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Charlie knocked on the door to Santana's place. Santana's parents weren't home and they would be getting home much later which meant that they were going to have plenty of time to continue what they had started at her house. She wanted Santana to touch her, craved it and what's worse is that she was sure that Santana had turned up the teasing on purpose. So maybe today there wouldn't be much talking, and she was perfectly okay with that. A huge smile appears on her face when Santana opens the door. "Hey."
Santana winced, she hadn't had time to text Charlie about the plan change. Mostly because up until five minutes ago she thought she was going to be alone for the rest of the day. She blamed her mother, because it was like her mother knew exactly what her plan was for the day. "Hey Charlie—look I need you to—" She's cut off with Charlie leaning and capturing her lips and even though she enjoys it she immediately places her hands on Charlie's chest and pushes her back.
Charlie blinks and lets out a frustrated groan. "Santana, I like you, I do and I really don't want to pressure you into anything but, what I need for you to do is fu—"
Santana immediately pitches forward slapping her hand against Charlie's mouth to stop her from speaking. "My abuela is in the kitchen," she hisses at Charlie whose eyes widen in shock. "I was going to text you that you shouldn't really bother coming but I needed to help her with lunch." Santana explains. She sees Charlie light up at the word and she groans. "Charlie, my abuela doesn't really like people—"
"Santana? Who was at the door?" Alma Lopez asks moving from the kitchen to check on what was taking Santana so long. "Hello?" She says looking at Charlie confusion crossing her face.
Santana winces and pulls away from Charlie who takes a step backwards. "This is my friend Charlie," she shoots Charlie an apologetic look. "Charlie, this is my abuela." Santana says. She was grateful that her mother hadn't mentioned it to her grandmother that she was seeing anyone.
Charlie slaps on a polite smile, "Hello ma'am," Charlie says holding her hand out to introduce herself. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Charlie was just about to go," Santana said after Charlie shook her grandmother's hand.
Alma looked at Charlie for a moment, Santana making a friend was a good thing. She had only met that one girl who had talked far too much. "Would you like to stay for lunch? Look at you all skin and bones."
Charlie flicks her eyes to Santana for a moment, who looks uncomfortable with the idea of her staying. But the house smells really good and she sighs inwardly. The things she did for Santana. "I'd love to stay but I promised my mother that I would help her with the garden today," Charlie says with a smile. "I just came to ask Santana for a bit of help with my Spanish homework," Charlie explains simply.
Santana blinked, for a moment there she was sure she had lost Charlie to the allure of food. It was Charlie after all. "It's how we met she was one of my first students, she helped me build my business," Santana explains quickly to her grandmother who nods. "It shouldn't take that long."
Alma studies Santana for a moment and nods watching her latch onto Charlie and drag her upstairs, if she didn't know better, she'd assume that Santana liked the girl. But that wasn't how it was supposed to be. Even with Santana's condition, she was supposed to marry a man. She had heard that they could correct her body and she was still arguing with her son about the procedure. But soon Santana would be eighteen and she could simply convince her to have the procedure done without parental consent.
Charlie's stomach rumbled as she got pulled into Santana's room and stumbled inside. "Are you going to tell me what's going on and why I can't stay and have lunch?" She wasn't getting sex, she wasn't getting food. She wasn't sure which disappointed her more.
Santana closes the door and looks at Charlie not knowing where to begin. Charlie probably could stay and have lunch, but she didn't want to risk it. Her grandmother was still as sharp and observant as ever and she didn't want the drama. "She doesn't know that I like girls—and I know you're thinking. How getting fed means that we're dating—but she's my abuela and I swear she has a Mexican third eye. So it's best if you just avoid while I figure out a way to come out to her. She's old fashioned she wants me to be with a man—yes even with what's between my legs." She sighs and reaches for Charlie's arm. "I'm sorry for saying that you were just my friend—it's just she's my grandmother Charlie."
Charlie nods understanding, "I'm not upset about that, I understand if you're not comfortable coming out to your grandmother," Santana shoots her relieved smile at this and Charlie shifts. "It's just—"
"I'm not ashamed of you," Santana begins hoping that she stops this before it gets out of hand.
