"Hmm does this piece go—here or there," Charlie said looking at the instruction manual.

"Seriously, you're not going to fight it?" Quinn said smacking the paper down and looking at her twin who frowned.

"Quinn, I promised Bela that her train set would be done by the time she gets home and look at it? I knew I should have hired someone to do it for me but apparently according to Santana and mom, I need something to do these days before I get myself into more trouble. So unless you're here to help me put this together, please go away or at the very least shut up."

Quinn grabbed the instruction manual crumpling it up and tossing it behind her causing Charlie to finally pay attention and glare at her. "You were a titan of industry, the CEO of one of the biggest companies on the planet—you can't just let them oust you because of Santana."

"They didn't oust me because of Santana, they started an investigation because of Santana, I'm not sure if it was the pictures of me doing blow off a naked woman or one of the many sex-tapes that did me in. There was a pattern of behavior that was completely unbecoming of the CEO and they used the morality clause in my contract. Honestly if all they had was Santana I would have fought it but I mean that stuff has been public for years, and I still own a controlling interest in the company. So it's not like my wealth has greatly diminished either. The stock has bounced back, I'm on several boards. Fighting it just makes everything more public and neither Santana or I want that." Charlie got up to fetch the instruction manual. "I don't want my daughter to see me doing blow off a naked woman who isn't her mother. Whatever would she think of me," Charlie smirked.

"She'll think that I'm the only respectable Fabray."

"Which would be a lie, or are you forgetting about our numerous threesomes?" Charlie flashed Quinn a smile. "Don't forget that I blew up my life to protect your political one, cause that's what family does. Or something, no one knows about Rachel. Your career is safe and you've publicly scolded me and told me to be more respectable. Could have done without the whole dad is rolling in his grave bit, because we both know he was just as bad as I am."

"Maybe, but he was considerably more discreet about it." Quinn frowned, "This is my last run as governor Charlie, there is no way I can have a presidential run now. It's been buried now, but if it comes out later? I'm going to marry Rachel, I want to have a family with her."

"Again Quinn, if you're not here to help then please go away. This stupid thing is driving me crazy." Charlie muttered under her breath, she wondered how mad Santana would be if she hired someone. She wasn't sure why Santana needed to know except that they were trying this terrible thing of being completely honest with one another, and Isabela. But it was a simple train set, and she wanted Isabela to think she was handy. "Screw it, I'm calling someone over to fix it."

~O~

Santana raised a brow at the impressive looking train set that was running on their coffee table and looked at Charlie who wasn't meeting her eyes, and she knew Charlie had caved and hired someone to do it for her. "Charlie."

"I said I'd get it done, and I spent a good two hours attempting to get it done but I promised Isabela it would be done by today. I told you I would try and get it done by myself and I did try, I failed." Charlie huffed.

Santana rolled her eyes, she didn't truly think that Charlie had tried all that hard. "How was your meeting with Quinn?"

"She told me to fight the ousting, and she blames you of course."

"Naturally," Santana said wincing, Quinn wasn't exactly wrong, though it didn't help that Charlie hadn't taken it seriously and now she was unemployed and bored. And Charlie bored meant she would end up doing something stupid, like hang out with Sebastian who had also been kicked out of the company. "Did you look for any new jobs or—"

Charlie frowned, "I'm rather toxic at this moment Santana, it's best if I lie low for a little while. At least that's what the PR firm said. I need to reflect on my actions and or maybe go to church, for some redemption or holy water, whichever one works. I apparently need Jesus."

Santana snorted at this, "Please we both know the moment you step foot in a church you'd burst into flames."

"I'm not a vampire Santana," Charlie sniffs indignantly.

"Right tell that to my makeup artist who has to spend extra time making sure my hickeys aren't visible, hat are you 16?" Santana immediately pushes Charlie's head away when she tries to go in for a kiss. She sighs and looks at the train set that had little Thomas the Engine trains on it and then back at Charlie for a moment. "Well at least it wasn't dinosaurs again?"

"Or princess's, or superheroes, or well anything that requires her to dress up in anything more than a hat," Charlie said. She makes a face and sighs, "You know what we should do after your movie wraps up? Go on a trip as a family."

"Really you want to go on vacation?"

"Yes somewhere warm, and safe, maybe a private beach somewhere. I can work on not getting burned by the sun, and we can build sandcastles, and go snorkelling and maybe get married, all while eating extremely delicious food. We could turn the whole thing into a I'm going soul-searching and reconnecting with my family."

Santana was about to nod at the idea, before pausing and turning to look at Charlie who had that amused look written on her face. "Really? Going to sneak that in there?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about Santana.I'm just saying I have a few private islands—"

"Asking if you want to get married—"

"Really?" Charlie said in fake shock. "Yes. Santana. I mean you could have gotten me a ring but—" Charlie rubbed her arm where Santana had playfully hit her. "So?"

"No."

"No?" Charlie puffed out her cheeks.

"Yeah, no you don't get to ask me by sneaking it into conversation and then tricking me into marrying you. Ask like a normal person, with a ring and everything," Santana said crossing her arms.

"You told everyone that you liked what we had, and I'm honestly fine if you don't want to get married and want to continue this but—"

"Ask me like a normal person, with a ring and everything," Santana repeats poking Charlie in the side.

Charlie sighed, "I still think that you need to be the one doing the asking, it's only fair," she mutters under her breath. "Hey Bela, can you go get the present we got for mommy?"

Isabela turned to look at her for a moment and then back at her trains, "No. Playing."

"You entrusted our daughter with a ring?"

"She has a short attention span, the ring is probably lost somewhere in her toybox," Charlie said with an easy going shrug. "Fine we'll just have to find a different flower girl, and you'll have to eat your veggies tonight while I eat some pizza—" Isabela was up and running to her room causing Charlie to wiggle her eyebrows at Santana.

Santana rolled her eyes, "Seriously?"

"What? Bribery is an excellent parenting tool we need to use more of it." Charlie insists as Bela comes back with a black ring box, and drops it on Charlie's lap before heading back to her trains. Charlie drops to her knees, and pops open the box, "I bought this ring ages ago for you but then you said you didn't want to get married. But I'm taking the chance right now—"

"You talk way too much. Yes." Santana said with a roll of her eyes. It wasn't the most romantic but it was definitely something.