AN: Now people want some Santana G!P and it's not as if I haven't written any. I'm Yours, The original Family (After Hours), What is love and 25 to life has Santana G!P. I just haven't gotten around to writing it yet. But not all my fics are labelled as such, hence there it is. I meant to put this in my last chapter, in response to a review and I forgot. Sorry about that. Yes I know people keep telling me to add it, but I'm lazy. It took me like 95 chapters to drop the Humor in the Only One Tag. To be fair, that kind of spiraled out of control and it was always meant to have my particular brand of humor in it. Because the moment I started dealing heavily with a plot point I realized that I couldn't just wave my magic wand and it be okay. So I have to do the it gets better slowly but surely they will get to a point. The point.


"You haven't asked me to prom yet," Elaine said, there was a note of irritation in her voice as she looked at her girlfriend who was busy reading a history book. Charlie didn't respond and she let out an irritated noise which alerted Charlie to her current mood. This was ridiculous she had already been asked out by several other people and when she had pointed out she had a girlfriend they were all shocked. They thought it had been over for months. Charlie still didn't respond and Elaine put her hand on Charlie's book.

Charlie put her book down slowly and looked at Elaine who looked, for the most part, sufficiently irritated. "I have to ask you? We're dating asking you to this event seems silly right? I thought we would just go together." Charlie said with a shrug.

"It's a month to prom Charlie, how are you not taking this seriously. Do you have something ready that matches my dress? I got it all the way back in September." When Charlie blinks slowly Elaine's anger flares at this. "I sent you about a million pictures Charlie."

She couldn't remember, September was months ago and this hadn't exactly been high of her things to do. But she knew that this was one of those trap things and she couldn't give just any answer so she slapped on a fake smile. She could always look up the dress later. "You looked amazing in that dress—"

"What color was it?" Elaine demanded catching Charlie off guard. She knew Charlie well enough to know when she was trying to squirm out of the situation.

Charlie winced and forced herself to remember, but she honestly couldn't. "Red?" It was the first color that popped into mind and judging from the furious look it was the wrong answer. The very wrong answer and she immediately backed up.

"It's purple," Elaine hisses poking Charlie in the chest hard. "You know my favorite color!" There was another blank look on Charlie's face and livid didn't began to cover it. "We've been dating since we were freshmen. How the hell don't you know what my favorite color is?"

"I—forgot?" Charlie says weakly. This wasn't going rather well.

It was the wrong answer and Elaine blew up, "You forgot? You forgot?" Her voice was getting higher and she didn't care if she was attracting a crowd. She pokes Charlie's chest hard and she doesn't care if she's hurting her. "You forgot my birthday this year. You forgot a lot of things lately. Honestly you've been a shitty girlfriend lately. I've been talking about prom for ages and you were supposed to make it a magical night."

Charlie rubs the back of her neck and looks around but none of her friends are around, and Quinn isn't here to bail her out of this situation. "Elaine, calm down please. I'm sorry. I've just got a lot on my mind with universities and filling out scholarship information. It's important."

"You know what we're done," Elaine says finally. She couldn't take it, Charlie was a shitty girlfriend. An excellent lover but an incredibly shitty girlfriend. "I'm important. You don't think I don't know about your stupid obsession with Santana Lopez? You think I'm stupid?"

"Santana and I are just friends. Elaine—" Charlie said, Santana had made that very clear.

"Four years and never once have you ever said I love you back. Four years and all I see is you following around Santana making sure that she feels better, that she feels good. That she feels pretty and loved and maybe I shouldn't have fucking ignored it and wasted my time with you." With that Elaine stormed off leaving Charlie standing there mutely, as she pushed her way through the crowd.

Charlie rubbed the back of her neck, and glanced around sinking a bit when people shook their heads and gave her dirty looks. She was unsure if she should go after Elaine and beg her. Or just let it go. Sure the sex was nice but they didn't have anything in common and she found it dreary to listen to her all the time and she was personally sure that if she had asked Elaine the same questions she wouldn't be able to answer it. Charlie looks around and then takes a seat and picks up her history book, despite what Elaine thought, she really had been going over scholarships. Something that Elaine had no interest in doing, her dad wasn't paying for her tuition or Quinn's like he had with Frannie, which meant she'd need to find another way to pay for the university fees. The essay wasn't going to write itself.

