AN: Updates might be a bit spotty for the next little bit, my laptop died, and I sent it in for repairs. So don't think I've abandonned the fic or anything. Just laptop issues. Don't worry all the finished fics like this one are saved in the cloud.


"I can't believe you dragged us into this." Kitty grumbled for the billionth time. Santana was losing her patience and they hadn't even started. "All for some dumb mechanic. I could buy you a mechanic. I'm not meant for physical labor."

Santana rolls her eyes. "For the millionth time, it's not going to be that bad. We're going to have those guys eating out of the palms of our hands by the end of the day." Sure, it was humiliating, but if the boys needed to bring them down a few pegs before they were interested then so be it. "It'll be worth it. Older guys know how to please a woman and look at them all. They're probably super experienced. Which means we'll enter our respective universities having learned how to control older men. So, it's a life lesson."

"Again, I don't see why we can't just buy them stuff. I mean did you see what they were wearing?" Bree mutters. "Look if you want to rebel against your parents and date men who are beneath us then that's on you. You have horrible taste in partners. It's probably why you can't keep them."

Santana stops and turns to Bree ready to rip her a new one when a voice that's filled with amusement and mirth stops her from the verbal smackdown. "I seem to owe Jake and Sam fifty dollars each. I didn't actually think you'd show your faces here."

Santana smirks and turns around and bit her lip he already had a light sheen of sweat on him, which meant he'd be shirtless soon enough. "Well. I'm full of surprises and like I said, when I eventually manage to get that massive party out of you I'd like to know that you'd follow through on it. Now what are we hosing down?"

"Nothing. You're mopping and cleaning up the Midnight Sun, that boat over there. There was a huge party yesterday and they came back late so we left it for you and your girls to do." Charlie said jutting his finger towards what appeared to be a double decker yacht that was tied up in the marina. "Don't worry though. We'll be circling through to supervise. Blaine's first and don't think you can use your feminine wiles to get him to help. He's gay. They won't work on him." Charlie's smirk grew wider when he saw the look of disbelief on Santana's face. "Please, I thought you'd try something like that. After Blaine it's Sam who is happily married, then a few other guys who will probably be immune. I'll take the last shift."

"Are you kidding me?"

Santana turned to Kitty, so she hadn't thought that Charlie would be smart enough to get a read on her. "Look if we work together then this won't be a horrible mess and we'll be done in a few hours. Right?" She groans when Charlie shrugs clearly not planning to lift a finger to help her out of this situation.

"Fuck this, I thought there'd be hot guys for us to flirt with and you basically said all we needed to do was flirt with the guys to get them to clean up for us. He's not worth it. He's probably going to be a mechanic for the rest of his life, and in two years he'll have a beer gut and be bald. I mean we could have just gotten our personal cleaners to clean this place but no you had to be fucking difficult. I'm out." Kitty snaps looking at some of the other girls. "Who's with me?"

"Sorry Santana, but I have much better things to do." Bree shrugs.

Santana's jaw drops. These bitches were supposed to be her best friends. "What? You can't leave me."

"It's not worth it." Elaine agrees, and with that her entire brigade of helpers follow Kitty in some attempt to get as far away from the disgusting yacht as possible.

Santana watches her friends leave in dismay. If this were any other time, she'd have to agree with Kitty, but something inside her wants to wipe the smug grin off Charlie's face. With a sigh, she turns back to him. "Alright. I guess it's just me then." She declares, grinding her teeth a little as she thinks of the day ahead.

"You need new friends." Charlie scoffs, handing her a bucket and plastic gloves. The guys probably wouldn't have abandoned him. Though he was sure it was because they knew that he could fire them. If all those girls had worked together it probably wouldn't have taken them more than two hours, and he probably would have been inclined to take them out on one of the smaller boats.

Santana bites her lip, tempted to tell him to fuck off and give her friends of piece of her mind. Instead she sighs and decides that if she's going to be tortured she's at least going to make the best of it. After steeling herself, she takes the gloves and winks at him. "I agree. Are you offering?"

"Depends on how well you clean." Charlie teases right back. He pats her back and points to Blaine, "Follow the guy with far too much gel in his hair, he'll show you what to do. I've got some repairs to make."

Santana sighs and watches him walk away whistling, he was such a fucking asshole and she was such a fucking idiot for making that bet. "Alright, Blaine was it? What am I doing?"

