I opened the car door and looked straight towards Santana's house. It was nine –twenty, she must be in school. Grabbing my luggage, I noticed Charlie looks at her house with a confused expression clear in her eyes. I placed my hand on her shoulder and she looked at me and shook her head.

'She lives there, right?' I nodded.

Charlie walked inside and I noticed she was staring at her right hand. I could not see any sparkle. She dropped her hand and entered the house; I followed her and closed the door.

'You okay Charlie?'

'Fine, Quinn.' Charlie smiled at me; I knew that fake smile of hers quite well.

"Charlie, this is our house, the guest room is yours." Mom said entering the living room.

"Thank you."

"We're going shopping; buy new clothes, a phone and whatever you like?"

Charlie smiled this time with a genuine one and nodded. "And a haircut."

Mom smiled. "Quinn darling, you want to come with us?"

"No, it's fine… I'll stay here and call Santana."

Charlie frowned at the mention of her name. I looked at her and she smiled.

"Okay… your Dad is going to enroll Charlie at McKinley. Are you sure this is a good idea Quinn?" Mom asked.

I sighed. "There's nothing we can do Mom, she… Charlie needs to do everything I do." Mom nodded.

"Frann, Charlie let's go."

I watched them leave the house; I stood in the front door. 'Frann… do not let her cut her hair too short.' Frannie looked at me and gave me a quick nod. Mom waved goodbye laughing.

'Charlie, have fun.'

'Thanks Quinn, you want something?'

'I want you to hurry so you can meet her.'

'See you next year then.'

I entered the house and went straight to my room. I moved my fingers and the door opened. My luggage was on my bed and started unpacking. My phone floated towards me. I unlocked it, touched the small bubble and started to type.

-Hey, I am home :)

A few seconds later Santana texted back.

-What do you want me to do?

I sighed. This is worst than I expected.

-San, I can explain this okay…

-Whatever, Fabray

I threw my phone on my bed and went to the restroom to take a shower. How am I going to make her fall in love with the both of us?

This is fucking surreal.

This is not going to be good. Once I finished, I got dressed and turned on the TV trying to divert my attention in something else besides Santana. There is nothing I can do now, just wait until she gets home.

I looked at the screen on my phone and noticed it was ten forty –two in the morning. I shifted positions in my bed and kept staring at the screen. A few seconds later my phoned beeped.

There was a text from a number I didn't recognize.

-Quinn, I cut all my pretty hair.

What?

-You're kidding right?

A picture of Charlie appeared in my messages and I quickly opened it.

There was a picture of me… of Charlie with her blonde hair almost touching her shoulders. This would be weird if someone else sees this picture; they wouldn't be able to see any difference between us. I smiled at how Charlie had her right brow furrowed. Her hair is exactly how I cut it last summer. This is good, Santana likes my short hair.

-Looks cute Charlie

-Can I get a tattoo?

I texted her immediately.

-NO! At least not yet.

-It's my body Quinn Fabray

-Our body Charlie

-You are no fun.

-Why are we texting? We can communicate telepathically.

-I wanted to show you the picture of my hair and use my new phone.

-Hahaha okay I'm sorry then.

-Talk to you later, Sis

-That's weird, Charlie

-Better, get used to it.

I smiled and turned the TV off. In seconds, my lips were back to their original form erasing the smile who rested there earlier. My mind drifted back towards her; its hard to think about something else. Its hard for a Faunx. A mate is so important... I just don't know what is going to happen.

The door of a car closed outside and I quickly stood up and looked through the window. My heart was thumping against the cage of my chest. I see Santana's car parked in front of her house. She stepped out of the car and I had to grin like a dork because I missed her, oh I have missed her.

I immediately felt as if a blanket had covered my cold body. She closed the door and started to walk across the street. My heart was about to go into cardiac arrest, Santana was coming here. I ran towards the door to await for her there.

I filled my lungs with air and waited for her expected knock. When she did, I slowly opened the door and stared at her beautiful self. Santana raised her head and our eyes met. I studied her face, she was sad. She managed to give me one of her famous smirks and walked inside the house. I closed the door and my heart stopped abruptly, when I felt two tan toned arms around my body.

