Quinn jumped, slamming her naked back against the kitchen cabinet when the door from the garage slammed shut. "Fuck," She cursed, why the hell were they back so soon? They were supposed to be gone for hours. She glanced over at Rachel who had curled in against her and fallen asleep between Quinn and the cupboards. Having only a few seconds to react before her whole family moved into the kitchen, she wrapped her arms protectively around her mate, just waiting for anyone to say anything.

"Quinn, what the fuck?" Charlie groaned, not even needing to enter the room to have the scent waft toward her. "I eat in here."

"You eat everywhere," Quinn retorts quietly rubbing Rachel's back, a pleased smile on her face. She had worn Rachel out, which meant that her omega was pleased. She puffed out her chest and eyed Charlie, "Don't think I didn't notice how my car smelled like you and Santana had fucked."

Charlie frowned eyeing the various surfaces in the kitchen; she wasn't sure what was clean and what wasn't. The whole thing was rather unsanitary. "I would never take my mate—Santana in the back of your car. It's gross and it smells disgusting in your car."

Quinn raised a brow, she had noticed Charlie forcing the change in how she spoke about Santana and flashed her parents a smile as they finally entered. "Mom, Dad, dinner didn't go well I take it?"

Russell frowned, "Quinn what have I told you about having sex in the kitchen?" he questioned in a gruff tone. The fact that his daughter's mate was currently naked didn't bother him in the slightest, but it's not like Quinn lived alone.

"I would have cleaned up once I was finished," Quinn replies flashing her father a smile deciding to focus on the disaster that was brewing as Charlie made a face before opening the fridge. "Seriously, what's her problem?"

"I don't think tonight went as well as she hoped." Judy confided, frowning at the sight of both of the teenagers on the cold floor. She rolled her eyes and turned to the laundry to find them at least something to cover up with.

"Could you stop talking about me like I'm not here?" Charlie spat, kicking Quinn's foot out of the way so she could open the freezer side all the way. She grabbed a half-empty tub of Rocky Road ice cream and stole a spoon from the drawer. Slamming the door to the freezer shut, she stormed toward her bedroom, before turning back. "Just next time remember that you're not fucking god and stay in your stupid fucking room like a normal person."

Quinn bristled at the tone. "What, did your omega reject you again?"

Russell moved to immediately intercept Charlie, who made a lunge for Quinn. "Now Charlie, you did put your foot in your mouth in a major way. I know you want to mate with her, I know how desperate you're getting but we just got the kitchen redone, and I can't have you two going at it and ruining the work that was done. Your mother and I are looking forward to the day you two graduate and you leave this house. We probably won't be spending a fortune on replacing furniture." He waits until Charlie stops struggling before letting her go.

"Seriously though, it's been like over a month. That's like unheard of, your mate is weird. Why in the world would she want to do things like the Beta's do."

"She's not weird," Charlie grumbled rushing to Santana's defense.

"Well the alternative is that you did something wrong again, and you're going to make a poor mate. If you ever mate."

"Lucy," Judy admonished causing Quinn to look at her and shrug.

"I mean at least in my defense, I had to beat Finn for Rachel. What's your excuse?" If Charlie was going to be a bitch about the whole thing then two could play at that game.

"Enough Quinn," Russell said rolling his eyes, and placing another hand on Charlie's shoulder. "Charlie, your mate is stubborn, and that's fine, just continue to go at her pace. Everything will work out in the end if you're mates. It will eventually happen."

"Right, not if I end up dying," Charlie grumbles. "She's killing me!"

Judy rolled her eyes, "Don't be so dramatic dear, it doesn't suit you. You offended her, so I suggest you go back to the crazy idea of getting to know each other like you were doing and she might mate with you."

"The operative word in that statement is that she might mate with me, look at my hand! Do you know how hard it was to not mate with her? I'm trying to respect her wishes and her wants but—come on. It's not about mating with me, yes we had fun, but I want my mate. She's strong and smart and perfect—well except for her stubbornness. What's wrong with me?"

