A/N: I do not own Glee or its characters in any way. But all the mistakes you find in this chapter are, in fact, mine!

Santana sat in the back of her Spanish class, and she was pissed. First of all, Mr. Schue was epically failing at teaching the lesson, which wasn't a surprise. She was cool with that though because half the teachers at McKinley didn't know shit about what they taught. So can you really blame her for skipping most of her classes? It didn't matter anyways since she always passed her exams. She has to keep her grades up if she wants to get out of this rat hole of a town.

Nevertheless, those aren't the reasons why she's frustrated.

You see, she had the class all planned out accordingly. Santana was gonna waltz into the classroom like the queen she is and sit her sexy ass down next to one Rachel Berry. They were going to hold hands under the table and giggle at Schue's horrible attempt at speaking another language. Plus, Santana had to keep an eye out for the oaf. She didn't know if Finn had said something about her relationship with Rachel yet. Judging by the lack of questions or stares, he probably didn't. She had it all worked out perfectly, but then Schuester just had to ruin it all. He decided to pair up the students for an assignment, and Santana was paired with Brittany. Rachel, on the other hand, was paired with Puck.

Of all fucking people, Puck just had to be partners with Rachel.

This particular situation is what lead to Santana sitting next to Brittany as she glared at the back of Puck's head. He was way too close to Rachel for her liking. Why was her girlfriend giggling so much anyway? And why is Puck's arm touching Rachel's arm?

"I doubt that anything Puck is saying is that fucking funny," grumbled Santana. She continued glaring at the Jewish boy.

Brittany giggled. "San, you're so cute when you're jealous, but Rach totally doesn't like Puck that way. He's gross, and you smell a lot better."

Santana scoffed. "Britt, I am not jealous. Santana Lopez does not get jealous. Especially over Puckerman. He has, like, no game whatsoever." Santana just wanted to slap the smirk off the boy's face, and show him that Rachel is off limits.

Geez, what's wrong with me today? I'm never jealous of Puck. I can get more girls that he could ever dream of.

Instead of continuing to glare at the pair, Santana pulled her phone out of her cheerios bag.

Santana: wtf

Rachel: What?

Santana: Puck.

Rachel: What are you talking about? We're simply having a friendly conversation. Noah is my friend as well, Santana.

Santana: No one "just talks" with Puckerman

Rachel: What are you implying?

Santana chose not to respond.

Rachel: Santana Lopez, I don't know what kind of girl you take me for, but I don't just "hook up" for the fun of it. I am your girlfriend, and I'm offended that you would think that of me.

Santana: Baby, no that's not what I meant. I trust you, it's Puck who I'm worried about!

After waiting for about five minutes, it seemed Rachel wasn't going to reply back. Santana huffed. She trusts Rachel, it's just that whenever anyone, not just Puck, gets close to her mate, it sparks something in her. She has an idea what it could be, but she's not sure. She's startled from her thoughts when the bell rings signaling the end of class. She decides to talk to try to talk to Rachel but quickly decides against it. Santana spots her talking to Mike, and that weird urge to grab her mate and kiss the shit out of her in front of everyone comes back. Instead, Santana drives off to her house.

AP Calculus can wait.

"MAMI!" Santana yells out for her mother expecting to hear an immediate answer, but it doesn't come. All she hears is some strange thudding coming from upstairs. She makes her way up the steps and follows the sound towards its source. It's coming from her parents' room.

"Hey, guys- WHAT THE FUCK. OH MY GOD."

"SANTANA CLOSE THE DOOR!"

Santana quickly shuts the door. Oh god, she's starting to feel queasy. She just walked in on her lovely parents practically eating each other. That's an image she never wanted to see.

"Santana?" Her mother is the first one to step out once she's fully clothed.

"Um."

"Dios mio, didn't I teach you to fucking knock?!"

"How was I suppose to know you two were doing THAT?!"

"Why are you even here? You're supposed to be in class, Santana."

Santana sighed. "Yeah I know. But I just wanna ask you something. It's important."

"What is it, sweetie?"

"Um, remember when you told me about how dad was really overprotective of you when you guys started dating? Well, that's how I've been feeling about Rachel lately. Today, that Hudson oaf was bothering Rachel, and he left his scent all over her. I have no idea why, but I lost it. I practically dry-humped Rachel in the janitor's closet!" Santana blushed remember that morning with Rachel.

"I knew it! ENRIQUE , LOOKS LIKE YOU'LL BE DOING THE DISHES THE REST OF THIS MONTH!" Santana heard a faint grumble come from her parents' bedroom, no doubt from her father.

"What?" Santana stared at her mother. What was she talking about?

"Rachel is your mate! I knew it all along, you know. Mother's intuition. But you're father wouldn't believe it and now he has to do the dishes for this entire month," Maribel states with a smug expression.

"I can't believe you would bet on my love life! How did you even? Whatever, we'll talk about this later. I just need your advice about this." Enrique Lopez made his way down the stairs.

"Darling, I think I'm the most indicated one to answer this question. Come on; let's go have a wolf to wolf conversation." Santana and her father made their way into the kitchen. It looks like she was finally getting some advice.

"You are not getting Rachel Pregnant," Enrique states blankly. Santana's mouth dropped. Of course the Lopez were never ones to beat around the bush.

"W-what? Papi, Rachel and I aren't even…you know." Santana blushed. Eventually she was going to have this conversation with her father.