"Hey, are you okay?" I said. My hand was sparkling in rhythm with my bracelet. A smile appeared on my face when the pressure on my chest started to decrease. I wasn't missing her anymore. I wish I couldn't feel that pressure; I wish I couldn't miss her anymore. Without realizing, I inhaled her scent. My body calm in seconds. I loved the way she smells; I could smell her vanilla perfume, but something else was entirely her, something I would never be able to describe.

"Mmhum." I was so comfortable in her arms that I didn't realize the soft crying that was slipping out of her mouth. "I missed you Q." She breathed on my neck.

My hand stopped shining, but my bracelet was shining uncontrollably. "I missed you too San, and I'm sorry tha-

"Britt and I broke up." Santana said releasing our embrace and I quickly hid my right hand behind my back. Just in case my light was going to reveal my secret.

"What? What happened?" I looked at her, trying to hide my happiness.

'Why are you so happy Quinn? I can feel it. You know what… I'm not going to ask.' I ignored Charlie completely. Santana sat on the couch and I followed her.

"I found her kissing Sam, in front of her house on Saturday."

"I'm... sorry, San."

"I was so dumb you know. I can't believe this Q. I called her Saturday afternoon to see if she was going to the fair with me, and she told me she had already gone with her family. I stayed at home and drove to her house that night, I found her kissing him in the porch. She had a balloon in her hand and cotton candy in the other. He took her to the fair and I… I – got out of the car and pushed him. Britt helped him up." She had stopped crying now, her hands forming fists on top of her Cheerio skirt.

"What happened after that?" I asked.

"Sam asked Britt why she lied to him. Apparently, Britt told him that we weren't together anymore. They have been dating for two months. How did I not notice this? Why did nobody tell me this before? Now, I'm the fucking clown at school. Why didn't I notice that my girlfriend was cheating on me with Trouty Mouth? Did you know, Quinn?"

"No, of course not. If I knew this, believe me it would have saved me a lot of trouble."

"What?" She asked with her eyebrow arched.

"I mean, if I… knew this, it would save you a lot of trouble, like… pain… I know you understand what I'm trying to say San."

She chuckled. "Yeah, I get you Q. Everything is a mess." She sighed. "I'm sorry… about today with the text. I was in class and I couldn't get here sooner."

"It's okay San, thank you for coming. Are you going back to school?"

"No, I don't want to see her face. I prefer spending time with my best friend." I smiled at her and proceeded to walk to the kitchen.

"You prefer vanilla or cookies and cream?"

I could hear her laughing. "I'm not that depressed you know." I turned my head to look back at her and she forced a smile. "Okay Fabray, cookies and cream." She sat on the island and I gave her the ice cream. "Nice bracelet Q, it looks good with the necklace I gave you."

I look at my hand and inhale a few times to calm myself. I can't let her see my hand shinning. Eight years and I haven't had an accident like that. Thank God. "Yeah, it's cute I like it."

Santana grabbed my hand to get a better look at the bracelet. "Is it French?" I nodded. "I like it… why green?"

"Um, I don't know Mom and Dad gave it to me." I could feel my cheeks burning.

"Good, it matches your eyes, like now…" She moved closer to me. "They're all green and brown at the corners." She smiled and released my hand.

My bracelet started shining. "Whoa, the hell is that?" Santana grabbed my hand and touched the small green spheres. "This is amazing Q. Why are they shining?" I looked at her, speechless. "Is this like a mood –bracelet thingy?" I nodded quickly, I completely forgot about my bracelet. "Lame… but I like it."

I smiled and forced a spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. I wanted to kill the awkwardness between us. I'm smiling too much already. I look at the time. Mom will be here soon and I haven't had the conversation with her.

"Q, what happened to you in France? Why didn't you answer my calls?" I took a deep breath and sat on the island next to her.

"You see… when we got home, in France, there was a girl on the porch." Great Quinn, you are the worst liar ever. "Apparently my mother had another… daughter." I try to say this slowly but it comes out fast and muddled.

"Like another daughter, with another man?" Santana said with her mouth and eyes open.

