Brittany's about to offer Rachel a ride home from their dance class when she scowls and remembers that her parents confiscated her keys. Stupid brother. Her dad never would have known about it if he had just kept his stupid mouth shut. She's eighteen and it's not like her parents should really even care. "My mom is coming to get me, but if you still want a ride—"
Rachel hesitates. She and Brittany usually trade off driving back from dance during the week and since it was Thursday she had just assumed Brittany would be taking her home. She could wait for her dad to come pick her up or bring the car, but that seems like it would take a while. "I don't know, I don't want to be an inconvenience."
Brittany shakes her head and throws her duffel bag over her shoulder. "It's not a big deal, they're probably already waiting." Quinton had been oddly weird about tagging along with their mom and picking her up from her stuff. She'd asked him about it, but he blushed furiously and ran up to his room, so she's pretty sure it's some weird boy thing. "Fair warning, my brother will probably be there too."
"Charlie?"
"No, the mostly normal one. Quinn. Although he's been really weird, so just ignore him if he says anything weird."
Rachel nodded, smirking as she grabbed her own bag. "Sure."
Just as Brittany had predicted, Judy was already waiting out front. Brittany rolled her eyes at the sight of Quinn waiting outside the car like he was trying to be cool or something. What a loser. She waits until she's close enough that she doesn't have to yell. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing." He shrugs nervously, not meeting their eyes.
"Okay." Brittany eyed him carefully. "Get in Rachel."
"You can sit up front, I'll—just, uh—"
Now Brittany knew something was up. Shotgun had the most legroom and Quinton was enough an ass that he put his chair all the way back. She turns to look at Rachel who was studying Quinton carefully. She leans in, "Quinton, I told Rachel that you were the normal one, stop being weird, just push your seat up, we'll sit in the back. I want to talk to Rachel about what we learned in dance class today."
Quinton opens his mouth to say something but he notices that Rachel is staring at him and his throat goes dry. "Ri—right," his voice cracks at the most inopportune time and he sinks in his seat when Rachel shoots him an amused look. He fucking hated puberty, all this body changing was crap and embarrassing.
Brittany slides into the back seat and tosses her bag into the back as Rachel slides in after her. She flicks her eyes to Quinton for a moment before shaking her head and launching into the latest choreography that she had mentally envisioned. "That's what you should do for your NYADA audition Rachel. It'll totally get you in. It's complicated but you need to show them that you're a triple threat. Singing, dancing, acting. You want to be on Broadway right? You're going to need to do all three."
"Of course, I'll need to pick the perfect song—" Rachel agrees, she feels someone watching her and looks forward to meet Quinn's eyes staring at her. "Oh." She startles a little. "Hi?"
Brittany glares at her brother. "What are you doing?" She turns to Judy, "Mom, tell Quinton to stop being weird and staring at Rachel."
"Quinton, why don't you look forward?" Judy warns, glancing over at her son curiously. He's acting odd. "I don't want you getting car sick and throwing up all over your sister and her friend."
"Mom." Quinn cried. He couldn't believe she would say that in front of Rachel.
"Eyes up front." She reminds. She doesn't feel bad at all. If he does get sick (which would not be the first time) it would be far more embarrassing.
Brittany shakes her head. "Sorry about that."
"No." Rachel smiles reassuringly turning to her friend. "It's fine. I just—" She furrows her brow when she feels it again. She doesn't want to embarrass Brittany's brother, he's kind of cute after all and smells better than anyone else she's ever met, but he's fourteen.
Brittany looks up when Rachel pauses and catches Quinn watching her in the mirror embedded in her visor. "Quinton. What the fuck—"
"Brittany." Judy barks. "Quinton, you leave your sister and her friend alone."
"You're so pretty." Quinn sighs into the mirror before Judy reaches over and slams the visor back to the top of the car.
Rachel blushes furiously. She's fairly certain Quinton didn't mean to say that out loud which meant that he probably didn't intend for her to hear that. She knew she wasn't ugly, but never before had someone fawned over her so openly. It was almost sweet, if not for the fact that he was fourteen it might even be cute. Unfortunately, all it ended up being was awkward. "Thanks?" She bit her lip.
