Santana had her earbuds in, playing idly on her computer. She should be doing homework, but since she had skipped another day of classes, she had no idea what exactly she needed to do. She'd figure it out tomorrow, for now she was fairly content hiding up in her room. She'd also have to do something about Charlie, she would need to stay away from her until her heat passed. As fun as today had been—she couldn't make it a habit. Even if that habit had left her weak in the knees, and with a delicious ache in between her legs.
She sniffed, taking in the aroma coming from the kitchen, she was pretty sure that it was just her father cooking up a storm. He knew that something was off, but maybe if she avoided him and her mother for long enough he would simply forget. It was wishful thinking on her behalf, but as long as she stayed in her room, she could remain in denial.
"Santanita?" Her mother called up the stairs and Santana furrowed her brow. When had she come home? She hadn't heard the garage, or anything that indicated that her mother had come home, and it was early. Her mother never really home early.
She groaned, but stood anyway. "Yes Mami?"
"Come down here now, please."
Santana frowned. Despite the words her mom sounded like she was smiling which was an almost universal sign that she wasn't going to like whatever was in store. She shakes her head, it was better to get it over with now. Then she could focus on doing something else—maybe wondering why the hell Charlie hadn't called. You didn't just take someone's virginity in a hotel and not call—sure it hadn't had been cheap but still it was the principal of the matter. "I'm coming," she says after a moment as she heads down the stairs.
"Pretty sure you said that earlier."
Santana stops halfway down the stairs, her cheeks going a deep red. There standing between her parents was Charlie Fabray who looked just as embarrassed as she felt. "Charlie," she hisses at the alpha who flashes her an uncomfortable smile. It takes her another step down to realize that Charlie hadn't managed to grab a shower. She was going to murder her.
"Ah, Santana, it's a pleasure to see you again." Russell beamed.
Santana forced a smile onto her lips, "It's good to see you again Mr. Fabray," She tilted her head to Judy. "You too Mrs. Fabray."
"Judy," Judy corrected with a shake of her head. "It was kind of your mother to invite us for dinner, it smells absolutely delicious. I'd love to get the recipe."
"Well I should go get washed up for dinner—Santana can you show me to a bathroom?" Charlie asked moving to stand by her mate only to have her father put a hand on her shoulder keeping her there.
"Charlie, we're guests in their house. So no funny business." Russell said giving her a look.
Charlie nods and quickly wiggles out of his grasp and moves to her mate. "Right, I'm seriously just going to wash up. Quinn and Rachel took forever." She shoots Santana an apologetic look. She really had just gotten home and was about to head to bed when she was dragged back out.
"Well behave, we'll just go join Carlos and Maribel in the kitchen." Judy said giving her daughter a look.
Charlie grumbled muttering under her breath, why did they think it was her that had somehow managed to convince Santana to skip school so she could defile her? Sure she might have been the alpha but she wasn't just going to tear off Santana's clothes and mount her without her permission. "I'm sorry," Charlie mumbles. "They sprung this on me before I could get to the shower."
"I thought you were supposed to be clever or something. Couldn't you have made them change their mind?" Santana grumbled pulling Charlie into her room.
Charlie's eyes dilated immediately and she could feel her pants getting tight again. There was a bed right there, and Santana's pheromones were incredibly concentrated right now. "You think I'm clever," Charlie said with a smirk before she pulls Santana towards her.
"I do not." Santana lied. "I just meant, don't you think you're clever?" Santana pinches the bridge of her nose. She's pretty sure this can't get any more mortifying than it already is. The last thing she needs to do is start stroking Charlie's ego.
"Charlie, what's taking you two so long?" Russell called up the stairs a knowing smirk clouding his tone.
Charlie groaned, feeling her own arousal dissipate at realizing their parents were just downstairs. "Do you think they'll leave us alone if we tell them that we're mating?"
"We're not mating." Santana hissed, pushing Charlie toward the bathroom despite the almost painful throbbing that seemed to grow with every word her mate spoke. This was ridiculous. "I have body spray, use it generously."
"Why?" Charlie groaned, this was torture, it was hell on earth for her, and she wanted to be with her mate. Respecting Santana's boundaries when she could feel the pull was getting more and more difficult, they probably shouldn't have had sex.
"Because—look just—" Santana grumbles, not wanting to tell Charlie the real reason.
"Santana," Maribel sing-songed up the stairs. "Don't make me come up there, I'll bring a hose."
Charlie crinkles her nose, "She's not serious is she?"
"She's deadly serious. Use my body spray and then get your ass downstairs," Santana and glances down at Charlie's crotch. "Take care of that."
Charlie frowned and turned toward the bathroom. 'Take care of that', like it was some inconvenience. That surely a different tune than what she had been screaming hours before. They really probably shouldn't have had sex.
Santana picked at her food wondering how Charlie could eat when their parents were staring at them from across the table. She squirmed, and resisted the urge to pinch Charlie. It wasn't fair. If she was this uncomfortable, Charlie should be too.
"Quinn's not here, Charlotte, so no one is going to steal your food." Russell chided, slightly embarrassed that his daughter would act this way in front of her mate's parents.
Charlie swallowed, she wasn't eating this fast because she wanted to. She wanted to make sure Santana was eating, but she was nervous and didn't like being stared at by parents. "Right," Charlie mumbles and glances at Santana looking for a bit of help, they were in her domain and she did want to make a good impression on Santana's parents.
