AN: Thank you for letting me know that I ended up reposting a chapter. Unfortunately for me, I realized that I ended up skipping a chapter. Which is why it got repeated, there was a chapter in front of it. So Chapter, 36, 37, 38 are now in order. I hope. Thank you for everyone letting me know and all the PMs.

Santana frowns when she hears the doorbell ring the next day. Brittany was spending the day with Mike and the kids are with Tina and she's finally catching up on everything she needed to review from Roz. She scratches her head and puts down her paperwork, quickly making her way to the front door with every intention of telling whoever it is to go away so that she can finish everything before the kids get back. She tries not to cringe when she looks through the window to see Sebastian waiting expectantly on the front porch. "Sebastian?"

"I saw the video." Sebastian folds his arms over his chest.

Santana blows out her breath. "Which one?" Santana shakes her head. "My family has been in the media a lot these days. It's like we're attention whores." Santana shook her head. "Though I have to admit CJ's foray in front of the camera is perfect for his first girlfriend and embarrassing the shit out of him when he's older. I suddenly understand why parents enjoyed embarrassing me so much."

"Well I saw that. It was actually rather adorable. But I meant Charlie's shitty video."

"Oh." Santana shrugs. "That's probably the least offensive thing he could have said, it just got blown out of proportion."

"Blown out of proportion? He basically called you a gold digger and he did call you a bitch. How can you be okay with that?" Sebastian looks at her in utter disbelief. He had expected her to be angry, in fact he had avoided her yesterday because he had assumed that she would be enraged. He definitely hadn't expected her to be downright dismissive about it.

"It was the locker room. Jake shouldn't have recorded it, and it was taken out of context."

"I still don't get how you're okay with this. I mean from everything I've seen your husband is a Class One Jackass. He cheats on you, implies you're the gold digger, let's not even begin to talk about how he basically grabbed CJ away that one time. How can you defend him?"

"Because he's the father of my children. What other choice do I have?"

"You could petition for sole custody." Sebastian points out. "You can't tell me that neanderthal is actually a decent role model for those kids. You have other people to think of than just you."

"Except for the fact that my kids will hate me. Especially Max, and even though Bela finds him to be the bane of her existence and an embarrassment, she'll loathe me as well. Then there is the unfortunate fact that this issue is the one thing that will force him to go to war with me. He came to Cleveland not because he wanted to play for the Cav's, he was already on a playoff caliber team. Charlie hates being cold. He never really wanted to come back to Ohio after he left, but he did it because I took the kids to Ohio. Something that if he had chosen to fight me on he probably would have won. He's not like some jackass parent who only wants to use the kids as a tool to hurt me, he actually does love them. And no judge in Cleveland, let alone all of Ohio is going to grant me sole custody of those kids while Charlie's attempting to bring a championship to Cleveland. Do you really think they're going to award me custody for something he said in a locker room while he was being secretly recorded. He is their father, and yes he can be a bit idiotic sometimes but that doesn't change the fact that he is a good dad."

"He had a sex tape that was leaked to the entire world."

"And how exactly does that make him a bad father? Yeah, it makes him a shitty human being and a terrible husband, but that's why I divorced him. Regardless, Charlie is the kid's father and I'm not going to throw some fit over something that probably wouldn't even be admissible in a custody hearing."

"Is this because you aren't over him?" Sebastian narrows his eyes and folds his arms over his chest.

Santana's jaw drops in shock. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about how you're completely unwilling to move on." He shakes his head. "I knew that it was risky, getting involved with a woman who had kids. But you insisted you were over him."

"He's the father of my children. What you're suggesting is that I cut him out of my life completely and vindictively cut him out of my children's lives? I already did the vindictive thing, I sold all his shit including his massive shoe collection, all of his cars, and most of his stuff. Sold it, gave it to charity, auctioned it off for charity. That was two years ago. I'm not going to keep punishing him for it, especially not when it affects my kids. They are picking up on that tension and I don't want to poison the well, so we're attempting to be friends." She may be failing and crossing the line occasionally but she knew better.

