"Look Spot, Mr. Charlie's door is open which means that he's not busy. Let's go get him to teach us about the stars." Antonio informed his pet dragon, who didn't look pleased that she was currently being dragged along by the seven-year-old. Antonio pushes the door open with his shoulder, "Mr. Charlie?" he calls out, remember what he was supposed to do, even though Mr. Charlie was not supposed to be doing magic. He frowns when he doesn't immediately spot his favorite person in the world and is about to turn when Spot manages to wriggle free and fly clumsily onto the couch, where there's a small grunt of displeasure.

"What are you doing here?"

Antonio eyes widen and he quickly scrambles inside to apologize. His mom would be annoyed if he interrupted Mr. Charlie doing a spell and he caused a small explosion. "I'm really sorry Mr. Charlie, she just got away from me," he insists and frowns when he sees Charlie laying on his couch. "Are you sick?"

Charlie flicked his eyes to Antonio for a moment, "No, I don't think so. Hopefully not, the last thing I need is my mother forcing one of her homemade remedies into my mouth and making me take it. It's disgusting."

"Oh, when I'm sick my mother makes me take this gross medicine too. It's supposed to taste like grape but it doesn't." Antonio nods.

"Mothers," Charlie grumbles, shifting his feet off his couch so Antonio could climb on. He leans back on his sofa and stares at the ceiling.

"Yeah," Antonio agrees and reaches for Spot who was now digging her claws into Mr. Charlie's sofa and tearing it up. He glances back at Mr. Charlie but he hadn't seemed to notice. "Does your arm hurt?"

Charlie looks at the purple cast not noticing as Antonio lunges for Spot who jumps out of the way and continues to scratch up his sofa. "No, not really. My stomach on the other hand—it feels odd. Well not now, however—it generally happens when I'm near your mother. It gets worse when I touch her. Does it happen to you?"

Antonio frowned and finally grabbed Spot who immediately began to wriggle, "No. That's weird isn't it—when did it start happening?"

Charlie paused for a moment and smiled, it was an excellent question. Antonio was beginning to think like a magician. He pauses for a moment, "Around the time that Noah was in our lives, perhaps it's something he did."

"Oh. Do you think my mom is cursed?"

"No. I did a check on her several times, she's not cursed. At least not that I can see. I'll ask my mother to do another check. Maybe I'm not supposed to be able to see it," Charlie muses and crosses his legs. If he could pinpoint the exact time, it was after he had broken his arm. "It's probably not a curse. He was locked up and Noah can't do magic like that. I mean it seems rather harmless, doesn't it? My stomach feels odd. It's not a very good curse."

"Yeah, it's pretty lame. But what else could it be?" Antonio asks.

"I don't know." Charlie admits. "I'm not sure," he waves his hands over the books that litter his coffee table. "I did some research and nothing. I was going to talk to my mother about it."

Antonio nods, and holds the book up so Charlie can take a look at it. "I was wondering if you would teach me about the stars. I thought the present you gave me was super cool."

Charlie eyed the book carefully and raised his good hand about to do a spell when he stops and frowns slightly, "Not at this moment, my mother's coming and the last thing I need is for her to be annoyed with me and lecture me for using magic. How about after she leaves."

"You're not supposed to be doing magic," Antonio reminded him with a frown.

"I'm not supposed to do a lot of things, but I do them anyway—don't tell your mom I said that she'll be upset with me." Charlie frowned, something about corrupting the dwarf.

Antonio puffed out his cheeks, "I promised her that I'd tell her if you did magic and I can't lie to my mom! She knows."

"Of course, her third eye," Charlie grumbles.

"Yeah, she's been using those glasses that you gave her a lot these days, so I can't lie to her about anything." Antonio huffed and fell back on the seat. He watches as Spot gets free and jumps onto Mr. Charlie's arm and begins screech at him.

Charlie raised his arm and stared at Spot. "No. You're not getting treats, you tore up my couch." He informed the dragon before letting her down on the ground. He watched her spit some smoke at him before walking away from the two of them. "You need to stop spoiling her Antonio, she's getting spoilt."

"I'm sorry about your couch."

"Don't worry about it I'll fix it later."

"With magic?"

"I'll ask my mother since it's her fault I can't do magic." Charlie grumbled he didn't like being watched like he was a child all the time. He was being watched by a dwarf this whole thing was humiliating.

"It's hardly my fault that you can't do magic, you're the one that wasn't careful and got your hand hurt," Judy informed her son as she entered his apartment. She loved her children, but Charlie's whining was just as irritating as it had been before.

Antonio grinned, "Hey Mrs. Fabray. Can I watch you work on Mr. Charlie's arm?"

Judy smiled at Antonio, "Of course you can, and what have I told you Antonio you can call me Judy." At least, he could call her that until her son got his act together and Antonio became her grandson. He was such a polite young man, she was rather impressed with Santana's parenting.

