An: I love reading your reviews, I love how after a torture scene, I get a review that says the twins aren't that bad. Yet at the same time someone is like Go Norah for slapping attempting to slap some sense into Rachel. I love it. I love everyone that wrote me a review, seriously they brighten my day. I'm not exactly pleased with how this chapter turned out. But the story needs to move forward, I've spent twenty-five chapters and the twins are still in New York. This was never my intention, we still haven't gotten to Beth or Russell or even a Quinn centered chapter flashback. Damn pacing.

"I don't care if you want the master bedroom, I'm the oldest. It should obviously go to me," Charlie snapped at her twin.

Quinn scowled at Charlie, this was a stupid pointless fight; she wondered what had possessed her to ask Charlie to purchase a house with her. Something about how they needed to set down roots. "You just want the bathrooms all to yourself."

"Yes it comes with his and hers bathrooms, that way Norah can't get mad at me if I accidentally forget to leave the seat down," Charlie grumped. "It's important. She had like one major pet peeve, I already said I'd shell out one million dollars more for the stupid master bedroom. You don't even need all that space Quinn. Just give me the stupid bedroom."

"It was my idea, to buy a place so that we can convince Rachel and Norah to move in with us so they'd be safer. I don't even want to share a space with you, that's why we have two separate suites. Besides Charlie you don't even need that much space."

Charlie scoffed, "Yes I do! It's for my new video game collection—and other things, and whatever else Norah wants to put in there. I should get it. What do you need all that space for, it comes with a library."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "The closet space, you and Norah don't need that much closet space. I should have just told Carole to make the purchase, paid her and handed you the key, then I could have done what I wanted with it."

Carole Hudson-Hummel sighed as she stared at the bickering twins, it had been like this for the past two hours. "You know—you could always renovate it after you finish purchasing it. Enlarge the bathroom, the closet space. There are ten thousand square feet to play with, you can knock out one of the seven bedrooms just for a bit of space. There is also the top two floors of 15 park row, it's considerably cheaper—but—"

Quinn looked at Carole prompting her to continue. "But?"

"You're going to need to fix it up. You two can put your heads and design exactly what you want. It's twenty million but, the way you two bicker to get what you want—it would take years before you two even decided on the paint color," Carole ignored the scandalized look the twins were shooting her and opened her purse and pulled out a penny. Charlie you're heads, Quinn you're tails. You'll flip for it. Person who wins gets the master bedroom, the person who loses gets the second biggest bedroom and you'll have to renovate it to your specifications. Is that fair?" She didn't let the twins answer her as she flipped the coin in the air and caught it slapping it against her other hand.

"Why does Charlie get to be heads? We all know—" Quinn began, she didn't want to lose out on the master bedroom based on some silly game of chance.

"Tails," Carole called out interrupting Quinn before she could start of another round of bickering. She was getting a migraine.

Quinn shot her twin a triumphant look as Charlie rolled her eyes. "We're both going to need to renovate, the rooms need to be sound-proofed—"

"Gross," Charlie interrupted in an annoyed fashion irritated that she hadn't won the master bedroom. "Why are we even moving in together? Living with you is probably going to be a nightmare."

Quinn sighed, they'd been over this, though she probably shouldn't have talked to Charlie while she was currently playing on that damned contraption of hers. It was practical for them to move into together, it would save them from having to split their team. It would be big enough that if they timed it right they'd never actually see each other, and there were plenty of rooms for their bodyguards to spend the night. "Rachel needs to practice her singing daily."

Charlie gave her twin a dull look, "Is that a euphemism for sex? You two are going to just be doing it all the time now that you two—"

Quinn tilted her head and smirked at Charlie, "Are you jealous because once again I've managed to have sex before you?"

Charlie raised a brow and sniffed dramatically. "I'm simply taking it slow with her. I'm not a sex fiend like you are. It's only been—"

"Please don't insult my intelligence by attempting to lie about your reason for not having sex with Norah, I really don't care," Quinn interrupted. "Not a sex fiend my ass, you had sex with Santana and Brittany for two years. If anyone should be confident in bed it should be you."

