Charlie Fabray chewed on her sandwich while watching the news, she never understood why it took Santana and Quinn ages to get ready. Especially when it was just a get-together for the damn glee club. She didn't even know why she was going, she had never been apart of glee. All that singing and bursting out into random song creeped her out. But her sister had liked doing it and so had Santana so she supposed she needed to be the good girlfriend and head to this silly little party. It wasn't all bad at least Puck was going to be there and she could hang out with him all night.

A dollop of mayonnaise dripped from her BLT onto her shirt and she glanced at the stairs, making sure that neither of her girlfriends were in sight. Feeling safe, she wiped up the spill with her finger and licked it clean.

"Charlie, go change your shirt." Santana called down from the upstairs bathroom where she and Quinn were doing whatever they did that took an eternity.

"How does she do that?" Charlie mused, frowning as she shoved the last little bit of her sandwich in her mouth. It's not like you could even see that she had gotten mayo on the shirt, but she shakes her head and heads upstairs to go and grab another shirt dropping the shirt in the laundry hamper on her way in. She crinkles her nose when she misses the shot but makes absolutely no move to pick it up as she finally made her way into her bedroom and grabbed another shirt from the ground. She brought it to her nose to sniff it before deciding that it was clean enough and pulling it on and buttoning up the plaid shirt as she pushes the door open to Quinn's room. "You guys done yet?"

Quinn turns to her twin dropping her towel and makes a face, displeased at what her twin had worn. Ripped jeans and a wrinkled and possibly used shirt. "Are you serious? Go change."

"No, this is perfectly fine. Who the hell am I trying to impress?" Charlie crosses her arms over her chest.

"Don't you want to look sexy for us?" Santana asked, falling back to her go-to strategy. Whenever she needed to get Charlie to see things her way, it was best to use sex as a motivator.

But Charlie was feeling petulant. "Eh. You two like me well enough."

"No we don't," Quinn mutters and immediately gets elbowed by Santana. "It's one thing to dress like that at home, we both know that none of your clothes stay on for a long time anyway, but it's another thing to go out dressed like a bum. If you need to borrow something of mine—"

"You have terrible taste, so that's a no."

"Look in a damn mirror! When was the last time you even ran a comb through your hair?" Quinn snipes at Charlie who scratches her cheek.

"Does last night count? When you—"

"No it doesn't count," Quinn turns to Santana and throws up her hands. "You fix her!"

Santana rolled her eyes and went to Quinn's closet to pick out one of Quinn's shirts and tosses it at Charlie. She notices the blonde about to scoff and throw it back when she narrows her eyes at her. It's enough to get Charlie to mutter something under her breath and pull off her crumpled shirt and pull on the turtleneck that would hide all of Charlie's hickeys.

"There. Happy?" Charlie huffs.

Santana eyes Charlie critically, using her thumb to fix a small smear of Charlie's barely there lipstick.

Smirking at having narrowly avoided becoming Santana's dress-up doll, Charlie's completely unprepared for Santana pushing her firmly against her shoulders, causing Charlie to fall back onto the bed. Santana doesn't give her time to recover, straddling her hips quickly. "Quinn, grab my makeup bag."

"Oh come on," Charlie whined, trying not to get distracted by Santana's boobs in her face. To be fair, they were great boobs.

Quinn watches for a moment, wondering if Santana is going to take it any further, her own dick swelling a bit. If there was one thing that she loved more than anything was watching Santana take control of her twin. It made her job so much easier and she adored hearing Charlie's whimpers and groans as Santana worked her magic. "Swat her if she tries anything," Quinn said after a moment as she handed Santana her makeup bag.

"You know I much prefer spankings," Charlie grumbles as Santana begins to apply the makeup to her face.

"Pain-slut," Quinn comments offhand. "Speaking of spankings, we don't need to remind you that no one is supposed to know about us. It's bad enough Puck caught us but it's Puck he's harmless. Not everyone has Puck's mindset though."