"No, um… she's… my sister, sister. Like from both parents."

"What did they do with her? Put her up for adoption or what?" She stopped eating her ice cream, intrigued by what I was telling her.

"Um… I think so… I don't have the complete story yet." I don't want to lie to her, but this is the best I can do, at least for now.

"Whoa, who would have thought the Fabray's would ever put one of their kids up for adoption?"

I roll my eyes at her, even though I want to laugh. "This is serious San."

"I bet it was… for you not to answer your phone it must have been a gigantic deal. How old is she? Ten?" She easily slipped a spoon full of ice cream to her mouth, waiting for my answer.

My hand was scratching the back of my neck. I could see San's worried face. "Eighteen." Santana choked on, I don't know what. She was holding her throat and her eyes were looking a bit distant, she was slowly trying to understand what I just told her.

"Are you kidding me?"

"She… she's like … my twin sister." I feel horrible now. I don't want to lie to her; this is not going well at all.

"You have a fucking twin sister, Fabray?" Santana face looks priceless. "That explains a few things." She said eating again from her ice cream pint. How can she be so calm now?

"Like?"

"I don't know how to describe this but you have never been complete. I mean… it's like I've never seen you completely happy." Well I can clarify that part for you, I can't be happy if you don't love me back.

I hear a car approaching our home. 'Frann… Santana is here. Can you please, I don't know... Make sure Charlie enters the house.' I look at Santana and then back at the door.

"She's here." I say, trying to control my breathing.

"What do you mean, she's here… with you? Living here with you guys?" I nod and she turns around, facing the door.

"This is going to be interesting." She has a smirk plastered on her face.

I wait; my hand and bracelet sparkling.

Mom opened the door first and I could hear Frannie and Charlie laughing at something I couldn't hear. Mom placed a few shopping bags on the couch before looking at us.

"Santana… darling how are you?" Mom gives me a forced smiled and she moves her head to face Frann and Charlie.

Charlie stops laughing as soon as she hears Santana's name. Charlie has a black hoodie on and black ray ban aviators. Frannie walked towards the kitchen and Charlie stayed back closing the door. I couldn't see her face completely from where I was. Her hoodie covered her head, she turned to the wall to place some bags on the floor, and she slowly closed the door and stood still. Charlie was avoiding any eye contact with the two of us.

'Charlie… please.' I tried not to sound desperate. I really need to see what happens when Charlie's eyes find hers. Mom stood right next to me placing her hand on my shoulder. Santana is not moving and I bet she forgot that my mother asked her something. It's weird how she keeps staring at the visible left side of Charlie.

Charlie is the same height as me and her slim body matches mine exactly. She turned slowly, with her head down looking at the floor.

"Um… Charlie… this… is Santana my best friend. Santana meet… Charlie, my… sister." I couldn't breathe.

Charlie walked towards us, not removing her eyes from her shoes. Santana was perplexed; the smirk on her face disappeared quickly as soon as Charlie started walking towards us. I couldn't think of a proper way to introduce her to Santana. This is not how I was planning to introduce them, everything was confusing and I can see Santana is confused as well.

Charlie placed both of her hands in her hoodie pockets; she was walking slowly towards us with her head still dropped. My heart was aching at what was going to happen next. She covered her hands… is she feeling something? I can feel the pressure in her chest, the normal pressure I feel when I miss Santana. My chest was absent of the pressure now, but I can perceive Charlie's.

Charlie stood in front of us; she pulled her right arm out of her pocket.

'What are you doing, hide your hand Charlie.'

'She's a cheerleader.'

I couldn't understand why she said that. Suddenly Charlie started to raise her head and she faced Santana.

Charlie gave her one of my fake smiles and made a weird wave with her right hand. I sighed; her right hand was normal, no sparkle at all. I was ready to collapse when Mom held me close to her. Charlie did this on purpose; she knew her hand was not going to spark.

Charlie looked at me, she could feel what I was feeling and I was glad she knew how horrible she made me feel. This was her fault. Was she destined to be with another person? We are the same person and heart… how can this be possible?

"Hi, Santana… nice to meet you I'm Charlie." She said.

"Hi..." She breathed.

