AN: Thank you for the reviews, please keep them coming and yes there is a small side faberry as well.

Rachel's mouth dropped slightly. "So this is where they live?" Rachel asked looking at the massive house. It was in the best neighborhood in Lima.

"You aren't coming inside to see if Quinn is around," Santana said immediately. "This is where I work Rachel, and if she hasn't called or texted you back then maybe it was just a one off. I'm not going to ask Charlie about her sister for you. I don't even know what I was thinking," Santana groaned.

Rachel shot Santana a sympathetic look, "Well, she seemed okay with it and she was flirting with you. It was an easy mistake to make. Look on the bright side Santana she didn't freak out or anything she was quite pleasant about it. For failed kisses Santana it could have been much worse. Far worse."

Santana nods, Charlie hadn't found out. It was one thing to be okay with gay people but that didn't mean that she'd be okay with someone like her. Appearances seemed to matter to her and how was Charlie going to explain her. The kiss hadn't even lasted that long. "I know that, doesn't mean that I can start asking about her sister. It screams desperation, besides I'm her tutor."

Rachel rolls her eyes. "You said, she doesn't need a tutor, she just needs a better teacher." Rachel pauses for a moment and thinks about what she just said. If Charlie really didn't need a tutor then there was no reason for Santana to even come over. She looks at Santana suspiciously for a moment and then smiles. "What if she can't stop thinking about your kiss and she's just using the tutoring as an excuse to see you again!"

Santana shoots Rachel an unimpressed look. Her friend really needs to stop watching all those romantic comedies. "Rachel that stuff only happens in the movies it doesn't happen in real life. If she wanted to spend time with me she doesn't have to think of some lame excuse to see me."

Rachel huffs, "So if Charlie asked you today if you wanted to go out somewhere, then you would have said?"

"No, I mean sure we talked about masturbation but that doesn't make us best friends Rachel. I'm her tutor—"

"Which didn't stop you from kissing her," Rachel interrupts. "It's romantic, sometimes it just takes a bit of time for people to realize that they're gay. It took my dad awhile and he was with women to! He never felt any attraction he just thought he had to be with them. Like that's what he was supposed to do."

"Rachel even if she was attracted to women," Santana points down at her crotch. "There's no way she'd be attracted to me. A chick with a dick," Santana says making a face at the crass term. "Look, I have some self-respect I'm not going to be her experiment. Appearances matter to her, which is the only reason she's dating your sleazy cousin. She's going to be with someone hot and attractive from Dalton so she can be the next power couple."

Rachel made a face, she had given Noah an earful when she had heard what happened. "I don't think you're giving her enough credit," she sighed when Santana began to gather her stuff. "Do you want me to pick you up?"

"I'll just grab a bus, thanks Rachel. I'll see you tomorrow," Santana said as she grabbed her backpack and her duffel bag. She walked up the steps to the porch and waved at Rachel who waved back as she drove off and knocked on the front door. She smiles for a moment when she sees Charlie or well who she assumes to be Charlie. But Charlie didn't wear the Dalton kilts, she wore the pants just like all the guys. "Quinn right?" Santana says with a smile.

Quinn nods, studying Santana carefully. Most people guessed wrong but Santana seemed to notice that Charlie was the tomboy between the two of them. "Right." She motions for Santana to come inside. "Charlie's probably in the gym working out. Which means she didn't hear the knocking, I'll go get her."

Santana nods and bites her lip, Rachel would kill her if she found out that she had talked to Quinn without mentioning her at all. Quinn was all she could talk about lately. "Rachel says hi," she says and watches as Quinn stiffens. Santana continued, "She really hopes that you call or text her—"

"I'm sorry but I have no idea what you're talking about," Quinn says abruptly looking over her shoulder and giving Santana a cold look. She walks away briskly opening the door to the basement and walking downstairs.

Santana frowns, that had been rude and she decides that Quinn Fabray is not her favorite person in the world. Rachel was going to be hurt. She placed her duffel bag on the ground and pulled out Charlie's hoodie and sweatpants to return. They had been laundered, she had read the instructions carefully to make sure she didn't ruin Charlie's clothes. She looked up when she heard footsteps and her breath caught. This wasn't fair, Charlie couldn't just walk around like that showing off her toned arms and wearing another tight tank-top. It was like nothing she had fit her properly. No one needed to see her abs or that small trail of sweat that was slowly traveling down her chest. And she was riding her short's low as well. "C-Charlie."

Charlie grinned, "Hey Santana, I forgot that my mom is having her book club thing, and they get a bit loud. Do you think we could move this to my room? I've got a large desk should hold two people. "

Santana's eyes widened and she wanted to protest, she wanted to tell Charlie that it was a terrible idea but she nods. "Sure—I brought your hoodie and sweatpants back." Santana clams up as Charlie closes the gap between them causing her to take a step back. She wonders if Charlie is doing this on purpose, teasing her.

Charlie blinks and frowns, she had only been reaching for her clothes. "You don't have to carry my clothes upstairs."