Charlie Fabray was finally single. It was a relationship that had lasted for most of high school, and it had been the talk of the school for weeks. It was probably due to the fact that it had been a very public break up, with Elaine. They had been a power couple on their own, they had been the longest couple throughout high school. They had broken up a month before prom. It was finally over. She had expected Charlie to make some grand gesture but Elaine was furious that Charlie hadn't begged her to come back yet. The most irritating thing was that Charlie had retreated. She hadn't asked her out. In fact they had barely spoken in the entire month. If anything Charlie was openly avoiding her. But prom was a week away and she wanted to know what Charlie's plans were.

Santana finally spotted Charlie sitting at a desk and reading while eating her bagged lunch. All she needed to do was ask Charlie that was it, that's all she needed to do. "Charlie?" Hazel eyes look up at and Charlie raises a brow at her, and her lips twitch upward and Santana flushes a bit. There wasn't anything amusing about this, and all she needed to do was ask Charlie. "You're taking me to prom."

There wasn't a question in the statement and Charlie paused for a long moment. "I'm taking you to prom? As in I don't have a choice in the matter?" Charlie asks.

"You've never really had a choice, I'm not going to Prom stag, and I also refuse to settle for anything less than the best," Santana says. "It's my prom, and I want to kick Quinn's ass at this. Like hell we're going to have a hobbit as prom queen. The crown is mine."

"So you want me to go as your prop to make you look good?" Charlie asks though there is an amused note in her voice at what Santana had just said. She didn't even want to go to prom, it seemed like a pain in the ass. But if Santana was asking her, she bites her lip and stands up.

Santana rolls her eyes, "Of course not, I'm telling you we're going as friends Charlie. I mean Quinn says that you don't even want to go, but that's probably because you're going alone. It's prom, it's supposed to be one of those nights you remember forever. So you're going, because staying at home and playing video games is silly."

Charlie was quiet for a moment, "No—I don't want to go as your friend." Santana frowned at this and Charlie quickly held up her hands. "I—like you Santana, I'm in love with you. I can't do the just friends thing anymore. So I can't go to the prom with you just as your friend—but maybe as something more?" Charlie asked exhaling. She wasn't good at being other people's girlfriends especially when she was clearly in love with Santana. Elaine might have had a point and she was going to give this whole thing—one more proper try. She'd been avoiding Santana because she didn't want her to seem like the rebound she deserved better than that. Better from her.

Santana hesitated for a moment, dating Charlie would change everything. And if they broke up—that would change things. It would change everything. It was what she wanted, but things wouldn't be as easy. Her Abuela was not going to be thrilled with this turn of events, but she wanted it. Charlie shoots her a nervous look and Santana smirks and pats Charlie's hand. She'd deal with the consequences later. "Fine, but you have a week to make sure that your outfit matches my dress, and I expect a corsage."

Charlie paused for a moment and then flashed Santana a huge grin as it suddenly registered as she leaned in and pressed her lips against Santana's wrapping her arms around her. Four years. It had been four bloody years and this finally felt right, she wouldn't make the same mistakes and she'd never let Santana go.

Santana kissed back relaxing for a moment, before she was filled with that sense of dread, if this didn't work then they would be done. She pulls back and places a hand on Charlie's chest. "Are you sure?" She knew what she was and sure Charlie had been her friend for the past four years but that didn't mean they couldn't break up. Then she'd lose her—

"Santana. I have never been surer of anything in my life." Charlie says with conviction, it seems to work as Santana calms down for a second. The worried look replaced by that devilish smirk, and before Charlie can rethink her position and quite possibly run away Santana has pulled her into a kiss. Four years and she knows—that she's going to marry Santana someday.


AN: Next chapter: Stuff happens. I haven't yet decided whether or not Brittany should be involved and to what degree, but I'll figure it out by next chapter.