"Why do you have to be such a freak?" Brittany banged her head against the back of the seat. Rachel was a friend—a fairly good one at that. They had even talked about rooming together if they both went to New York and Quinn was going to ruin it. "I take it back, you're definitely not the normal one."
"Don't be so hard on him." Rachel isn't sure why she feels the need to defend this young alpha, but the words slip out of her before she even thinks them. She's grateful that Judy turns the corner to her fathers' house. Mercifully, the car pulls to a stop before she has to worry about saying anything else. "Thank you so much for the ride Mrs. Fabray."
"Call me Judy, please, and it was no trouble at all."
"See you Brittany," She glances at the young alpha in the front seat and settles for the first thing she can think of. "It was nice meeting you Quinton."
Quinton turns a bright red and sinks down in his seat and waves lamely to Rachel, "Nice meeting you Rachel." His voice cracks again and he slinks down in his seat, she was definitely his mate.
Brittany waves at Rachel before waiting until she's inside her house before leaning in and smacking Quinton upside the head, "What was that?"
Quinton tears his eyes off Rachel's house for a moment and looks at Brittany and then his mother, they were each giving him a strange look. "What was what?" He clears his throat when his voice cracks again and shakes his head.
"That. What was that?" Brittany insists staring at Quinton, even Charlie had better social graces than that, and he could actually talk to other women without coming off as some weirdo.
"That was your brother having a crush on an omega," Judy filled in looking at Quinton who flushed. She reached over to pinch his cheek. "It happens, if you need more tissues let me know."
"Gross."
"Mom." Quinn whined.
"I know it's hard for you watching Charlie with Santana but you'll find your mate one day." Judy assures. Sometimes she forgets that for all of the talks they've given Charlie and Santana about sex, Quinton hasn't been subjected to the same. "But maybe I'll send your brother over to Santana's and you, your father and I can sit down and talk about your changing body."
Quinn sunk down in his seat. This was absolutely mortifying. "Can we not?"
"Can I take video?" Brittany chuckled at his embarrassment.
"Brittany, if you don't have anything helpful to add—it's not nice to make fun of Quinton. Rachel seems like a nice girl; I mean I do find it a bit suspect that she has the same build as Santana though."
"She does not." Quinn grumbles. Rachel is the prettiest girl he's ever seen. She doesn't look anything like Santana. Santana is dumb and sure she's a decent friend half the time but there's nothing great about her. Rachel is totally different.
Brittany pauses thoughtfully. "No, yeah, I can see that. You're right mom. Aw, Quinnie, that's adorable."
Quin sunk even lower in his chair, his cheeks bright red. He needed to find a way to talk to Rachel without coming off like a child, or an idiot. Preferably when Brittany wasn't anywhere near them and definitely away from his mom. He wondered if Rachel could smell it too.
~O~
"Mmm, I missed this." Santana hums as Charlie kisses her jawline. Her parents were rarely home, but the Fabrays had been on the patrol lately. So maybe Charlie had lied about soccer tryouts for the school team, and instead of heading towards the field he had simply walked to Santana's place. They were together and really that was all that mattered.
"Me too." Charlie agrees. He flushes a bit and adjusts his hardon in his shorts, this was it. They were going to do it. He bites his lip nervously, "Uh—I did bring over some condoms. You know—safety first."
Part of her wants to laugh—safety?—she's just as nervous as he is, but she's the alpha and someone has to pretend to know what they are doing. She nods despite the butterflies flittering in her stomach. "Good, that was smart."
He beams at the praise. "I just—uh—really want this."
She kisses him, pushing him back against her pillows. He responds eagerly, and she could feel the his hardon through his shorts. "Someone's excited to see me." She says and instantly cringes. It was so cheesy, she had always thought that she would be much cooler when this time came.
But Charlie grins like he doesn't even notice. He did, but he loves it when Santana's a little sappy. It's a side that only he gets to see, and it makes this feel even more special. He loved her more than anything, he had always loved her even when he had no idea that the reason his stomach got all weird around Santana was because he had feelings for her. "Always," he murmurs kissing her again. This was so much better than all of his fantasies.