Santana blinks there is that confusion in her voice and she looks at her arms and flushes as she hands Charlie her clothes back. "Sorry," she mumbles looking away for a moment before following Charlie up the stairs. She thinks of a topic anything that will keep her from leering at Charlie. "So I met your sister," Charlie hums in response. "I mean no offense—but she's kind of a bitch."

Charlie snorts at this, and looks back at Santana. "I'd ask you which one but Frannie's crushing someone's soul probably, so you must mean Quinn. Well there is a reason she's the queen of Dalton. I think it's part of the job description. What did she say?"

Santana shrugged, "You remember my friend Rachel, I just told Quinn that Rachel says hi. Quinn just said she had no idea what I was talking about." Santana shrugged and paused as she entered Charlie's room. It was bigger than her own room by far and it had a large flat screen mounted on the wall and a large desk with a laptop on it and various papers all over her desk. Apart from the desk which was a mess and the bed that wasn't done. Charlie's room was actually rather clean. With various soccer balls and awards locked away in a display case. Her room was decorated with posters of famous soccer players.

Charlie tosses her clothes on her bed, "Rachel? You mean the one that was confused that I have an identical twin?" Santana nods. "Quinn's just weird sometimes thinks everyone is working some angle. I'll tell her that Rachel is harmless." Charlie motioned at the chair. "I'll go grab a chair from Frannie's room." Charlie said leaving the room. Charlie shot a lingering look at Santana who went to go check out her awards. This had been a stupid idea, she didn't really have anything to go over with Santana. Santana was really smart she was going to figure it out and start questioning why she was there. All this was compounded by the fact that she was a terrible liar. It didn't help that Mr. Schuester was a really terrible Spanish teacher. She should have had some homework but she didn't. She grabbed Frannie's chair and dragged it to her room and took a seat in it. "Back."

Santana pulled away from Charlie's wall of awards, from MVP awards to a little golden boot and turned back to Charlie. She could admire the drive. She had already decided that she was going to watch Charlie play on Friday if only for a little while just to see if Charlie really was all that. "So what do you want us to go over today?" she said taking a seat in Charlie's chair.

Charlie scratches her head and flushes a bit, she had known this was coming. She never thought this plan through. "I—thought Mr. Schue would assign something for homework, or something. But he didn't and I really want to keep my grades up. So I was thinking that you could just—teach me Spanish? I'm sure I'll do something to piss him off eventually, and I don't want to call you close to midterms freaking out, only to find out that you're too busy for me." She's actually rather pleased with herself coming up with such a believable lie. At this point she probably knows more than Mr. Schuester.

Santana pauses for a second thinking over the offer its thirty dollars for a week of just going over vocabulary and listening to Charlie butcher the language as she attempts to speak it. And Charlie's not really all that bad to hang around with even if she really needs to wear more clothing. "Okay. But I wish you would have told me in advance I could have prepared something."

Charlie is relieved that she hadn't been caught in her lie, she really didn't want to waste Santana's time but she hadn't stopped thinking about the kiss or spending an excessive amount of time in the shower, thinking about Santana. "Well, that's fine—I just sort of expected Mr. Schue to give us homework. Or something that we could work on—"

"We could work on vocabulary. You play Soccer, I'm sure there is plenty of vocab, and verb conjugation that we can go over she said picking up Charlie's soccer ball. "Balón de fútbol." She said with a smile, noticing the flicker of disappointment in Charlie's eyes. She raises a brow and tosses the soccer ball to Charlie. "You want to tell me what's on your mind?"

Charlie flushes. She wasn't Puck she couldn't just tell Santana that she couldn't stop thinking about that kiss, and that apparently Santana was in her 'spank' bank. This had been her worst idea ever, and she had plenty of bad ideas. "Balón de fútbol." Charlie repeats lamely tossing it back at Santana.

"Charlie," Santana says with a sigh, she touches Charlie's arm. "There's no point if you've got a lot on your mind. I can come back next week? We didn't get anything done so I won't charge you—"

Charlie blinks and shakes her head. "No I got this Santana, I promise. I can focus."

Santana pats Charlie's bare arm and shakes her head. "No, it's col you won't pick up a thing and I'd feel bad for taking your money. So let's just call it a day, I'll grab the bus home and you can get back to your work out." Santana gets up and moves to grab her stuff. Charlie was acting weird but if Charlie didn't want to talk about it, then she didn't want to talk about.

"We can hang out?" Charlie offers lamely. "You just got here, and I can drive you home, to make up for it. And maybe there are leftovers that we can eat—or I think I ate those already." Santana turns to look at her, and Charlie stops speaking.

Santana raises a brow, Charlie seemed so flustered, and the idea that Charlie wanted to hang out with her was surprising. But then there's that blush on Charlie's cheeks and the fact that Charlie refuses to meet her eyes. "Charlie. Please tell me that you didn't invite me here in some ploy to make out with me. I'm not an experiment. Besides you have a boyfriend."