Quinn smirked. "Do you want me to make a list? You're rude, you eat non-stop, you think—"

"Quinn, please." Russell said rubbing his forehead. "There's nothing wrong with you Charlie, I know that now that you've found your mate that's all you can think about. But sometimes you just need to be a bit patient. I know it's not something that alpha's excel at, but just give her a bit of space to think. Bring her lunch like you've been doing and showing her that you're always going to be there for her as her alpha."

Charlie opens her container of ice cream and begins to shovel some of it into her mouth. "Fine."

Santana grimaced as she stood in line for the cafeteria again, she really needed to start waking up early, but Charlie had been bringing her lunch every day, so she hadn't had to. She doubted that Charlie made it herself, but it was a free lunch that never seemed to have any strings attached to it, and Judy's baked goods were delicious. But they were fighting and Charlie hadn't been waiting for her like usual around her locker, this morning. In fact she had only seen Charlie for a few seconds earlier walking with Quinn who had come to walk Rachel to her next class. She hadn't really said anything to her.

Which meant that she had to buy the crappy cafeteria food, maybe she would actually have to apologize to Charlie, but maybe she would give it a few days after her heat was done. She had woke up with that throbbing between her legs craving another day in bed with Charlie. That clearly wasn't going to happen.

"What are you doing?"

Santana turned from where she had grabbed her tray and looked at Charlie who was holding two lunch bags, one with her name written on it. "You didn't have to do that—aren't you mad at me?"

"Not mad enough to let you poison yourself on cafeteria food." Charlie held out the lunch bag. "Here. Mom, made brownies last night." She hands it off to Santana and turns to look at a free table and crinkles her nose when she sees Rachel and Quinn sitting together. "I'm going to go sit by Quinn and Rachel, I'll see you later."

Santana glanced around, taking only a second before making her decision. "Charlie wait—"

Charlie paused.

"Maybe—" Santana shifted uncomfortably. Fuck, this was a disaster. She craned her neck and sighed. "Don't be an idiot. Come have lunch with me."

Charlie turns to look at Quinn and Rachel and shivers when she notices that Quinn's hand has disappeared. God damn them, and the fact that they couldn't even give her a lunch where she didn't have to watch them go at each other. "I don't know—"

"Do you really want to eat lunch with the hobbit and the lizard?" Santana asks and turns to look at them. "I'm pretty sure Quinn's hands are under Rachel's god awful skirt right now. It would explain the looks that Finn is giving them."

Charlie groaned, she couldn't do it. She liked sex, but she could wait, at least until they were in private. "Okay," she mutters. She was definitely going to make sure Quinn got a piece of her mind later. She follows Santana to an empty table and puts her lunch down and opens it, she still waits for Santana to take a bite out of her lunch before she starts to eat.

"So—" Santana says, the situation feeling hopelessly awkward. "Your parents like to embarrass the crap out of you too huh?"

"The only reason my parents had kids was so that they could embarrass them. Apparently it's what you're supposed to do when you get old and senile."

"It must be in the handbook or something." Santana mumbles and bites her lip, chewing on it when Charlie just shuffles a bit. She sighs and looks away for a moment, "Do you want to just mate?" She might as well just get it over with, it was what Charlie wanted and her parents.

"No," Charlie responded. "I don't want to mate with someone who doesn't want me as a mate. I also don't want you to offer it as an apology. I want you to want to be my mate." Charlie crinkles her nose a bit before packing her half-eaten lunch. "I'm going to go sit by Quinn and Rachel now. I'm not mad—not really, I just liked it better when you were very vocal about what you wanted and I don't mean that in a sexual way. I liked that you were independent and could take care of yourself, I don't like—" Charlie waves her hands. "This. So find me when you're either ready to talk or you make a decision."

Santana frowned, "I want to go to college and have a career, and I want to put off having kids for as long as possible."

