Quinn burst through the Lopez's front door, not caring about intruding since he knew Santana's parents were gone. He bounded up the stairs and broke through Santana's bedroom door. "I talked to her." He blurted. Only then did his excitement die enough for him to take in his surroundings, "What the fuck are you two doing?"
Charlie's head snapped up from his current position—tied to Santana's bed, naked. Santana's hand wrapped firmly around his dick. "Quinton?" His voice broke at the wrong moment causing him to turn red.
Santana's head whipped towards the door and for a moment Quinn could swear that her eyes flashed red as she scrambled off the bed. Quinn took a step back but he was a step to slow as Santana shoved him back into the hallway. "The fuck Quinton! Haven't you heard of knocking?"
"I—the fuck were you doing?"
"I was watering the roses." Santana scoffs, so angry she's almost spitting with rage. "What do you think I was doing?"
"Uh—Santana? Can you let me go now?" Charlie calls out from the bedroom.
"No. We're not finished." Santana calls back firmly.
"But—but—He's tied up."
"You're the one who made it clear absolutely clear that you didn't want to know what I did with your brother. And I don't know why me tying him to the bed is shocking. It's exactly something I would do because your brother doesn't know the meaning of the word restraint."
"I said I was sorry!" Charlie whined tugging on his cuffs. This was humiliating, though if he was being honest with himself, he liked it when Santana punished him. Her punishments were fun. "You should take it as a compliment though!"
Santana arches her brow and Quinn can clearly see the corners of her lips tug upward in a blatant show of amusement. "What do you mean 'restraint'?" Quinn queries.
Any smirk of amusement Santana might have held grows cold and her eyes narrowed. "He did it again." She shakes her head in utter disbelief.
"Again, you should take it as a compliment." Charlie calls from the bedroom.
"If you think that is a compliment then I was right to decide you need to be trained." Santana retorts.
Quinn shakes his head, "I really don't want to know this."
"Then maybe you should have fucking knocked." Santana retorts. "Now why the fuck did you barge into my house?"
Quinton blushed. He had been so excited, but now he felt his embarrassment start to grow. "It's not a big deal."
"Then go away." Charlie calls.
Quinn nodded, maybe if he left now he could forget about what he had just seen. Santana was a pervert who was corrupting his brother from the looks of it. "Yeah I think I'm going to do that and—"
Santana smirked, if there was one thing that she loved doing more than teasing Charlie it was fucking with Quinton. So what if he was her best friend, well no Charlie was her best friend he didn't complain when she wanted to cuddle or sit on him, Quinton came a close second though. "Your balls finally drop and you talked to your mate?"
"Quinton has a mate—wait you can't seriously be thinking about having a conversation when I'm tied to your bed naked?" Charlie tugged on his cuffs again.
Quinton turned pale and looked at Santana, "You wouldn't—"
"I would," Santana interrupts and smirks. "Now tell Auntie Snixx what happened so I can blow your mind with good advice."
"Uh—"
"Quinton I swear if you don't get the hell out of this house I will murder you in your sleep."
Santana turned back to the room, "Charlie, I'm in the middle of having a conversation! Don't be rude and needy, you already got what you wanted today, if anyone should be rude and needy it's me and you don't see me forgetting my manners and threatening to kill people."
"Santana?" Charlie whined and flopped his head back on the pillow, and shakes his head an amused smile on his face.
"So you talked to her?" Santana pressed deciding to ignore Charlie for now.
"Yeah she was handing out flyers at school," Quinton said flicking his eyes to the bedroom and shaking his head, the excitement coming back. "She was talking about this club that she was in and I sort of tuned out, but I signed all three of us up. I mean we talked but I sort of got distracted by how pretty she was and—hopefully I didn't embarrass myself."
"Wait, what?" Charlie called out.
"Keep up Charlie." Santana barked caving already before turning back to Quinn, "And hell no, I'm not joining some loser-ass club just because you are too lame to actually talk to your mate."
"Santana please!"
"Charlie has been asking that all night, and what're we learning, Chuck?" She calls dramatically.
"That you're evil?" Charlie calls out a smile playing on his lips.
"Apart from that?"
"You're the boss? Oh and begging doesn't get me what I want?"
"Oh, so you can be taught." Santana scoffs.
"Does that mean you'll let me go now?" Charlie asked hopefully. "I'm getting cold."