"It smells really good and I'm really hungry Santana. And she thinks I'm all skin and bones which means she's going to make sure I eat until I can't eat anymore." Charlie whined, her stomach growling at the thought. She rubs her stomach and gives Santana a look.
Santana stares at Charlie like she's an alien for a moment before snorting and then laughing hard. Charlie huffs at this. Santana finally stops laughing after a long moment and wraps her arms around Charlie kissing her. "My abuela always makes enough for like a weeks-worth of leftovers, so how about I swing by later and bring you some after she leaves?" Charlie grins at this and Santana kisses her again. It is incredibly easy to make Charlie happy.
"You don't have to come all the way to my place, I'll just swing by later when you tell me to," Charlie says and pulls away before Santana can kiss her again. She's met with an odd look from Santana. "I told you, it's a gateway drug," Charlie sniffs and she's met with a smirk from Santana. She instead chooses to look around Santana's room trying to get her mind off it. Being in close proximity with Santana without the reprieve was driving her crazy. "Anyway I should probably head home and help my mom with her gardening. She was complaining about how Quinn and I don't do anything with her anymore," Charlie says with a roll of her eyes. She's about to leave when she notices a flyer sticking out of Santana's bag and pauses before reaching for it. "You're going to homecoming?" Charlie asks holding it up watching as Santana stiffened.
"I have to go." Santana said she had been planning to ask Charlie, but then Figgins had decided to be cheap again. "Figgins wants to save money so he's paying the glee club to perform." Charlie gave her an amused look and Santana rolled her eyes. "What you don't go to Dalton dances?"
"The only people who go to Dalton dances are the people who aren't invited to Puck's blowouts," Charlie said. Quinn would have her head and it would practically be the death knoll to her popularity. She watches a look cross Santana's face, it looks like disappointment. "So where do I buy my ticket?"
"You just said—" Santana begins.
"Yes. Dalton dances," Charlie said with a smile. Quinn was going to have her head but she would just wait till the last minute to mention it. "No one said anything about McKinley dances," Charlie said with a shrug. She'd deal with the fallout later. "So about my ticket?" Charlie asks pulling out her wallet.
Quinn smiled as Sam came back with two ice cream cones, though the smile didn't reach her eyes. She felt guilty as hell, and she didn't even know where to begin. "Sam, we need to talk," she said after a moment taking her own ice cream cone. Ice cream made everything better. Well she hoped it did she didn't exactly have plenty of experience with these sort of things.
Sam paused from where he was about to devour his ice cream and looked at Quinn, because it didn't sound good. "You're breaking up with me?"
"I—" Quinn sighed she needed to make a decision. "It's not someone at Dalton. Look I know that we promised that we'd graduate on top. But I met someone and I—really like them. I'm not ready to burn every bridge and then salt the earth like Charlie has attempted to do multiple times."
Sam sighed, "We both knew that after we graduated we were going our separate ways. So—can't we do that? Unless he isn't cool with that."
"It's—she's a girl Sam," Quinn says and bites her lip. Waiting for the outrage but Sam pats her hand. She wanted something anything from him but she wasn't getting anything. "I don't know if she'll go for it. But I need her to. This affects you as well, and we have worked way too hard too not end our reign on the perfect note."
Sam pauses wanting to ask the obvious question but deciding against it. "Look, we don't have to end things. I could be your boyfriend at school and you do your thing outside of school. Everyone wins. We still graduate on top, and you get to be happy. I mean it's not perfect but it shows that you're willing to compromise. I mean Charlie was discrete until she showed up at McKinley. And no one is talking about her now. So it doesn't matter if you have a 'friend' outside of school. No one is going to look twice at it. You're popular."
Quinn is quiet taking it in before nodding, she would just need to convince Rachel that this needed to happen. She flicks her eyes to Sam for a moment, he was taking this extremely well. She studied him for a moment. "So—are you going to tell Puck about your crush on him?" Quinn asks, and Sam turns a bright red. And there it was.
AN: Stuff happens probably smut. I think that this story will be coming to a close soon, I'm looking for a direction and I don't have one and I don't feel like drumming up some unnecessary drama. Perhaps my next Chartana piece will be a bit different.