"I know, I know—wait why the hell are you lecturing me about this? It was Santana's fault that we got caught to begin with," Charlie grumbles. She's rewarded with Santana scowling at her. "It's not my fault that you were screaming like you were being murdered!" It had been Quinn's fault, she had been cuffed to a chair unable to touch herself while she watched. It had been a punishment for something or rather.

"And you wonder why Quinn's my favorite." Santana grumbled.

Charlie huffs, she was the favorite just this morning. "Well it wasn't my fault either way, if anyone is going to ruin it, it's Quinn."

"Me? Why would I be careless enough to let us get caught?" She challenged.

"Uh, hello? Possessive much?" Charlie shook her head. "I bet you fifty bucks that Quinn gets drunk and when someone tries to make a pass at Santana she'll get all angry and tell everybody we know."

"She has a point," Santana remarks and looks over at Quinn.

"Please, like I'm the only possessive one in this relationship? You wanted us to get your name tattooed on our asses!" Quinn reminded her with a shake of her head.

"That hardly makes me the possessive one, and if Charlie wasn't such a damn pussy when it came to needles, we would have gone through with it." Santana pokes Charlie's chest. "You need to keep a leash on Puck, you know how he gets when he's drunk. Just keep him entertained."

"Puck has been drunk a lot and he hasn't told anyone he has however implied that he wants to join in on the fun multiple times but people ignore him because it's Puck. It's like when Brittany says something that doesn't make a lick of sense," Charlie reminds them but the look on Santana's face informs her that she was still on Puck duty. "Fine. But if you guys start doing some weird singing and dancing again well I get to be in charge tonight."

Quinn snorted, Charlie wasn't exactly simple but just Santana sucking her off seemed to stop her from getting to dominate, she really did like getting fucked and fucking far too much to care about the whole sexual dynamics of their relationship. "Right, well I can't promise that Rachel and Finn won't break out into a love song but I'm not in the mood to sing tonight, if that makes you feel better."

"Good, none of those diva offs either," Charlie turned to Santana. "Just ignore Rachel alright? And Mercedes and Kurt and Blaine and just enjoy the party. You're better than all of them, and unlike them you're coming home to a sex life that would make them green with envy."

Santana rolled her eyes as she finished applying Charlie's makeup, "I can handle myself around Wheezy and the Hobbit."


Charlie grabbed another drink from the kitchen. She wasn't sure why she always let Quinn and Santana convince her that these parties would be different.

"Oh come on Chuck," Puck shook his head when she poured herself a second glass. "Don't get your panties in a twist. It's fun."

"It's a karaoke competition." Charlie quirked her brow. "Tell me how that's anyone's definition of fun?"

"Are you not having fun, Charlie?" A new voice came from the doorway, startling Charlie and making her spill both drinks along the kitchen. Fortunately, only a little bit of liquid splashed against her shirt.

"Santana!" Charlie blushed, hiding the second cup behind her guiltily. She didn't need Santana thinking she was wasted, especially when she was supposed to be on Puck duty. However, based on her girlfriend's smirk, she wasn't successful.

"I came to check on you when you disappeared with this one, I know how you too get in trouble without adult supervision." Santana grabs a towel and tosses it to Charlie grabbing another one to help her. "I rest my case," she teases as she begins to help Charlie clean up.

Charlie face flushes a deeper red as Santana moves closer to her and runs the towel along her shirt. It's clearly not helping her dry off, in fact Charlie's sure that Santana is feeling her up in front of Puck. It was nice to get a bit of the attention now that Santana wasn't beside Quinn anymore. "How about you help me dry off in the bathroom?"

"God damn it Lopez, it's so not fair," Puck mutters under his breath. The fact that Charlie was getting more consistent sex than him made him fucking jealous at times. Santana was hot, but then again so was Charlie. It wasn't fair that they never invited him to join what was probably the kinkiest sex life ever.

