AN: Well, I apologize for last weeks little mix up. I didn't end up checking like I normally do, and didn't notice. That story was merely a preview, an idea of sorts, that I was running by my s. But back to our regularly scheduled early update because I'll be busy this weekend.


Quinn knows it's a little pathetic, but whatever. It's not like Brittany's facebook password is complicated, ducks rule isn't exactly completely secure especially when that's Brittany's password for everything. Quinn definitely doesn't want Rachel thinking he's creepy so this seemed like the best option.

"I hate your brother." Santana grumbles from the bed.

Quinn rolls his eyes with a sigh. He wouldn't have spent the day over here if he had another option, but the minimal parental interference at Santana's house was the perfect setting to find out more about his mate. "Can you just get over it already? He's grounded anyway, so I don't see the point in being mad at him. It's not like you can get him to fix it."

"He's grounded because he couldn't finish what he started. If we had bonded, your parents would have dealt with it, so it's his fault."

"You don't make any sense."

"Why are we friends again Q-tip?"

"Because I'm the only one who can stand you."

She sticks out her tongue. "I hate you."

"Whatever." He shrugs away her annoyance and clicks on the button to show the next picture. "Do you see how gorgeous she is? How in the hell am I supposed to impress her when she got first place in her dance competition?"

"By lasting more than two minutes." Santana scoffs, well aware that her comment is going to go over Quinn's head. She sighs and picks up a magazine that will hopefully hold her attention. "I mean, it looks like she is six or something, so it's probably not that big of a deal."

He smiles softly and clicks back on Rachel's profile to see if she's updated her status, "She likes music. We should start a band." He notes.

"We? What's this we business?" Santana snorts.

"I need to impress her. I mean she probably thinks I'm just a stupid fourteen-year-old kid."

Santana put down the magazine to stare at Quinton. "I might be biased because your brother is an idiot, but you are a stupid fourteen-year-old kid. In case you haven't realized by the fact that I've been ready for years and needed to wait for your dumbass brother, but girls mature faster than guys in both ways. Physically and mentally. So maybe instead of coming up with dumb solutions to a problem like starting a band, when neither one of us can play any instruments, why don't you come up with a good solution. Like maybe not coming off as such a fucking child?"

"You don't know what it's like." Quinn snaps before he can stop himself.

"Don't I?" Santana challenges, raising her brow.

"It's not the same." Quinn insists. Just because Santana's been waiting to mate with Charlie since the dawn of time didn't mean that Quinn's problems were less important. She didn't get it. Rachel was cool and talented and older. It wasn't the same. It wasn't even close. "You don't even remember what it's like to be apart from Charlie. You don't have to worry about whether he'll reject the bond—or worse, resent you because you're just some loser. I've got to impress her."

Santana sighed. "I definitely know what it's like to meet your mate and not be able to do anything about it. But you're the alpha. So figure out your shit and quit whining like a little brat."

"Is that supposed to be a pep talk?" Quinn frowns

"Yes." Santana answers truthfully.

Quinn frowns, "You're one to talk. Charlie spent all summer busting his ass trying to get ready for you. He wanted to be ready for you even though it was physically impossible to do so. He didn't go through puberty till late, you should have seen how fucking happy he was to get pubes just so he could finally be with you. He wasn't ready. Charlie's your mate, everyone knows that. Waiting a year or two doesn't matter, my brother has been obsessed with you since we were in pull-ups."

"Yeah well excuse me for being disappointed. He may have been waiting all summer, but I've been waiting for three years." Santana huffs.

"It was his first time." Quinn rolls his eyes. "He shot his load too quickly, but you are his alpha. So if it pisses you off, fix it."

"How?"

"The hell should I know? I've never had sex with anyone before, but it's Charlie. So fix it." Quinn demands. He doesn't actually have to say it, since he knows that Santana will make it right eventually. But Charlie and Santana are annoying and them being apart is just weird for everyone when they are fighting.

"Urgh, I hate it when you're right. Your ego is already big enough." She frowns, thinking. "I guess we can skip math together," She pauses then adds, "And Spanish." They are going to mate. Then nobody can stop her from taking care of Charlie, ever. She can protect him without worrying about all those other high school bitches setting their sights on him.

Quinn pulls a face. "Gross." Maybe he should have waited to let Santana figure it out for herself. "Take it easy on the damn mating thing, you two are going to be mates. So work with my parents okay? I'm sick of Charlie stealing my phone and trying to call you."

"Doesn't he know I ignore about ninety percent of your calls anyway? And your texts?" Santana grumbles standing up. "As for Rachel, she probably knows that you're her mate, but maybe you should tell Brittany. If they're going to be roommates, then she can keep the alpha's away from her."

"That doesn't fix the 'now' problem."

"The now problem is that you're fourteen, and according to my mami the law doesn't care if you're mates or not. If your parents aren't letting me mate with Charlie and we've known each other since we were three, there is no way in hell they are letting you mate with an older woman. And I'll be fucking damned if you mate with her before I mate with Charlie. Get in line."

Quinn rolled his eyes, "Brittany's going to New York! I'm never going to see her again!"

"Brittany's going to New York, of course you're going to see her again Quinn. Just go and stay with Brittany for a weekend. Maybe make a shopping trip out of it or something. You know, say you're taking Charlie with you but leave him in my capable hands."

Quinn rolled his eyes again. "Please stop talking about my twin like that, it's gross. And why do you have to make everything about you and Charlie?"

