Santana had never worked a day in her life. She wasn't supposed to have to work. That was why her father was rich. What the hell was she even doing here? Stuffed in a smelly conference room and listening to company policy about vacation days? This was torture.

The blonde next to her leans over, apparently just as bored as she was. "You're really pretty."

Santana nods politely. "Thanks."

"Is this your first job too? We should be friends. We can be best friends."

"Super." Santana scoffs dryly. Looking the blonde up and down with an instantaneous judgment she's perfected over years as the HBIC. She doesn't need any more friends, especially any more perfect cheerleader bimbos. She had enough of those already.

"Alright. If that's everything, Fabray, Lopez you two go across the hall to get your uniforms—" Santana's head whips toward the group. She's not dense enough to have missed that name and there can only be so many Fabray's in the Hamptons.

The girl beside her stands up and glances around the room looking for the Lopez. "Across the hall got it."

Santana immediately stands up and the girl grins brightly. "Santana—Lopez."

"Hi Santana, I'm Brittany Fabray," Brittany said pleasantly sticking out her hand.

Santana shakes Brittany's hands, "This is not how you wanted to spend your summer huh?"

"My dad said that I needed to earn my keep, and I couldn't just lounge about the house all summer. But he totally wouldn't pay for me to go backpacking in Rio. Said if I wanted to go backpacking I'd need to pay for the trip myself." Brittany complained. "Have you ever been to Rio?"

Santana shook her head, "No, I can't say that I have."

"Dad had a business trip and we got to stay an extra week to go to Carnival, it was so much fun and so pretty. We should totes go together sometime." Brittany mused excitedly wrapping her arm around Santana's in a friendly way.

"That would be fun, but I don't think my parents would let me go. They are super strict about that sort of thing," Santana admits easily. "I'm doing this to show them I can be an adult my—uh friend suggested it."

Brittany nods, "I got fired from my first two jobs. My sister Frannie fired me on the first day, just because I messed up her schedule. It was an accident. My brother Lucas got super annoyed with me because I may have given one of his client's advice, I mean I was just supposed to be answering phones, and I don't even know why he's so mad! I made his client loads of money. But that's why Chuck's my favorite. He got me this job and he managed to convince my dad to get me this sweet houseboat for the summer. You should totally come over."

"That sounds like fun." Santana grins. "But you know what sounds even better? A party."

Brittany's eyes practically sparkled at the thought. "You should totes come see it. I was going to invite my boyfriend over and maybe some of his friends. Do you have a boyfriend?"

Santana goes to answer but Brittany shakes her head and continues with barely a moment's pause. "You're like super hot, so of course you do. Or maybe you're not into boys. That's cool. Maybe you can bring your boyfriend—or girlfriend, or whatever you're into—too."

Santana opens her mouth to tell her what a brilliant idea that is before closing it. Would Charlie even want to come along? He was so weird that she couldn't get a read on him. It takes her a second before she realizes that Brittany is still talking. "No. I mean, yeah. I mean, I'm sure my boyfriend would love to come. It'll be great. You know he lives on a boat too? He took me out to see dolphins the other day."

Brittany squeals. "That's so romantic. Do you think he'd take us all out to see the dolphins? Dolphins are like my fourth favorite animal. Behind unicorns and platypuses and there's probably another one I like better than dolphins, but dolphins are definitely number four."

"Oh, that's—great?" Santana guesses with a shrug. Maybe Brittany wouldn't be so bad after all. This could be the start of a beautiful friendship. "I'll ask, he's a bit of a grump though, so I might have to do some convincing if you know what I mean."

Brittany grins conspiratorially, "Oh, Mike gets a bit grumpy too. But all you need to do is—"

Santana leans in to listen in further when someone clears their throat and she turns to look at supervisor who doesn't look amused. "Gossip during your breaks, you two we've got lots of work to do before either of you are ready to cater a North Sails event."

"Right," Santana says apologetically. She flashes a grin at Brittany who merely laughs easily. Well Charlie did say to make new friends. "My boyfriend works there you know. He helped me get this job, maybe you can help me with my grand scheme to get the guys there to take us out on one of their party boats with a bunch of our friends."

"That sounds awesome, I'll totally help and if not, I'll just whine to my—"

"Ladies."

Brittany rubbed the back of her neck. "Sorry. Sorry."

Santana laughs, and she had thought that this was going to be super boring. Her parents were going to flip when she told them that she was hanging out with a Fabray. They might even start loosening the restrictions that they had on her.

~?~

Santana grins happily as she pulls the car to a stop just in front of the pier. She had thought today was going to be a total bust but now she got to throw her first day at work in her parents' faces and tell them she'd made friends with a Fabray.

