Carlos carefully followed the car he had watched his baby girl enter a few minutes before. He had a good feeling about this. He was careful, following behind them in the other lane to avoid suspicion. He was sure Santana hadn't seen him yet because if she had she would probably be out of the car already to give him a piece of her mind.
'Carlos? I can't hear you. What's happening now?' Maribel's voice sounded through the Bluetooth.
"I'm still following the car." He reminded her, chuckling a little at her excitement. He hadn't waited more than a few seconds after giving the Santana the okay for her afternoon excursion before phoning his wife with the news. At this rate, they could be holding a mating ceremony before Christmas.
She sighed and he smirked at the frustration he could easily detect. 'What type of car is it?'
"It's an older jeep." He narrowed his eyes to try and figure out the model but he really should have brought his glasses.
He could practically feel his wife's frown. 'Maybe they don't have money. That's okay, money isn't everything—wait. What am I thinking? Get the license plate.'
He had wondered how long it would take her to remember that she was a federal prosecutor with access to DMV records. He waited until they pulled up to a stoplight and rattled off the numbers and letters to Maribel.
She squealed with delight. 'Oh Carlos, this car is registered to the Fabrays.' He could hear furious typing as she got caught up in what she was reading.
"Is that supposed to mean something?"
"It means Santana will want for nothing," Maribel said. Russell was a prominent venture capitalist, she had seen him meeting the governor a few times. It was odd that he stayed in Lima when he could certainly afford the best education for his children.
Carlos shook his head, he could feel the excitement coming off his mate, "You know, she probably told us that she was going to the comic book store so she could sneak off and have a bit of fun—remember when we first met?"
Maribel laughs, it's one that's filled with nostalgia. "Yes. Remember, what we promised each other? Once Santana was gone you and I would finally be able to bring back naked—"
"The car's slowing down," he said eying the jeep which seemed to be in the process of parking. He frowns, they were in a commercial district not a residential one.
"Are they at her house?" Maribel demanded as she began to look up more information on Russell Fabray a picture of the happy family was found on Facebook. Three daughters. One was clearly a bit older than Santana, and then there were two twins. It must be one of them.
"No—they actually went to a comic book store!" Carlos said disappointed at what he was witnessing as he looked at the comic book store. He could have sworn it was a euphemism for something else. "Where did we go wrong? She should want to get a mate Maribel."
"Well, they did just meet," Maribel points out and it was their daughter. Santana might be an omega but she took after her. Which made finding an alpha who was willing to deal with her strong personality nearly impossible. "This could be a date—we didn't really expect her to fall for the first person that asked did we? I mean there have been many alphas who are interested but our daughter is special and she deserves someone just as special."
Carlos nods and watches as they both exit the car, he ducks a bit in his seat and fixes the baseball cap that he's wearing so it's covering a bit more of his face as he watches them carefully. A small smile crosses his face when he watches Charlie move quickly to open the door for Santana. "I think she's found her," Carlos whispers to his wife. He frowns when Charlie pauses and turns to where his car is parked and Carlos holds his breath as she studies the car for a moment before smiling at him and waving. He looks around but he's the only one around and he waves back. "She spotted me."
"Santana?" Maribel asks frowning slightly, she would think that they didn't trust her. They did but still.
"No Charlie, I think that's what her name was," Carlos whispered back. He's not a hundred percent sure that was her name, but if it's not right it's definitely close. "She just smiled and waved at me, she's inside now. I don't think she'll mention it to Santana though."
"You should leave just in case Santana spots you," Maribel says, they would have to get better at spying. Maybe she could ask the police department. She's moderately impressed with this alpha, she's observant for potential threats—she's pretty sure she couldn't ask for a better alpha for her daughter, but she'll reserve judgment until things are official.
Carlos ducks down when his daughter steps out of the car, holding his breath even though he knows there is no way that she could see him when Charlie angles her body between so that she's blocks Santana's view of his car.
"Carlos?" Maribel prods. "What's happening?"
"The alpha kept her from seeing me." He grins. If he didn't like this girl already, this would be the icing on the cake. He sat up, watching as the alpha keeps his daughter occupied with conversation. He grins when Santana smiles and pushes into the comic book store.
"So she will be mated by Christmas?" Maribel questions hope in her voice.
"I think by Halloween." Carlos replies after a moment he had seen the look on Santana's face. It would be soon, perhaps the next time she entered heat.
"Want to bet Naked Tuesday's?" Maribel asked playfully. Truthfully, there was no loser in this bet, but she was competitive and fairly certain that her baby was stubborn enough that there would be some sort of roadblock in the way.