"Well maybe I'm not comfortable with that." Sebastian declares.

Santana quirks her brow. "Well maybe that doesn't quite hold too much weight."

"Look, you're hot and I—" He clears his throat. "I think this just isn't working. It's not you, it's—"

"Oh what a crock of shit." Santana interrupts him. Is this what it feels like? She's never been broken up with before but if this is the way it worked then no wonder people wrote depressing songs about it. She didn't even love Sebastian. The sex was decent and he was occasionally fun to be around but that was it. "If you're going to break up with me then just fucking say it without all the fake platitudes."

"Fine. It's not me, it's you. You're still not over your loser ex-husband and I'm just not comfortable being your backup. I'm better than that and I deserve more than that."

Santana frowned, Charlie wasn't some dead-beat, he also wasn't a loser. He was definitely an idiot. "Alright, Now I think you got to go Sebastian. I've got shit to do and this is wasting my time. It's been fun," Santana responded clearly, as she opened the door for him and motioned for him to get the hell out of her house.

Sebastian shot her an acidic look but he did as he was told marching out of the house with his head held high. He didn't deserve this.

Santana slams the door after him. She's not sure exactly how she feels. Sad? Irritated? Upset? She's definitely pissed off more than anything and needs to blow off steam before she explodes. She mentally checks through the list of people she can call, either to yell at or to fuck it out with only to realize that the list is woefully small. Fuck it. She grabs her purse and keys aware that there's one person she can always take her anger out on without fail.

~O~

Charlie groaned feeling that twinge in his shoulder when he reached for his tablet. He truly hoped that it wasn't Brittany come to—well be herself. He was definitely going to have a long discussion with Santana about curbing Brittany's access to his kids, or at least CJ for now. His youngest son was clearly too much for Brittany to handle. It almost made him puff out his chest in pride as he fumbled with the tablet checking to see who was outside his door. He groans when he sees Santana standing there crossing her arms over her chest. It was going to be one of those days. He was too tired to deal with Santana; practice had been brutal after they had nearly lost. At least no one had suggested team building. He didn't want to spend time around his teammates at this point he barely liked his teammates. He sighs and pushes the button to let Santana enter his apartment. He had seriously thought that Santana wasn't pissed about the video but clearly she had just been covering him. "Look Santana, I'm sorry. I didn't know that I was being recorded."

"Yeah, well maybe you should record that as the standard greeting for your voicemail, because that excuse is getting old."

"Sue already ripped me a new one for the video, can't this wait a week? Maybe after playoffs, a lot of shit is happening after playoffs. I'll put you in line to be number one to yell at me for something I did alright?" After his surgery he'd be on painkillers so he probably wouldn't remember anything anyway.

"No this can't wait because for every single one of your fuckups just makes my life more difficult."

Charlie sighed and rubbed his temples. "I'm sorry Santana for calling you a bitch in the locker room and using the term pussy to refer to women. I am also sorry for bringing up the divorce in the locker room, I thought it was okay, clearly it wasn't. So however it affected you I'm sorry."

"Sebastian broke up with me."

"Oh." Charlie smirks. "Never mind, I'm not that sorry. He was a putz anyway."

"Yeah, well it sucks so, thanks for the support." She scoffs. She's not sure why she's here, he's just the easiest target.

Charlie sighs and crinkles his nose before getting up and heading to his kitchen. He opens the top shelf with a bit of ease, knowing that he's currently the only one tall enough to reach it without help and studies the alcohol carefully before grabbing a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. "I don't have any ice cream," Charlie says as he puts the shot glass down and pours Santana a drink pushing the shot glass towards her.

Santana stares at the shot glass for a moment taking a seat on one of the bar stools at his island and frowns. "I drove here, and Tina is ferrying the kids around to all their activities today. The last thing I need is Bela making some snide comments about me being an alcoholic."