Charlie didn't say anything to that and looked over at Carole who was watching the events unfold with mild amusement on her face. "I'll call Tina, tell her to give you a call and get the details and put the amount of money you need in the correct account. You do realize that even if we buy some obscene penthouse together—they might not want to move in with us. Quite frankly I'd rather just do what we're doing now. Two different apartments right across the hall from each other—I can come bother you when I'm bored."

Quinn rolled her eyes that meant Charlie would be over all the time. "Do you know how difficult finding a place like that—that meets all our standards?"

Carole hummed, "There is a place like that, and it's ready for you to both move into. You won't have to argue over who gets the master bedroom. But you will have to decide who gets the bigger apartment. It's a small difference, but it still has the same amount of bedrooms, just a different amount of bathrooms. I did bring some pictures in case you wanted have a look." She had been going to suggest that originally but Quinn had been incredibly sure.

Quinn took a look at the pictures and having space from Charlie was a good thing they generally devolved into mindless bickering when they were stuck in the same place for two hours. "I'll take the bigger one," she said after a moment.

"Why do you get the bigger one?" Charlie asked immediately.

Quinn smirked, "Who knows why I got the bigger one," she pats her twin's leg as Charlie sputters at the jab. "Besides you're incredibly cheap and the smaller one is about ten million dollars less, so really I'm doing you a favor. Can you get us the paperwork by tomorrow? I'd like to have it signed before we leave."

Charlie rolled her eyes, "Why are we doing this again? The only thing they agreed to is that they have their own personal driver. That's it and that was after a lot of arguing. They aren't going to drop everything and just move in with us. It's only been two weeks."

"I'm not buying this place for Rachel, just like you're not buying this place for Norah. In fact you're simply going along with it because I'm doing it. We both plan to be in the states for longer periods of time, it makes sense to have a place to call our own. We can't keep spending money on hotels. So when they are ready to take that step, we already have a place ready for them. I have no intention of telling her about it just yet, and you shouldn't tell Norah," Quinn informed her twin.

Quinn knocked on the metal door as she and Charlie stood outside the cousin's Bushwick apartment, they were early, they needed to be to have this conversation with both Norah and Rachel. Charlie held the relatively thick file in her hands. Jake Puckerman's file was nowhere near as thick as Norah's, he certainly had never been to jail but it hadn't stopped him from getting into trouble. Neither twin knew how Rachel and Norah would take the news that they had more family.

The door slid open and Rachel smiled and then paused, "You're both an hour early, you'd be here to pick us up at six."

Charlie smiled at her, "Quinn missed you terribly, and I couldn't take her whining about it anymore. So here we are." She winced when Quinn elbowed her bad arm.

Rachel glanced over at Quinn who gave Charlie a dirty look, but a soft smile appeared on her face when she looked at Rachel, "Actually we discovered something—accidentally. We should preface this by saying that we didn't mean to find this information and we weren't actively looking into your past."

Rachel frowned her heart rate picking up but the twins didn't look upset or cold or angry, Charlie looked rather sheepish and Quinn looked slightly apologetic. But it could all just be an act, and letting them into their apartment was just the beginning to the end. "Accidentally? What is it?" She asked moving aside so that the twins could enter their apartment for the first time. It really wasn't much to look at, but neither twin seemed to mind as they entered the room. "Is it something bad?"

"Depends," Charlie muttered, "I'm not sure how I'd feel about the news," she admits, the idea of her father spawning more children, didn't appeal to her.

Quinn nodded in agreement before pressing a kiss against Rachel's lips. They'd argued about it for a solid hour, how to break the news to Rachel and Norah. It hadn't devolved into violence against the other. But they had both agreed that bringing Jake to Karaoke place that they had rented out for the night and springing him on the cousins was a bad idea.

"What news?" Norah asked as she pulled back her curtain and exited her makeshift room, Charlie lit up immediately and closed the gap between them, leaning in and pressing her lips against hers in a gentle kiss. "Hey," she said with a smile on her face. It quickly disappeared into a more inquisitive expression. "What news?"