Santana's eyes dart to him for a moment, she almost felt sorry for him. He had gotten a glimpse just a glimpse and he was obsessed with joining their sex life, of joining what he thought was just sex. Charlie had explained it to him, that it wasn't just sex but Puck seemed stuck on the sex part. Most people would. It probably wouldn't be so bad if Charlie and Quinn weren't sleeping with each other at the same time. People would probably be grossed out by the twincest factor though. She didn't even see how no one else saw it, Charlie and Quinn argued like an old married couple all the time, publically. Santana leans in and kisses Charlie's cheek. "Perhaps a bit later when people won't miss me while I'm gone."

Charlie smiled and nods, her eyes flicking up as she takes a step back from Santana, "Hey Rachel," she greets. "Don't worry I'm going to clean this mess up. Santana just startled me," she waves the towel in her hand and begins to clean up the booze. Only to jump again when Santana pinched her ass. "Santana."

"What? You know it's your own fault," Santana corrects with a smirk before swatting Charlie's ass again and turning to Rachel who looked irritated with her. "Is it my turn to kick your ass again Yentl?"

"No, but I'm sure Charlie is more than capable of taking care of herself without being sexually accosted." Rachel frowned. It was bad enough that Santana had been flirting with Quinn mercilessly, but Rachel had to draw the line somewhere. It was clear that this was nothing more than a game to Santana and Rachel wasn't about to let either of the Fabray twins get hurt.

Santana arched her brow and gestured to the mess on the counter. She was getting sick of the passive-aggressive comments from the peanut gallery. "Does she look like she's capable of taking care of herself? What do you know anyway?"

"I know that Charlie is innocent and sexually harassing her makes all of us uncomfortable."

"Sexual harassment?" Santana nearly laughs, barely stopping herself from snorting at the insinuation that Charlie is anything close to resembling something innocent. "That was not sexual harassment."

"You hear that Charlie?" Puck nudged her playfully, trying to diffuse the tension before Santana did something she might regret. "Where did she touch you that was inappropriate? I'll get a doll."

Charlie shoved him away, frowning even as Rachel's unwavering glare at Santana deepened. "I know where I wanted her to touch me."

Santana rolled her eyes, slapping Charlie's chest with the back of her hand.

"See and when you can't get your way, you result to physical abuse!" Rachel stomped her foot. "Charlie doesn't deserve to be your punching bag."

Charlie immediately steps in front of Santana, before she could try and claw Rachel's eyes out. "Rachel, I'm fine. It didn't even hurt, Quinn hits harder and she hits me all the time. You don't complain about that."

Rachel shook her head, "That's not the point Charlie," she wasn't actually worried about Charlie being hurt. If she was being honest with herself she was just irritated at the fact that Santana of all people had both Fabray twins wrapped around her devilish fingers.

"Look why don't you two settle this on the—whatever the equivalent of a ring or court is. You know do a sing-off or whatever it is you call it. Have a blind vote and then drink and get over it," Charlie shrugs.

Santana shook her head, of course Charlie would suggest just drinking their problems away. "Remember you're the designated driver, so no more drinks," she looks at Puck. "Keep the drinks out of her hand."

Rachel shakes her head, "Charlie you shouldn't take Santana's crap, but you're right. Defeating her in karaoke will finally put an end to our petty rivalry. I'll see you in the living room Santana." With that she turned on her heel and stormed out of the kitchen.

"I thought you said that we shouldn't do the Diva-off?" Santana hisses at Charlie.

"Well, I didn't want you to embarrass her, but maybe if you do she'll pout the rest of the night instead of you know bitching at us?" Charlie suggests and kisses Santana's cheek. "Knock them dead, Sugartits." She smirks playfully, knowing how much Santana hates pet names.

"Fuck you." Santana pushes her back with a smile that betrays her amusement, "And if you ever call me that again, I'll show you the definition of sexual harassment."

"Hopefully so." Charlie muttered. She was at this awful party, she'd better get something out of it.


Quinn gulped down another kamikaze, as she looked at Rachel who had been by her side since Santana and her had tied on their stupid competition. She took her eyes off Santana for a moment and then this happened. "Santana isn't like that."

Rachel shook her head sadly. Quinn was so enamored by Santana's affections that she didn't see the obvious truth. "I know you want to believe that, Quinn. But I believe over the course of our high school journey together we've developed a fond friendship."