Sam raised a brow from where he was getting ready to go out start teaching his class on sailing and looks over at Charlie. "We had the cleaning crew do the Midnight Sun last night. I thought you weren't going to make them do anything other than swab the decks, take out the trash and wipe down some tables and send them home with a lesson to not make bets that they can't win."

Charlie tilted his head to where Santana was attempting to keep her head held high and shrugs. "I didn't think they'd show up and I was sort of right. Let's see how long she lasts before she quits."

Sam shakes his head. "You're an ass."

"And your boss, but—uh don't let her know that okay? She seems reasonably intelligent. I don't want her digging."

Sam nods, "I'll let the guys know."

Charlie gives Sam a mock salute. "Oh, and if she gets hungry give her a sandwich and some water."

"She'd probably prefer it if you gave it to her," Sam called out.

"I know, but I'm teaching her a valuable lesson that you don't always get what you want." Charlie flashes Sam a grin.

Sam shook his head as Charlie headed to the shed to start working on the repairs. He liked her, which meant that Ken owed him fifty dollars. He was going to make so much extra money this summer.

~?~

It was the smell of pizza that caused Santana to turn to look up, her stomach growling. It was probably some new form of torture, that Charlie had cooked up. As it was her nails were absolutely ruined and the moment she was done with this she was heading to get an emergency manicure.

"Wow this place looks fantastic." Charlie said pulling out a chair and placing the pizza box on the table, the guys were already packing up so that they could go home and from what he had heard Santana had been busting her ass all day. He places two beers and some juice and water for Santana on the table.

Santana frowns, she hadn't taken a look at herself in the mirror but she doubted that she looked amazing like she normally did. "I wasn't going to let you say that I weaseled out of my share. So, you don't have an excuse when I eventually get what I want." Santana replied haughtily.

Charlie hummed and popped open a beer and took a sip of it watching Santana carefully. "I got you pizza, nothing fancy. Half meat, half cheese. I didn't know what you liked on your pizza so I thought I'd play it relatively safe. The beer is mine though, since you know—underage."

Santana scowled at him but she was hungry and tired and perhaps he wasn't a complete fucking tool, "I don't understand—"

"That I'm doing something nice for you? I don't get it either, but it's a pizza. I was hungry—don't think too much into it." Charlie insists.

"No, I know you're a dick," Santana informs watching as his brows rise comically. "I was going to point out how it wasn't fair that we could have sex but I can't have a drink or two." She smirks when he starts to cough. She tries to grab the other beer only to have him pull it out of her reach. "Oh, come on. Why not?"

"Because you could be a lightweight, and you're driving home soon." Charlie responds bluntly before devolving into a fit of coughs as he tried to clear his airways.

Santana scowls and takes the juice that Charlie had brought instead sitting down across from him. "Fine," she grumbles, reaching for a piece of pizza and grabbing the small cardboard trays so she could rest the pizza on. She had just cleaned she wasn't in the mood to make a mess. "So, does this mean we're friends? Since I need new friends and all."

"You really want to hang out around here? Shouldn't you be shopping and doing what girls like you do?" Charlie asks.

Santana narrows her eyes, "Girls like me?" He smiles a bit and she realizes he's joking, at least she thinks he is. "I am here, because my father wants to keep me out of trouble. Apparently, I'm going to marry a biker and drop out of school—you don't have a motorcycle, do you?"

"No. My mom would murder me if I got one," Charlie responds with a shrug. "Sorry you're going to have to find a hairy biker somewhere else."

Santana huffed. "Well I wanted to take sailing lessons—"

"If you want to take sailing lessons then there are classes, you'd be put in the beginner's class, we don't do private lessons. We simply don't have enough boats. And the only lessons I teach are the ones for the kids every other week. So, if you want to join that class—"

Santana makes a face, "I don't want to be around a bunch of children." She wouldn't be able to flirt as openly as she did in front of him.

"I figured as much, look tomorrows my day off and if you really want to go out on a boat I guess I can take you. I had planned to go fishing, but if you want I can take you out—"

"Yes." Santana says immediately, this shitty day had almost been worth it. She'd have him alone on a boat, she'd work her magic and he'd be hers for the rest of the summer. "Wait it's just going to be us, right?"

