Charlie pushed the bacon into her mouth and sipped her juice slowly, she had spent most of last night cleaning her room and making it comfortable for her mate. Today could be the day that she finally mated with her. It was a possibility which had plagued her mind and she had needed to calm herself down, and she had been in the middle of it till her father had banged on the door to the bathroom and informed her bluntly that she was wasting water.

Being Santana's friend seemed to be working and her future mate was opening up to her—but it wasn't just that. She liked her mate, she was smart and funny and quick. It left her frustrated, in more ways than one and it only made her desire grow more. She was actually enjoying reading the comic books that Santana suggested. She was a strong match—a strong partner for her.

"Do you need me to make snacks?" Judy asked watching her daughter, "When is she supposed to be here?"

Charlie grunted as she drank her orange juice. "I told her that she could be here anytime she wanted." Her house would always be open for her mate. She was sure that Rachel had a key, she would make sure that once they were mates Santana would have her very own key, and space to keep her things. She shoves some eggs into her mouth. "Snacks are good but you can't bother us too much, and you can't stare and do that thing where you smile really wide. This is important."

"Don't worry, I'll keep your mother away," Russell said not looking up from his newspaper when he gets a smack on the arm he looks up and winks at his wife. They would watch from a distance, and this might be the time to meet Santana's parents.

Charlie nods, everything was perfect. Quinn was at Rachel's house, Brittany and Mike weren't planning to visit till tomorrow, her parents would probably go about their business which meant she had the whole place with just Santana. Sure they were watching some movie, but according to the movies, most people didn't actually watch movies when they were together. Now all she needed to do was put on some pants and—

The sound of the doorbell going off caused Charlie to turn towards the entrance to the house. It was only after ten, it seemed a bit early—she notices her mother going to the door and moves quickly to beat her mother there. She wasn't going to allow her mother to embarrass her.

She pulls the door open, only then realizing that she's still in just her boxers when Santana looks away in embarrassment. "Hey, you found it okay." She grins. She really has picked the perfect omega. She just has to make Santana see it.

"Yeah." Santana says trying not to look at down at the black boxers that Charlie was wearing, there was a weird flip flopping of emotions going. "Um, are you going to put on some pants? My parents are in the car," she mutters.

"Oh, I should go introduce myself—" Charlie says waving at the black car. She makes a move to step outside the house when Santana places a hand on her chest causing her to pause ever so slightly.

"You need to put on some pants—you can't meet my parents like this. They'll think something is going on. I'm just here to watch the original trilogy with you."

Charlie glances down at herself for a moment, Santana had a point and turns just as her mom tosses her a pair of gym shorts. She pull them on in front of Santana. "Now can I meet your parents?"

"Are you going to introduce yourself as my mate again?" Santana asks dryly.

"Yes?" Charlie asks slightly confused as to why Santana was asking her this. "You can introduce yourself to my parents as my mate—"

"Like I need another set of parents to deal with." Santana rolled her eyes. "No. You will go and say that you are my friend and that we are just watching movies."

Charlie grumbled at this, but walked over to Santana's car barefoot, knowing that her future mate was watching her. Her mate was bossy, and she wasn't quite sure if she liked that. The window to the Lopez car slid open and Charlie slapped a smile onto her face. "Good morning Mrs. and Mr. Lopez, I'm Charlie Fabray Santana's 'friend.' It's a pleasure to meet you." She extended her hand and shook Carlos's hand and then Maribel's.

"I'm Carlos, Santana's Papi and this is Maribel." Santana's Dad introduced themselves quickly. "Thanks for the save the other day, I was sure Santana was going to find out." He admitted.

Charlie shrugged. "It's fine, Sir. My dad did the same thing when my older sister went on her first date with her mate. He made us come along, which was probably why he got discovered pretty quickly. She was angry for weeks that he had embarrassed her."

Maribel smirked, unaware if this young alpha knew what she had just insinuated. "In any case, Carlos and I are both grateful you could keep that to yourself. I'm afraid our Santana's got a little bit of a temper."

Charlie rubbed the back of her neck. "Yeah, I noticed. I promise, I'll take good care of your daughter." She felt like she was tripping over her own tongue to try and get the words out. "I respect her." She added lamely, almost as an afterthought.

Maribel watched her closely, her smirk broadening. "Thank you. I think she likes you, she's talked about this non-stop for the last few days—"

"Alright, that's enough weird Saturday morning bonding." Santana interrupted. It was mortifying that her parents still thought they needed to introduce themselves to all of her friends. She was an omega, not a child. "We should probably go, we've got over six hours of Star Wars to watch."

"Wait—what?" Charlie asked surprised. She had thought three hours, four tops. She quickly remembers her manners and looks at Santana's parents. "My parents really do want to meet you, so whenever you have time, you can always stop by for a quick chat." She feels Santana tugging on her arm and she sighs shaking her head to follow her mate. "Goodbye Mr. and Mrs. Lopez." She waves at them as she gets pulled up the steps back to her house. "I guess we'll be done in seven hours or so."