Charlie glanced at Quinn, "You two may want to sit down for this—and I want to repeat what Quinn said." Charlie began gently leading Norah to the couch, watching as she took a seat beside Rachel. "We weren't looking for this information. I did stop looking into your past when you asked me to. We both did. This really was an accidental find, and we figured you should know."

Rachel sighed and people thought she was dramatic, "What exactly did you two find?"

Quinn pulled the file from Charlie and opened the file, "Jake Puckerman. Norah you have a half-brother, and Rachel you have another cousin." The picture that was clipped to the top of the documents was one of a smiling Jake Puckerman. It was a sharp contrast to the frozen looks of disbelief on both Norah and Rachel's faces. "We were looking for people who would be a good fit for our bodyguards and we stumbled upon him accidentally. Charlie did, we hired him—"

Rachel interrupted, "You hired our family to get shot at—how did this even happen? How did we not know about him?" Rachel asked looking at Norah. The appearance of Jake complicated things dramatically.

"Because my dad is a fucking asshole," Norah said angrily shoving the papers away. She didn't want to read about how she had some new half-brother. She probably had hundreds, the way her dad was.

"We aren't taking him with us, we always have people stay behind in the states and attend to our business—he's going to be perfectly safe. We didn't want to just spring him on you in front of everyone, so here we are with a file on his life. Everything you could possibly want to know about him is in this file," Quinn said as Rachel took it. "He wants to meet you both. He's known about you for a long time he just could never find you."

"He's half black," Rachel murmured touching his photo gently and looking at Norah a smile on her face. Family, they had more family, who was now in league with the two most dangerous women on the planet. At least from the sounds of it they weren't going to put him any danger. "How did my dad not know?"

Quinn placed a comforting hand on Rachel's leg, "Truthfully, I don't think Norah's father knew about him. From what Jake tells us your uncle was just a one night stand. There isn't any indication that he did, he really does want to meet you both. He went to the same high school as you did. He wanted to get to know his family."

"I want to meet him—" Rachel began looking up, all she had was Norah, she didn't even know where her Uncle was he hadn't even come to the funeral for her parents. It really was just her and Norah—now there was more.

"How old is he?" Norah asked, the anger building, though she wasn't sure who it was directed at. Possibly her father.

Quinn frowned at this, "He's three years younger than you—" It seemed all that Norah wanted and could have heard, getting up and storming out of the apartment leaving the three women in a state of shock.

It took Charlie a moment but she quickly followed her passing Sam and Mike, "Gun," Charlie said pausing for a moment to arm herself as Mike removed his holster and handed it to her. "Stay here."

"Charlie." Sam started. "You know protocol. We can't—"

"You will stay here. If I'm not back in half an hour then come find me. My phone is on just have Zizes ping me. I'll be fine," she said dismissively looking down the hallway. "Which way did she—?" Mike pointed to the stairs and Charlie nodded heading to the staircase and running down it.

Mike waited for a moment counting to twenty before he nodded at Sam, "I'll keep her safe," he said as he began to move giving Charlie her space. Sam pulled off his holster and handed it to Mike.

"I've got an ankle one on, this place is a terrible place to live—you never know," Sam said with a shake of his head as Mike grabbed it and headed down the stairs.

Charlie quickly caught up with Norah as she slid the holster on, "I'm sorry—I thought you would want to know. I didn't mean for it to cause you pain."

Norah let out an irritated noise, "Of course you didn't my dad cheats on my mom—abandons us. He abandoned my mom and my sister and me. I find out that I have a brother," she looks at Charlie who hasn't said anything and is just looking at her with an unreadable expression on her face. It frustrates her endlessly because she doesn't need Charlie's judgment. "Why am I even bothering it's not like you understand with your perfect little family and shit. Look I just need some space—I'll be fine in a bit, just need to go get some smokes."

Charlie didn't pull away, "My family isn't perfect."