"Bela will make snide comments regardless, she's basically a miniature you. It's one shot, Santana."

"You should have let me spank her. I got spanked."

Charlie rolled his eyes, Santana was clearly in the mood to blame him for everything that was wrong in her life. Santana had been the one to announce that they weren't spanking their kids, which was fine with him because Bela had been adorable and he hadn't wanted to harm a hair on her head. "Clearly that worked out for your parents," Charlie drawled, he clears his throat and ducks to hide his smile when Santana glares at him. He taps the shot glass and watches as Santana picks it up and drains it.

"I can't believe he dumped me," Santana sneers grabbing the bottle of vodka and pouring herself another shot.

"Uh—" Charlie begins; he knows better than to reach for it when Santana's in one of her moods. He definitely hadn't thought this through.

"Even you didn't have the fucking balls to dump me," Santana snaps at him. It was fucking humiliating to be dumped, especially when she had planned to dump him.

"Yes, well I liked my balls attached to my body," Charlie muttered heading to his fridge and grabbing two gatorades and pre-prepared meal. He grabs the least offensive one he can find and pushes a gatorade towards Santana as he opens a drawer and grabs a fork before popping open the top of his lunch.

Santana pours herself another shot and drinks it down quickly. If she's already going to have to deal with Bela's snarky comments about alcoholism, she's going to make sure that she is drunk enough to handle it. "I just don't get it."

Charlie paused and stared at the meal before opening the microwave and tossing it in. "I know I'm going to regret asking but you just don't get what?"

"What the fuck is so wrong with every man I sleep with? Were they all dicks before they took their pants off? Or is that something that just comes as part of the Santana Lopez special?" She shakes her head angrily.

Charlie scratches the back of his head and watches the time on the microwave tick down. How was he supposed to answer that? "Maybe, it's just that they're idiots," he says finally.

"Well then I definitely have a type." Santana mutters pouring herself another drink. "I should have dumped his sorry ass sooner."

Charlie hesitated as the microwave dinged, torn between taking the bottle from Santana or letting her become further intoxicated. He grimaces as Santana simply takes another shot. He should have gone out and bought her ice cream. "Uh—Santana?"

"Shut up, I'm drinking." She mutters, glaring at him with a force that he hadn't seen in awhile.

"Right." He blows out a breath.

"But the sex was decent and he didn't seem to want anymore than I could give him. He didn't even mind that I had three kids, and that my body is ruined!"

"Your body isn't—"

"I have fucking stretch marks. And I know I'm not as tight down there as I once was, cause all your children were fat babies." She goes to pour herself another shot only to have Charlie pick up the bottle.

"I think you've probably had enough."

"Babies? Yes. Definitely. I've definitely had enough, but give me back my booze." She narrows her eyes at him

"This is my booze," Charlie reminds her flatly.

"Please, it's not even that good." Santana scoffs, using Charlie's offense as a distraction in order to grab the bottle back out of his hand. It tasted like fucking water, and now that she was drinking she just wanted to be blackout drunk.

Charlie studies Santana for a moment before grabbing her purse and pulling the keys out of it. She was clearly inebriated which meant that if he took his eyes off her for a moment, she'd probably do something stupid. It was better to be safe than sorry. "Look, Santana, I'm sorry that you dated another asshole I really am, but what about the kids?"

"You're their father, figure it out. Or call Brittany, she owes me a favor."

Charlie frowns. He doesn't trust Brittany any further than he can throw her and leaving her with the kids for the night seems like a terrible idea. "Alright let me just call—" Charlie trailed off as he watched Santana stripping down for a moment. "Oh boy." Stages of drunk Santana used to be something he was intimately familiar with, but it had been a while. Soon there would be water works and eventually some dry heaving, and then she'd get horny and attempt to get him naked but she generally fell asleep soon after. He had definitely not thought this through. He exhales, he was an adult he could handle this. This and the kids. And feeding the kids. And making sure that they did their homework, and changing CJ. Shit.