"A fond friendship?" Quinn snorted. It should have been her first indication that she was far too drunk to be talking to anyone, let alone Rachel, but she felt her annoyance growing past the point of reason. "If that's what you want to call it."

"The point remains, Quinn, that I only want what's best for you. I'm sure part of our prior history was due to you having obvious latent feelings for me, and I'm sure it's hard to see me happy with Finn." She patted Quinn's hand sympathetically. "But you deserve better than to allow Santana to take advantage of you."

"She's not taking advantage of me." Quinn rolled her eyes. "No offense Rachel, but you don't really know what you're talking about."

"Of course I do Quinn, I know Santana is—well she's sneaky, and you may think that she has feelings for you but I've seen her flirting with Charlie. You and Charlie are twins, nothing should come between that bond and Santana is attempting to do so. I'm looking out for you and Charlie, I know you think that you can look out for yourself but—it doesn't hurt to have an extra set of eyes."

Quinn ground her teeth but decided not to dignify Rachel's idiocy with any sort of comment.

Rachel took Quinn's silence to mean that she was finally getting through to her. "Santana and Brittany may continue to assert that they are just friends, but I don't know that anyone is foolish enough to believe that."

Quinn's body stiffened, it was something that she worried about all the time. Santana was hers, but even she wondered about Santana's relationship with Brittany even though Charlie insisted that nothing was happening anymore, that Santana had tossed her hat in with them.

"I mean, look at them now." Rachel nodded for emphasis where Brittany was staring intently at Santana's palm, running her index finger along the fine lines of her hand. "They think the rest of us don't know? It's disgusting."

Quinn's eye twitched as she watched Santana and turned to find her twin who was currently sitting on Puck's lap. She reaches for another drink and drains it quickly, ignoring the rush she got. It doesn't do anything for her growing paranoia or her annoyance. What the hell was Charlie doing flirting with Puck? What the hell was Santana doing flirting with Brittany? "They're just friends," she insists though she hears how shaky her voice is.

"And who told you that? Santana?" Rachel shakes her head sympathetically. She knew Quinn was going to get her heart broken, it was really just a matter of time.

Quinn takes another drink and downs it, Santana hadn't actually said that she wasn't interested in Brittany, she had just scoffed and then distracted them with sex. Maybe—just maybe Rachel had a point. She's not even sure what sets her off, maybe it's Charlie laughing and resting her head against Puck's shoulder or if it was Brittany whispering to Santana like she knew something great secret of the universe. Whatever it was had her out of her seat in an instant, practically yanking Santana away from Brittany.

"What the fuck are you doing Q-ball?" Santana hissed at Quinn immediately, immediately trying to pull her arm free. "I was talking to Britt."

"Don't care." Quinn practically seethes, "You're mine." The proclamation causes everyone in the room to turn to them, but for once Quinn doesn't care and leans in kissing Santana deeply, her hands traveling from her waist so she can grope Santana's ass too, just so everyone including Brittany was aware that Santana was hers.

Puck immediately let out a low wolf whistle, "This is what I'm talking about!" He cheered as everyone else watched on in shock, he didn't notice Rachel turning a very dark shade of red. "Now all we need is for someone to lose their shirt and—"

"Oh gross," Charlie hopped off his lap. "Don't get a hardon over my twin you pervert!" Charlie snaps at him smacking his shoulder hard. She was of course being a hypocrite she had her own erection to worry about.

It was enough to pull Quinn from her intoxicated trance. She turns toward Charlie and Puck, her pupils heavily dialated. "Get over here." She growled. Staking her claim over Santana had been necessary, but without Charlie she just felt incomplete.

"Yeah, no. You're drunk," Charlie said glancing around hoping to god that the warmness that she was feeling was because of the booze she had consumed earlier and not because she was blushing. "So let's keep the booze away from my twin okay? We all know how Quinn gets when she's had a few too many to—" Charlie stumbled back when Quinn began to make her way towards her.

