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Chapter 4

A/N: Sorry about the absence everyone, but I'm sure you can understand when life shits on you it's hard to get back on track.

Warnings: Rated M, OOC, G!P, Sex eventually, Insecurities, blah, blah, blah...

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Any characters I make up are mine and the story plot is mine too.

~Fabray's house~

"So, how was the ride?" Charlie asked, shutting her bike off and pulling off her helmet.

Santana hummed, shaking her hair free after taking off the spare helmet and giving it a ruffle. "It wasn't that bad."

Charlie's mouth dropped open. "Not that bad?" She repeated, climbing off the bike. "Motorbikes are cooler than cars and you know it!"

Smiling, Santana said nothing. She put the helmet on the shelf and grabbed their food. "Come on, Quinn will probably kill us if she doesn't have food soon."

Charlie scrambled after her. "This conversation isn't over!" She shouted, hearing Santana laugh.

It was an uncomfortable feeling being stared at, that much Santana knew, whether it was in the hallways at school or during Cheerio practice by the boys it was safe to say she knew the feeling well. However, there was a difference between being ogled at and stared out.

"Quinn, are your eyes fucking up or are you staring at me because you like me." Santana snapped, having got tired of Quinn staring her out.

"That would be the wrong Fabray twin," Quinn fired back. "But you already knew that because you dig my sister." She grinned.

Choking on her bit of food, Santana coughed and took a drink of her coke to wash it down. "The hell Fabray! How did you know?!" She whisper yelled.

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Santana, I'm your best friend and I have eyes, you never used to leave my room when you were here until you ran into Charlie and you hate motorbikes but you went on my sisters, it's obvious aside from the dopey smile you had when you came in here!"

Santana sat in silence, her face blank and not giving anything away. "I have no idea what you're talking about." And went back to eating the same chicken stir fry she had gotten that Charlie also got.

"Bullshit!" Quinn laughed and pointed a finger at the latina. "I know you always used to joke about getting with my gay twin because you couldn't have me, but damn S you were actually serious haha!"

Glaring, Santana threw a small piece of red pepper at Quinn. "Shut it before your sister hears us Fabray!"

"Ew Santana!" Quinn screeched, quickly picking up the bit of pepper and throwing it in her rooms bin. "Don't make a mess of my room or I'll strangle you in your sleep." She threatened.

Santana faked being scared, hand on her chest before going back to eating with silence engulfing the room.

"So..." Quinn drew out, her tone serious. "You actually like Charlie?" She asked.

Groaning, Santana threw her fork on the plate. "Quinn!"

"What? I'm just asking!" Quinn whisper yelled.

"Yes okay! Happy now?" San shouted.

Quinn grinned. "Yes, but why?"

Face planting into Quinn's blanket, Santana gave Quinn the middle finger when she laughed. "I don't know okay; she's just so cute and seems so genuine about things and when I first saw her I dunno I just...I dunno it's weird! I've never felt this way before." She mumbled.

Quinn knew when Santana was fucking around and when she was being serious. Even in the whole time she had known the latina Santana was right, she'd never had a full click with anyone.

Thinking about it, although Santana's luck with girls was as bad being ran over 10 times, maybe her and Charlie could make a try out of whatever was happening between the two of them. Charlie never gave anyone the time of day before, but yet when she met Santana she finally sorted her room out and her attitude and Santana was a baffling confused mess over Charlie which never happened either.

Seemed like a good match.

"You two should go on a date." Quinn said, shoving Santana's side.

"Fuck no."

"The fuck S? You like Charlie so go on a date with her jeez." Quinn grumbled.

Huffing, Santana slapped Quinn's thigh. "It's not as easy as that Quinn!"

Squinting, Quinn stared at the latina. "Is it because she's got a dick?"

This time picking up a pillow, Santana threw it at Quinn with enough force to shove her backwards. "I don't know okay! I don't know where my head is at when I'm around Charlie and yes the dick factor might play a thing in it, I've never done anything like that it's weird."

"True, but she's my twin and I still love her, wouldn't you be able to?" Quinn asked.

Burying further into the blanket, Santana sighed. "I don't know."

Shoulders sagging and a sigh escaping her lips, Charlie stared at Quinn's door. She had been stood outside her room, wanting to speak with Santana about taking her out sometime, but having heard that conversation she guessed she already had her answer.

She let her hand drop to her side and turned, walking back to her room with heavy steps and locking her door behind her. She dropped down face first onto her bed and sighed.

Just what was she expecting to happen? No one would want her as she is.

Closing her eyes, she decided to sleep to stop thinking.

A/N: Okay I know it's short, but there will be a time leap next chapter, just a couple of weeks nothing major to really kick start the main plot of these two. See you next time!