Charlie rolled his eyes and grabs a slice of pizza. "I leave first thing in the morning, and I'm not going to wait for you," Charlie informs her. He pulls a card out of his pocket with a number on the back. "That's where you're going that's the number that you need to go to. I leave at half-past seven tomorrow morning, and when I say I'm not waiting, if you're not there I'm going fishing."

Santana nods, she wants to ask if there's anything she should bring, but she didn't want to seem like a child. He was taking her out on a boat, and they'd be alone for some time. She'd never had sex in a boat before—she wasn't even sure if it was possible. He was a mechanic and he was fairly young he probably didn't have a fancy yacht. Probably some cheap motorboat. "Fine, I'll be there at that god forsaken hour. But only if you admit that you want to be my friend." Charlie stared at her blankly that smug grin on his face and she resisted the urge to smack it off his scruffy face. He was a prick, one who had a bit of tomato sauce on the side of his mouth.

"You don't have to go come if you don't want to. Like I said fishing." Which would require silence and patience that he didn't think Santana had. He really wanted to find some tuna or really at this point any type of fish. He had been far too busy to fish and it was supposed to be his day off.

Santana scowled she couldn't get a good read on him, and the fact that he seemed dismissive of her of all people drove her crazy in both the good and bad way. She tosses a napkin at him, motioning to his mouth. "You make it sound like you'd much rather be fishing then doing me," she holds her hand up before he can say anything. "I'll bring us some food." He was a guy the quickest way into his pants was probably a decent meal and this pizza was barely decent.

Charlie studied Santana wiping his lips, "If you want to bring food you can," Charlie said with a shrug. If she thought that he was going to lose his head and have sex with her then she was just being delusional. He'd take her to see some dolphins and then take her back. "Anyway, finish up. Now if you'll excuse me, I still have a job to do. It's about time for me to do inventory and start making sure the boats are secured before we close up for the night. You can have more pizza if you want." He tapped the pizza box and got up stretching. "Just let me know when you're ready to get out of here alright?" He waits until Santana nods before he turns and heads out. If she was determined she would probably show up and he was curious. Which probably meant that he was interested in her in some facet but he certainly didn't want to think about it for far too long. She was barely eighteen and he wasn't some pervert, it didn't matter how hot she was.

~?~

Santana shivered as she glanced at the paper that Charlie had given her, she didn't even know what she was looking for, really. This place seemed rather high end for someone who probably wasn't making that much money on a mechanic's salary and she didn't see some little dingy, just rather various interesting houseboats. There was no way that he could afford this, and she scowled as she walked along the dock. Perhaps this was some elaborate prank and he was going to kidnap her and torture her. She paused, she didn't know jack squat about him and he was taking her out to somewhere secluded on a boat, where it would be easy to dispose of her body. She should probably let someone know where she was, and she stops to take a picture of all the boats and post it to her Instagram account. At least then someone would know if she disappeared. She slips her phone back into her purse and shifts glancing around the dark and quiet docks. There were a few lights on and she shifted a bit, wondering if she should simply call it quits while she was ahead. But she had gotten up at five am to get herself ready and decide on the perfect outfit to wear and pack the food that she had gone out of her way to go and she'd be damned if she gave up now. She swallows any fears that she has and continues to walk the docks till she gets towards the end of it, still not seeing him. Maybe she had gotten the wrong one, it was dark and—

"You're early."

"Fucking hell!" Santana jumps, whipping around and noticing Charlie crouching down on a rather fancy boat. There was no way that he could afford something like this on his salary. She didn't know what it was, but it probably wasn't enough to afford a fancy house boat. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Charlie eyed her before looking back at his checklist. He always did this before going out, he had been caught without some important gear because he had been in a rush to get out before. He would double check everything and with Santana there, he would be able to cast off sooner than expected. He'd have to check to make sure that he was completely fueled up as well. "Nothing, I'm going through my checklist, I honestly expected you to be late." Charlie comments offhandedly before shifting and walking towards the boat boarding ramp that he had set up and extends his hand. "Need help?"

Santana flicks her eyes towards the boat again, it looked expensive. Though she didn't know much about boats to begin with. "How can you afford this place?"

Charlie pauses for a moment and looks around the boat, he hadn't truly put much thought into what he would say to Santana, but he shrugs. "It belongs to the owner of North Sails. It's one of his boats, I live here in the summer." Charlie explains after a moment. "I've been working at North Sails since I was twelve. So, don't worry the boat isn't stolen."

