Santana glanced down at her phone, noting the sixth text message that Charlie had sent her. No doubt it was another text from Charlie who was making sure that she was okay. She had informed the alpha that she was going to the doctor's office, she hadn't informed Charlie why but after she had assured Charlie that she wasn't going to die, the alpha had turned flirty—or what she assumed was flirty. She wasn't very good at it, and that's when she had promptly ignored her.
"So Santana Lopez is it?"
Santana glanced from where she was sitting, mortified at the fact that she was in one of those infernal hospital gowns. It was freezing in the doctor's office and her mother was sitting in the chair beside the examination bed. She can't help but nod and puts her phone down. "Right."
"What seems to be the problem?" Dr. Chin asked moving closer to her. She could smell the pheromones in the air and it wasn't hard to figure out that the teenager was in heat.
"I'm in heat." Santana says flatly crossing her arms over her chest.
Dr. Chin blinks and looks at the chart. She was eighteen, she would have started going into heat at the beginning of puberty. "Have you not been having it lately?"
Maribel sighed, "What my daughter means is that she's in heat again despite the fact that she finished it not up to three weeks ago. She was on an eight week cycle which was normal."
"Yes, typical heat cycles are between eight and twelve weeks." Dr. Chin frowns thoughtfully. "So your last heat cycle was around a month ago?" She clarified, noting the chart when Santana nodded. "Have you been around any new alphas lately?"
"What would that matter?" Santana snaps. She's annoyed and on edge. Normally she has enough of a lag between heats that she can handle the next one, but she's uncomfortable and sensitive.
Maribel shoots her a look, but ads for the doctor, "We just moved here, so she's been around a lot of new alphas."
Dr. Chin nods. It's not uncommon for heat cycles to speed up, especially if this girl has been around her mate. But she's not going to reveal her suspicions until after she's had a chance to do a full exam. It's not uncommon for omegas to have abnormal heat cycles, but she needs to rule out the idea that something worse could be going on. "Well, it could be a number of things apart, a medical condition or it could be due to the new stimulus. Have you been spending time around unclaimed alphas?"
Santana twitched, and Maribel sighed and looked at the doctor. "She has been spending time around one particular alpha—"
"We're just friends." Santana insists immediately.
"Right," Maribel said dryly. "She has been spending time around one alpha who has been looking out for her could that have something to do with it?"
"Absolutely." Dr. Chin nodded, sitting down on the stool. "Especially if this unclaimed alpha is her mate."
"She's not." Santana assures quickly. "We're just friends." She repeats.
Dr. Chin smiles indulgently. "Sure. But if she's the only alpha you're spending time with, then it is most likely that she's your mate. The more time you spend with her, the more the hormones in your body will try and get your body for reproductive and the mate bond that you two form."
"I don't want to mate with her and I don't want to reproduce with her," Santana said horrified at the idea.
"Well, I can't really help you with the mating thing. Though you do know that if you truly don't want to mate with her you can always reject the bond. However, I can help you with the reproduction thing and controlling your current increase in hormone production." Dr. Chin glances at Maribel, "At this age, she should probably be on some form of birth control. I can go over the options with you right now."
Maribel nods, watching her daughter as Dr. Chin pulls out a pamphlet from the holder on the wall and hands it to Santana. "Most of the different forms of birth control will also help regulate your different levels of hormone production and prevent you from getting pregnant once you do start to be intimate with your mate. There are daily pills you can take, a weekly patch you can wear, or an implant we can insert that will all do the same function." Dr. Chin explains.
"What do you recommend?" Maribel speaks up, ignoring the fact that her daughter is fidgeting uncomfortably. She's old enough that she should want a mate, and Charlie Fabray seems like a perfectly good alpha. But she's well aware that Santana is stubborn and she probably should have known that Santana's stubborn pride would create a health issue.
"It's absolutely a personal preference. Most teenagers and young adults struggle to remember to take a daily pill, especially if they aren't used to that particular routine. A lot of my patients who lead active lifestyles don't really like the patch, so I would probably say that the majority of my omega patients opt for the implant."