Brittany wasn't half-bad either. When you got past a couple of weird comments and some mildly intrusive observations, she was actually pretty funny.

"So, this is totally a small world—"

"Totes." Brittany agrees.

"—yeah, but my boyfriend lives on this same pier."

"Seriously? Can we meet him?"

"He's probably working right now, I don't want to disturb him you know. I might even surprise him, I think he'd like that. But why don't we see your place first." Santana grins popping the door open. "I'm going to be so ticked if he didn't bring the condoms. I mean I'm on the pill but he's got these things for condoms."

"Mike's not a fan either, and I'm super careful. My dad would totally murder Mike and my brothers if I got pregnant." Brittany shakes her head. "I haven't had a guest in my house, you're totes going to be the first. Sorry about the mess, I just sort of dumped all my stuff there."

"It's cool, I'll help you unpack if you want, then I'll convince my boyfriend to take us out to see the dolphins this weekend if you want. You might have to wait a bit though." Santana admits. "Oh, that's his boat. He's a mechanic so he's really good with his hands—like really good with them. But I can't tell him that or he'll get a huge ego—not that he needs one with the tool he's packing, if you know what I mean."

"I do. Mike's Asian and he doesn't have anything to worry about. I can't believe he was worried you know—but he totes is packing." Brittany laughs and turns to look at the boat in question, nearly tripping when she spots the boat that Santana was talking about. She recognized the yacht immediately. That was Chuck's boat. Which meant—Chuck had a girlfriend. One that no one in the family knew about. No wonder he had been super weird about it this morning about not letting anyone know what his last name was. He might actually like Santana, which was super awesome because she liked Santana. She was better than all the other girls that Chuck dated. "You're dating Charlie?"

Santana pauses, "You know him?"

"Well, yeah. I grew up with him," Brittany says, she would have a talk with her brother about leaving her in the dark like this.

"Oh," Santana shifted uncomfortably, there was a note in Brittany's voice and she wondered if this revelation had made Brittany hate her or something. It had been going well. "Did you two used to—you know?"

Brittany nearly dry heaved, "Gross, no. Oh—gross." She shudders, trying to purge the memory from her mind she had been listening to Santana talk about her and Chuck all day, and now she knew things about her brother that no little sister should. "I just didn't know your boyfriend was Charlie. He's like—"

"Your brother?" Santana asked it was probably the only reason that Brittany had reacted like that.

"Yeah," Brittany nods. "He's my brother."

Santana didn't notice the slip up from Brittany, she was just super relieved that she hadn't blown it. "Oh, so does that mean we can't be friends or—like if you're weird about this."

"Of course, we're going to be friends. You're super nice and if you're dating Charlie then we should totes get along—just don't talk about his tools anymore or how good he is with his hands."

Santana grinned. "Deal."

Brittany grinned, "Sweet, I still totally need your help to unpack. Mike's supposed to come this weekend and don't want him to think I'm disorganized."

~?~

Charlie sighed as he carried his groceries back to his boat, his sunglasses sitting on the top of his head as he shifted the heavy bags into his left hand so he could reach into his pockets and fiddle with his huge ring of keys. It had been a long day, he had spent most of the day inspecting the party yachts and getting them ready for the events tomorrow, all while coordinating with Ken who had spent most of the day running inventory. And to make sure that he didn't get a moment to sit down some jackass kids had ruined two jet skis. He wasn't even sure if they were salvageable. All he wanted to do now was simply sit down for a few moments and relax with a cold beer and maybe a fishing line, but he didn't have time to go out tonight. He needed to be in first thing tomorrow so he could captain one of the party boats, because Sam had called in sick.

He was definitely going to have to look into hiring some more guys, later, hopefully he'd have a few moments to go over the applications that were sitting on his desk. They hadn't even hit the peak of the busy season and he was feeling a bit overwhelmed. Maybe he could hire another mechanic to take some of his burdens. They simply had far too many boats and he was getting overwhelmed. He'd have to take a good long hard look at the budget to make sure he wasn't overextending himself.

And to make his day even longer, he needed to deal with Brittany who probably hadn't bought any food which meant that he was stuck making her food and feeding her. At least she wasn't his problem at work. He steps onto his boarding ramp and fiddled with his keys wanting to open the door so he could put away his groceries down below.

"Miss me?"

Charlie jumped a bit, his head snapping toward Santana who wearing dangerously short shorts and a bikini top. His mouth goes dry for a moment and his pupils dilate for a moment before he blinks. He needed to focus. "I'm hungry and I've got work to do tonight, so I can't spend a lot of time rocking your world. I can spare thirty minutes I guess after dinner—"

"Great. What's for dinner?"