Santana flushes, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed for harping on his lack of wealth. It was in bad taste as far as she was concerned and the owner of North Sails probably did have a few house boats that he probably rented out. She reaches out to take his hand feels him pulling her towards him rather easily. "Sorry."

"It's fine," Charlie responds brushing it off and looking at her. She was carrying a few things and he holds his hand out to take them from her, trying to ignore the fact that she was in incredibly short shorts and the top showed far too much skin as well. It was silly, she should have dressed in layers, especially since it was generally colder in the mornings. "It's warm in the—" Charlie pauses for a moment and his hazel eyes search Santana and he makes a face.

"What?" Santana snaps, there was no holding back the bite in her words and she felt bad. She was cold, it was some god-awful time in the morning and she had already put her foot in her mouth by inferring he was a thief.

"In the cockpit. Or you can head below deck and attempt to find something of mine that is reasonable to wear. I think one of my hoodies should be long enough for you. It's completely up to you. I still have this list that I need to go over to make sure that we can castoff on time." Charlie waved his checklist.

Santana grinned. "Your cock—"

"Here we go," Charlie mumbled shaking his head and heading to the cockpit. "I'm going to check my radios once more and my battery levels. Please stay out of trouble and don't—touch anything. Especially if you have no idea what it is. If you want a hoodie just head down the stairs, be careful it's a bit steep, and just go straight down the hall to the state—master bedroom. My closet is on the side, though I think the hoodies are in one of the drawers." Charlie explains. "Now I really need to double check everything."

Santana nods and immediately heads inside resting her hand against the dark mahogany wood as she makes her way inside his boat. It was—gorgeous and rather hip for a place. There were things that even looked brand new, and she realized that Charlie probably had a deal where he fixed up the owner's boats for a place to stay during the summer. He was smart, intelligent and she reaches to touch the recently reupholstered seats in the dining area. There was even a fridge and a stove and what appeared to be an electric stove as well.

Despite her general compunction to poke around she heads straight to his bedroom, it's where all the good things were anyway and opens the door, her eyes popping a bit at the wide bed. She hadn't expected something so big on the ship and she moves and gently tests it, noting that it was comfortable. A slow grin crossing her face, they could have fun here. He lived alone had a decent place to live, and a comfortable bed. The things that they could do on this bed, or in his cockpit. Santana bites her lips and quickly opens a few cabinets before finding where he stored his hoodies and grabbed the bright red one. She could work with this.

As she slips it on she wonders how she can salvage this day, it was a long day that hadn't started out well. This whole thing was odd, normally she wouldn't be in this position, he'd be trying his hardest to impress her. But since that fourteen comment, she had been furious at the insult. She wasn't a child, she wanted him to do things to her that were very adult.

Ignoring again the urge to go through his stuff, she slips out of the bedroom and makes her way back up the stairs. She heads back up the stairs to the cockpit though it is far less accommodating for what she'd intended than she would have hoped. There's a small couch along the side of the cockpit and she lays down to wait for Charlie. She isn't sure if it's the fact she was up at dawn or if it is the soft slow rocking of the boat on the water, but she feels herself start to droop sleepily. She sits up and looks for Charlie who seems to be engrossed in inspecting the boat.

"What the hell." She grumbles and closes her eyes for a minute. She's always been a light sleeper so she knows she'll wake up as soon as Charlie is ready to leave. It's not as if she's going to fall asleep.

~?~

Charlie crouched over in front of Santana and gently shook her shoulder, hoping that she wouldn't freak out. He had decided to simply let her sleep for the journey, he liked the quiet and she sort of looked cute curled up in his hoodie. He had found a blanket to drape across her, but they had arrived at their destination and he had already dropped the anchor. "Santana. You need to wake up," he says quietly.

She groans and turns over to face him. "I'm awake." She mumbles, her eyes still closed as she settles back in.

Charlie blinks and sighs, "Well, okay. I'm going to do a bit of skinny dipping now. So, whenever you feel up to it—"

She sits up quickly, blinking away the sleep from her eyes. She stares at him noting the smirk of amusement on his face and scowls on him. "You're an ass."