"Bullshit, I've read the magazine articles on you, according to Rachel, Quinn's up for a Nobel Peace Prize. You're like two saints or some shit, and your father—"

"Can't tell us apart," Charlie says with a shrug. "And he has two mistresses last time I counted. The only time he was around when we were children was to discipline us if we weren't living up to his ideals. We never did. I'm still trying to get into his good graces after I ruined a major account a few years back. Didn't matter that I doubled the order a few days later and created two new huge contracts. I was disciplined, Quinn got the more profitable accounts, and I lost my position. He still hasn't forgiven me. Let's not get into where my mother is. I mean she barely pulls it together for interviews. He's not pleased with the charity work that we do, but he lets it slide because it brings good publicity to the company. It makes him look good, so he lets it slide. So I'm not here because I feel sorry for you. I understand parts of it, I'm sure my father has spawned a few children that I'm not aware of. At least if my mother's drunken ramblings are to be believed," Charlie waves her hand dismissively.

Norah is quiet for a moment, "Then why do you—? Why do you stay? My mother disowned me the moment I got arrested said I was just like him. And just kicked me out said she wasn't going to let me infect my sister and here I am just a bartender. I mean Rachel she's going places, Quinn wouldn't be with her if she wasn't. But you and me—I'm just fun for now, I'm not the 'bring home to meet the family' type of person." It comes out bitter, and she's not playing her role anymore.

Charlie blinks and tilts her head to the side, "That's what us going to the Karaoke bar is tonight—you're meeting my family. I'm not introducing you to my parents because truthfully I don't even want to spend time with him. My father is a bastard and my mother is a drunk. I don't want to scare you off. These people that I'm taking you to meet, they are my family. Just like Rachel is yours—and maybe Jake can be too."

Norah is quiet for a moment thinking over what Charlie just said, "I don't even know what to say to him? What's he like?"

"I'm just as clueless as you are on this, I looked at his background check because he is technically supposed to be one of our new bodyguards. You can have a look at it if you want—but as you said it's an invasion of privacy. He really does want to get to know you. Apparently you're a legend at McKinley, something about stolen vending machines ending up on the roof. That's a story you have to tell me about," Charlie says with a smile.

Norah tries not to smile at that memory, but the smile fades because Charlie never answered her original question. "Charlie—"

"Hmm?" Charlie asks as they enter the convenience store.

Norah sighs because it's confusing, because there are moments when she can't read Charlie at all, she can't tell what she's thinking. "I don't—what if he thinks I'm just like my dad as well?"

Charlie smiles at her, "You didn't walk away, and it certainly would have been easier and safer for you to walk away from me. Probably a lot smarter to walk away from me when you had the option, now you don't and you're stuck with me. Your father for whatever reason chose to walk away when it got tough, you aren't anything like him because you stayed. You haven't abandoned the people that are closer to you, they've abandoned you. I'm not going to be one of those people because like I said, you're stuck with me. I mean I worry sometimes that I'm like my father. But I'm not. I'm not going to cheat on you, I'm not going to tell you how to run your life—except when it comes to security. We will have arguments over it I'm sure, I'm not—I'm not going to abandon you. Or throw you away Norah, I mean we're friends at least—I mean you are my girlfriend but we're friends right?"

Norah pauses and turns to Charlie searching her eyes before smiling, "Yeah—who else would I whoop at Mortal Kombat?"

"You cheated and you know it—distracting me with your—feminine trickeries," Charlie sputtered flushing as Norah laughed. "I don't have that many friends, I mean sure Santana and Brittany are my friends—and I love them and so are people like Dave and Blaine, but they all work for me. I don't normally tell people about my family, or my mom or my father. But I trust you—I mean you haven't—you don't judge me. And you don't—care about well—it."

"So long as you put the seat down," Norah says as she buys her cigarettes and a lighter and they head out of the convenience store.

"So long as I put the seat down," Charlie echoes a smile on her face.

Norah nods, and they walk in quiet, and it's then that Norah realizes that it's the first time she's been with Charlie without any real protection, they are completely alone as they walk down the streets, "Where are your shadows?"

Charlie hummed, "I told them to stay put. But Mike's around somewhere, for an Asian he's not a very good ninja," she says that part a little louder. "He heard that," she says after a moment. "I'm going to get a lecture about how he's not Japanese and how he isn't a ninja."

