AN: I legit have a trove of stories to choose from, so I chose this, because it's the introduction of a new character the twin's grandfather. I've been playing with the Fabray family long enough it's about time to expand them don't you think?

Summary: Santana freezes and looks between the grandfather and granddaughter combo for a moment, before inching towards the doorway. She'd gained two pounds and she'd made a promise to herself that she wasn't going to allow Charlie to keep feeding her samples. Sure, they were delicious, and sure it was free food, but she wasn't going to gain the freshman fifteen. "Hey?" [Charlie/Santana]

Disclaimer: As usual I don't anything

"You know, back in my day staring at someone was considered rude." Charlie blinks at being caught, a guilty look crosses her face as she looks over at her grandfather, who had a bright teasing smile on his wrinkled features. "That's why you went over and you talked to them and attempted to be charming. I was very charming back then," Lawrence July informed her in a matter of fact tone.

Charlie runs a hand through her hair and goes back to working on frosting of the cupcakes, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Well, good for you. You don't just walk up to a girl like that and start talking to her. What are you crazy? She's like a ten, I mean look at her Gramps, look at her. She's probably not even, you know, a lesbian." Charlie whispers turning her attention back to the woman in question.

"Well, you'll never know if you don't talk to her."

"I have spoken to her."

"May I take your order isn't exactly a conversation," Lawrence sighed before deciding to let his granddaughter finish with the cupcakes. Basically, everything his granddaughter baked was a crowd favorite, she had worked harder than any of his other employees had in the past to take his little café and make it one of the more popular hot-spots, that allowed him to compete with the Starbucks and the other fancy cafés near the campus. He shakes his head and decides to help with the clean up, grabbing a towel so he could wipe some of the tables down, before Charlie noticed and tried to do it. He was an old man, but he felt just as strong and as sharp as he had in his fifties.

"Gramps—"

"I still beat you at checkers everyday and I'm sure I can beat you in a foot race," Lawrence laughs when the woman Charlie had been leering at turns to watch the exchange amusement.

Charlie scoffed, she let him win. She didn't want him to feel old. It was the least she could do since he had been the only family member to take her in when she'd been kicked out at fifteen. Moving in with her grandfather hadn't been the plan she hadn't thought he'd understand. He probably hadn't but he had still been reeling from the loss of her grandmother when she was twelve. He had welcomed the company, she had welcomed a roof over her head and someone familiar. She hadn't even minded helping him around the café after school. "Of course, you'd beat me in a foot race, I don't run," Charlie sniffs indignantly before going back to carefully making pumpkins and ghosts with the icing. It was almost Halloween and doing the designs was rather time intensive.

Lawrence smiled at the customer, who was busy with a large textbook in front of her and a half-eaten croissant. "You're becoming a regular, I see you here nearly every day," he says immediately striking up a conversation. He can already feel his granddaughter's eyes focused on him and he can already tell she has a horrified look on her face.

"Oh, yeah. This place is better than Starbucks, there aren't that many people here in the afternoons so it's like the perfect place to study. The wi-fi is super fast here," the woman admits.

"That's my granddaughter's doing," Lawrence admits before sticking out his hand. "Lawrence July, owner of this little establishment. It's always good to meet regular customers."

"Santana Lopez, I'm just a first-year student, I haven't decided my major yet."

"My granddaughter is a first-year student too, she's in the business program," Lawrence says shaking her hand and glancing to look at Charlie who looked like she was about to hyperventilate. "Her name is Charlotte, but she goes by Charlie. She's a bit shy—"

"Grandpa," Charlie hisses mortified by the turn of this conversation. Her grandfather was trying to get her a girlfriend. She immediately puts down the icing and runs over to her grandfather to pull him away.

Santana laughs openly at the blushing barista, she had noticed her when she first came in. "I thought you said you didn't run."

Charlie froze for a moment and cleared her throat, "I don't—but this was clearly an emergency. Excuse my grandfather he's getting senile in his old age," Charlie apologizes, turning to glare at her grandfather who laughed at this. "So, whatever he told you, it's a lie. A big fat lie," Charlie nods.

Santana glanced over at Lawrence who winks playfully at her before he goes back to wiping down the tables. "Well, what do you think he told me?"

"I—well, what did you tell her Gramps?" Charlie asks turning on him. This was not how she had envisioned this conversation to go.