This was it, in a few short days school was finally going to start and she was going to have it all. She was going to become a cheerleader, and more importantly she was going to be the only alpha who had her mate. It was important because Charlie was quickly coming into his looks, and she knew by the time he was fully grown if he continued to work out like he did, he was going to be the hottest boy in McKinley. So long as he got the right haircut. She shudders feeling Charlie's fingers start to roam her body, paying special attention to her breasts. "As fun as watching you grope my boobs for hours is, we don't have all day Charlie, so let's get straight to the main course."
He gulps and nods a couple more times than is actually needed. He could do this, he could have sex with Santana. It was simply in the hips, and he'd have to go slow first—he had read that it might hurt the first time and that was the last thing he wanted. He grips Santana's shirt and tugs it off quickly. He's immediately taken in by her boobs and stares openly at them. He had never really seen Santana shirtless before. Sure there had been bikinis but not like this, at least not since they had been children.
Santana gently nudges his head with hers, "Focus Charlie," she instructs taking charge, she sits up and wiggles out of the rest of her clothes, feeling a bit self-conscious when Charlie can't seem to take his eyes off her. He was such a dork.
"Right." He slips off his boxers stumbling a little in his haste. His dick is practically throbbing. He pauses and looks at Santana scratching his head. He stops as if remembering something and immediately reaches for his shorts, fumbling around for the condom that he had put in his wallet. "Where is it?"
Santana watches him fumble around a bit, that panicked look in his eye and takes pity on him. "Charlie you don't need it today, I'm on birth control and my last heat was a month ago which means I have two more and I—sorta want to feel you—you know?"
Charlie drops his pants and nods biting his lip, "O-okay," he stutters and swallows. This was it, he was going to have sex with his best friend, and the person he loved more than anyone else in the world. He moves to the bed and kisses Santana again, feeling her hands on his chest and then shoulders guiding him as she lays back down.
He pauses, kneeling over her his dick is practically leaking but he holds back. "Uh—so, should I just."
"Fuck Charlie, just—" She huffs and puts her hands on his hips, pulling him closer. He finally wraps his own hand around his dick to guide it inside of her, though he hesitates yet again and stares at her holes curiously. "I swear if you put it in my butt I will cut it off."
Charlie pales for a moment and nods before slowly pressing his dick against her opening, it felt good and warm and wet and he can't help himself as he pushes his hips forward, taking Santana's virginity in one smooth motion. Being inside her is heavenly and he lets out a throaty groan, before remembering that he might have moved too fast. "Are you okay?"
"Just—yes—I need more." She grunts, pushing her hips forward. His initial entry had made her feel slightly uncomfortable but it felt right. He felt right, now they just needed to get this thing going. They could explain this to their parents later.
He thrusts his own hips to meet her, pushing into her and pulling back. Sex was awesome. Sex with Santana certainly beat using his hand, and he didn't even need to use any lotion. He speeds up a bit, trying to find his rhythm, but it feels too good, and it feels like Santana was made for him. He grunts again and after a few more quick pumps he orgasms. A huge goofy smile crosses his face, "Wow," he mumbles.
"Wow what? Why are you stopping?" She nearly cries out in frustration. It was just starting to feel good. She's close, almost at the edge and she can't figure out why he's pulled away completely.
He rolls over onto the bed beside her, breathing heavily. "That was amazing."
"Amazing?" She sits up, glancing over to his softening dick in frustration. It's not supposed to be getting soft, she's still miles away from some sort of release. "You're done?"
"Well yeah. Didn't you think?" He glances over at her with a big dopey grin. "I didn't hurt you, right?"
"No, you didn't fucking hurt me." Santana spits, flopping back against the bed and balling up her fists at the side of her head. This wasn't fair. She'd been waiting for him for years and all he lasts is a couple of cheap thrusts?
"Oh good." He slides up closer to her, wanting her close to him. They hadn't bonded, sure, they'd probably have to do it when he could last a little longer but this was new and wonderful.
She pushes him away, "How long was it?" She mutters to herself, glancing over to the clock to confirm that it had only been two stupid ass minutes.
"Pretty long." Charlie comments obliviously. He'd tried to hold on and was pretty proud of himself for lasting as long as he did.
