Santana glanced over at Charlie frowning slightly as the alpha moved towards her bed and hops onto it, patting the space beside her. "Charlie—" if her mate thought she was doing it anywhere near her parents just because they had given them permission she had another thing coming.

Charlie flashed Santana a smile, "Its okay. Your parents said that it was fine and I know my parents really don't care, what with Rachel and Quinn doing it all the time. I don't even think they left the room all summer once they mated." Charlie crinkles her nose at the memory.

"That doesn't mean that I feel comfortable doing it in my room with my parents hovering around to see if you're going to mate with me." Santana snaps at her and when Charlie tilts her head she wraps her arms around herself. "If you want to do something well you have your hand. I've got homework to do."

Charlie shifts on the bed so she is sitting up, "I wasn't thinking about having sex," Charlie admits and receives a pointed look from Santana. "Well, I mean, I am, but I don't think I'll be able to refrain from trying to mate with you. It was hard enough earlier and even though it was fun—I'm not sure if I could do it again. I still have teeth marks on my hand and I drew blood." Charlie holds up her hand and waves it at Santana. "But we can do other things."

"Like?" Santana presses. "We're not playing board games or something lame like that and I really do have to do some homework, you kept me from school all day remember? Even though you promised it was only going to be a few hours?"

"I think we're forgetting that you were the one that was begging for more," Charlie points out and meets Santana's eyes when she narrows them at her. "You were, I didn't make you do anything that you didn't want to do. I've been respecting your wishes—"

"Have you?" Santana challenges, finally getting a bit annoyed at the alpha in front of her. "You didn't even know my name and you wanted to mate with me when we first met, you expected me to just jump into your arms and just—just mate."

"You were in heat!"

"So? You didn't know my name!" Santana says crossing her arms over her chest.

Charlie frowned and ran a hand through her hair, "Look, I'm sorry. You were in heat, and it's the first time that I've ever really wanted to have sex with someone. I mean yeah I've done it before but I've never felt the urge to mate with them. I've certainly never felt what I felt when I first met you. You're my mate. I know that, you know that. We're supposed to mate, we're hardwired to do it."

"Well I don't want a mate!" Santana snaps.

Charlie frowns, "Of course you want a mate! You're an omega." The words were out of her mouth and immediately Charlie regrets them, not just because she can hear her father smacking his forehead with the palm of his hand and her mother's sigh of frustration.

"Right and you're being kicked out of my room now. Get out." Santana snaps at Charlie who doesn't budge. Instead it looks like she's about to make some sort of moronic stand. "I said get out."

"No." Charlie frowned, folding her arms over her chest obstinately.

Santana arched her brow. "No?"

"No. I've done everything I can to respect your feelings, but you can't just kick me out without telling me what is wrong." Charlie insisted. There was something else going on, she knew it. She just had to get Santana to tell her what was wrong, and then she could fix it.

Santana pushed Charlie hard against her shoulder, forcing her out of the room. "I did tell you what's wrong. I'm not just a stupid omega that you can order around."

"I never tried to order you around, I'm just saying that you're—" Charlie was pushed back again and the door quickly slammed shut, cutting her off effectively. She let out a frustrated growl, she was tempted to be forceful. Santana was an omega. Her omega. She didn't just get to slam the door in her face and tell her to leave, but she wasn't going to make a scene or force Santana to do anything. So instead she turns around and gathers herself before walking downstairs. There was no need for Santana's parents to see her throwing a fit. Even if she really wanted to.

"Charlotte?" Russell presses raising a brow, he got up when Charlie blew past them and shook his head. "Teenagers," he mutters. He turns to Maribel and Carlos, "Thank you for the wonderful meal, hopefully this entire mess will be sorted out soon."

Maribel smiles even though she has a sneaking suspicion it's not Charlie's fault that this mess is complicated in the first place. "One can only hope." She escorted the Fabrays out of their home, taking note that Charlie was already waiting by the car. She sighs when the car leaves her driveway, she's going to absolutely murder her daughter if she did something to mess up her future with her alpha.

Carlos was waiting inside the front door a small smirk on his own face that suggested he had the same suspicions. "Do you want to talk to her or should I attempt to?"

She wanted to make him do it. After all, as an omega he might be able to relate with their daughter. But the bullheaded stubborn attitude was something she didn't inherit from Carlos. "No, I'll handle it."

"I think she's just—it's just hard. I don't think she was expecting this to happen so soon."

"Soon?" She shook her head. "Carlos, she's almost eighteen. Many omegas have already mated by now."

"Yeah, but our Santanita is special." He smirked when she rolled her eyes. "It's a big adjustment and I think she was expecting to have a little longer to wait before finding her mate."

Maribel is quiet thinking about what Carlos had said, "I know it's an adjustment and I know she wanted to wait, but it's a bit late for that now. She's found her alpha, and once they join it really is the best feeling in the world. Knowing that you've found your soulmate, that you'll never be alone. The fact that the two of them had sex while Santana was in heat and they didn't mate shows remarkable control on her part. You remember when I mated with you?" A grin appeared on Carlos's face and she rolled her eyes. "I couldn't help it, it just sort of happened. Except going in there with that attitude will only have Santana claiming that I'm taking Charlie's side. I'm not, but as an alpha I know how difficult it is, how confusing it is. One day you're not interested in mating, and then the next minute—"

"We're skipping class and having sex under the bleachers," Carlos finishes for her and gets shoved playfully. "Well apart from the casual exhibitionism, they certainly do take after us."