"Because the alternative is listening you talk about some short little hobbit. Unless you're going to tell me the story about how you embarrassed yourself again, I don't want to hear it. Now hand me my laptop, I'm going to research ways on how to make Charlie last longer in bed. You can stay if you want, who knows you might learn something."

Quinton gagged and got up, he wasn't going to look at porn with Santana, that was gross and he certainly didn't want to hear about Charlie naked in bed with her either. "I'm going home, thanks for the pep talk."

"Mhm, don't let the door hit you on the way out," Santana said dismissively.

~O~

Charlie rubbed the back of his head as he knocked on Brittany's door, being grounded sucked. Being made to eat his vegetables without the promise of his mother's delicious desserts, sucked even more. Having his phone taken was simply rubbing salt in his wounds. But the worst part about all of this was that Santana was mad at him and his parents wouldn't let him make it better. It was torture, the worst kind of torture. His parents were cruel evil people for doing this to him. But Brittany could help him figure it out. She was a girl, and an alpha and she liked Santana and knew her well enough. "Britt-Britt?" He whined at her door.

"Go away tattle-tale." Brittany grumbles, not bothering to get up. Siblings were supposed to have each other's back, not run to their parents and purposefully get them into trouble.

Charlie sniffles, Brittany hated seeing him cry and he had no problem using that to his advantage in defcon 1 situation like this. "I'm sorry, I didn't think they'd care. I didn't mean to get you in trouble. But I really need your help—Santana is mad at me—and I can't fix it and even if I could I-I don't know what to do. And you're a girl and you can help me cause Quinton's terrible with feelings and stuff and I don't even know what I did wrong."

Brittany sighs, and gets off her beanbag chair to open the door for Charlie who immediately lunges at her wrapping his skinny arms around her and burying his face into her shoulder. "Tone it down Chuck, you got me to open the door."

Charlie pulls back a grin on his face, as he pushes past Brittany and flops down on her bean bag chair reaching and grabbing one of her stuffed animals. "Santana's mad at me and I don't know what I did."

Brittany grimaces but walks back to her bed. It's weird sometimes to think that her baby brother found his mate before any of them. "Well did you tell her parents you had sex? Because that's a sure-fire way to piss an alpha off."

"I'm sorry."

She rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Okay, well what did you do?"

"I don't know. I wouldn't be asking you if I knew."

"When did she get mad?"

Charlie's face flushed so red that Brittany could swear she could feel the heat from across the room. She arches her brow, waiting. If he was embarrassed that meant it was going to be good. "Well?" She prompts.

"It was after."

"After?" Brittany's furrowed brow turns into a bright grin, "Oh, you mean after. Well did you stick it up her ass?"

"No!"

"Are you sure?" Brittany asked, mostly teasing. She grins broadly when he simply squirms in discomfort and embarrassment.

"Yes I'm sure." He trusts Brittany with this information, she wouldn't be grossed out like Quinton would. "She said she'd cut it off if I did." He blushes and pulls on the collar of his shirt.

Brittany laughs, it sounds like Santana alright. "Alright, so you two had sex—why didn't you two mate? I figured the first time you two did it, you'd be mated to her."

"Oh, it didn't last all that long," Charlie admits openly with a shrug.

Brittany arched a brow, "It didn't—last that long?"

"No, it felt really good though like super good and I just sort of—you know. It wasn't on purpose."

"Did Santana think it was good?" She wonders.

His silence is all the answer Brittany needs and she laughs again, this time a full blown cackle that would almost make her feel bad for laughing in her brother's face. She shouldn't find it so funny, but she just can't help it. He's so wounded that she can't even stop herself.

"Brittany." He whines, hiding his face. He should have known that this would be mortifying. "You said you would help."

"You didn't last long enough to mate and that's all Santana wants to do, it wasn't about the sex Charlie it was about mating and you didn't manage to do that. Why couldn't you just do it again, you're a teenage boy it's not that hard." Brittany snorts at her choice of words as Charlie blushes.

"Well, I tried to make it last as long as possible but Santana—it was like the best feeling in the word next to being with Santana and it just sort of happened. I don't know why it didn't happen for Santana."

Both kids jump when their father steps into Brittany's room. Based on how he didn't look either of them in the eye and kept fiddling with his necktie they both knew instantly that he had overheard. "You probably sped up because it felt so good, rookie mistake."

Charlie's eyes widened in horror. "Dad?"

"Boys and girls are different, Charlie." Russell immediately adjusts his tie again and clears his throat. "Doesn't matter if you're an omega or an alpha, there are certain things that as a man you must be able to do. That's please your mate, and while I don't condone what you did with Santana, you're my son and it's up to you to uphold the family name."

Charlie turned to Brittany who seemed amused by this turn of events, "I don't understand."

"I mean that we Fabray's are excellent lovers." Russell puffed out his chest. "Just ask your mother."

Brittany's amusement dies and Charlie groans. "Dad, I seriously didn't need to know that." She notes with disdain.

"I'm being frank, if both of you are going to insist on doing adult things before you're ready then it's my duty as a father to prepare you as best as I can." He watches as Brittany and Charlie glance at each other before the two of them get up and attempt to escape. He quickly grabs Brittany in one arm and Charlie in the other. "It only works if the three of you are working together," he reminds them and pulls them back into Brittany's room. "Now where were we?"