Norah snorts at this and looks around she can't spot him, "Thank you—I know Rachel will probably bake you some thank you cookies. Or something but thank you for finding my brother—and taking care of him. But I just—I mean I just found out about him so—"

"We aren't going to put him in any dangerous situations, I mean we gave him a job, but it's basically just assistant work," Charlie said, "I mean we knew that you two—that it was only you two so we thought it'd be a nice surprise. I am sorry I brought up some bad memories of your dad."

"You didn't do anything wrong, it's nice I guess. I mean it's a surprise—next time you want to surprise me or something just—I don't know buy me flowers or some shit like that."

"I'll keep that in mind," Charlie says with a smile as the two walk back to the apartment. It's a quiet walk and Norah doesn't actually open her pack of cigarettes, having relaxed a bit. Charlie looks at the woman for a moment before taking her hand, pleased when Norah gives it a gentle squeeze.

"I was kidding about the flowers though," Norah says after a moment, when they finally arrive at their apartment building. Charlie grins because she had already figured that out. "So—you know now would be the perfect time to kiss me," Norah points out bluntly.

Charlie raises a brow, but the huge grin is still on her face as she leans in and kisses Norah firmly wrapping her arms around her waist. She's about to pull away after a moment she can feel her body starting to react but Norah doesn't let her pull away and she lets out a low groan into the kiss, she'd avoided kissing Norah for too long keeping their kisses simple and quick. Norah always seemed to be holding back—there were walls and she didn't know how to breach them and she was perfectly okay with waiting till Norah trusted her completely.

Norah smiled into the kiss, it was working she had the arms dealer exactly where she wanted her. It didn't matter if Charlie had made her feel better. It didn't matter that Charlie wasn't ashamed of her, or was taking her to meet the family—like it was the most normal thing in the world. Or that Charlie had for once left her bodyguards to make sure that she was okay. Norah Puckerman had a job to do and she wasn't going to fall for her target. Even if Charlie Fabray was rapidly taking down the walls around her heart one brick at a time. She deepened the kiss and pressed her body against Charlie's.

"Really? You two are going to do it in a hallway?" Quinn's voice cut through the air, causing the two of them to break away from each other. "You can't even make it to a bedroom?" Charlie sniffs and rolls her eyes at her twin. "You might want to take care of that little problem before we have to leave."

Rachel gently smacks Quinn's arms, "It isn't small. I mean yours wasn't small—" she flushes. "You're well-endowed and since you're identical—"

Quinn smirks at her twin and opens her mouth to say something. "Don't you dare," Charlie snaps at her.

Quinn doesn't say anything as she takes Rachel's arm gently, "We're going to be late—and if we don't get there before Santana orders some Tequila she'll start doing body shots off Brittany, who will start stripping. And Kurt and Mercedes will start trying to one up each other on the Karaoke machine. Then we'll never get to do a duet like you wanted."

"Mercedes, Tina, I'd like you to meet Rachel," Quinn said as she kept an arm around Rachel's waist. "Tina is our accountant, and Mercedes is who Jake will basically be working for, she basically runs our business holdings and our charities. Keeps us in the loop when we're gone. We wouldn't be able to survive without her," Quinn said. "She's dating Sam—and Tina is with Mike."

Mercedes rolled her eyes but smiled at Rachel, "It's finally a pleasure to meet you, Sam's told me a bit about you. Said that you were quite the singer—Broadway?"

Rachel nods, "Quinn mentioned something about Aretha—?"

"You should hear her belt out Respect. We keep telling her to sign with Cassandra but—" Quinn begins.

"Cassandra July is terrifying, and besides you know that I don't have the look to be the next Beyoncé or Rihanna. Besides I like my job, I've actually met Beyoncé before," she tells Rachel.

It seems to start a musical conversation between the two of them, and Quinn pulls away from Rachel for a moment scanning the bar for her twin who is currently introducing Norah to Santana and Brittany properly, she catches Charlie's eye and nods at her, watching as her twin kisses Norah's cheek before meeting her. "Should we introduce them now?" Quinn asks her twin. "Will Norah be okay with it?"

