Santana pushed past the other airline passengers, frustratedly making her way to where she hoped her parents remembered to come pick her up. It wasn't like they had ever forgotten, but she wouldn't put it past them to get too caught up in their busy schedules to remember the daughter that they had shipped off to a stupid ass island. Her abuela's house was stuck in 1955. Who didn't have an internet connection in 2016?

She looks around for her parents and sighs; it wouldn't be the first time they were late to pick her up. It probably wouldn't even be the last, she frowns and fishes out her phone so she can call them when a familiar scent hits her and she finds arms encircling her from behind, a single rose being held up for her.

"I missed you."

Santana rests her head against Charlie's chest for a moment, "Missed you too," she admits freely taking the rose from his hand.

"I'm sorry." He says it before anything else can get in the way. "For everything."

"It's not your fault." She dismisses right away. She's been thinking about this a lot over the last week and she can only conclude that he's right.

"No, don't do that. I screwed up." He holds her tighter and rests his head on top of hers. "I should never have humiliated you like that, not publically, I shouldn't have even said that to you, or let my jealousy get the better of me. I was an asshole—no I'm an asshole and I'm sorry, please forgive me."

Santana sighs and turns around in his arms so she can look at him, "No, you were right. I was being a shitty alpha and I was putting my needs first and trying to push you into something that you weren't ready to do." She takes a shaky breath, she hadn't expected to have this conversation in a busy airport surrounded by people. She thought she still had time. "With no distractions—I've had plenty of time to think about this. About us, and I think you're right—our parents are right and we need a bit of space to grow. I mean I was going crazy without you, I wanted to have major surgery just to get you back."

Charlie frowned, "That's not what I want—that's never been what I wanted I just wanted you to let me fall and help me back to my feet instead of preventing me from falling. You were right too, that we can still figure out who we are together—that's why I'm here. That's why I wanted to tell you that I'm ready. That I want to mate with you."

She pulls back a little. This had never come up in her little scenarios, Charlie openly admitting to wanting to mate with her. It was probably guilt of some sort for making her sick, they were young they still had time. Rushing into things would only make things worse. "But do you really? You're right, no one else our age is even close to mating—"

"We've known, well you knew I probably thought you were a crazy person who smelled really nice, that we were mates. We couldn't put it in words but I liked it when you bit me. I liked you marking me, even when it wasn't permanent because it meant that I was your omega."

It's everything she's wanted to hear but nothing had changed, not really. And the only thing that could be worse than hearing that she was a shitty alpha was knowing that Charlie would one day resent her. If a couple months or years meant that he would never hate her, then maybe it was worth it. "I know it will be hard, but you deserve the chance to figure out who you are without me."

"I'm sixteen, the hell am I going to figure out?" Charlie asks seriously. "I'm not going to figure things out by the time I'm eighteen, who knows if I'll figure it out ever. Who knows if you'll ever figure it out, but I just—I don't want to figure it out alone. Do you know how difficult it is sometimes to see you so confident and so sure of yourself?" Charlie swallows. "You know what you want and for once, in this case I know what I want. I know who I want, that's never changed."

She's aware that people are watching, but that doesn't stop the beaming grin that overtakes her. "Are you sure?"

"I didn't sit through an hour long talk with your dad and then getting permission from both of our parents if I wasn't." Charlie grimaces at the chill the memory causes. Despite being one of the most awkward conversations of his life, he'd go through it all again. His mom and Carlos had banded together and even though they had opened his eyes to what Santana was feeling, he just really wants to fix this. He feels his cheeks flush and his eyes drop, suddenly unable to meet Santana's eyes. "I uh—my Dad helped us get a hotel room."

Santana's brow arched so high it almost disappeared into her hairline. "What?"

"I told you. I want to mate with you."

"I didn't think you meant now."

"I do. You are ready, I'm ready and it's time. We can figure everything else out. Together. But I have already sat through enough talks on my changing body and respecting you and condoms to last a lifetime. So—" He cocks his head to the side and smiles widely, "—would you like to mate with me?"

Santana studies Charlie's face looking for any hint of doubt on his face, but mostly he looks excited and a bit embarrassed. It's cute. He's cute and she's always had a hard time saying no to him when he was like this. "I don't know," Santana watches as his face twists into one of confusion and then he immediately pouts.

