"And then the ground began to shake and there was this massive hand that came out of the ground," Antonio recounted, despite the fact both his mother and Charlie had lived through it.

"Are you going to make another story about this for class?" Santana asked as she walked with him holding his hand, trying her hardest not to glance back at Charlie who was currently staring at her. His eyes had been her since Judy had finished healing his hands. They were in thick bandages and he had been told to change them every few hours lest an infection set in.

"Yeah, but I have to add Ms. Quinn too because she was awesome," Antonio nodded. "Do you think she can show me how to do that? The ice was amazing! I thought it was a silly, and it just made people cold but I didn't know you could do that with it. It was cool, wasn't it?"

"Look at you, making your first pun," Santana says and shakes her head when Antonio flashes her a huge toothy grin. She can't help but reach forward and run a hand through his hair, and kisses his forehead gently. "You shouldn't make it to scary, you don't want to scare your classmates alright?" She was surprised that he simply hadn't asked about what she had done with Charlie in front of him. He didn't seem to care, he was far more interested in asking Quinn a million questions which had surprised her.

"Yeah," Antonio nods, he was going to need colored pencils and markers and lots and lots of paper. He looks over at Mr. Charlie, "Don't worry, I won't let everyone know that you were getting your butt kicked."

This seems to break Charlie out of his trance and he turns his attention to Antonio. A frown crosses his face as he looks at Antonio, "My plan worked, didn't it? I managed to call a thunder titan to save the day."

Santana cleared her throat, "You nearly ripped the place at the seams, that's not exactly saving the day, is it? You're lucky that no one died, including yourself? What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that I was going to summon a thunder giant, however during the exchange my concentration lapsed for a moment and I may have accidentally called forth a thunder titan. I have no idea why the council found it impressive. A child could do it," Charlie muttered.

"Really?"

"Antonio, no. You are not summoning anything. You saw how dangerous it was, and how much destruction it caused and look at what it did to Charlie's hands," Santana pointed out. "Do you want that to happen to you?"

Antonio grimaced and looked at the bloody bandages, they were oozing again. "No, but maybe Mr. Charlie can summon something else that's really cool and not dangerous next time."

Charlie frowned slightly, he wouldn't be summoning anything or doing magic for the next little while. Both his hands were bandaged tightly and they hurt in a way that he wasn't used to. He had assumed that his mother would do some complex spells but apparently the magic of a titan was something that his mother had never encountered before. It would be weeks before he was able to move his hands effectively. "Perhaps," he says with a simple shrug.

Santana shook her head, as long as it was something simple like a puppy she was fine with it. Though she was afraid that Antonio would be horrified when Charlie made it disappear. She sighs when she spots the shop doors and the door to the apartments above the shop. "Alright Antonio it's time that you head upstairs and start getting ready for bed."

"But mom—I need to work on my story, I don't want to forget anything," Antonio insists.

Santana smiles, at least he wasn't hooked to the television like some children his age. "Alright, you have an hour, but once you're finished then it's straight to bed. I need to make sure that he changes his bandages."

Antonio glanced over at Charlie's bandages and shivered, that didn't sound like fun at all. "You're going to talk about kissing Mr. Charlie, aren't you?"

Santana froze for a moment before rolling her eyes, "Even if I am, it's not your business. I did it to help him out because that's what assistant's do. It's my job to bail him out when he gets in trouble."

"Oh, and he was in trouble?"

"Yes, mijo, he was in trouble, and I saved him with a kiss."

"Can I add that to my story?" Antonio asks.

"No!" Both Charlie and Santana say at the same time and turn to look at each other in surprise.

Santana clears her throat and looks at Antonio, "It's top secret, you can't put that in your story or people will find out and Charlie will be in trouble again alright?"

"Right," Antonio nods and looks at Charlie. "Feel better Mr. Charlie."

Santana watches him skip up the stairs and turns to look at Charlie, the smile on her face fading slightly as she studied him. "I know you didn't ask for me to intervene, and you have this weird thing about being touched when you don't want to be. But I made a judgement call, I didn't want your parents using you as some breeding stallion, just because they really want some grandkids. It's weird." Charlie nods and tries to brush past her to get to the store. "Charlie, this shouldn't change things between us. I just wanted to help you. Rachel came the other day and made this huge deal about sacrifice or something and Assistants, being partners. So, let's just talk this out like adults."

Charlie waited until Santana let him into his store and headed to his workspace, "I don't know how I feel," he states after a moment. "It's never happened to me before."

"Wait—you're nearly thirty and you've never been kissed before?" Santana's eyes widen. She knew about the sex but the idea that she had somehow stolen his first kiss? It baffled her mind. "Why?"