Charlie stops and looks around for a moment, "Okay?"

"I'm never going to be just your omega. I want to be a doctor or a lawyer—or something maybe I want to be a vet? I don't know what I want but I know that I want to figure it out. I don't want to stay at home and just be pregnant and barefoot, and I don't want to be at your beck and call for sex."

"What do you mean you're not going to be just my omega—if you're my mate then you're my mate you can't just date other people," Charlie says horrified at the prospect. What type of alpha did Santana take her for? Maybe she needed to be a bit more possessive.

Santana stared at Charlie for a moment, she was torn between being amused and being annoyed. Of course Charlie had only heard what she had wanted to hear. "No, that's not what I—meant. I mean that I don't want you to see me as just an omega. You're not just an alpha. You have hopes and dreams and all that shit don't you?"

"Oh—" Charlie rubs her arm. "Look I'm sorry that I didn't find out your name when we first met—"

Santana held up her hands, to stop Charlie. "Apparently that's an actual thing that happens. My mom didn't ask my dad what his name was until they were in the middle of having sex, and they still mated anyway." Santana takes a deep breath. "So you don't want to make me into some housewife and you know get pregnant right out of high school like Quinn?"

"Oh god no. I don't even think Quinn and Rachel are serious about having a baby right after high school, they both have so much they want to do. I think it's just one of their many, many kinks, which gross me out. I honestly don't know and when Quinn tries to explain it to me I tune her out. As for me trying to keep you at home, it's obvious that I'm never going to be able to do so even if I wanted to. I don't want to by the way." Charlie leans in, "Babies freak me out," she admits to Santana who laughs.

"Great, my mate is an alpha who is scared of babies," Santana says with a shake of her head. She could work with that.

~O~

Santana was nearly going crazy when the last bell sounded. She had refused to go to Charlie after lunch. She might still be in heat but she had some self-respect. Well, at least she did. She was dying and it seemed that her itch was something only Charlie could scratch.

Worse yet, Rachel had seemed to take it upon herself to remind Santana of all of Charlie's good (or less than intolerable) qualities. Infuriatingly, even just the mention of Charlie made her squirm uncomfortably in her seat.

But would it be so bad? Despite her protests, she knew Charlie was her mate and even more, she wanted to mate with her. She gripped the straps of her backpack tighter and made her way out of the school, glad that another day was over. She actually knew was for homework today, and she knew that she would be spending most of the weekend doing it. It would be something to certainly keep her mind off—Charlie. A whimper nearly makes it out of her lips as she spots her mate sitting on the hood of Quinn's beaten up old jeep, reading V for Vendetta. "Fuck it." Santana hisses and marches towards Charlie. If Charlie notices that she's coming she doesn't show it. It's annoying and she knows that Charlie can certainly smell the fact that she was aroused. It was probably another one of her power trips. "Charlie. You're coming home with me."

"Santana, we aren't having sex, I'm not sure that I can hold back. It was difficult last time to not mate with you," Charlie explains and her comic book is snatched out of her hand forcing her to look at Santana.

"Charlie, you're coming home with me," Santana repeats slowly.

Charlie tilts her head slowly at Santana, biting the inside of her cheek to stop the huge grin on her face. "What about your parents?" Charlie asks after a moment.

"My parents will probably give us a few hours, if I tell them that we are about to mate. A few hours. We probably won't have the whole night but—I'm sure you can manage to get something going." She gently prods Charlie's side. "Come on."

"Why are you so bossy?"

"Says the person with the massive tent in their pants," Santana retorts and Charlie finally grins and scrambles off the jeep.

Everything about this felt different than last time. There was no desperation, yes she was wet, and she felt just as needy as before, but Charlie wasn't attempting to exert any dominance over her. Instead she had spent the past half hour between her thighs, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm with her mouth. For a moment she wasn't quite sure if Charlie was actually going to mate with her, but as Charlie crawled onto the bed and positioned her body above her she knew it was coming. It was the look in Charlie's eye, yes there was lust there but there was also something else there.