Charlie bites his lip and chews on it for one moment before swallowing, "Okay," he mumbles.

She grins and rolls her eyes, slapping him gently against the chest. "Come on dummy, let's go see what crappy hotel your cheap-ass father booked for us." She smirks and pulls away, leaving her duffle bag at his feet.

"Wait, what?"

She smirks over her shoulder. He may never be able to keep up with her, but as long as they were on the same page maybe it would be okay.

"Oh. Oh." Charlie says and then grins taking a step to go and catch up before tripping over her bag for a moment, he scrambles and picks it up and quickly runs after her. He takes her hand in his as he shoulders her duffel bag. "It's actually a pretty nice hotel, mom got mad at him for trying to book us in one of those sleazy motels that aren't clean. We can stay all weekend, but dad's making me pay for food."

Santana glanced at him, "I don't trust your definition of nice. You think that metal death trap that you drive is nice even though it smells like cheetos." When Charlie flashes her a mischievous grin she groans. "You brought the metal death trap didn't you?"

"Yep." Charlie says cheerfully. "Don't worry my mom febreezed it. So it no longer smells like cheetos."

"So still a death trap?" Santana presses.

"She's a classic." Charlie insists. "People drive classics all the time!" He huffs, "Don't worry you'll learn to appreciate her."

Santana rolled her eyes, it could be worse. He could have asked for a motorcycle. At least this thing probably had airbags.

~O~

When she had decided to go to this swanky hotel with Charlie, she hadn't truly expected that they would get far enough to actually mate. Charlie may not be a two-pump chump anymore but he was no savant with his dick either. She had gotten over how disappointing that was, because while he certainly wasn't able to get her off with his dick he had master plenty of other ways to do so. His mouth, being her favorite.

So she had been caught unaware when Charlie had taken charge, or his version of taking charge. He was still being submissive to her desires but he was very much in control of the situation as another orgasm wracked her body. "Fuck—Charlie." Santana smacked his shoulder trying to push him off her. That had been number three and she was getting far too sensitive.

Charlie pulls back wiping his chin with his wrist and grinning up at Santana, he needed to play to his strengths here if they wanted to get this done and he wanted to get it done. He wanted that permanent reminder that he belonged to someone, that he belonged to Santana. "Yes?" Charlie asks watching as Santana's chest rose and fell rapidly as he gripped his own dick tightly and gave it a few quick strokes.

Santana glances at him watching him start to line his lower body with hers. "What—Charlie fucking Fabray, if you even think about putting your dick in me right now when I'm this fucking sensitive. I will—" She's immediately cut off by Charlie's lips against hers. She can taste herself on his lips and she knows why he likes being there eating her out, because she tastes fucking fantastic.

"You'll?" Charlie prompts after breaking the kiss, there's that mischievous look in his eye again which puts her on high alert. "Cause the way I see it, is that I'm here ready to mate and you're tapping out."

It's enough to get Santana's eyes to snap open and she lets out a low growl, immediately flipping them over and straddling him and poking his naked chest hard. "Excuse you." She's rewarded with a huge grin and a low groan from Charlie as his hips buck against her. He had challenged her, she was sure of that and the urge to make him submit was only abated by Charlie tilting his head up to reveal his neck to her.

"I'm ready." Charlie mumbles his cheeks flushed and his pupils dilating. He didn't realize how badly he needed this until this very moment. His body practically aches to have Santana sink her teeth into him, permanently marking him as her own.

She grins, something that looks almost predatory and feral while managing to make him feel protected all at the same time. She meets his eyes, trying to search them one more time for any hint of uncertainty. But there isn't any, and she shifts on his hip reaching down to grab him, running her fingers along his length. She searches his face again, but all she sees is excitement and lust as she slowly lowers herself onto him, letting him fill her. She groans still sensitive from earlier as she watches him sitting up. Running her fingers through his hair she leans forward and kisses him deeply her hands moving to rest on his shoulders as she controls the pace.

Her fingers dig into his back as he tries to move his hips in time with hers. "No," she orders growling at him, she's not going to let him blow his load to quickly and ruin this. She needed to remain in control despite the fact that she felt like she was quickly losing control, they needed to time this right or it would be another wasted opportunity. But she can't help herself, it's never felt this good before and the look in Charlie's eyes. She digs her fingers in deeper for a moment as he hits a particular sensitive spot. She grabs his hair, glad that he had decided to grow it out and pulls his head back as she finds the spot that she had always wanted to mark. His left shoulder very close to his neck, and without hesitation she leans in. It's been years since she's bitten him, but she remembers it very well and she leans in and bites him deeply hearing him groan and tilt his body into it.