Charlie passed right by us and opened the fridge. Santana followed Charlie with her eyes and looked at me amazed. I almost know what she is thinking. I nod and she closes her mouth. Charlie grabbed a bottle of water and started to walk out of the kitchen, with a smirk on her face.

"If you would excuse me guys, I will start putting everything in my room. Santana, see you around." She waved at Santana again with the same hand. "Frannie, Mom can you help me with the bags?" Charlie grabbed the bags from the floor in front of the door and started to walk upstairs.

Mom looked at Frann and me, and she followed her upstairs, leaving us alone again in the kitchen. I filled my lungs with air once I noticed that Santana was staring at me. I could feel the blood running through my cheeks.

San looked back to the stairs and then back at me. "Holy fucking shit Quinn!" I placed my hands on the counter and she moved her gaze to my bracelet. "Why didn't you tell me you guys were two drops of water?" I shrugged my shoulders. "This is freaking bizarre. The way she stands, her mannerisms, the way she walks, voice and your same fake smile… this is almost unmanageable. Does she have your eyes too?" I was carefully paying attention to the way she was explaining these things about Charlie. If only she knew that we were the same person.

"Yes." I was afraid of formulating incorrect words.

'Quinn, are you okay?'

I shook my head and a spoon fell from the counter.

'Leave me alone Charlie.'

"Is she always like that?"

"Like what San."

"An antisocial bitch?"

"I –I don't know, I've been with her for a few days."

"Frannie and your mother seem to like her a lot." She grabbed her ice cream again. "What about you? Are you jealous of her?"

I laughed. "I –have no reason to be jealous of her."

"Are you both going to school tomorrow? Because let me tell you this, everyone will be talking about you two."

"Yes, we are. I think I'll stay away from her." I don't even want to talk to her; she could've just told me that she knew her hand wasn't going to spark. I could have kept my hope in check and not felt like an idiot, thinking that she would have a spark and we'd fix this thing and Santana would love us.

"Well, Fabray… just for the record, I know you better than this… let me know if you need me to handle your pretty sister."

Pretty?

I shook my head and smiled.

"Want to watch a movie?"

I nodded and we stood up from the island and walked towards the living room. Santana picked a movie and pressed play. She placed her legs on my lap and we started watching the movie. I looked at her, her eyes didn't look that sad anymore. My cheeks started to burn when she caught me staring at her, she smiled and returned to face the TV.

Charlie sprinted downstairs, her headphones echoing her loud music. She had a white and black t –shirt and gray sweat pants on, her short hair in spikes. Santana and I looked at her, forgetting the movie for a second. Charlie walked straight to the kitchen without saying a word.

'Do we have chocolate ice cream?'

I turned my head and noticed she was looking inside the freezer. Santana turned her head as well and she blinked a few times.

'Move the vegetable bag.'

She took the French Fries bag and held it on the air.

'No, Charlie… on your right.'

She placed the bag inside the freezer, grabbed the correct one, and gave me a thumb up.

"She is weird Q." Santana whispered.

Charlie smiled and grabbed the chocolate pint. She turned towards us, closing the freezer. Her eyes focused on her ice cream.

'Spoon?'

She opened a few drawers and quickly closed them again.

'Third to your left.'

She grabbed a spoon saying an "Aha!"

Santana looked at me and then back at her.

'Thanks.'

She started to walk towards us. Charlie opened her pint and moved her head with the beat of the music. With that, she started to walk upstairs.

"Chocolate? You would prefer Vanilla." Santana said changing her gaze back to the TV. "I guess she's not you."

I let out a weird chuckle and forced myself to forget about Charlie for a minute and enjoy the movie with Santana.

The movie ended and Santana walked home. I locked myself in my room and started to get my Cheerio uniform ready and my backpack. We had dinner together at the table. Dad and Mom reviewed how and what Charlie should say tomorrow in school. I didn't say anything and after that I went straight to the bathroom. I was tired and I knew Sue would kill me tomorrow for not assisting on the first day of school. I was ready to receive her speech about how a responsible Head Cheerio should behave.

'Hey, are you going to avoid me tomorrow too?'

I was brushing my teeth.

