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"Are you sure this is okay?" Rachel whispered to Santana as she held up the cookies from the bakery that they had stopped at. Santana had picked out the salted caramel chocolate chip cookies for her and had insisted that they get a dozen for Charlie and two for each of them. "She can't actually eat all this Santana."

Santana laughed at that statement, Rachel would learn soon enough. "Relax Rachel, Charlie is really pretty chill, so is her mom—don't know what went wrong with Quinn though."

"Santana!" Rachel said as the door opened and standing at the door was Charlie in a pair of shorts and a light sheen of sweat. Rachel blinked and she studied Charlie for a moment, realizing what Santana had been trying to explain to her and she wondered if Quinn looked just as attractive after a workout.

Santana smiles and shakes her head feeling the stirring in her pants, Charlie had done it on purpose. Judging from the smirk on her face. "Hey Charlie, I hope you don't mind that I brought Rachel over today she has—"

"Salted caramel chocolate chip cookies from the bakery I like." Charlie said with a smile holding her hands out for the package. She adored these cookies. Rachel slowly handed them over and she popped the top inhaling the aroma for a moment of freshly baked cookies. "Your bride-price is acceptable, you can totally marry Quinn." Charlie said stepping aside for Rachel.

Rachel blinked and turned to Santana who bit her lip, "Did she just sell me her sister for a dozen cookies?"

Santana nodded and then looked back at Charlie, "I told you if you feed her she'll be your best friend."

Charlie tilted her head, "Quinn, Rachel's here to see you." Charlie said loudly and she listened for a moment before she heard the sound of the door opening and closing and then turned to Santana. "Are we still on for a movie night?"

Santana grins, "Yeah I think so, I thought we could watch a classic horror film, you know something not to scary and classic."

Charlie's lips twitch, "You just want me on your lap again," she says with a sniff. "What are we watching?"

Alien was the movie tonight and she knew it would sufficiently terrify Charlie right back into her lap where they would end up ignoring the rest of the movie. Well that would be the case if Rachel wasn't here. Santana turned to Rachel, "I know you don't like horror movies Rachel, but I promise you that this one is a modern classic."

Rachel was about to say something when Quinn finally arrived downstairs and gave her a look mostly of surprise and she wondered if this was really the best way to go about it. "Hey Quinn."

Quinn studied Rachel for a moment before turning to her sister, "Charlie?"

Charlie hummed and pulled out a cookie and chewed it slowly enjoying the nice warm salted caramel and chocolate with a low groan. "Quinn. Rachel came all the way here to see you and she's a guest so you need to be nice to her. You know spend some time with her, get to know her. Then become her girlfriend so she can keep bringing me cookies like these."

Rachel flushes immediately, "That's not why I—it's just rude to show up to someone's house uninvited. I certainly wasn't trying to bribe my way into your life," Rachel explains looking absolutely mortified.

Quinn reached for a cookie only to have her hand smacked away and she rolled her eyes, "Don't worry it's just Charlie—next time just don't bother to bring anything over she gets weird when it comes to food. Like super weird. Do you want to just—hang out with me in my room?"

"Well I came to watch a movie with Charlie and Santana," Rachel begins.

"Who are just going to end up making out on the couch and you're going to feel super uncomfortable. Trust me I've walked in on them far too many times. I'm doing you a favor." Quinn said calmly looking at her sister who let out an orgasmic moan as she took another bite as if to illustrate her point.

Rachel bit her lip and looked over at Santana, "Well if it's okay with you—"

"Go ahead Rachel, we'll be fine," Santana says immediately and Rachel smiles at her and follows Quinn to her room, leaving Santana standing there with her girlfriend who was making moans of pleasure. Santana clears her throat and Charlie opens an eye to look at her. "Was that really necessary," Santana asks gently moving to Charlie and pushing her against a wall. "The moans?"