"Oh, you know that you said that she was very beautiful and—"

Santana turns to look at Charlie who is definitely turning a very interesting shade of purple and red. "So that's a lie? I mean you think I'm hideous?" Santana teases.

"No—of course not!" Charlie insists holding her hands out, this was definitely not she had planned to ask this woman out on a date. Her grandfather was an old man he could get away with so much shit that she couldn't. "I think you're very beautiful, but my grandfather is well, well he's old and he talks too much and he enjoys embarrassing me."

"You do that all on your own," Lawrence says smiling when Santana laughs. A little push had been all Charlie needed. Now he hoped that she had somehow managed to inherit some of his charm, and she would be fine.

Santana grinned at the duo, before turning to look at Charlie noting her arms for a moment and a few of the burn marks on her hands. She'd probably spent a lot of time in the kitchen. "Are you the one that does all the cool designs on the cupcakes? I heard last year you did a super hero theme."

Charlie nods, she was glad that the word of mouth for 24 Carrot Café, it meant a steady stream of customers. "Yeah, I do most of decorations, but it's just regular old Halloween cupcakes this year. University classes have been kicking my butt, and I still have to make most of the baked goods here. I don't even think I know what sleep is anymore."

"Do you do cats? I mean I was going to ask if you did orders, my girlfriend is coming up for the weekend and she likes cupcakes and she likes unicorns and cats."

Charlie's jaw twitched for only a moment but at least her grandfather hadn't said anything. "Yeah, I can do a cat, I've never done a unicorn. I know that there was that whole unicorn craze a few months ago, but we didn't hop on board. I thought it was silly, but I can try to make a unicorn if you want."

Santana smiles, Brittany would totally love it. "Thanks, you don't know what it means to me. She's still back in high school, the distance is tough."

"I can imagine, I've never done a long-distance relationship before," Charlie admits. She hadn't really done any relationship before. There had been one hook-up but she hadn't enjoyed it as much as she should have. "Anyway, I've still got to start working on the prep-work for tomorrow and finish the cupcakes, it was a pleasure talking to you Santana, just stop by when you're ready to go and tell me when you want those cupcakes ready," Charlie says nodding before heading back to the kitchen, the smile on her face fading. This was why she didn't talk to beautiful women, they probably already had someone. The way Santana's face lit up suggested that this was someone who was very important to her. She sighs, well there went that fantasy.

Lawrence approaches his granddaughter after finishing wiping down the tables and gently prods her in the side watching as she jerked away and shot him a glum look. "Cheer up Charlie, now you know that she's taken. But you learned you can talk to people."

"With my grandfather as my wingman," Charlie sighs, she was going to be alone forever.

"Please before I met your grandmother all the women were after me, your grandmother was the only one who told me no."

"And you wore her down? Grandpa!"

"No, of course not. She told me no and then according to her I looked like such a kicked puppy she felt sorry for me. It was a pity date, but I took it anyway. We were married for fifty-seven years, had two beautiful daughters who ended up being rather disappointing but we did our best. Third time's a charm as they say." Lawrence shrugs and studies her and patted her arm. He had no idea what had gone wrong with Cassandra and Judy.

"So, what you're saying is that, I should look forward to a pity date from my future wife?" Charlie says frowning at the thought.

"I'm saying that you'll find the right woman eventually," Lawrence responded of course Charlie would focus on the pity date.

"Fine, but no more talking to the girls I like to stare at."

"Charlie, I know you're special but women really don't like it when you stare. I mean these are just facts of life." Lawrence responds and looks at the orange pumpkin. "Are we doing any pumpkin muffins this year?"

"No, I don't think they were that popular but I was thinking some spiced apple cider. Maybe something apple flavored. Like a crumble or something, or maybe some turnovers, or a Danish. I'll pick up some apples tomorrow after class and I'll test the recipes this Sunday."

Lawrence shook his head, "You have homework, and you do need to sleep eventually. I'll handle the recipes and you can taste test them."

Charlie sighed dramatically but nodded, her grandfather had let her have more responsibility in the shop but she had learned everything she knew about baking from him. All the tricks that had seemed like magic when he had done it she had picked it up just as fast. Getting treats from him this weekend was always fun and it only showed her that she still had a lot left to learn. "I really do need to finish these cupcakes before the evening rush starts," Charlie points out.

"Fine and make sure you get started on your homework. I don't want you up till two am, tonight. You can't operate on two hours of sleep a day." Lawrence lectured.

"Sure thing, gramps," Charlie said with a shake of her head grinning at him.