"Absolutely not," Santana sniffs and turns back to at Quinn, "Fix it. I've got cheerleading, Charlie's got soccer, we don't have time to deal with whatever club you signed us up for."
"It could be fun?"
Santana glowers at him. "No. No it won't." And that normally would have been that. Santana never would have agreed to indulge Quinn in some ridiculously stupid plan to be close to the girl he thought was his mate. Especially since time alone with Charlie was already hard to come by because of their schedules. But fate was cruel and just as she opened her mouth to declare with finality that Quinn could go to hell, the low rumble of the garage door sounded beneath their feet. "Shit." Santana scrambles toward Charlie. if her parents find him locked against her bed they will literally kill her.
Quinn grins, realizing he has the upper hand. "I could go distract them for you, if—"
"Do it." Both Charlie and Santana shout in tandem.
~0~
"I fucking hate you." Santana grumbles and stands in the doorway to the choir room. She's not even sure how she ended up here, but fuck it all to hell if Quinn wasn't an absolute moron and signed them up for the lamest club in high school.
Quinn holds up his hands defensively. "Hey, it's not my fault your mom came home early." He shuddered internally, vowing to never tell Santana what he had been forced to do to distract Maribel. If she knew, he would never hear the end of it.
"Maybe it won't be that bad?" Charlie winces. He doesn't even believe that himself. But it wasn't as if he or Santana really had a choice.
Santana rolled her eyes, but grabs Charlie's hand and leads him inside. "Of course it's going to be bad." This was going to destroy their carefully planned popularity takeover. "I hope you're happy Quinton."
Quinton didn't answer. "Look this is just until she can see me as a feasible mate."
"She isn't going to see you as a feasible mate, you're fourteen. She's going off to university next year, it doesn't work like that." Santana grumbled and turned to Charlie. "He's your brother talk some sense into him!"
Charlie scratched his head and took a seat. "Santana's right?" He shrugs. Honestly, it seems a little romantic, but he can't imagine trying to be around Santana if Santana didn't know they were mates. Maybe it was an alpha thing, but regardless, he was glad he wasn't Quinton. But it was odd, he always felt like he had known that Santana was it for him. It made his life so much simpler, knowing that he had Santana to watch his back. He may be just an omega, but he belonged to someone as beautiful and as smart as Santana.
Santana rolls her eyes. "Normally I would always agree with that, but seriously Chuck? That's all you got?"
Charlie sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "I don't know what to say, but as the only omega between the three of us all I have to say is she probably knows. Santana smells better and different from everyone else. She feels different than everyone else, and when I look at her—" Charlie is quiet for a moment and shrugs. "She knows, so just talk to her like you're an alpha, I can tell you as an omega that I wouldn't find it attractive if Santana did what you were doing."
Quinn turns to retort only to be stopped by the sweet smell of Rachel entering the room, he turns to Rachel immediately and instinctively steps away from the crazy people. "Hey—uh Rachel," he waves and swallows. "Like I said I brought more members, my brother and well his girlfriend."
"Excuse me?" Santana hisses at him.
Rachel smiles brilliantly, turning back to Brittany who was right behind her. "Excellent, we'll have the whole Fabray clan in glee club."
Brittany frowned, "What are you three doing here?" She turns to Santana. "I thought you wanted to be head cheerleader next year? Sue will never forget this."
Santana's eyes narrowed. She told Quinton that there was no way they would ever recover. But she would be damned if she sacrificed the safety that popularity offered just for a stupid singing club. "I told you. Come on, Charlie, let's go."
Charlie stands but Quinn whips around to glare at him and he gulps. Torn between Santana and Quinn, he grimaces. "Uh, maybe you go. Then I can stay for Quinn?" It's a suggestion and he can't help but hope that it's good enough to get the pair of them to back down. He hates having to choose between them, and he'll always choose Santana if it comes down to it, but Quinn is his twin and the last thing they both need is for him to remind their parents that they were trying to mate again.
Santana frowns. This wouldn't happen if they had just mated already, she was sure of it. "Let's go Charlie," she repeats again firmly. It's the tone that generally gets him moving but for once Charlie narrows his eyes at her. It was a first.
"No, it—this could be fun, and I said I'd do it with Quinn. So, I'm staying." He hesitates when Santana glares at him but immediately juts out his chin. He didn't mind doing whatever Santana asked of him, but he knew that Quinn was lonely and if this Rachel person really was his mate then they needed to fix it so Quinn could have someone important to him.
