Santana cursed, tripping down the last few stairs when she saw the time. She was running late, she'd be lucky if she got a bite of breakfast before they had to leave. She blew into the kitchen, grabbing an orange. "Papi, can we go? I'm going to be late."

Her mother simply arched her brow and Santana sighed but complied with the unspoken order.

"Maybe you should have thought of that and gotten up a little earlier." Maribel chided, watching her only child obediently slide up to the kitchen table next to her father. Breakfast, in their house, was a family affair and she wouldn't stand for that to change because of the move. She watches as Santana begins to unpeel the orange and frowns when she notices the bruise on her wrist and reaches out to gently touch it. She knew what it was immediately, "What happened?" It was framed as a question but it wasn't, not really.

"One of the alpha's got handsy. He didn't quite understand what no meant, apparently since I was in heat it meant that I was supposed to sleep with him because he was the quarterback or something stupid like that. I kicked him in the nads and walked away." Santana explained and shrugged.

Carlos frowned. "Are you sure you shouldn't stay home?" He glanced over to his wife and caught her eye, somewhat relieved that they were both having the same thoughts. "At least until you're out of heat?" He suggested.

Santana rolled her eyes. "I'm fine." At the matching looks of skepticism from her parents, she shook her head. "No, it's really okay. I've got another alpha who is kind of looking out for me."

"Oh?" Her parents both sat forward at that, her mother doing a terrible job of stifling an excited grin and her father didn't even bother. "Is she nice?"

Santana shrugged, peeling her orange and glancing at the clock again. "She was a little rude and kind of weird, but sure. She seemed nice."

"That's it, just nice?" Carlos prodded, his grin broad.

"Yep. That's it." Santana insisted firmly. "Now can one of you take me to school, please?" She hated that they didn't let her drive herself, but no amount of pestering had changed their mind.

Carlos glanced at Maribel, the two of them having an unspoken conversation. Getting the information out of Santana would be difficult, but he might have some luck doing it. "Alright, I'll take you to school," he says waiting until Maribel nods at him before getting up.

Santana didn't wait for her mother's permission instead she went back to the counter and grabbed her bag. "Bye mom, see you after school," she said moving quickly to place a kiss on her cheek and then practically pulling her father with her so she could get to school before the first bell. She still got somewhat lost around the school and she didn't want to have a run in with Finn again or Charlie. Those hazel eyes—it takes all her power not to shiver when there's a jolt between her thighs. She hated being in heat.

Santana shifted in her seat as her Dad pulled up in front of the school. He had not so subtly been interrogating her the whole drive.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay home?" Carlos asked once again, just to be sure. High school had to be hard enough without being in heat.

"I'm sure." Santana assured, unclipping her seatbelt as he turned around the corner. She startled when a blonde streak of hair flashed across the corner of her eye and pulled the door open for her.

"Santana! There you are. I was worried something happened." Charlie smiled, holding the door open for her.

Santana frowned. "So you figured out my name?" She could practically feel her Dad's excited smile that she knew he was watching every second even without turning around to check.

Charlie nodded. "Yep. Rachel told me." She grinned broadly and stuck her hand into the car. "Nice to meet you, Sir. I'm Charlie Fabray and I'm going to be—"

Santana didn't let the alpha finish the sentence. The last thing she needed was her parents' meddling. Or worse, getting into her personal affairs. She moved quickly, sliding out the door, her body pressing against Charlie's which seemed to cause her to stop speaking distracted by the pheromones she was giving off. "I'm going to be late—come on. Bye Papi, I'll see you after school." She closed the door before he could say anything and turned to see Charlie waving at him before she closed her eyes and grabbed Charlie's wrist and pulled her away from her father. She was surprised when the alpha followed her without any complaint until they were inside the school. "What was that?" she demands angrily, suddenly realizing how close Charlie is and taking a few steps back.

A confused look appeared on Charlie's face, her mate was annoyed. "It's polite matters to introduce yourself," she explains. "I should get to know your parents, so they can see that I'm a good mate. I need to assure them that I'll take—"

"For the last time. You are not my mate." Santana ground out.

"—good care of you," Charlie continues as if Santana hadn't said a word. "And my dad says that we should talk about birth control. Are you taking birth control or would I need to wear a condom because—"

"Look." Santana grabbed the alpha's wrist and whirled her around, stopping Charlie from continuing. "You seem nice. But seriously, you aren't mating with me. Go find someone else."

"I don't want anyone else." Charlie admitted in a whine. She stood straighter. "You aren't convinced yet. What should I do—" She cut herself off with a shake of her head. "You know what? Nevermind. I'll figure it out." Charlie nods. She'll make sure Santana knows what a great alpha she'll be. She just has to be creative.

"Find someone else. I'm not interested. Don't try and impress me, don't try and do anything. I'm fine and I can take care of myself—most importantly stay away from my parents." The last thing she needed was her parents parading Charlie in front of her or worse allowing her into the house. "Now if you'll excuse me—I've got English."

"I'll walk you to class," Charlie said reaching for her backpack.

"I can carry my backpack, I don't need you walking me to class—" she's about to walk away when she realizes that she doesn't know how to get to the classroom from here. She growls a bit mostly to herself when she turns to look at Charlie who is just standing there. "Quickest way to the English department?" she asks, holding her hand up. "I don't need you to show me, just tell me."

"Up the stairs, take a right." Charlie says and shifts her own bag on her shoulder as she walks with Santana.

"I said that I don't need you to follow me," Santana gripes at Charlie.

"I have chemistry," Charlie points out, they were going in the same direction. "Are you sure you don't want me to carry your bag for you?"

Santana let out a loud groan and stormed away.

Charlie frowned and scratched her cheek. Her mate was angry with her again and she didn't quite understand why. She'd have to try again at lunch.