Charlie glances over at Norah who seems to have hit it off with Santana, "We should before Santana challenges Norah to a drinking contest—surprisingly I don't know who would win that contest. And the last thing we need is both of them very drunk, the amount of trouble those two would get into—"

Quinn shivers at the thought, "Brittany has already begun to corrupt Rachel, you know most of the guards like them already. Mostly because Rachel hands out sugar cookies whenever she visits, and Norah talks with most of them. She made me buy ice cream for the lot of them. For about half an hour none of our men looked intimidating. Even Azimio looked a giant kid licking an ice cream cone," she complains but there is a smile on her face. "They like her and they like Norah too—anyone that can make you stop driving them up the wall is okay in their books. Mike told me to make sure not to screw it up, even Sam's coming around."

"So it's just Santana then?" Charlie asks as they go to the backroom together.

"That's still suspicious? It's her Mexican third-eye or whatever, says she doesn't trust them. She might like Norah just fine but she doesn't trust them. Says we're going soft—actually her exact words were you're thinking with your dicks," Quinn said with a shrug. "She's not pleased about the Jake situation either."

"It was noted, but we've kept good on our promises to him, one of our charities is taking care of Marley's medical bills, Kitty's parents have just gotten better jobs at the company. We don't have reach in Ohio, but Jake's mom can join Carole's real estate firm with how she's doing business these days she'll make some decent money. He still doesn't trust us though, he's waiting for the other shoe to drop," Charlie says with a shrug.

"We'll have to keep his interactions with Norah and Rachel to a minimum for now, till we know he won't say anything," Quinn said with a shrug. "It's a good thing Sue said she'd train him."

"She needs someone to torture," Charlie said as they opened the door to one of the rooms where Jake had been pacing nervously for the past hour. "We told them about you and they want to meet you."

Jake gave them a nervous grin still unsure about the two women in front of him, "Okay—I'm ready. I mean I don't know what to say—"

"You say you applied through an agency to be our bodyguard we found you. You swore loyalty to us and we don't want to kill you. We've kept every promise to you, your mom can even be a real estate agent when she comes to New York, and as you've said we do pay better than Sugar. So don't blow it," Quinn said bluntly.

Charlie nods, "Think of this as your first test, we will be watching, and listening. We always are."

Jake nods and exhales, "Fides aut mortem," he said and it seems to be the right thing to say because Charlie moves aside so he can leave the room.

Quinn watches as Jake leaves, and waits for a moment, "Do you think Santana has a point. We're getting soft?"

Charlie hums, "It's not the first time we've taken in a stray, that's how we got Sebastian and Jesse remember?"

"Yes but he did work for Sugar Motta. Speaking of which it was a nice touch to ransom Sugar back to her father, we now own a third of his company and we didn't even have to spend a dime. Father will be pleased with the acquisition, especially since Al's no longer majority owner." Quinn said with a smile. "We are going to need to have him watched though."

"Depends, he can be their bodyguard," Charlie said with a shrug.

"What?"

"Think about it they won't let us hire them a bodyguard, but if Jake gets trained—and we can basically just have him spending time with them. It's like the perfect situation, so long as he keeps his mouth shut," Charlie added.

Quinn hums, "We are getting soft you know. I want—to make her happy. I think I could—fall for her. I think I already am Charlie and it's been two weeks. But—we're going to need to tell them about us—what we do. Even though—I don't think she could love me if she knew. I mean how could she? And what about—Beth? How do I explain that I have a child?"

"Same way I explained that our father was a bastard and our mother is a drunk. Find the right time to slip it in. But you can't—you can't tell her about Beth—because Rachel will want to meet her. That's to many questions for right now—we'd have to tell them about what we do. About our father. We can't do that—at least not now."

AN: Alright I've got another story up, and as for next chapter. Smut between Charlie and Norah, I still have no idea how to make it different from Rachel's and Quinn's. Oh well we'll figure that out before I post. Anyway Norah's reactions and probably the beginning of the final arc in New York. Russell Fabray finally makes his appearance. Oh and probably some faberry to, read and review.