"No."

"No? What do you mean no! It's brilliant," Charlie insists scoffing at her grandfather who was busy wiping down the tables. "I mean, people are already doing it, and I did say I wanted a dessert bar, remember? Booze donuts are perfect."

"Do you know how difficult it is to get a liquor licence? You're underage as well, and we live in a university town. We'd have to card people. Also, booze doesn't go with desserts. I thought you wanted to buck the trends and create your own new trends?"

Charlie huffs at Lawrence, "You're killing my dreams." The door jingles and Santana enters the café, causing Charlie to grin. Santana would definitely be on her side. "Santana! Hey!"

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?"

Lawrence watched in amusement as Charlie look flustered for a moment, "What do you think of booze donuts?"

"Excuse me?" Santana asked crinkling her nose.

"Booze donuts, donuts that have alcohol mixed into them. Beer glazes, bite-sized tequila donuts—you know stuff like that?" Charlie responded filling her in.

"That sounds—" Santana grimaces when Charlie flashes her a wide-eyed grin. "Revolting."

Lawrence smiles and nods at Santana, "You have excellent taste."

Charlie scowled at the two of them. "Give me fifteen minutes to prove you both wrong."

Lawrence rolled his eyes, but nodded his head, Charlie wouldn't drop an idea until she made it and tasted it herself. "Fine." Charlie immediately takes off to go to the apartment upstairs to grab some booze from his cabinet. He occasionally allowed Charlie to have a sip, and he was glad that she wasn't like her parents. She didn't quite seem to like alcohol, at the very least she knew where her limits were. "Santana are you in?"

"Nope. I've come to realize that your granddaughter is trying to fatten me up. Just a coffee. Black, please." Santana said with a grin.

"Ah good, she did that with a crush that she liked during her senior year. Would bring her baked goods every single day. It's my fault, I kept telling her that the way to anyone's heart is through their stomach. Baking isn't the only thing she can do you know."

Santana nodded, of course Charlie could probably cook. She smiles and takes her favorite seat and looks over at Lawrence, she had many questions but it wasn't any of her business. "What happened? With the girl?"

Lawrence laughed, "Oh, she got pissed at my granddaughter for making her fat. It was this huge thing, Charlie was quite distraught. Like it was Charlie's fault that she was eating like six a day. Her parents called me to yell at me because my innocent granddaughter, got their daughter addicted to baked goods."

"Lawrence, I know you may think the world of your granddaughter, but she does refer to baked goods as crack," Santana pointed out watching as the old man laughed loudly.

"She told you of her plan to be the next Martha Stewart I take it."

Santana nods solemnly, but a grin appears on her face as she thinks about Charlie. "Your granddaughter is weird."

"And yet you still come back nearly every day," Lawrence smiled studying Santana. "Thank you," he says after a moment. "Free cookie?"

"Are you trying to fatten me up?" Santana asks seriously.

"Of course not, bribery to stick around," Lawrence grins.

Santana hesitates for a moment before getting up to accept the cookie, it would totally be her last one for awhile. Moderation was key. "I have to start running and going to the gym now."

"Getting in shape huh? Take her with you. She needs to do something that doesn't involve baking and trying to perfect recipes."

"She doesn't run."

Lawrence grins, "I know, but I don't think she'll say no. At the very least it will be amusing to watch."

Santana tilted her head, it probably would. She tilts her head slightly to the side. "I'm not sure if you're evil or not and I generally have a pretty good handle on those sorts of things."

Lawrence grins and winks at her as Charlie finally returns carrying two donuts. "I really don't want to be your guinea pig," he informs his granddaughter.

"Don't care," Charlie informed him putting one of the donuts on a plate in front of her grandfather. She glances up at Santana who is watching her and flushes a bit and holds out the other donut she had made. "I didn't use as much alcohol," she mumbles.

Santana studies Charlie for a moment, "If I take a bite of that you have to go running with me and to the gym."

Charlie blinked twice and pulled the donut back. "You get an awesome donut and I get being tortured in return? How is that fair."

"That's a yes," Lawrence answers for his granddaughter, she turns to shoot him a glare but he ignores it. She'd thank him later. "You know what I say about going back on your word."

"But I didn't—" Charlie begins only to freeze up when Santana enters her personal space and picks up the donut and takes a bite. She clears her throat and takes a step back. "So?"

Santana blinked, whatever Charlie had done it tasted absolutely divine, even if she could taste the rum that she had used. "Coffee and rum?"

Charlie grinned and nodded. "Yeah, was a bit trickier than I was used to but—do you like it?"

Santana resists the urge to simply finish the donut and puts it down. "Yes, but I think you added a bit too much rum. You can get drunk off these—which is the point."

Charlie grinned and turned to her grandfather who had nibbled one, "Santana likes them?"

"Not terrible," Laurence admitted watching as Charlie grinned widely. "We still can't sell these Charlie. Even if I wanted to get a liquor licence which I do not. I do not want to deal with drunken rowdy university aged students."

"These are both good points, it would be pretty expensive as well and I don't think that most university students can buy five-dollar donuts."

Santana coughed, "These are five dollars?"

"Well we need to make money on them, maybe we can do special orders for things like these? You know having a party, make some booze donuts to take? But we make them special order," Charlie suggested to her grandfather who was mulling it over.

"Fine but you're going to need to do all the paperwork for a liquor licence, and this is a trial run alright?" Lawrence said finally giving in.

Charlie grinned and flicked her eyes to Santana who smiled back, "So—when are we doing this running thing?"

Santana smirked, "How does this weekend sound?"

"We're closed on Sunday, so we can do it then," Charlie offered.

"Sounds good—oh I should give you my number," Santana said pulling out her phone. "So, I can text you the details."

Charlie takes the phone from Santana's outstretched hand and immediately puts in her number ignoring her grandfather's thumbs up. He was so weird. Santana just wanted to torture her, and she was certain that this was her grandfather's idea.