Charlie hums feeling the hardness in Santana's pants, "Well you said to play it up for them," Charlie said with a smile. "Mom's not home I put the new lock on my door—" Charlie said. "Do you want me to take care of that for you?" Charlie said with an amused smile reaching between them and resting her hand right there on the front of Santana's pants.

Santana shivers and leans in and kisses Charlie for a moment before pulling away and taking one of the cookies, "As tempting as that is Charlie, we can't not with Rachel and Quinn a few feet away."

Charlie huffed at this and kissed her again before pausing there was something that she wanted to talk to Santana about. "Okay, but we need to talk about something that's been bugging me because I don't think that you said anything to the Warbler's but someone did that I'm seeing you. I'm not ashamed or anything but at the same time I like my business to stay my business and I can't deal with Maddison trying to make it out that I'm some sort of deviant because I like a girl."

Santana blinked for a moment, "I thought Dalton had zero tolerance for bullying."

Charlie shrugged, "It does in theory, but the only thing we've learned is how to do it in a completely passive aggressive—minus the passive way. All Madison needs to say is that she feels uncomfortable with me in the locker room because it'll be like a boy being in there with her. Or all she needs to state is her religious beliefs or something and I'm not off the team but maybe my captaincy will be stripped. Maybe I'll be forced to ride the bench until Roz realizes that I'm the person on the team with the best accuracy. You know small stuff like that." Charlie explains.

Santana made a face, "Still better than being slushied every day for being part of glee club," Santana points out and Charlie blinks confused.

"What do you mean slushied?"

"Don't worry about it Charlie, it's a part of going to McKinley. Glee club is bottom of the food chain, the school administrators don't do anything about it because they're raising revenue or something. But I think I know the person who's been leaking information to the Warbler's. Kurt Hummel." Charlie blinked and Santana smiled and shook her head. "He went to Dalton last year, he's dating Blaine Anderson."

"Santana you're saying names and I have no idea who you're talking about." Charlie admits.

Santana thinks for a moment, "You remember when you came to McKinley and the guy who looked like a porcelain doll started talking to you?" Charlie nods. "That's Kurt, and Blaine is the guy on the Warbler's who has far too much hair gel." Recognition flashes through Charlie's eyes and Santana smiles. "Look they're dating and Kurt is the school gossip so it makes sense that he'd tell Blaine—I didn't think too much about it." Santana admits, she didn't think that Kurt would out someone even unintentionally it was something that wasn't his business. He certainly hadn't outed Karofsky. "I'll talk to him and handle it?"

"I can help?" Charlie offered a smile on her face.

"I thought you said you wanted us to beat the Warbler's and we do actually sort of need Kurt to do that," Santana informed her taking another cookie. "So—Alien?"

Charlie groans a bit but let's Santana lead her to the living room, "Can I suggest something else that you'd find more enjoyable? Instead of me being terrified that the aliens are coming to get me?"

Santana laughs, "I like you being scared that sounds bad but—it's cute and you climb all over me and it's about the only time you're that well adorable." Santana explains. "There isn't anything I'd rather have right now."

Charlie's eyes travel across Santana's body and she hums, "I can think of a few things you'd rather me doing right now. One probably involves me on my knees," Charlie smiles when Santana trips and she laughs. "That's what you turned down because you wanted me to be on your lap. I imagine you'd like that too, with just a lot less clothes on."

Santana's cheeks burn as the images fill her mind and she frowns looking at Charlie who walks by her humming as she turns on the television and goes to Netflix. "I—you can't just say that and walk away."

"Quinn and Rachel are just a few feet away," Charlie says in a sing song voice.

Santana groans, she just had to try and be the proper one and she thinks of something quickly because she isn't going to be caught flatfooted by Charlie. "I was trying to do you a favor," she says after a moment. "Your walls are probably paper thin," Santana says and Charlie grins at her.

"Maybe," Charlie said. "But I bet you a dollar that if were to go check on them they'd be doing something inappropriate themselves. All that sexual tension that they have and putting them in close quarters with each other."

Santana rolls her eyes, "Quinn has a boyfriend," she reminds Charlie.