Carlos laughed. "You like Naked Tuesday's just as much as I do." He shook his head. Definitely the next time she was in heat.
Charlie thumbed through the magazines packed tightly in a display bin. It was almost overwhelming, the nerd haven laid out in front of her, but the excitement that was clearly dancing in Santana's eyes made it totally worth it.
"You could try this one?" Santana held up a comic book. She tried not to let her nervousness show. It wasn't a big deal, she and Charlie were just being friends. What did it matter if Charlie liked it or didn't? She didn't care either way and she definitely didn't hold her breath to see Charlie's reaction.
"V for Vendetta?" Charlie read the title. "Wasn't there a movie about that?"
"Yeah." Santana scratched her nose. "It's about an anarchist revolutionary—"
"Sold. That's way more interesting than Ulysses." Charlie looked around. The store was filled with comic books, toys, t-shirts, even a few board games. There was an old arcade box in the corner and it smelled like books, but they also had a few beaten up couches to read on. "What are you going to get?" Charlie asked looking back at Santana and raised a brow as Santana had moved on to look at the new Star Wars comics and begins to flip through them. "Star Wars?"
Santana blushes. "Yeah."
Charlie nods, "I have a lightsaber—"
Santana crinkled her nose, "Is that supposed to be some sort of euphemism?" She glances down at the crotch of Charlie's pants before turning her attention back to Charlie.
"—in my room," Charlie finishes. "My dad took us to watch the newer movies when they came out." She flashes Santana a smile. "If you're interested in what I'm hiding behind my pants—"
Santana rolls her eyes. "If you have to hide it, it must not be that great to start with." Santana scoffed, fighting a smirk when Charlie frowns. "Wait you saw the newer movies when they came out, what about the older ones?"
Charlie waved her hand dismissively. "I was kind of lost at the new ones, I never really cared to see any other ones."
Santana dropped the comic she had been holding. "You're kidding."
"No?" Charlie said with another shrug. Her eyes catching sight of something orange and white darting around the floor. "Oh what's that? I want one."
"Never mind that, you haven't seen the original Star Wars? I don't know that we can even be friends until you see them." Santana shook her head. Star Wars was an icon, how do you miss the best movies of an era?
Charlie frowned and finally looked up from the toy to look at Santana, that wouldn't do at all. Being friends with Santana meant that she could spend time with her without Santana trying to get away from her. "So we'll watch it together this weekend. You can come over, and we can watch it in the den." Charlie said and paused, she might have to do something about her father. But she was sure she could convince him to leave them alone for a few hours.
Santana was about to argue with that idea when she remembered that she had parents who would properly pop in every few minutes to talk to Charlie or grill her for information. "Fine—but no funny business. I'm just going to your house to watch the original trilogy with you. Nothing else."
Charlie was about to say something when her phone rings and she holds up her hand to excuse herself and picks up. "Quinn."
"Where the hell are you?" Quinn snaps angrily.
"The comic book store." Charlie answers, her eyes widening when she realized that she totally forgot to let Quinn know she was abandoning them to spend time with Santana. She doesn't feel bad, it's disgusting to chauffer them around all the time while they make out and hump each other in the back seat. It is a little funny, though. "Where the hell are you?" She counters, just to piss off her twin.
"I'm here with Rachel looking at an abandoned parking lot." Quinn is so furious she's practically spitting the words. "What am I supposed to do, make Rachel walk home?"
"You could carry her." Charlie suggests helpfully.
"You're supposed to be our ride." Quinn reminds. "I'm going to call Dad."
"You do that. School was finished an hour ago, so why are you just calling me now?" Charlie questions.
"That's none of your business, it's my car—"
"You skipped last period and went to go have sex in the auditorium didn't you?" Charlie questions, cutting Quinn off. It figures. "Well, if I were you I'd call mom or walk home. I'm busy. Bye Quinn, say hello to Rachel for me." With that Charlie ended the call and turned back to Santana. "So movies this weekend?"
Santana nods, "Do I want to know?" she asks nodding towards Charlie's phone as she stuffs it back in her pocket.
"Quinn met Rachel, they mated. Our sixteenth birthday happened, and she got a car. Which was fine, dad said she had to take me wherever I wanted to go. Problem is Quinn and Rachel can't keep their hands off each other, and I like living. So I drive them everywhere while they dry-hump in the back seat."
"So she's mad that you aren't there to pick them up?"
"It's hardly my fault, she's an hour late. So she can wait for mom to pick them up." Charlie shrugged again. "So what other comic books do you want me to read?"