She glanced at him like he had grown another head. Eleven years. That's how long they had been waiting. Okay for most of that she didn't know exactly what she was missing, but eleven years without Charlie being hers. And it was only two minutes? She wants to call him out on it and inform him that two minutes didn't count as sex but he's got that dopey pleased smile on his face and she bites back the scathing commentary. "Can you go again?"
Charlie blinks at the request, "It was that good for you?" He questions surprised, he had never really tried doing it again after orgasming. If he was being honest with himself he felt sort of tired.
She debates lying to him, but she can't do it when he puffs out his chest. She couldn't let him think he was some idiot savant when it came to sex. It was mostly the idiot part right now. "No, that's why I'm asking if you can go again."
"Uh—I don't think so." Charlie admits crinkling his nose. "We can try again another time right?"
"No we can't just try again. This was our shot you idiot. You think we're going to get another chance with my parents gone and yours distracted?"
"Well, yeah—I mean your parent's aren't really home that much so—"
She grabs a pillow and smacks him with it as hard as she can. "Get out." Now is not the time for him to be commenting on her absent parents, especially when he couldn't last more than two minutes.
"What?" Charlie's brow furrowed, this wasn't supposed to be happening. He was supposed to be cuddling with Santana on her bed and kissing her some more and maybe playing with her boobs.
"I said get out," Santana snaps at him shoving him off her bed. She wasn't even going to be able to get herself off. Now that she and Charlie had been so close, her methods of dealing with this frustration wouldn't work anymore.
He fumbles around for his pants, he frowns and looks at Santana for a moment. "I'm sorry?" It had always worked before when Santana was mad at him.
"Get out." She groans again. She wasn't going to admit that her parents were right. Not today, and maybe not ever.
"Okay, but—" He pauses to see if she's going to change her mind. When it's clear that she won't he smiles apologetically. "I love you."
She rolls over and ignores him. It's enough that she's not yelling at him, but whatever he's done he's pretty sure that she's furious with him. At least they got to have sex—maybe that's why she hasn't murdered him completely.
She waits until she's sure she hears the front door shut and sighs against the mattress. "Love you too, idiot."
~O~
Judy tilts her head when she hears the front door close and crinkles her nose, someone had just had sex. Quinton and Brittany were around the house somewhere and she knew that Russell hadn't done anything. Immediately she puts down the carrot that she had been chopping and grabs the towel to dry her hands moving towards the smell. She frowns when she notices Charlie attempting to sneak upstairs. "Charles Regan Fabray."
Charlie freezes and swallows turning to face his mother. First Santana was upset with him and now this? "We didn't bond?" When his mother's glare doesn't lessen he swallows again. "I love you mom? Did you do something with your hair? You look really pretty today."
"That hasn't worked since you were three years old Charles," Judy marched up to him and immediately pulled his shirt collar to check his shoulders, Santana's favorite spot to bite Charlie had always been his shoulder, but they are remarkably bare at this moment. "What were you thinking?"
The noise is enough to bring Quinton out of his room and he crinkles his nose in disgust. "Really Charlie?"
Charlie rubs his head, "I was thinking that we got our first minutes alone in months and—" He blushes. and it was amazing. He wanted to gush, or scream or something but he definitely wasn't going to do it to his mother and twin brother. "—And I love her."
Judy frowned, it was going to be impossible for them to keep the two of them apart since they started having sex, the call to bond with each other would only get worse. "You're grounded, no phone or video games or dessert for a month. You go to school and you come straight back home and more importantly no Santana."
"You can't be serious." Charlie's jaw dropped. He had already spent all summer without her. "But mom."
"All because you've gone through puberty does not mean that you're ready to start complicating things with sex. So until I can be sure that you and Santana aren't going to start engaging in risky behaviors, no Santana. Now go to your room."
"But mom—" Charlie begins, Santana was upset with him and how was he going to make it better. He still didn't have any classes with her and she was going to be busy being a cheerleader.
"No buts Charlie, your father is going to be extremely disappointed in you now go to your room," Judy insists watching as Charlie's face went red for a moment but he did as he was told and stomped up the stairs loudly. She had thought that having boys was going to be easier than having girls but Brittany had never been this bad.
