"You know," Russell Fabray begun turning to look at his youngest daughter. "Given Quinn's success here as the youngest Governor of New York, I've heard people tossing your name around."

Charlie adjusted her gloves and coat as she watched Quinn being sworn in, she looked positively giddy, even if she was attempting to look serious. "There are videos of me doing lines of coke off a naked stripper. I had an affair with an escort which is why Dani broke up with me. I spend time with Sebastian so you know that there will be plenty of opposition research on me. Most of which I won't even remember. I'm honestly surprised that no one found out about some of the shit that Quinn's done in the bedroom." Charlie responded flatly. "They probably did and she said it was me."

Russell coughed loudly mostly in surprise, he flashes Quinn a smile when she looks at him and gives her a thumbs up. "Jesus Charlie."

"We both know that Jesus isn't saving my soul," Charlie smirks at her father who after a moment snorts at her statement. "Don't worry, I don't have a problem. I've just been busy which is why I've been missing Sunday dinners."

"Your mother has been irritated about that, and since Quinn's new girlfriend is one of those fancy vegetarians—"

"You mean vegan? God you sound like an old man—" Charlie trails off when Quinn shoots the two of them an annoyed look before she goes to the podium to make her speech that no one honestly cared about.

"Yeah, she's the one in the audience," Russell whispered quietly nodding towards the woman who was front and center.

Charlie squinted, "She looks familiar."

"She's on Broadway, probably saw her face on a billboard or taxi," Russell mumbled jumping when Judy shot them both a dark look.

"No, that's not it," Charlie said tilting her head and staring at her.

"Shush." Judy snapped at her husband and Charlie who looked at her. This was Quinn's big moment the least they could do was pretend that they were interested in the pomp and circumstance. But Russell had been there and done that, and Charlie had never liked these events.

"Well whatever it is, Quinn likes her and I imagine it's very serious."

"I think I slept with her," Charlie hummed racking her brain for the information.

"What?" Russell hisses at his daughter keeping a smile on his features. "Recently?"

"No—I wanted to sleep with her and then—" Charlie blinked, she remembered her. That was the woman she had wanted to have a threesome with. It had been the day she'd met Santana. "Never mind, I guess she has one of those faces."

Russell narrowed his eyes at his daughter and shook his head, "I shouldn't have to tell you not to sleep with Quinn's girlfriends."

Charlie hummed, it had been awhile and Quinn had slept with Santana who was now the mother of her children. Sleeping with Quinn's girlfriend would have at least been entertaining. Except she already had one kid and there was no way she was producing anymore offspring.

"Charlie."

"Please. Can you imagine the trashy television if I did? We're identical twins." Charlie smirks. "Don't worry, I've got my own shit to worry about dad. I don't have time for that drama."

"Good." Russell was quiet for a moment. "You should come to church this Sunday."

Charlie chuckled at the idea. "You want me to burst into flames? I'll be there this weekend for family dinner."

"Good, your mother has some women she's certain you'd be interested in. They come from good families."

"She's been watching million-dollar matchmaker again?" Charlie asked.

"Will you two hush," Judy snaps at them moving to step in between them. She couldn't leave them alone for a moment. They were thick as thieves, and she knew that Russell had passed on his terrible habits onto both of his children.

~O~

Feeding Charlie was probably the only way to prevent her from bringing over junk food to snack on and take space in her cupboards. Though she had to admit that it was also weirdly domestic of them. Charlie came as often as she could during the week, spending a few hours with Isabela before helping her get ready for bed. She usually made dinner, and Charlie usually fed Bela dinner. It was just weird and domestic.

But it was the sweetest thing in the world to watch Charlie with Isabela, who seemed to adore Charlie now that she was coming around often. And it was easier, she no longer needed Marley as often now that Isabela was in daycare. And around Isabela Charlie wasn't a gigantic twat-waffle, she was helpful and she was thankful that their sexual relationship had ended. Charlie was good at not being a gigantic gaping dripping asshole.

"We watched your twin getting sworn in today," Santana said glancing at Charlie as she finished making rice and chicken, it seemed to be Isabela's favorite. "Your family seems—lovely."

Charlie glances at Santana for a moment, "My family is my family. They've been all about Quinn for the past few months, it's been easy to avoid them. But I promised my father I'd go to Sunday dinner this week."

Santana nods making a note to herself for later. She continues plating the food for a moment before her curiosity gets the better of her. "Are you ever going to tell them about Isabela?"

"Perhaps, in a couple of years. They'll be horrified and annoyed that I didn't tell them sooner. I imagine next Christmas will be an appropriate time. I can stick a bow on her head and hand her to my parents and be like surprise you have a grandchild. It'll save me from having to think of a Christmas present." Charlie smirked and tickled Isabela's stomach causing her to laugh and wave her hands around.

Santana rolled her eyes, she had known she wasn't going to like the answer but that was a terrible answer. "Seriously?"

"I'm doing this for your sanity. Unless you want my mother breathing down your neck and my father buying her a toy store." Charlie laughed as she lifted Isabela and blew a raspberry on her stomach.

"Mama-mama," Isabela babbled laughing as Charlie lifted her up and made a flying sound.

"Don't get her to excited before dinner," Santana said shaking her head. "She'll throw up on you again."

Charlie grimaced but nodded and pulled Isabela close to her. "Why are you interested in my family? "

Santana shrugged, "Well, it's almost time to think about her birthday party, I was thinking about doing small. You know having a small birthday party for her and a few of the people she plays with. My parents will be there of course, I'm just saying that inviting your parents might not be the worst thing in the world."

"The fact that you want to do something small like that, is why. My parents will have nothing to do with it. They might not have spoiled me and Quinn but a grandchild will turn their brains to mush and they'll make poor financial decisions. The next thing we know our kids sixteenth birthday will be a massive display on that silly show sweet sixteen."

Santana wrinkled her nose, she didn't want that at all. "I'll take your word for it. Are you coming?"

"I wouldn't miss her birthday for anything," Charlie said with a shrug. "Beside it's probably best that your parents know that I'm not a deadbeat."

"Right," Santana said with a roll of her eyes. "Dinner's ready."

"Am I feeding her, or are you?" Charlie asked scooping Isabela up and taking her to the makeshift dining room. Santana needed a bigger place; this place had never been met to hold a family. It was meant to be a bang pad.

"She only likes it when you make the noises and the arm motions," Santana said not feeling jealous at all. Isabela was still in her messy stage situation and Charlie generally ended up covered in food as much as Isabela was.

Charlie rolled her eyes at the statement and looked at Santana carefully, "You need to start looking at apartments, two-bedroom, three bedrooms maybe. Choose what you think will be best for Isabela and yourself and I'll take care of it."

"I do make my own money you know," Santana said in a testy fashion.

"We live in New York, and I'm filthy rich. Why is this an argument? We both know that I make more a week than you currently make in three years," Charlie said. "You have a baby, and soon Bela's going to need her own room and space. Perhaps in my building?"

Charlie's building was a dream, but it was centrally located with amazing views of the city and it would be closer to work as well. "I don't need something obscenely expensive, I need something practical and good for our family. I'll find a budget that I think is reasonable and I'll pay for some of the down payment or something. We've talked about this."

Charlie studied Santana before nodding, "Fine we'll choose a place together. I'll have my real estate agent email you some listings."

"You have a real estateagent—of course you do." Santana scoffed.