Enrique chuckled. "I figured, but I think you know what I mean. Now that you and Rachel are officially mates, your wolf genes are going to start to kick in. When I was with your mother, I would get insanely jealous. It's our instinct to want to claim our mate. You just have to control yourself because the Rachel isn't a wolf. She's fragile, and I know it would kill you if you even thought you hurt her. However, when you do decide to go the next step, make sure Rachel is ready. Oh, and always remember protection! Your mother and I better not be raising pups any time soon."

"Oh." Santana took a minute to organize her thoughts. What she suspected turned out to be right; it explained her emotions whenever Rachel had someone else's scent on her. (Santana has always been the jealous type, too.)

"This is going to be fun to explain," grumbled Santana.

Santana ended up skipping the rest of her class and glee club practice. She's sure Rachel 's going to yell at her about "responsibilities as a young adult" or some shit. Oh well, she could deal with that later. Rachel is coming over after dinner, and Santana's been practicing what she's going to say to her mate. It didn't really matter since there was no way around the awkwardness. She snapped her head up when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Santana watched as Rachel entered her room. The diva had an unreadable expression.

"Good evening, Santana." Before Santana could respond, Rachel has already started talking. "I think you owe me an explanation. You were not present at anyof your afternoon classes or glee club practice. Do you know how worried I was! Then there is the whole debacle with Noah. Honestly, honey. Noah is my friend, and I have no interest in him whatsoever. I'm aware of the reputation he holds and the fact that his features are considered highly attractive, and he's known to be an adequate partner when it comes to sexu-"

Rachel didn't get to finish her sentence when Santana attacked her lips. It was the same type of kiss that they shared earlier in the janitor's closet. Rachel moaned when she felt Santana nip her bottom lip and sought entrance with her tongue. She eagerly granted it.

"Mine. You're my mate, Rachel." Santana continued kissing the smaller girl as she carried them to her bed. She began to run her hands over Rachel's body, finally settling on the diva's hips.

"S-San, what are you doing?" Rachel struggled to take control of the situation. She loved Santana, but they were heading down a dangerous road. She wasn't sure if she was ready for that. She moaned when Santana began to grind onto her. A steady throbbing began between her legs.

"Mine mine mine." Santana couldn't utter any other moans. Her pants were becoming increasingly tight, and she knew this had to stop. She fought hard to stay in control, but her thoughts scattered when she felt Rachel buck her hips. She began to trail kisses down her mate's neck and gripped tighter as her grinding became rougher. She needed to feel more of Rachel. In one swift movement, Santana ripped of Rachel's skirt. She heard the girl gasp, but she was busy taking of her own clothing.

"Wait, Santana. We have to stop." Immediately, the cheerleader stopped. Her wolf side instantly protested. She scampered off Rachel once her rational thoughts came back.

"Oh my god, Rachel. Shit, that wasn't supposed to happen again! I was-" This time, Santana was the once cut off with a kiss. Santana growled and pressed Rachel harder against herself, but her mate kept the kiss short.

"What was that?" Rachel's eyes were hooded and her cheeks were flushed. It had felt amazing, but she had no idea what possessed Santana to do that. (Not that she was complaining.)

"Um, well. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. It's also the reason why I didn't go back to school. You see, Rach…you're my mate. When a wolf finds their mate, they become overprotective. Like, extremely. That would explain my behavior when Finn's scent was on you, and that's why I've been pissed at Puck, lately. Wolves instincts are to claim their mate, so that everyone is aware they're off limits." Santana looked expectantly towards Rachel once she finished.

Rachel chuckled. "That certainly does explain a lot. You want to mate with me! I was wondering when that would happen."

"What?" Santana was confused. Rachel knew about mating and claiming?

Rachel blushed. "I may have researched your species once you told me about it. Might I add, that most of the articles and information I found are extremely inaccurate. You're not hairy at all!"

Santana smiled. Leave it to her girlfriend to research everything there is about her. She is Rachel Berry after all.

"That doesn't surprise me at all, babe. Thank goodness that's out of the way now."

"So are you ready to claim me now?" In the time that Santana explained what was happening, Rachel made up her mind. She was indeed ready to be claimed by her girlfriend. Werewolves mated for life, and she loved Santana. Her life plan could adjust.

"Rachel! Of course not!" Santana was flabbergasted. Did she hear right? Rachel Berry was ready to be claimed? Absolutely not.

"And why not? If anyone is going to take my virginity, it should be you." Rachel pouted and stomped her right foot.

"Damn right it's going to be me. But I am not claiming you anytime soon. I'm not taking advantage of you, Rachel!"

"Honey, you're not taking advantage of me. I want this. I want you." Rachel pressed into Santana and peppered her neck with soft kisses. She smirked in satisfaction when Santana let out a low moan, but it turned into a pout when Santana separated them.

"No, Rachel. We're not doing this."

"But, baby!"

"No."

Rachel started to say something, but she stopped. Santana watched her girlfriend smirk and a devious glint sparkled in her eyes. "We'll see about that, honey. Goodnight, San. I'll see you tomorrow. Don't worry about picking me up, I already have a ride!" With that, Rachel kissed Santana and left.

"Well that was weird." Santana sat on her bed confused which was becoming common for her since she started dating Rachel.

A/N: Sorry for the super long wait for an update! School's rough, and all my exams are coming up. I'll try to update as soon as I can, though. I tried making this chapter a little longer because of how long I took to update. Keep reviewing and giving me suggestions; I appreciate all of them! Let's hope we enjoy tonight's Glee epdisode, haha.

**Spoiler**
Perhaps Rachel will engage in some fun teasing in order to get Santana to speed up sexy times. ;)