She turns to see her father grinning at them broadly. "So Star Wars, huh?"

Charlie groans. This is her worst nightmare. "Santana, this is my dad. Dad, you were just leaving, right?"

"Nope. I'll be around all day." He grinned. The last thing he needed was to leave an unclaimed omega in the same house with his alpha daughter. Especially when his daughter thought they were destined to be together. Maybe they were, but he'd rather be safe. "Your mom will too."

"Um, good morning Mr. Fabray, Santana said extending her own hand and watching as the alpha squirmed a bit. Are you a fan?"

"Yes actually I am, I tried to get my daughters into it but they didn't seem to care much for it other than think that light sabers were cool so I bought one for each of them. Only to have them just start trying to beat each other over the head with it. Perhaps I'll join you."

Charlie immediately moved and grabbed her father by the arm. That hadn't been the plan and she would be damned if he ruined things for her or worse embarrassed her before they had mated. "Can I talk to you dad?" She didn't wait for an answer and pulled him further away from Santana. "What do you think you're doing old man?" she demands. "Go do boring adult stuff." Charlie growls at him and glances back at Santana who was watching the whole thing highly amused. "I will cut you old man."

Russell rolled his eyes, he'd like to see his daughter try. "She's an unclaimed omega in my house, I'm going to trust you to behave. We haven't even met her parents yet." He gives her a look before pulling away and smiling at Santana. "I would love to join you but this one would have a coronary. Have you met my wife Judy?"

"Not yet." Santana admitted, smirking. It was nice to know that she wasn't the only one whose parents excelled at making her life miserable.

"Judy, come meet Santana." Russell insisted, calling down the hallway.

Charlie threw back her head in defeat. Her parents insisted on destroying any chance she had for happiness. "Santana this is my mother," Charlie introduced and eyed her mother carefully. She always had an embarrassing story up her sleeve. This time she had with Santana was special, they weren't mates yet.

Judy smiled and instead of shaking Santana's hand pulled her in for a hug, "Thank you," she said quite pleased. "I've finally gotten my daughter back, she actually talks to me now. I do apologize for any rudeness on Charlie's behalf she means well but—"

"Thank you mom!" Charlie tugged Santana free. "Let's go to the den and start. Six hours? Your parents will be back in about seven hours it's best to start now. You'll bring snacks mom?" Charlie asked pulling Santana with her.

Santana smirked, "Bye Mrs. Fabray—"

"Call me Judy," Judy said immediately.

"Mr. Fabray."

"Russell."

Santana waved and allowed herself to be pulled away by Charlie, "Your parents seem nice. Though I think you should have allowed your father to join us, the more the merrier. I could have loved to hear his thoughts on Sith versus Jedi."

"No. You wouldn't." Charlie shook her head. "What's to decide? Good guys, bad guys, it's all different sides of the same coin." Santana stops abruptly and Charlie has to turn back to her. "What? What'd I say?"

"It's not just an aspect of good versus bad." Santana corrects. "It's fundamental to the very understanding of this universe. The Force isn't just light and dark, it's an entire spectrum and the main difference between Jedis and Siths isn't in the Force they use, but how it is utilized. Jedi's insist that the only way to truly master the force is to have complete control over emotions."

"Well that seems like a bore." Charlie shrugged. Apparently, it was the right response because Santana follows her to the den.

"It is. And more so, it's the kind of patriarchal rhetoric that undervalues emotions and the power they convey—" Santana trails off and blushes, realizing that she's probably geeked out far too much, but after a minute continues. She's already this far, she might as well nail the point home, "—for example things like hate, fear, anger, Jedi's have to master it to the point where they don't feel those emotions. The problem comes from the fact that emotions aren't inherently good or bad, they just are. It's not bad to be angry. Sith's utilize that anger to fuel something productive."

"Didn't one of the Sith guys kill people? They are the bad guys, right?" Charlie flopped down on the couch and felt a surge of excitement when Santana sat down beside her.

"Semantics." Santana waved that point away. "But we'll start with A New Hope and you'll see."

"A New Hope? I thought we were watching Star Wars?" Charlie furrowed her brow.

Santana shook her head. The force was not strong with this one, but with her help maybe Charlie was salvageable.

She's not sure how they ended up snuggling on the couch, but after the first two hours of their movie marathon, she decided she didn't care. Charlie's scent was almost intoxicatingly comforting and the couch is super soft and Charlie is a damn good pillow. She reaches over and grips Charlie's knee as the pivotal scene comes to a close.

'He told me you killed my father.' Luke cries on screen.

She loves this part, the reveal and even though she's forced herself not to watch Charlie watch the movie, she can't help but glance up at the blonde to see her reaction as Darth Vader replies. 'No. I am your father.'