"It's open?" Charlie says and sighs when Santana gives her a pointed look. "Look, I know it's not ideal, but I really can't stop thinking about it. I mean, I tried to look at other people and it just felt weird. And I like you even though you think I'm some spoiled rich kid. "

"You are a spoiled rich kid," Santana points out looking at Charlie's room. Charlie deflates a bit. "But for spoiled rich kids you aren't really that bad. Look, I'm not you. I like the idea of two people and only two people. Monogamy you know. I wouldn't like the idea of you going back to him, or kissing him. Especially since he's a man whore." She needed to put a stop to this now. Even if she wanted to kiss Charlie again, she couldn't let Charlie find out about her penis. She didn't think she could take stone cold rejection or Charlie looking at her with disgust. Or the inevitable people finding out. "I like you. But I'm Santana Lopez and I'm no one's side piece. Kissing you was a mistake this weekend."

Charlie stares at Santana for a moment but nods, "I get it," she rubs her arm and stands up. "Can we hang out and be friends then? Just friends? I'd like to get to know you. Or you can just be my tutor—if it's not weird."

It's a bad idea to hang out with Charlie, that smile, those abs. Being her friend will make it harder for her to keep her distance. "I think we should keep it professional Charlie—you're like my only student and if I can't make this tutoring job pan out, I'm going to need to find another part time job. I was hoping to put up some flyers at Dalton."

Charlie blinks at this and looks at Santana, "If you just need to get your tutoring job off the ground why didn't you just ask. Free advertising." Charlie pulls out her phone and starts tapping away flicking her hazel eyes towards Santana and then smiled at Santana after she hit send. "The good thing about being one of Dalton's elite, is that I'm a bit of a trendsetter." Charlie said with a shrug. "Now you don't have an excuse to be my friend."

"What do you mean I don't have an excuse to be your friend? Charlie, what did you—" Santana's phone begins to buzz non-stop and she blinks and looks at the screen, her eyes widening at all the requests for tutoring. She had at least thirty people asking her to be her tutor.

"That's just the first wave," Charlie said. "By the way, if I were you I'd charge more than thirty dollars an hour when it comes to Dalton kids. The more expensive you are the more in demand you'd be," Charlie waved her hand. "So now we can be friends?" Charlie asked with a pleased smile on her face.

Santana thought quickly but she couldn't think of any reason to say no, especially not with that hopeful look on her face. Santana shook her head, "Alright, we can be friends."

Charlie raises her hand in victory, "And you'll totally come and support your friend even if she's kicking your school's ass?"

"If I come watch you play Charlie, then you'd better score like six goals," Santana said with a roll of her eyes.

Charlie's grin was massive, "Done."

Santana patted Rachel's back gently. "Look I'm sorry Rachel, it doesn't seem like Quinn is that interested in being your friend or girlfriend. Charlie said she'd talk to her but not everyone is nice. I mean it was a party maybe it was just one of those drunk kisses. According to Charlie she does have a boyfriend—"

Rachel sighed loudly, "I know that Quinn has a boyfriend. He's the quarterback for Dalton. She was complaining about how he didn't have any time for her because of football. I guess that's how we bonded, she talked about Sam and I talked about Finn. Finn wasn't that great of a boyfriend, which is why I broke up with him. I told her that she should do the same thing as well. The next thing I know we're laughing and then she's kissing me! A pretty girl was kissing me Santana!"

Santana groaned, Rachel was going to talk about that kiss for the next twenty minutes in graphic detail, as she had practically every single time she retold the story. It had apparently been the best kiss Rachel had ever had. Her kiss with Charlie had been far too short to actually get a read on how the soccer player kissed. But it had felt good, for all five seconds. Santana rubbed her arm being Charlie's friend was going to be difficult especially when she kept thinking about that kiss. Charlie hadn't been the only one to replay that kiss but it had been far too short. "Rachel." Santana said interrupting her best friend. She didn't want to hear about roving hands. "You're coming with me to the soccer game on Friday."

"I don't know anything about sports Santana and I'll be bored. Besides I think Charlie wanted you to come—oh."

"She has a boyfriend and I have too much respect for myself. What would my mom say if she found out that I was Charlie's mistress?" Santana says and groans.

Rachel shook her head, "It's a soccer game Santana, that's not a date. That's her wanting someone to show off to. You're simply a friend going to support another friend. Like when you came to my last dance recital. If going to that made me your girlfriend—"

"I like her. It's different when you like someone—I know that she's got a boyfriend. I know that she's spoiled but at the same time she's not a bad person but I can't Rachel, I can't get to close to her. If she finds out about me. That I'm a—"

"You are not a freak Santana, you were born the way you were. I think you're beautiful in a purely platonic you're my best friend, but you are beautiful Santana. Do not make me start singing Beautiful again," Santana finally cracks a smile. "Just work on getting to know her Santana, it's a soccer game." Rachel said and she sighed. "I'll come with you, just to make sure that you're not alone."

Santana smiled gratefully at Rachel, that would work, she wasn't going to let anything happen between her and Charlie. She was proud of herself for resisting those damn Fabray charms that even Rachel had seemed to have fallen for. Though she didn't think it was over quite yet. But she wasn't going to give in.

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