the difference between very sad and also very sad.
"-and I mated you, and I got you pregnant, I think I successfully managed to trick you into sticking with me for the rest of our lives." Quinn smiled triumphantly. One of the plans she had made for herself in 27 years of existing had finally come together. Even if she did stumble her way through it.
"You seem way too proud of that." Santana bent down to pick up Beth. She settled her on her hip.
"Oh, that's because I am. I'd even do a little victory dance if I thought I wouldn't trip and bust my head open." Quinn settled for patting herself on her back enthusiastically.
Santana didn't reward any of that with a response, but she did gaze at Quinn lovingly. She doesn't think she could hide that even if she tried anymore.
"I-"
"If you're about to apologize again, save it. I've told you, it's okay. Besides, I won." Quinn scooted from behind the kitchen island and approached Santana. Santana doesn't try to convince Quinn that she wasn't going to apologize, because Quinn could read her now. Quinn just knew.
"I don't know how I feel about you applying I was something to be won."
Quinn smiled softly, "I got you, didn't I? Which is exactly what I wanted. So yeah, I won."
Santana sighed wistfully as Quinn placed a soft kiss to her cheek, ignoring Beth's glare. She was a baby alpha and had recently decided that Santana was her favorite. And had taken to growling at her mother whenever she got too close.
"So you were first place after all, huh?"
Quinn smirked, "Always."
A.N. I hope I didn't disappoint anyone too bad, lol. If you knew that it was Quinn very early on, that is perfectly fine. Quinn and Rachel were never supposed to be dead even, because that's not very realistic. Before anyone asks, no I'm not writing a Rachel alternate ending because that seems like a copout to me. We went through this journey only for me to minimize it by suggesting it could have turned out differently with all of the same story factors? Too inauthentic y'know.