Maribel smirked at the nervous alpha, "So, Charlie. When are you going to mate with my daughter?" she said cutting exactly to the chase.
"Mami!" Santana's said her voice filled with horror and embarrassment.
"Santana," Maribel said raising a brow. She had been talking to Charlie and she watched as the blonde alpha met her gaze evenly. It was impressive, she was still young, and she still did defer to her father for everything, but she could tell that Charlie would take very good care of her daughter.
Santana winced, Charlie wanted to mate, she had wanted to mate the moment that they met but she had been the one to— "We've decided to wait until we knew each other a bit better," Charlie answers.
Russell chuckled despite himself and all eyes moved to him, missing. "Good luck with that, pumpkin, but I'm pretty sure that's not possible."
"Russell." Judy hissed, a knowing smile on her own lips. She and Russell hadn't even tried to be apart their first year after mating, but it wasn't their job to burst Charlie's noble intentions. "I think what your father is saying is that waiting might be harder than both of you anticipate."
Charlie bit her drawing a bit of blood, he had no idea how difficult it was. "We've managed to go a few weeks, we'll decide when the time is right. Right Santana?"
"So you're finally admitting you're mates?" Carlos pressed a small smile on his face.
Santana groans, she hadn't wanted to admit that they were mates to begin with but it was becoming pretty obvious that they were something more than friends. "I want to get to know her better," she says lamely.
"Well the next time you have sex," Maribel cut in dismissively, glancing over at Judy and Russell in an attempt to quell the worries she was sure they had, "You should maybe consider utilizing a condom as well. I know Santana's has the implant, but—"
Santana closed her eyes, this was worse than mortifying. She was pretty sure she might die of embarrassment.
"Well that's a good thing." Russell cut in. "We Fabrays are unusually virile. Why, I got Judy pregnant with Charlie's older sister when we—"
"Please stop." Charlie begged. The last thing she needed to hear about was her parents' sexual escapades. "I don't want to know."
"When we were just children." Judy finished for him, looking pointedly at her daughter with soft amusement. "And none of us want that for either of you."
"Which is why you need to be careful." Carlos warned, picking up where Judy left off. "There is no better feeling than finding your alpha, and once you begin to mate it's almost magical. But both of you are far too young to be starting a family." He chuckled a little when his daughter squirmed at the suggestion. When Maribel went into heat, he was always took time off work just so that he could be available. It was the best feeling in the world and he was delighted that his daughter had finally found her alpha.
"Trust me." Santana spoke up, her cheeks flaming with mortified embarrassment. "We won't be starting a family anytime soon." It was the very reason she didn't want a mate in the first place. She wanted to do things with her life, important things, and the last thing she wanted to do was to be barefoot and pregnant and waiting around for Charlie to come home for the day. While her father was successful in his own right, most omegas ended up sacrificing their entire career to stay home and let their alpha take care of the family. Judy was a prime example of what most people expected from mated omegas, and she wasn't about to let that be her.
"You say that now." Maribel chided, "But accidents happen and that is why we have all decided that we are going to have a very detailed and frank discussion about sex and mating."
"You've got to be joking." Santana frowned.
Carlos patted his daughter's knee supportively. "I'm sorry, mija, but your Mami is right. We just want to make sure you're safe."
"Don't they have, like, pamphlets or something?" Charlie cleared her throat, not needing to glance over to Santana to know she would agree". "Like something that we can read and, you know, not do this?"
"Right, Dr. Chin gave us a bunch of pamphlets, there's no need to have an awkward conversation where you both share far too much information and scar us for the rest of our lives." Santana spoke up agreeing with Charlie immediately.
"We could do that, but Carlos is a doctor and in all the books I've read they say it's important to have this conversation with your children when it comes time to mate." Judy countered. She glanced over to Carlos who nodded emphatically.
Russell smirked, putting his hand on his wife's knee. They were torturing their youngest daughter, he was well aware of that. But not even Charlie could disagree with a mother's attempt to do this right. "We know you'll struggle, that you'll want to mate all the time." His eyes narrowed in on his own daughter. "But it's critical that you both graduate from high school. You'll want to skip class, but that is simply unacceptable."
"Unacceptable." Charlie scoffs despite herself, thinking of all the times she's seen Rachel and Quinn do just that. "Right."
"It's your job as the alpha to make sure that you both graduate." Russell adds. He knows Quinn is still caught up in the newness of it all, but she's at least managed to attend her classes regularly. "Do you understand me?"
Charlie rolls her eyes, but nods. "Yes sir."
Carlos watches his own daughter to make sure that she understands their expectations as well. Once she catches his eye and nods almost imperceptibly, he smiles. "Well, I think we've embarrassed these kids long enough."
"Carlos?" Maribel turns to him, her eyes dancing with amused betrayal.
"Oh come on, Mari, they're young and they won't do it again. Right Charlie?"
"Right, Sir." Charlie sits up just a little straighter in her seat.
Santana shook her head, and they wondered why she didn't want to mate with Charlie. Sure, Charlie had stuck by her and supported her decision and seemed to be patient, even though it was obvious that she wanted to do it immediately, but she couldn't give up her freedom to forever be known as Charlie's omega. "It won't happen again," Or at all. The plan had been for them to miss the first two periods. She hadn't thought that Charlie was some sort of—sex machine.
"Good, now the two of you can "hang-out" upstairs, if you want to. Maybe even mate if you want," Maribel said looking directly at Santana. "You shouldn't be sneaking off to hotels, you have a perfectly good bed upstairs."