"I know that Quinn has a boyfriend and I like him. He's nice and gives me his pudding cups at lunch like all the time. He also doesn't actually love Quinn and Quinn doesn't actually love her." Charlie said taking another cookie. "I mean sure they kiss and hold hands but seriously—they aren't having sex and they've been together forever. He's okay with that. Like he doesn't even push and their kissing is really chaste as well. They're like nuns."

"So Rachel has a chance?" Santana asked.

"I don't know if Rachel has a chance, it matters to Quinn and she loved our dad a lot and his words on this type of stuff—you know they bothered her. She's not comfortable with it. Dad was a frequent watcher of Fox news, voted for the person who was most white and male and old, believed in dragging us to Church every Sunday. Probably had a mistress or two on the side—don't get me wrong I love my dad faults and all. He was a good dad, terrible husband but a good dad." Charlie explains. "But Quinn doesn't see the utter douchebag and she takes his words as the gospel truth. Well she did, I think she's coming around slowly. So if Rachel is willing to be patient and deal with Quinn's hang ups. I think she might have a chance. Lord knows that she can do without the stick in her ass."

Santana snorted at this and is quiet, "He wouldn't have liked me?"

"He would have thought you were an illegal, he would have gotten over it eventually." Charlie said with a shrug. "Though I'm not sure if he would have gotten over the fact that you're a woman. He never really liked Puck and he's Jewish. Though to be fair to my dad, it might have had something to do with the Mohawk. But I don't think he really hates gay people, he just didn't know any and I think he would have respected your work ethic and you pulling yourself up by the bootstraps. I think he would have respected you enough to keep his comments to himself."

Santana rolls her eyes, "Yet you're not—like that and I don't understand why or how?"

"I have a very short attention span, and I stop paying attention when he talked and just ate my dinner while Quinn and Frannie engaged him." Charlie shrugged and smiled. "I mean I don't think he knew what to do with me, but he figured it out eventually. He liked the fact that I liked talking about sports with him and we would watch football and stuff together and we'd play catch. He taught me how to throw a football properly and he let me have some of his scotch when my mom wasn't looking. Tasted nasty, and once he let me have a puff on one of his cigars—never again though. Plus he took me hunting a few times and he taught me how to throw a punch. So I mean—he's my dad." Charlie admits and nudges Santana gently.

Santana blinked the things that Charlie was saying, "Sounds a bit like my dad. I think he's disappointed though that I don't show a bit more interest in soccer. But he's beyond over protective of me sometimes. He really doesn't like you because he thinks you're corrupting me, his words of course. My mom said he's just worried about you whisking me away and taking his little girl."

Charlie smiles, "Well—my mom has been harping about having your parents over one night. Of course my mom is my mom—she's doing all this reading on LGBT rights so she's hip or whatever. If I find another pamphlet on my desk about how to practice safe sex with a lesbian on my desk when I get home," Charlie grumbles.

Santana laughs and bites her lip, "Do you think she'd—care about my body?" Santana asks after a moment.

Charlie shook her head, "I don't think she'd care Santana, I don't and I'm happy. Plus you know—grandchildren." Charlie smiles at this and laughs. "You don't have to tell my mom anything if you don't want to. I'll just deal with her putting a pack of dental dams on my desk and some gloves." Santana laughs at this and Charlie groans, "It's not funny. It's mortifying."

"I think it's cool that your mom is so okay with this. I think my mom suspects and my dad just handed me a bunch of condoms and told me to use them. He was very embarrassed about the whole thing and very annoyed that I wasn't thirty when he was giving me this talk," Santana smiles. "I think my mom would like to meet your mom and your family for the peace of mind. But at the same time—"

"You don't want your mom talking to my mom too?" Charlie asks and Santana nods. "We'll figure something out." Charlie looks at the ceiling for a moment before looking back at the television, "I think we should watch this movie now," Charlie says. "Before we hear some rhythmic thumping coming from upstairs and I lose my appetite."

AN: Stuff happens