Santana stares at Charlie for a moment, this really was a first. Charlie didn't say no to her, she was his alpha. She's not even sure what she wants to do about it when she notices that there are a few people who she didn't know judging the interaction. The last thing she wanted was for this to be front page news that she couldn't control her omega. She didn't want to make a scene and it seemed that Charlie's mind was made up, "Fine, we'll stay for this one. If it's lame we're not doing this again," she narrows her eyes at Charlie for a moment and takes a seat beside him.
Santana studies Charlie for a moment, noting that people in the room were beginning to whisper and frowns. Charlie didn't say no, he had never said no to her before not like this and never publically. He usually went along with whatever she wanted to do. Sure he'd ask if they could do his thing but this was new. "Fine, we'll stay for this one." She turned to study Charlie for a moment narrowing her eyes when he finally looked at her with a pleased grin on his face. She had never once seen her father not listen to her mother. She had never seen Judy say no to Russell either. This is what happened when they didn't mate.
Rachel beamed at Charlie, from what she heard it was difficult to say no to your mate and yet here was Charlie doing just that. "Well, I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Rachel Berry, future Broadway star and the captain of glee club." She extends her hand and keeps that pleased smile on her face.
Charlie glances at the hand and extends his own shaking Rachel's hand and smiling back. "I'm Charlie, Brittany's favorite."
"You were until you got the keys taken away," Brittany muttered.
Charlie ignores Brittany still shaking Rachel's hand. She smelled nice, nowhere as nice as Santana did, but he knew for a fact that even though Quinton loved to tell anybody who would listen how much he hated Santana, he had admitted that Santana smelt nice. He's about to say something when Brittany grabs him by the arm. "Hey!"
"Don't be weird Charlie, I'm trying to convince Rachel that rooming with me when we get to New York would be awesome." Brittany explained and glances over at Santana. "I need to borrow him." She doesn't wait for Santana to give her affirmation before she's dragging her youngest brother away. There was something going on and she needed to get to the bottom of it. Charlie didn't say no to Santana, Quinn wouldn't normally be caught dead in the glee club. The entire world was topsy turvy and she didn't like it. She yanks Charlie out of the room and pulls him towards another empty classroom. "Alright spill."
"Spill what?"
"Why the hell you three are even here? That would be a start. What's going on with Quinton and why did you say no to Santana? What's going on?"
"Oh that, Quinton thinks Rachel is his mate, Santana wants to be next head Cheerio, but Quinton did bail us out and we promised that we'd do this because there was an incident with a bed and handcuffs that I don't really want to get into but needless to say we promised to help him."
Brittany gapes at her brother. "You're an idiot."
"Hey!" Charlie frowns. He glances back at Santana who is shooting daggers at Quinn who is too busy trying to casually watch Rachel to notice. "I just don't want them fighting."
"Well first tip, don't pick your twin over your alpha." Brittany shakes her head. It only figures that her brothers were both morons. Santana was going to murder Charlie, and Quinton was going to be a creeper and try to encourage her best friend to be some sort of pedophile.
Charlie rolled his eyes. "Quinn's lonely, and if we fix him up with Rachel then he won't be lonely anymore. Which means no more bursting into rooms when Santana and I are busy. Plus you know—if she is his mate then he can be happy. He'll have what I have, and then I won't have to worry about him as much as I do."
"And what about me? I still haven't found my mate." Brittany huffs. She shakes her head, "Nevermind. I definitely don't need your help, just know that if Santana kills you I just might help her."
Charlie frowned, "Why? Because I said no to her? All because I'm an omega doesn't mean that I have no thoughts of my own. I go along with things because it's easier for me, but I'm allowed to say no. Mom said that I'm allowed to say no if I don't feel ready to do something or Santana or Quinn are trying to force me to do something that I don't want to do." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Just because I don't usually doesn't mean that I can't exert myself whenever I want."
"The point is that you chose someone else over Santana publically. Not whether you said no or not." Brittany cracks her neck, "But let's sit down before Rachel decides we're ruining her chance for Broadway."
"He's my brother and my twin, and for the past eleven years I've chosen Santana first and this is important to him. This wasn't just anyone and I wouldn't do that just for anyone."