"I'm not drunk." Quinn denied, swaying even as she said it. "I love you"

Santana glanced over at the others who still hadn't understood what Quinn really meant. They could still salvage this. "We all know you love Charlie, she's your twin."

"Yeah Quinn, I—uh love you too. Maybe we should get you home so you can sleep this off and—oh god." Charlie stumbled back onto the couch as Puck immediately bailed so he could get a better angle as he began to fish around in his pockets for his phone. She was going to murder him if he decided to take a picture of this, but right now she had other things to worry about and she looked at Santana for help.

Santana was already moving toward her, praying that Quinn was drunk enough to trip over her own two feet. The last thing she needed was Quinn groping her and giving these gleeks a peep show. But Quinn took Santana's absence as the motivation to fall stumbling toward Charlie and landing unceremoniously atop her twin. For once in her life she wasn't a fan of the fact that they had practiced so damn much, because Quinn was already pawing at Charlie's crotch.

"Uh, Quinn?" Charlie knew her face was flushing red in embarrassment, and even drunk Quinn's hand had always been so skilled and her body immediately reacted.

"You're mine too," Quinn informs Charlie bluntly immediately leaning in to kiss her.

"See Rachel, that's sexual harassment," Puck comments off-handedly, screw taking mental pictures for his spank bank he was going digital all the way. Maybe he should have these photo's printed out and framed so he could hang it on the wall across from his bed.

Santana immediately wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist and yanked her off Charlie, "What do you think you're doing Quinn?" She hisses at her girlfriend, her face a bright red. This was a nightmare and she couldn't even raise her head to stare down the other gleeks. At least they could play this off as Quinn being very drunk. Blackout drunk now all they had to do was—

"I can totes see why you're sleeping with both of them San. That was so hot!" Brittany spoke up clapping her hands. "You should totally let them go at it and give us a show."

"Britt!" Santana hissed at her dropping Quinn on the ground and turning to look at her best friend.

"Wait—you're sleeping with both of them?" Kurt asked, his own brain finally coming back online as he turns to look at Santana.

"Well she's not cheating on them, if that's what you think." Brittany frowns at the accusation. "Charlie and Quinn sleep together too. That's why they're so happy. Lots and lots of sex."

"Yeah, great sex." Quinn agrees from the floor, sitting up to look at Santana innocently. "It is great, right?"

In the silence that followed, they could have heard a pin drop from a mile away. Santana pinched the bridge of her nose. This was definitely not how she had expected everything coming out. "Yes Quinn, it's very great, but how about we go home so you can sleep this off?"

"If by sleeping you mean putting my dick in you, then sure." Quinn swooned with a hopeful smile. "Can we go home now?"

Charlie immediately got up after the shock wore off and began to fix her pants turning her body so that she could zip up. "So we're clear Santana, I had nothing to do with this," she says immediately. She could totally salvage this with being her usual charming self.

"That's—incest!" Mercedes finally spits out causing Charlie to turn to her.

"Quinn and I view it as masturbating in a mirror—"

"If the mirror was smaller than me!" Quinn interrupted and began to laugh and reached clumsily for Charlie's crotch again. Charlie immediately swats Quinn on the arm hard.

"Look, the whole problem with incest in theory is that you don't want to have kids because it could increase the chance of recessive genes popping up. We can't get pregnant, and I love Quinn so that problem is solved." Charlie said with a shrug turning to Puck who was admiring the pictures that he took. She reaches over and grabs his phone from his hands and immediately sets about deleting the pictures. If there was going to be video evidence of them together it was going to be the porn tape that they had made together, which had promptly been deleted.

"So you're dating both of them?" Rachel manages to get out causing Santana to turn to her a smirk forming on her lips. "You can't do that! That's not fair you can't have both of them!"

If there was one good thing about Quinn's possessiveness outing them to everyone they knew, it was that Santana finally got to give the verbal smackdown she always itched to do. She had seen the lingering gazes from the Hobbit and her passive-aggressive attempts to undermine their relationship. Even if she didn't know about it before, she sure did now. "I can have both of them, and it's amazing when both of their dicks are—"

"Stop, please." Blaine said making a face holding his hands up.