It's an explosion, it's the only way he can describe it as the bond that they had been denying—he had been denying, snaps into place. He could reject it easily, he could reject her, but all those feelings that he could never explain as a child, that didn't make sense whenever he looked at Santana. It all did now, he loved her more than anything. "Wow," he finally mumbles suddenly realizing that he's laying on the bed with Santana still attached to him.

Santana finally lets go looking at the bruise that will turn into a pattern to mark their bonding, she traces it with her finger watching as Charlie's chest rose and dropped. She had barely noticed the orgasm over the intense emotional bond that they had just created. "Mine," she announces looking at him. She can feel him, in her head he can't read her mind but she can just feel him, his emotions, his arousal. She can practically feel his heart banging against his chest and his elation.

"Yours," Charlie agrees feeling his body starting to stir. A slow grin crosses his face. "Yours." He repeats.

Santana grins tracing his face gently before kissing him, she had never loved him more, she had never understood him more. She could see his insecurities, she could feel them and they matched her own, but they didn't have to do it alone anymore.

~O~

Quinn tilted his head as he came down the stairs for Sunday dinner, raising a brow when the door to the front of the house opened and Charlie and Santana stumbled inside. He frowns for a moment before deciding that he was going to let it go. Rachel had called him every single night and their relationship was going somewhere. He could deal with whatever this was between the two of them. Even if he was still grounded and still needed to be shuttled to where he needed to go by Charlie who was still irritated at him. "Dinner's ready," he says finally as he walks down the last few steps and heads to the dining room.

Charlie flashes a smile, "I'm starving," he admits.

"I know, let's eat and then you can pack your stuff, I promise I won't distract you," Santana mumbles as she presses her lips against his.

Charlie nods and takes her hand, but lets Santana lead them into the dining room, where his mom is putting the food on the table. "Hey mom, dad." He greets with a pleased smile as he pulls his shirt collar down a bit. "We mated."

"We know, we can smell it all over you." Quinn said reaching for a fresh bread roll and the butter plate.

"I'd say welcome to the family but you two have been attached at the hip since you were three. This was not the biggest surprise in the world," Russell said picking up his report and going back to it.

Judy rolled her eyes, "Congratulations," she offered. "Are you staying for dinner Santana?"

Santana rolled her eyes, damn Fabrays were taking the wind out of her sales. "I am then Charlie's going to pack and come home with me."

That's enough to get Russell and Judy's attention, "You two may be bonded but Santana you're still fifteen and Charlie's just sixteen years old. We've talked it over with your parents, since we're not going to be able to stop the two of you from having sex, what we can do is set up rules. You two are not shacking up together during the school year, or during weekdays. I don't care what you do during holidays and weekends but until Friday or a holiday, you two are not allowed to spend the nights together."

"But—we're mates!" Santana insists this was incredibly unfair! Everything that they had gone through and she still couldn't just take Charlie home with her and keep him.

"When you're both eighteen you're free to do whatever it is you want, until then enjoy the rules. Since we're the ones paying for your food and boarding you're living by our rules," Judy adds after a moment as she heads back to the kitchen to get the roast. She stops and presses a kiss on Charlie's temple. "I'm happy for you Charlie. But Santana can't keep you locked away in her closet for the rest of your life."

"But mom—"

"No buts. I made your favorite dessert so sit down and get ready for a feast, you two must be starving." Judy insists shooting Charlie a look that makes him immediately pull out the chair for Santana. She hears Santana grumbling under her breath but it's enough for now. Her son wasn't going to run off never to return again just because he and Santana had mated.

Charlie grins at the thought of food. Life can't get any better.


AN: That's the end of this story, yes I'm aware some of you are disappointed with the ending, I know I was. So anyway, let's move on to Sucker For Pain. It's longer, twenty-seven chapters, and perhaps by the time that story is halfway done, I'll start posting I Know What You did Last Summer. Who knows, maybe something else. Maybe Magician. Maybe Hellfire.