"Cool! Oh, and you have to make sure that he's not cursed! He says his tummy hurts around my mom," Antonio continues.

Judy blinks and turns to look at her son, trying to keep her face neutral. "Pain or just an uncomfortable feeling?" She asks as Charlie extends his arm an annoyed look on his face.

"It's not pain, my stomach feels odd, not quite right. It's difficult to explain, perhaps if I could use magic—"

Judy rolled her eyes, "You can't. Besides you're not sick and you're not cursed. I have an idea of what's going on with you." She grabs her bag and places a jar on the coffee table and adjusts Charlie's arm so it's above it. She turns to Antonio. "Now watch carefully Antonio, I'm going to show you the bones in his arm and hand, so we can see how it's healing."

"Really? How do you do that?" Antonio asked leaning in closer so that he can get a better look.

"Like this," Judy said making a few gestures, "Argitzeko."

Charlie made a face, as his arm began to glow a bright white, and the purple cast seemed to melt off his arm, returning into its original gelatinous form inside the jar. "Really Basque? What are you trying to teach the boy?"

Judy ignored her son, and turned her eyes to Antonio, he was watching with such wonder. "Come a bit closer and have a look, see you can see his bones through the skin."

"Whoa. Mr. Charlie I can see your bones!" Antonio said, reaching to touch it. "Why are there are places that are more bright than the other?"

"That's a good question Antonio. The dark areas is where the damage is, those are the places that I need to reinforce with magic. When he first got injured there were far more dark spaces than light, but as you can see he's healing well enough. After the bones heal then I can work on getting the slight nerve damage fixed, it will take a few sessions, and then finally he can start working on exercises for his hand so that the muscle comes back." Judy explained.

Charlie sighed, "This is all well and good but what's wrong with my stomach."

Judy sighed and began to move her hands, making a few signs and mumbling under her breath for a moment, ignoring how her son hissed in pain. He was such a baby sometimes. "Does this only happen when you're around Santana?"

"Yes."

"You like her."

"Of course, I do she's my assistant." Charlie insists, he thought that much was obvious. "When can I do magic."

Judy sighed, he was healing well, not as well as she would have liked and she was sure he did a few spells here and there. "Simple magic, nothing strenuous, and I'm talking about what normal magician's find strenuous. No complex spells." She narrows her eyes at Charlie who finally nods. "If you can wait for two more weeks Charlie I would."

"I can't," Charlie insists, watching as his mother reapplied the cast.

"Wait—does that mean you like my mom?"

"I already said I did," Charlie reminds Antonio.

"No I mean like you want to kiss her and stuff."

"Of course, not that would be highly inappropriate. I'm her boss," Charlie insists. "I would never."

"Oh. I still think you should marry my mom," Antonio shrugs.

Judy froze, it seemed that Charlie had heard this suggestion before. "Well, you asked me what was wrong and I told you Charlie. You enjoy spending time around Santana, I imagine that this feeling only happens when you're holding her hand. You want to be near her don't you—"

"She's my assistant of course I want to be near her."

"Because you enjoyed spending time around Rachel, Artie and Mike?" Judy retorts simply watching as it suddenly clicked. "While I'd love for Antonio to become my grandson, I don't think that you should just propose to her."

Antonio blinked and turned to Judy, "You want to be my grandma?"

"I already think of you as my grandson, so does my husband," Judy smiles at him warmly. "We'd love for it to become official, but that might take a while, if we're going to depend on my son to do something normal."

"I'm right here," Charlie reminds the two of them.

"Yeah, maybe he should get her flowers!" Antonio suggested. "Girls like flowers, right?"

"Some do," Judy agrees gently patting his head. He was such a sweet boy.

"Still here," Charlie reminded them.

Judy began to put away her things, "I know. If you want my advice—and I know you're going to say you don't, but that feeling isn't just going to go away. Ignoring what you feel won't do anything. God forbid, she decides to date someone else while you feel like this. I don't think I want to see you jealous. I'd tell you to go ask your father for advice, but you want her to like you back."

"I don't—" Charlie begins. "I just want to hold her hand and maybe occasionally give her hugs. Dating sounds boring."

"Dating is when you get to know someone, to make sure you're compatible," Judy informs him. "It's something to think about, but if you do start dating there needs to be clear rules because you do work together."

"Yeah, if you marry my mom does that make you my dad?" Antonio asked.

Charlie turned to Antonio and then looked at his mother, he blamed her for this mess. He didn't know how to respond to that question. "Uh—"

"Well, that depends on your mother Antonio, you'd have to ask her," Judy informs him coming to her son's rescue. They didn't need to scare him away before the dating even happened. Charlie adored Antonio, so she didn't see it as a problem, but it would take time for him to grow into that role. He liked being Antonio's friend.