Maribel smirks, "Maybe we should lead with that."

"If you want to scar our daughter for life, then go ahead." He counters. "Let's go talk to her together then, see what's bothering her." He takes her hand and tugs her upstairs, well aware that his alpha is not looking forward to this conversation. It doesn't matter though, something was clearly the matter and they needed to get to the bottom of it. "Santana? Charlie's gone," Carlos says knocking on the door. "Can we come in?"

"No," came the petulant reply causing Maribel to roll her eyes, and open the door anyway.

"Did you hear your father? Your mate is gone."

"Good. I don't need a stupid alpha anyway." Santana curled up on her bed grabbing her pillow to cuddle it and inhaling deeply, Charlie's scent was faint but it lingered. She felt pathetic. There was a loud voice in her that wondered what Charlie was doing, and she felt like an idiot. "Stupid alpha's trying to boss me around like she knows best," Santana grumbled.

Carlos shot Maribel a look and she sighed. "You're your own person, Santana. Your alpha isn't there to boss you around."

Santana arched her brow in disbelief, glancing up from her pillow. "She wants me to stay at home and be pregnant and—I don't know barefoot! And be there at her beck and call for sex!"

"She said that?" Maribel growled lowly, well that might explain why Santana was furious at her mate.

"Of course she didn't but it's obvious isn't it? Her mom is a stay at home-mom. You should hear Quinn and Rachel talking about reproducing and having their little lizard-hobbit hybrid spawn running around. I don't want to be some housewife, who stays at home and is barefoot all the time. I don't want to be at her beck and call for sex—I don't want a stupid alpha, who only cares about mating. She treats it like it's no big deal. We mate and then what? I bet she doesn't have the answer to that. You heard what she said about omega's how we want to find an alpha like they're some—some prize or something." Santana exhales noisily and looks at her mother. "No offense."

Maribel arched her brow. "What I heard was an alpha who is trying to take care of you. Don't think I missed the bullshit about the two of you trying to get to know each other."

"Mom." Santana rolled her eyes. Of course her mom was on Charlie's side.

"I'm not just saying this as an alpha. I'm saying this as your mother. It sounded to me like your alpha is far more concerned about making sure you're comfortable than keeping you barefoot and pregnant all the time."

"You say that like it's a bad thing. I'd love to be naked and ready to service your mother at any moment." Carlos spoke up, delighted when it had the desired effect and made both Santana and Maribel turn to him in horror and amusement, respectively. "We had to get rid of naked Thursdays when you were born."

Santana furrowed her brow. "I thought you guys always talk about Naked Tuesdays."

"We got rid of that a little later." Carlos grinned when she pulled a face of disgust.

"Gross. Papi, I don't think I ever needed to know that." Santana groaned.

He took a deep breath, turning serious. "Alright, I guess I made you uncomfortable enough." He narrowed his eye at his daughter. "Now listen to me or I'll make it even worse. Your Mami and Charlie are right when they say mating makes everything easier. You can't lie to me, because I know what it's like when you first meet your mate. You are torturing yourself, and probably Charlie too, and the thing that makes your mother and I worried is that you just don't understand how wonderful it is to be with your mate—"

"Papi, I'm not some little kid—"

"Listen." Maribel growled at her daughter. Carlos was on a roll and she wasn't sure there was anything more attractive than watching him be a father.

"You are an omega Santanita, and it's scientifically proven that you crave an alpha. And not just any alpha, but your alpha. The thing that people don't mention nearly as much is that Charlie craves an omega just as badly."

Santana looked at him closely for any hint of deception, but Maribel took up where he left off.

"Your Papi is right, all of us, alphas and omegas are hard-wired to want to be with our mates. It's no use trying to fight it. We need each other." Maribel said and shook her head, "I didn't find out what your father's name was until after my second—"

"Too much information!" Santana said immediately covering her ears.

Maribel smirked, "My point is, it's not uncommon for an alpha to not ask, we lose ourselves to our instincts. She met you while you were in heat, and it must have thrown her for a loop, and let's not mention you two were intimate while you were in heat and she didn't mate with you. Even though I imagine at some point you wanted to."

"It's fine if you want to torture yourself and wait, Charlie seems like she's waiting for you to want to be her mate, but if you have all these unasked questions, then you need to talk to her. You need to ask her. I mean if you want to be like two Beta's." Carlos crinkled his nose a bit. "Knowing is easier than not knowing who you're meant to be with. You know who your mate is, and you need to talk to her. Figure things out, mating will take time if that's what you want."

Santana frowned and turned to her mother and then eyed her father, "And you were okay with mom not knowing your name? When you first met?"

"Well, no. Your mother was in heat when I met her, kind of like you and Charlie. I don't think I remembered my own name. We mated that day, and I wouldn't change anything. The getting to know each other part that came naturally. But being mated—sometimes it's like we don't need words to know what the other is thinking."

"I know what she's thinking." Santana grumbled. "It's always sex."

"Again, that's not always a bad thing." Maribel teased, chuckling when Santana's cheeks flamed red.

"Gross." Santana spat again. She wasn't a prude, but sex wasn't everything. Despite what her parents implied and catching Quinn and Rachel in the act several times already, it wasn't the most important thing that she wanted in a relationship, and as far as she could tell Charlie put them all to shame. "Do I need to apologize?"

"Yes," Carlos said immediately.

"Absolutely not," Maribel grumbled.

Santana looked at both her parents and raised a brow, "Thanks for the advice." She scoffed. That wasn't helpful at all.