"Which one acts the quickest?" Santana asks causing her mother to turn to her and raise a brow. "What? If this is Charlie's fault she's going to fix it. She probably planned it. Though I might be putting far too much stock in her intelligence." Santana muses.
"The implant would start working immediately however, I would suggest waiting a couple of days just to make sure that it's comfortable and to give it some time to work." Dr. Chin offers. "Truthfully, I would also suggest that you ask this Charlie person to wear a condom just to be on the safe side. You don't have to of course but you can't be too careful with these things."
Santana flipped through the pamphlet, "I think I'm going to go with the implant." She glances at her mother who nods and she turns back to Dr. Chin. "Yeah definitely going for the implant."
Charlie fought the urge to pace in front of Santana's locker. Even though they had been texting, it had been three days since she last saw her future mate. She wasn't sure if she could handle it anymore. If Santana didn't show up today, she was marching over there, regardless of what her parents said. Santana didn't need space, she needed Charlie. She growls and nearly punches her locker, her mate was sick and she wasn't there to comfort her in her time of— Charlie inhaled deeply. That scent. It confused her, it couldn't possibly be—
She turns and a huge grin crosses her face when she sees Santana marching up towards her. "Santana—" as Santana approaches she gets hit with a huge wave of pheromones and her eyes dilate in arousal. "You're in heat again—why?" Her voice had gotten huskier and it took all her will to simply not jump Santana and take her right there in the hall. While the teachers really didn't care when they were having sex they didn't like having it waved in their faces.
Santana folded her arms over her chest. "I'm in heat again because of you, dumbass. Now move away from my locker." She was annoyed and still uncomfortable as hell and damn it, Charlie's scent was driving her crazy. She had missed the next two days of school just to make sure that she wouldn't change her mind.
Charlie tilts her head to look at Santana carefully studying her. From the flushed skin, to the dilated pupils, increased heart rate—and the scent. The sweet glorious scent of her mate's arousal. "Because of me?" Charlie asks, repeating what Santana had just said. She steps away from Santana's locker to let her put her things away and reaches to touch Santana's arm watching as Santana jerked away from her. "Is that why you didn't come to school for the past three days? Because you were worried about what your scent might do to me?" Charlie presses and then shakes her head. "No, that's not quite right. I think it's the opposite, you stayed away for so long because you were afraid that you wouldn't be able to resist me."
Santana slammed her locker shut, annoyed that Charlie may have had a point but she wasn't going to simply admit it. "This whole mess is your fault and you're not suggesting how to help me fix it," Santana snaps at Charlie. She pinches the bridge of her nose, it's throbbing now and she grits her teeth. She wasn't going to be able to concentrate at all today. "Three questions. Question one: can you have sex with someone without mating with them? Question two: Do you have a condom on you? Question three: where is the most private place in this damn school?"
Charlie stares and she can feel the crotch of her pants tightening up. "Uh, I don't know. No, and the most private place would be out of the school. Trust me there are no private places in this school. Not really. "
Santana ground her teeth furiously. "Fine. Get the hell out of my way." She pushes past Charlie getting a good whiff of her scent that leaves her weak in the knees, but she needs to make a point and she'd be damned if Charlie—the throbbing between her thighs is back and she clenches her fists, she wants to scream. It's not fair. She doesn't want to mate. Fuck it. She turns around and stares at Charlie. "Fine that'll just have to do. I'm going to trust that you're not on the premature side. But I suppose that's why I chose to get the stupid implant to begin with. Come on, you're taking me somewhere comfortable and private." Santana says grabbing onto Charlie's arm, ignoring the slightly confused look on Charlie's face.
"You know for an omega, you sure are bossy," Charlie says after a moment. Her constant back and forth was giving her a bit of whiplash.
"For an alpha you sure are obedient," Santana snaps back. "Now do you want to have sex or are you all talk?" Santana tugs on Charlie's arm only to find that she's stopped moving. There's a frown on her face and Santana groans. "Don't tell me that hurt your little alpha feelings—" She's suddenly picked up and put over Charlie's shoulder and she can't help but smirk pleased with Charlie taking charge.