Charlie sighed, well aware that if he fed her she would probably never leave. But he was much too tired and stressed to make this huge deal about it. "I got some seafood—?" He had gotten some shrimp and some chicken and some beef, and he had a pot of day old rice in his rice cooker. He was thinking of maybe some fried rice.

"Seriously? Is that all you eat?"

"I've got some hotdogs we could grill—" Charlie cringes. His mom would kill him if she found out that he tried to feed a girl hotdogs. Years of cooking lessons have made him a fairly decent chef, but today had been a hard day and he felt lazy. If Santana was crashing at his place for dinner than she could deal with what he still had lying around. "Or you can have a cup of ramen."

Santana stared at him and shifted uncomfortably at the expression on his face. He was probably humiliated that he wasn't that well off to be able to afford real food. "How about I order us a pizza?"

Charlie paused and put his bags down on his deck. "You're not getting me naked faster, I do have work to do—"

"Please. I'm not going to stay the night with you. I'm staying the night with my new best friend," Santana explains.

"Okay. I'm glad you're making friends—" Charlie grunts as he heads to the main cabin so he could get to his kitchen. Honestly he couldn't be bothered with Santana's day to day they weren't dating.

"Also you've been upgraded to my boyfriend, so you should be happy."

Charlie turned to look at Santana stopping entirely. "What?"

"Well I realize that it's difficult for me to talk to people about you, and I can't very well call you my concubine. People frown on that sort of thing and I have an image." Santana retorts defensively.

"You said you just wanted to be fuck buddies!"

"I do! You're an asshole. But my new friend is a Fabray and I don't know if that means anything to you, I mean it should you grew up with her, but my dad has been talking about them for weeks. Making friends with his daughter seemed like a pretty good idea. But how do I explain that to her? She seemed so nice?"

Charlie stared at Santana, of course Brittany would ruin a perfectly good thing. "Brittany is by far the least judgemental person I know. So you can probably tell her that we're fuck buddies—"

"Which would make me a liar," Santana interrupted. She scowls at him, he clearly didn't see how important it was. "I'm not a liar, so you get the upgrade and we can go on double dates together. Like you taking us to see more dolphins. Did you know that they're Brittany's fourth favorite animal?"

"Of course they are," Charlie said flatly. He honestly couldn't care less what Brittany's fourth favorite animal was. Though if he said that in the proximity of his father or any other member of his family he generally got a swift smack upside the head, and bluntly told to be nice. "Also the answer to all of that is no." He adds as he begins to put his groceries away. Going on a double date with his sister sounded like a horrible time, it was just like going on double dates with Lucas. They all ended terribly for him. He didn't like having to be social for long periods of time, he liked being on his own. Without Lucas to tag along or Brittany crying for his attention, he just liked the peace and quiet.

"I thought you would say that, so I came prepared to deal. I'll give you a blow job, right here, right now." Santana offers, entering Charlie's personal space and placing her hands onto the waistband of his shorts.

Charlie pauses, taking a step back. He was never one to turn down a free blow job, but something fishy was going on here. "Are you offering because you actually want to suck my dick or because you're trying to train me like some dog?"

"Why does it matter?" Santana shrugs and runs her fingers over his crotch, smirking when she feels it jump to life.

Charlie pushes her hands away. "I think that's all the answer I need."

Santana blinked and frowned, her pride injured by the rejection. She had never been rejected before not like that at least. "Seriously?"

Charlie frowned at her disbelief. "Look, if you want to save your pride that's fine. I'll take you and your friend out. You can break up with me in anyway you see fit. You're not a liar, I don't have to deal with you treating me like I'm your pet. We both win."

Santana took a step back, not quite sure how to handle it. "Are you really being a girl about this?"

"I have no idea what that's supposed to mean considering that I'm the one with the dick. Look, we had one day and it was fun. But we're not really friends, I never really agreed to be your boyfriend, and honestly I've been with enough women to know that it's not worth the headache. I thought that this was supposed to be fun, not some sort of transaction between us, and if you think that's how it's supposed to work then you've either been with dumbass douchebags your entire life or you're clueless. Either way you figure it out."

"You just said that you've been with other women who did the same thing—"

"And it was a headache. I'm not a teenage boy anymore who is willing to do anything for a blowjob. So, I'm going to make myself some hot dogs. You can go have fun with your friend Brittany, and that's it."

"Fine," Santana snaps turning on her heel. "If you're going to be a baby about it," she takes a few steps and blinks when she realizes he's not actually going to cave. She swallows and walks out storming up the narrow stairs and heading to the boarding ramp. She tilts her head back but doesn't see him following her out.