"Guilty." Charlie admits before getting up. "I'd let you sleep but I thought you'd want to see the dolphins that are outside the boat. I mean you could spend the whole day sleeping if you want, but it does seem like a bit of a waste. Also sleeping right there, that couch is incredibly uncomfortable. Though it could be because I'm taller than you."

Santana stands to follow him out of the cockpit. She blinks as the sun hits her face and she blinks, she had forgotten her shades in her car, but she hadn't even thought that they'd be out this far. She couldn't see any land. All there was wide open ocean. "How long was I asleep for?"

"Nearly three hours. We're about forty miles out." Charlie explains heading towards the deck area. "Please be careful around the railings if you want to see the dolphins. They occasionally like to bump the boat." Charlie explains before stopping and grabbing a life jacket. "Put this on."

Santana stares at the bright orange life vest and shoots him a look. "No thank you." She pauses noting that there is a little dining table and two chairs out on the deck area and she flicks her eyes at him, wondering if this was a date. There was even breakfast out there and she watches as Charlie takes a seat. "So—is this what you do?"

"I don't understand?"

"Take girls out on your boat and show them dolphins? They think it's some big romantic gesture but you're really just trying to get into their pants." Santana asked taking a seat across from him and crossing her arms as she studied him. She needed to get a good read on him and so far, all she got was that he was a bit of an ass.

"Oh. No. Sometimes it's seals," Charlie responded as he took a sip of his orange juice. "Girls really like the baby seals." He smiles at the look on Santana's face. "I'm kidding. Mostly. I don't need to take a girl out to sea to get into her pants Santana. You wanted to go 'boating'. I took you boating." Santana jumps back a bit when something leaps from the water and she hears some clicking and squeals. "Oh. That's Chuckles, I named him. You can name the other ones."

Santana smiles and watches as the group of dolphin's swim around the boat. She notices a bucket filled to the brim with small cold fish. "Did you catch those?"

Charlie shakes his head, smiling softly at the thought of wasting all his fishing time for sardines. "No, I brought them to feed the dolphins. Go ahead and feed them, we aren't going to get any decent fishing until they're gone anyway. Just don't fall in."

Santana's pretty sure he expects her to squeal and be grossed out by the idea of touching dead fish, but she isn't going to give him the satisfaction. She picks up two of the slimy fish, tossing one to Chuckles and another to a waiting dolphin who snatches it out of the way and clicks his approval. She hadn't expected to be playing with dolphins today or go on this date with him. She pauses for a moment, "This so needs to be up on my Instagram. It'll show those traitors what they missed by abandoning me yesterday."

"Like I said you need new friends. It's a good thing Chuckles seems to like you." Charlie drawls slowly.

Santana sticks out her tongue at him and he smiles at her. "Please you know you're going to be my best friends."

"I don't generally want to sleep with my friends," Charlie responds when Santana returns holding her phone. She fumbles with it and he smirks deciding to leave it at that as he crosses his legs and watches her take photos of the dolphins.

Santana bites her lip, she doesn't quite know what to say to that. She's unsure of herself for the first time in a long time and she decides to simply take some selfies with the dolphins for now. "So, if I'm your friend I get to go out on your boat?"

"No. I don't take my friends out on the boat either. You did a good job, and I was wrong. I thought you'd quit, so I decided to do something nice," Charlie says with a shrug. "I still think you're fourteen."

Santana's jaw drops. "I am not fourteen!" She hissed turning to him angrily. She pulls off his hoodie so he can get a better look at her. When you were fourteen did you know any fourteen-year old's as hot and as developed as me? I'm eighteen!"

"Right," Charlie said in a mocking tone taking another sip of his orange juice and a bite into his bagel. She was far too easy to needle. He smirks when Santana throws his hoodie at him.

"You're an ass." Santana grumbles again. She had no idea why she even liked him.

"Guilty." Charlie repeats himself again and reaches to pull Santana closer to him. He grunts when she falls into his lap. "I don't sleep with my friends."

"I don't want to date you. You're an ass," Santana responds meeting his gaze with a hard one of her own.

"That's fine. But as long as you know that it means no complications, I'm not going to be your boyfriend."

"God no, I just want someone to warm my bed for the summer. In the fall I'm off to Yale and I'll never see you again." Santana muttered leaning in to kiss him and not noticing his eyebrow quirk at the statement. She does notice that he kisses back though, and she knows that her trap has been complete. Now it was just to see if it had been worth it.