She expects Charlie to react with shocked horror, her own emotions tied to Luke's disgust. Instead, she finds Charlie fast asleep, her tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth and a small puddle of drool forming on the couch cushion underneath her head.

It's disgusting and disturbing. How could anyone sleep through The Empire Strikes Back? It's one of the best movies of this generation. Normally, Santana would rip the pillow from underneath Charlie's head and beat her with it, alerting her to the terrible crime of sleeping through this movie.

But something stops her. She can't explain it, and she's glad that no one is around because now she doesn't have to. She waits for the final scenes of this epic with Charlie's rhythmic breathing as the only other sound in the room. She sighs when the ending credits finish before carefully extracting herself from Charlie's embrace. She steps up to the DVD player and puts the next movie in, settling back in against Charlie's strong frame.

She's not going to waste a good movie marathon, she rationalizes to herself. It has nothing to do with the alpha beside her. Almost immediately Charlie's arms wrap around her to hold her again and she can't help but smile a bit, grabbing the remote. There would be plenty of time to get Charlie to watch the rest of the original trilogy. It was a lot to take in at once. She rubs Charlie's bare knee again and starts The Return of the Jedi.

It's only five minutes in when she smells fresh popcorn being brought in and looks up to see Judy who doesn't quite seem to notice that she's awake as she places a new bowl of popcorn out. She immediately hears her daughter's soft snores and is about to take a picture of the scene to show Santana's parents when she notices that Santana is watching her. "Oh—hello," she flushes putting her phone away.

Santana moves trying to extricate herself from Charlie's grip but it just tightens around her. "Um, hello Mrs. Fabray—"

"Judy," Judy corrects with a wave of her hand and eyes her daughter carefully. She smiles ever so slightly as she looks at her youngest, "You know, she thinks that you're amazing. When she does decide to talk about you to her dear old mother, it's always about how smart you are and how strong you are—is it true that you took out Finn?"

Santana blushes a bit and glances down at Charlie who seems completely out of it and pauses the movie. "Um, the big lumbering idiot? Yeah he got a bit handsy with me on my first day of school." Santana admits. "So I took care of it. I mean yeah I guess Charlie sort of made it clear that he wasn't allowed to so much as breathe in my general direction but I don't think he was going to start coming after me anyway."

"She is my daughter, and I like to think I raised her well," Judy said in a proud tone. "You know, up until she met you she wasn't interested in mating with anyone. Now it's become you all the time, and I know that she's gotten a little ahead of herself when it comes to you. So all I'm asking for is you just be patient with her, she's been a bit of a lone wolf ever since Quinn mated with Rachel." She watches as Charlie stirs a bit and wipes the drool from her face. "I'll let you get back to your movie. But a tip, if you ever need her awake, she has a very unhealthy love of all things bacon." Judy said with a small wink.

Santana shifted a bit and glanced down at Charlie and for a moment, it made her a bit uncomfortable to know that Charlie really was serious about the mating thing and it wasn't just because she was in heat. Sure she mentioned Charlie—her parents asked about her and she may have gotten off on weird tangents about her but still that didn't meant she wanted to mate with her. She couldn't even stay awake through Star Wars. She shakes her head deciding not to think about it and plays the DVD again still rubbing Charlie's knee absentmindedly.

As Leia sits chained in front of Jabba the Hutt with C3PO translating Luke and Han's sentence, Charlie jerks awake suddenly.

Santana smirks. "You have a little drool there."

"No I don't." Carlie immediately denied, wiping the back of her mouth with her hand and blushing when it indeed comes back with a fair amount of spit. Gross. She blinks quickly to try and focus on whatever was happening onscreen. The last she remembered there were like armies and it was space and something was happening. "I wasn't asleep."

Santana scoffs knowingly. "Uh huh. Sure you weren't."

"Wait—what the fuck are we watching? Did you start some weird alien porn?" She rubs her eyes, there's a woman in a gold bikini outfit with a giant slug thing holding her on a leash.

Santana groans inwardly, "Well you would know if you didn't fall asleep," she says with a shake of her head.

Charlie doesn't even bother to deny it, "She's not going to get freaky with the giant slug is she?" She presses looking a bit horrified. "I thought this was rated PG-13!"

"It is."

"He has her in a skimpy outfit and she's on a leash—the implication alone," Charlie argues.

"I know but we're not going to see anything," Santana admitted suddenly realizing that Charlie had a bit of a point. You didn't keep a woman as a slave and dress her like that just to have her serve you drinks. "Just keep watching, I promise you won't see some alien porn."

"Let me clarify. I'm not opposed to alien porn. It's just, he's a slug. I'm anti-slug porn."

"I'll keep that in mind. Now watch the movie and quit talking."

Charlie closes her mouth and reaches for some fresh popcorn and pulls Santana closer smiling when she doesn't complain and instead snuggles in closer. This was a good day, even if she was probably going to see some slug porn.