"Why?" Charlie echoes a frown on his face. "I don't know, I imagine it's because I'm odd, even by magician standards and I struggle with social situations. I'm sure there have been people who have wanted to but I've never shown any interest. I was surprised, and I don't understand why you chose to do it. Now my parents are going to expect me to have sex with you and get you pregnant. I am not good with adults, and I'm not good with children. I can't imagine I'll be any good with babies."

"Bullshit, you're good with Antonio and you're—well you're sort of an ass to me, but you treat me differently than you've treated everyone else. You make an effort and I appreciate the effort that you're making even if I think it's really odd that you pull out cue cards," Santana insists before pausing. He didn't sound like he was beating up on himself, he was just stating what he felt.

"I memorized them," Charlie admits after a moment.

"Of course, you did," Santana groans.

"I was always losing them, or they weren't around when I needed them," Charlie adds even though it's clear that Santana doesn't want him to continue. "Also, you're wrong, I don't mind you touching me. I like holding your hand. You're just different."

Santana flushes at the awkwardness of this entire mess, "I—well, I don't mind holding your hand either. And I'll admit that the thought of you on those dates and perhaps actually finding another woman that you were attracted to bothered me. I mean—you wouldn't have time for Antonio and he adores you. I believe he thinks of you as a father-figure, if not his dad. I mean, I know he only sort of tolerates Sebastian, but he loves you."

Charlie nods absentmindedly, and stares at the globe on his workbench for a moment before turning to Santana who was attempting to inch out. "You were jealous."

Santana stops in her tracks, of course he would have picked up on it. "And you can pick up on social cues better than most people think," Santana throws at him. "I'm not lying though, I was worried for Antonio's sake but I didn't know where that would put me in your life. I mean Terri is bored out of her mind because your father has a full life and I don't think I've ever seen your mother's assistant. I like my job, I like working on problems with you and helping you when you let me. I don't want to be pushed aside for your new family. I mean I like our lunches together. I like walking with you to pick up Antonio at school and I'm going to admit that you and Antonio are probably going to send me to an early grave one day, because that's how much I worry about you."

"Oh," Charlie says and frowns slightly.

"Oh?" Santana presses and waits for him to finish gathering his thoughts, pausing for a moment. "Don't use your internal cue cards Charlie, I know that's what you're doing." She can't help but smile when Charlie turns to look at her and shakes his head.

"You're different," Charlie says after a moment. "I thought it was because you had lived as a mundane. Then I thought it was because you had some magic that is different to what I've seen. It's obvious that you're powerful and I don't understand why—" Charlie frowns slightly and shakes his head he needed to focus. "You're just different. I actually care if you're happy or not, and I don't want you to leave, like everyone else."

"I don't understand, everyone knows you're annoyed that they left you and moved onto other things—"

"It made things difficult for me, they weren't very good assistants to begin with. Rachel thought she knew everything and Mike well he was more interested in Brittany then helping me. I'm glad they're gone. But I don't know what I'd do without you."

"There'd probably be more fires," Santana points out and smiles when Charlie scoffs at that characterization. "I still find this world terrifying, it's scary and large and there is always something new that I don't understand. I don't think I've spent this much time reading and expanding my knowledge in such a long time. I mean I just saw a bloody Thunder Titan and I learned that you shouldn't touch one."

Charlie looked at his hands. "It was stupid," he agrees.

"It was, but we should probably change those bandages," Santana gestures to his hands and opens the bag that Judy had handed her. "But you're a master now, I mean I thought it was going to be harder than what it was."

"Not everyone is Roz Washington and Sue Sylvester, our mother could have taken us out with a few well-chosen spells. Our Aunt Cassandra is the same, but because we're close to them they had to choose the weaker members of the council. The ones with limited combat experience. We might have played their little game but that doesn't mean that they need to let us into their ranks," Charlie explains wincing as Santana begins to cut away the bandages.

Santana nods, "Well, congratulations. You deserve it, at least I think you do the whole council of magicians confuses the shit out of me," Santana admits.

"Me as well," Charlie agrees studying Santana before grimacing in pain as she began to wrap his hands and arms with the bandages his mother had prepared. She was super close to him and he could feel his stomach flip once more. "Santana?"

Santana glances up at him, and swallows when she notices that he's staring at her intently. "You're going to kiss me, aren't you?"

"Do you not want me too?" Charlie asks pulling his face away a bit.

"Well, for your first kiss you weren't that bad," Santana admits after a moment, but when Charlie doesn't lean forward she smiles and nods, "I wouldn't mind you adding kissing, but not in front of Antonio, not yet."

"Okay," Charlie nods.

"Okay?" Santana prompts as she finishes wrapping up his hands. She flicks her eyes to him and she's surprised to see that he looks slightly embarrassed. "Charlie?"

"Do I just lean in? I don't—" Charlie's eyes widen for a moment in surprise when Santana leans forward and kisses him.