"Are you ready?" Charlie asks running her hand along her length, she was hard, painfully so and she wasn't quite sure what she would do if Santana changed her mind last minute." Cause I'm serious I'm not sure if I can stop, once we start."

Santana nods slowly, still panting lightly from Charlie's earlier ministrations and swallows. This was it, she had heard that it was going to hurt, Charlie latching on, marking her body. "Yeah, I get it—just do it."

"So romantic," Charlie teases and leans forward kissing her, using her hand to guide her dick into Santana. It's still as tight as it had been yesterday and Charlie can't help but to let out a hearty groan against Santana's lips. "Fuck."

Santana moans despite herself, Charlie's width filling her pleasantly. There's no rush, and even though she needs Charlie to do something, anything really, the alpha doesn't move right away, until a second later when her hips begin to move slowly. It's different, and without the frantic feeling of their first time together, she just lets the pleasure wash over her, moving her hips in time with Charlie's trying to establish a rhythm. "Charlie—" she arches her back and she feels Charlie's hands roaming against her breasts, teasing them and groping them.

"Santana," Charlie grunts, she's close it's embarrassing but she's never been on the quick side, but there's something different about this. Santana's tight and warm and the moans and the smell, and she can't help but to shift, "Last chance—"

"Do it, I want it. I want to be your mate—" Santana groans as Charlie leans forward choosing a spot on her right shoulder and biting into the flesh, locking on. The mark would never fade, and she didn't want it to, she wanted to be Charlie's mate, more than anything and today just proved it. Her own personal alpha to boss around one, and love her. She's not quite sure what she's feeling at this point but it makes her feel warm and fuzzy like she's being engulfed in a hug.

Charlie groans, if anything Santana smells even better and she can't help but move her hips, her thrusts becoming erratic, she loved her, even if Santana was stubborn, and insisted on being bossy. It didn't matter she had found her partner in life and already she could feel the difference. She could feel Santana's emotions the uncertainty hidden behind all that confidence, she just knew. It made sense now, everything did and she felt like an ass for getting so upset to begin with. She thrusts forward a few more times, before she feels Santana's legs wrap around her waist, locking her inside of her. She groans into Santana's shoulder closing her eyes and digging her fingers into Santana's hip, as she finally cums. It's harder than usual, and she can feel Santana's hand on the back of her head.

Her orgasm hits the moment Charlie's does and she gets why Charlie was so eager to mate, so certain. She had been lonely, was this how all alpha's felt? But Quinn and Rachel, as much as Charlie crinkled her nose at them and cursed them out, bothered her more than she had ever told anyone. So this was what mating was, and it felt wonderful. Why had she been so resistant to it before? Charlie was her mate.

It takes a moment before the moment is over and Charlie slumps onto Santana, finally letting go, "Wow," she mumbles.

It takes Santana moment to realize that Charlie was speaking before she wraps her arms around her mate's shoulders and tilts her head up so she can lean in and kiss her. "Next time," Santana mumbles, "Don't take so long," Charlie lets out a tired laugh rolls over onto the bed after sliding out of her.

"Santana?"

"Mhm?"

"We're not going to become like Quinn and Rachel are we?"

"God no. And we're not going on any double dates with them. I've heard Rachel's suggestions and they sound terrible, and even if they didn't they'd probably end up abandoning us. Or you know, we'd end up just walking away, and stealing their car while we're at it."

Charlie bursts out into a tired laugh, "I love you," she admits openly.

"I love you too," Santana says after a moment, she can't hide it. She doubts that she can hide anything from her mate anymore, and it seemed that Charlie wouldn't be able to either.

AN: That's all folks. I know some of you thought that this was going to be longer but it's not. Short stories to go along with Stiches. But you're probably going to get a few longer stories soonish.