"I want everyone in the room to know that this—" Charlie waves her hand to signify the whole mess that they were in. "Wasn't me who let it all out. So everyone knows, that this wasn't me." She was so going to collect the fifty dollars that she was due.

Rachel took a step forward and poked Santana in her chest, normally it wasn't something that she would ever think of doing. Santana was still—crazy and you didn't get into fights with crazy people, but this situation required her getting into Santana's face. "You corrupted them. I knew it, you probably convinced them that this was a good idea damn the consequences."

Santana smirked. "And what if I told you that's exactly what I did. I corrupted them, the consequences be damned. Tell me, Berry, what would you do about it?"

"You're a slut—"

"Hey now," Charlie stepped between them, unwilling to let that go. Now that people knew she didn't have to bite her tongue when idiots insulted her girlfriend. "Santana didn't do anything."

"But—" Rachel turned to look at Charlie, her face full of confusion. "I don't understand."

"I walked in on them and decided to join." Santana shrugged, "I mean, wouldn't you?"

"I know I would." Puck mutters. Brittany nodding in affirmation.

"No." Rachel shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest. "It was you. I'm going to—"

"We've been doing this since we were fourteen." Charlie breaks in. "Look, it's not really any of your business. So how about we go and the rest of you can gossip about us once we're gone."

Santana moved to help Quinn off the ground, "Well you can gossip, or you can imagine you're me and have the two biggest studs at your beck and call. It's funny Hobbit, if you had actually decided to stop ignoring your feelings for Quinn this could be you who is about to have the best damn sex in the world. Now I'm going to go put Quinn to bed and then I'm going to go sexually harass this one until she says uncle." She's rewarded with a wicked grin from Charlie.

"You have feelings for Quinn?"Finn asked turning to Rachel.

"Well—uh—" Rachel stuttered and took a step back.

"Well since Quinn's out for the count—" Puck said pushing Finn out of the way a huge grin on his face.

"Wait? You knew about this?" Sam asked turning to Puck. "How are you okay with this?"

"Says the guy who had a crush on both Oslen twins and wants to bang both at the same time. Santana's my fucking hero, she's actually living the damn dream. She deserves a fucking medal!" Puck rolled his eyes.

"The answer is still no Puck," Santana responded with a shake of her head. "No matter how many times you kiss my ass, the answer will always be no. I'm not sharing them, not even with Britt." She twists and spanks Charlie's ass.

"Wait how are you not surprised? This isn't something that you just get over—" Kurt hissed at him.

"Oh, they didn't lock the door and I walked in on them. Fuck it was the kinkiest shit I've ever seen. Hottest thing, I've seen. God damn. Burned into my mind forever, I don't doubt that they have the best sex life out of any of us. Why do you think I've been trying to join?"

Santana shook her head and glanced over at Charlie who immediately moved grabbed Quinn by the hip and helped her stand. "Thanks," she mumbles. "I'm going to murder her."

"Ooh can I watch?" Charlie asks finally relaxing. She didn't have to be the odd one out anymore. She could kiss her girlfriend in public without people thinking that she was cheating with Santana on her twin. She could hold Santana's hand in public now, she still couldn't do it with Quinn, it made people uncomfortable and it made her a bit uncomfortable as well.

Santana smiles, "Let's get her home and then I promise I'll give you a reward for not blowing the damn secret."

"I can't believe you told Brittany," Charlie shakes her head. All of this could have been avoided if Brittany hadn't said the first thing that came into her mind. She's about to say something else when she feels a hand groping her ass and she turns to look at Quinn who flashes her a queezy smile. "Don't you dare throw up in the car Quinn."


AN: But it's incest! Anyway that's all I have, basically I've been playing this relationship up in my mind. I'm tempted to do a few one shots sort of in this vein, not necessarily GP twins all the time, or even GP at all but sort of like this. Both smut and non-smut. Dunno if I have the time to make this an actual thing. Including adventures in babysitting where Charlie and Quinn are sixteen and Santana is their college age baby-sitter. Insert shenanigans