'Probably.'

'Quinn I –I'

'Save it Charlie, I don't want to talk… think… or whatever this is.'

'Is she giving you a ride to school tomorrow?'

'Yes.'

'Can I take your car?'

'Yes.'

I finished and jumped into bed. I grabbed my phone and texted San.

-Call me if you need anything. See you tomorrow, night ;) xo

-Night Q, thanks for the distraction. Xx

I moved my hands and turned the light off.

'Good night Quinn.'

I ignored Charlie and closed my eyes. I didn't know if I was ready for all the looks tomorrow.


Charlie's POV

My body feels heavy and I am not used to this shit. I open my eyes and look at the time, seven –fifteen. I grab my clothes and start to walk to the bathroom. Wonder if Quinn is up already. When I finished I walked downstairs and noticed Quinn stand up from the island and stare at my clothes. What's wrong with my clothes? I have dark skinny jeans with a black plain v –neck shirt and black chucks.

"What?" I said.

"I'm not used to dressing like that Charlie… you look cute though." She turned and closed the door.

I smiled. 'You look badass with that uniform Quinn.'

Quinn didn't answer back, but I was sure she heard me. I could feel how her emotions changed in a second. Santana opened her car and Quinn stepped inside. They started to laugh at something and I immediately felt a tingly sensation on my neck. Quinn was happy.

"Charlie eat something sweetie." Mom placed a plate with eggs and bacon in front of me.

"Bacon!"

She laughed and I started to eat. "You're welcome."

I finished and Mom gave me Quinn's car keys.

"Hey, drive carefully okay." I nodded. "And be nice Charlie, Santana thinks you're weird already."

"Really?" I smiled and started to walk to the door. "Bye, see you later."

"Call me if you need anything Charlie."

"I got this Mom." I yelled to her.

I placed the keys in the ignition and looked at Santana's house. I pulled out my phone and looked at the directions Frannie gave me to get to school. I turned the radio on and started to drive.

I dreamt last night of her, her voice and her tan skin. Focus, Charlie. Yesterday when I entered the house, I wanted to yell at her. I wanted to tell her that everything was her fault. If she had paid more attention to Quinn, none of this would have happened.

When I started to walk towards her I could feel something in my chest, and I was sure my hand was going to spark. Every step that I took, the pressure in my chest started to decrease. I obviously ignored it and left before I started to howl at her.

I don't like when Quinn is mad at me, but I guess I can't help feeling like this towards Santana. I need to make Quinn happy but I just… can't stand Santana. I'm so mad at her, and I think she should know how I feel about her.

I was a mess though. Every time I think of her name or hear it, it makes me feel weird. When I finished putting everything in my room yesterday, I walked downstairs again. I don't know why. I just started to walk. The pressure in my chest decreased once again, I was near her. I would have to learn how to live with the pressure in my chest. I can find a way to get used to it.


I was in front of the school now. I parked the car, grabbed my things, and started to walk towards the building.

"Looking good Fabray." A guy yelled. I turned around and kept walking trough the halls.

"I'm digging the new haircut." I heard.

"You should wear jeans more often Babe." A guy with a Mohawk winked at me.

I could hear someone whistle and I arched an eyebrow. I could get used to all this attention. Why Quinn didn't tell me she was this popular? I bumped into a girl and all her books fell on the floor. She quickly grabbed them, apologized and left.

I was smiling widely now.

"There you are… why you are not in the gym? Sue is going to kill us." A blonde girl wrapped her arm around mine.

"Excuse me." I don't know why but I felt anger forming in my chest, lots of anger.

"Quinn, don't be silly. I like your hair… you look like a pretty unicorn now."

I looked at her and untangled our arms.

"I'm... Not going anywhere with you Barbie."

She laughed. "You can't say that to me Q, you are blonde and tall and skinny too."

I took a deep breath. Who is this girl and why am I so mad at her?

"Look, I want to be alone, okay… so you can keep walking." I moved my hands to signal that she should go.

"But Quinn, I bought you a cake for your birthday… Lord Tubbington ate it all but the important thing here is he checked the sugar in his blood after that." What is she talking about? "I can bring you frosting… it's in my locker."