She feels like an idiot standing there waiting for him, but she isn't going to budge not on this. She pauses when smell of hotdogs wafts through the air and she can't help but peek down the cabin only to see him sitting down at his tiny dining table with two jumbo hot dogs, where he is in the process of smothering them with ketchup and mustard. "Seriously?"'

Charlie glances up from where he's fiddling with his laptop, he sighs when a dollop of mustard and ketchup slip from his hot dogs and drop onto his lap. "Shit," he sighs and looks at Santana. "I thought you left like ten minutes ago."

"I wasn't going to leave until you gave me an apology!" Santana snaps at him.

Charlie closes his eyes and counts to ten. He needed to stop thinking with his dick because his dick usually got him into these situations. "Apologize for what exactly?"

"You're an ass—"

"Yes, I get it. I'm an asshole you knew this already. If anything, the only reason you're still here is because you're attracted to that."

"I am not attracted to you being a prick," Santana retorts incensed at the idea. "You rejected me and then dismissed me."

Charlie sighed of course this was how it was going to go. "Yes, I did, and when you didn't get your way I assume you attempted to make me feel like less of a man. You know I might have been more inclined if you had just asked me instead of telling me that I was now your boyfriend and two that I had to do exactly what you said and take you and Brittany out, because—I don't know you were going to give me a blow job. I don't need teenage drama in my life. I was already a teenager and I have more than enough family drama to fill several Shakespearean plays."

Santana stared at him and crosses her arms over her chest. "If I had just asked, you would have said yes?" She knew better, people didn't do anything for free, there needed to be a promise of reward. It was how she had ruled her damn squad. Everything had a price, and now that she wasn't captain anymore which meant that she didn't have anything to offer anymore. Balancing all those egos, had been difficult enough and now she was dealing with Charlie. Boys had always been easy, a quick rub and tug, letting them get to second base and they were putty. But Charlie wasn't some idiotic child, he was older he'd been with women and knew what he was doing, she had thought that opening up with a blow job would work.

"I like going out to sea, I would have said yes as long as we made time for fishing. I was planning to go out next Sunday if the weather was good." Charlie points out, not to mention Brittany would have twisted his arm about it.

"Oh." Santana managed suddenly feeling ridiculous.

"Yeah. Oh." Charlie repeats and begins to look at the budget. They were very much in the green, he'd crunch the numbers to see how many more people that they could afford to hire. He begins to move some numbers around when he feels Santana slide onto the bench beside him. He is prepared to ignore her. Actually, he was going to ignore her till she simply went away—

"I'm sorry."

Charlie blinked and turned to her, he wasn't expecting that. He was honestly expecting more off her temper tantrum. "It's fine—"

"Look, it's not you're right—"

Charlie scooted back immediately, he had learned from both his mom and his sisters that women were always right even when they were wrong, Frannie had been an absolute nightmare and every time she agreed with him, there was generally hell to pay. Frannie was the antichrist. "Well I know I'm right."

Santana nods, "It's just that I'm so used to having to give something to get in return."

"I did say you needed new friends," Charlie points out with a shrug and pauses when Santana touches his wrist, this was not going the way he had envisioned and what's worse he could already feel himself starting to harden. She had to be messing with him in some way shape or form.

"Yeah and I made some, I mean sure you're an asshole and a prick and you're rude to me but I could have asked you."

"That's all I wanted—"

"So, will you take me Brittany and Mike to go see the dolphins?" Santana asks cutting him off, running her fingers along his wrist.

"Yeah sure—wait who's Mike?"

"It's a double date with Brittany's boyfriend. I was wondering if you could be my date." Santana smiles when Charlie nods at the request even though he looks absolutely confused as to what's going on. She smiles and leans in and kisses his cheek. "Thanks Charlie."

"Uh—sure?" Charlie frowned, wondering what the hell had just happened. Somehow, he felt that he had been outsmarted by an eighteen-year-old girl. He blinks and watches her get up and root through the grocery bag of stuff that didn't need to go in the fridge right away. He had been played.

Santana smiled and grabbed his six pack. "You don't mind, do you?"

"I—"

"Thanks Charlie, I'm going to go hang out with Brittany. I'll see you tomorrow after I drop Brittany back off. None of this you only get half an hour." Santana called over her shoulder before leaving him alone on his boat.

Charlie stared at her retreating figure and glanced down at his hard dick. He was torn between being irritated and being amused at how easy Santana had turned that around on him. He was leaning heavily on the side of being amused, but his dick clearly wasn't. "Yeah, I get it. Don't over think a girl wanting to blow me."