"Look I don't know what you're talking about and I'm not in the mood for your stories." I turned and started to walk away from her. I wanted to push her into the locker. My anger was increasing every time she called Quinn's name. "Listen chinaware, I'm not Quinn… can you please keep walking to your… I don't know...just go!"

"Why are you being so mean to me Quinn?"

"I don't know why. Okay, I just don't know."

Suddenly I hear loud conversations. People are looking at me weirdly. They are whispering things and pointing at me with their index fingers.

"I guess you found her… she's an easy one to pick on… I know. Don't let those blue eyes fool you… they're full of lies. Right Brittany?" I smile at her harsh tone and stare at my shoes once I hear Santana's voice.

Fuck. I can't feel the pressure in my chest. Good. The anger was present, lots of it. Is this the same girl? Brittany? This is Santana's girlfriend, or I think it was… maybe they fought. I can understand why I'm so mad at her too. This is probably why Quinn is so happy.

'Charlie, this is Brittany.'

'Your mate's girlfriend.'

'Not anymore.'

I looked at Brittany, her face watching Quinn and me. "Am I drunk?" She said rubbing her eyes.

I was staring at the locker in front of me now.

"Charlie..." I gulped. This is the first time she said my name aloud. Focus. Santana ignored Brittany completely. "Hope you enjoy being Quinn's twin. It's going to be fun. You should hang out with us instead of..." She pointed to her back. Brittany gave her a weird look and left.

Louder conversations are echoing in the hall. People kept looking dumbfounded at us. I smiled. I grabbed my backpack and started to walk away from them. I can't be next to her. Santana caused Quinn a lot of pain. Look at her, Quinn doesn't even care… how pathetic.

I could feel the electricity running through my left arm. I looked at my arm and noticed a tan hand wrapped around my wrist. I stopped for a second, but I didn't turn to face her. My heart started beating rapidly.

"Welcome to judgmental McKinley High." Santana said.

I pulled my arm from her touch and kept walking. Instantly the pressure in my chest appeared again. I entered to the closest restroom and locked the door.

I flopped back onto the door and dropped myself to the floor. I tried to hold onto something but the pain wouldn't let me.

I can't explain what I'm feeling now. The pressure in my chest is growing. I want to scream. I move my hands and the doors of the restroom shift. I can't… I'm not going to be weak like Quinn. This can't be happening. I've had enough… she has had enough. I stand up, walk towards the sink and splash my face with cold water.

'Where are you?'

The pain in my chest was increasing. I didn't know what I was going to do now. How am I supposed to be near her? Quinn can't see me like this.

'Charlie… where are you?'

I gripped the sink with my hands… everything was blurry now. Okay, okay you can control this Charlie just breathe, just breathe. I need to tell her. I need to tell Quinn.

'I'm in the restroom.'

In seconds, someone was knocking on the door. I moved my fingers and unlocked the door. Quinn entered and locked the door right behind her.

"Charlie what is going on?" She placed her hands on my cheeks. I collapsed and she held onto me tightly.

"Don't be worried, I'll be okay."

"Charlie, the pressure in your chest… does it hurt?"

I nodded and I could hear her giggling.

"What is so funny Quinn!" I felt how she relaxed in my arms and gave me a hug.

"Charlie, breathe… it will decrease. Think about something else."

"Like what…" I tried to breathe normally but it was hard.

"Like… bacon."

"Not helping… Quinn."

She started to rub my back and I slowly started to breathe again. I focused on Quinn's bracelet. It was shining like crazy and it made me calm. Quinn was calm and happy.

"Just breathe." She continued rubbing her hand on my back. "Charlie, answer this please." I nodded. "When you met Santana yesterday you didn't look straight into her eyes did you?"

'I was afraid of what was going to happen, so I closed my eyes.'

She laughed. 'Damn sunglasses, Charlie.'

"When I get home… I will burn them."

"You can't do that… I look like a bad ass." I smiled. My breathing was normal again. "Why does it hurt so much Quinn?"

Quinn opened my right hand and I noticed a colorless spark. I looked at her face and she was smiling.

"You miss your mate Charlie."