"There she is the future Mrs. Fabray," Russell announced grinning from ear to ear as he pulled away from Sebastian and held his arms open, ready to pull Santana into a hug.

Santana cringes, Charlie had been right this had been a shitty idea, perhaps one of her worst. Especially since Sebastian was staring at her looking absolutely hurt and possibly scandalized. She hadn't given much thought to how this would affect his relationship with Antonio, especially given how much Antonio adored Charlie. "Future is being generous, it's new. This whole thing is new, but no pressure or anything." Santana turns to Antonio who was grinning from ear to ear and nudges him. "Say hello to your father."

"Hi Sebastian," Antonio says as he pulls away from his mother and heads to Mr. Fabray, who immediately pulled him in for a hug. "Does that mean you're going to be my grandpa?"

"Call me Gramps—no wait, Pop-Pop—that seems a bit childish for a young man such as yourself—we'll brainstorm," Russell informs him.

Yes, this had definitely been a mistake, she had no idea how excited they would be in fact she was certain that they were already planning a wedding, which meant she needed to put a stop to this before she ended up in a wedding dress with Charlie beside her. "Antonio how about you tell your father about the story you're writing, I need to give Mr. Fabray his package and have a conversation with him alright?"

"But mom—"

Santana narrowed her eyes slightly, ending that conversation before nodding at Sebastian. "He looks lonely."

"I do not!" Sebastian snaps at her.

Antonio turns to look at his father, he did sort of look lonely and he nods at his mom and walks over to him. "You should have seen what Mr. Charlie did! It was amazing, I'm writing a story about it," Antonio informs him before noticing that he had a bunch of paper and pens on his desk. "I'll draw you a picture."

Sebastian grimaced but nodded, the last thing he wanted to do was talk about this Charlie fellow. He didn't even like girls anymore, he wasn't even sure if he had ever liked girls. But he felt uncomfortable with how close his son was to another man. "Sure, why don't you draw me a picture, I can keep it up on desk." He gets up so Antonio can have a seat and shifts so he's a bit closer to the door so he can maybe hear the conversation between Santana and his boss.

"Can I use your highlighters?"

"Sure." Sebastian nods as he tilts his head so he can get a better look. It was just enough to watch Mr. Fabray take a package from Santana and attempt to hug her. "So, what does your mom always bring for Mr. Fabray?"

"Dwarven Ale, mom said that I couldn't take a sip. Mr. Charlie says it tastes like dirt, but Mr. Fabray loves it so Mr. Charlie always picks them up for him even though Mrs. Fabray told him that Mr. Fabray isn't allowed having it anymore."

"Oh? Well, do you know where I can get it?"

"From Mr. Charlie's shop," Antonio said frowning at how slow his father was. "I don't know where he gets it but he has a lot of bottles in his backroom. I saw it, mom says it's really popular."

Sebastian nodded, maybe he could make a stop later and pick up some for Russell, at this point he'd do anything to get on his good side.

~O~

"So when can we expect more grandchildren?" Russell asked as he ushered Santana into a seat.

Santana grimaced, if she told him the truth she knew she'd break his heart. "You probably shouldn't," Santana said after a moment before realizing why Charlie used that caveat all the time. "Charlie doesn't really want children, he says this often enough. I already have a son, and with my history—Antonio is enough. I don't think I could do it again."

Russell's smile faded slightly, "Well that won't do at all. I know that you're attempting to help my son, but he doesn't always know what he wants and what's good for him."

She could hear the tense note in his voice and sighs, "You do know that he's still a virgin, because he believes that sex will automatically lead to children. So, he chooses not to have sex because he doesn't want to have children. I pointed out that all your other children are having sex and they haven't popped out babies but he's insistent. I respect that. I respect his odd boundaries, I respect the fact that he doesn't want children and he doesn't want to have sex. You need to respect that as well."

Russell studied Santana carefully for a moment, "You aren't doing him any favors, and while I know it's early in the relationship to be thinking about having other children, it's something that you should think about. My son has always been odd, he's always marched to the imaginary drumbeat in his head even when he was a child, Judy insisted that he was just special. I'm not going to pretend that I didn't worry that he wouldn't find someone who he wanted to share a life with. I didn't think he'd find someone like you. Or have a family of his own, so if I'm pushing hard for it. It is only because we never thought it was possible for him. Now that we see it is, we want that for him. His sisters, they will be fine, but you can't help wondering about our son. His hands, his self-destruction."

"I just don't treat him like he's special and I don't treat him differently than I would treat anyone else. If he pisses me off, I let him know, if he does something incredibly dangerous then I tell him off. I worry over him like I worry over Antonio and I think he appreciates the fact that I treat him like everyone else. I mean not exactly like everyone else, our relationship is new to him and he's trying to do everything the right way. Rachel informed him that he couldn't just kiss me, so he tries to ask beforehand. He's going at his own pace and you rushing him, anyone rushing him will only cause him to withdraw," Santana points out. "Also, he's not self-destructive. He just comes up with idiotic ways to get things done and goes about doing them. Case in point the stupid fight he got into, he didn't set out to destroy his hands. He set out to recharge himself, and it just happened. We've talked about it. We'll probably continue to talk about it until he understands that he can't keep doing it."

Russell sighs and glances out through the window to watch Antonio drawing, "Good, his mother can't keep up with all his injuries anymore and after this little stunt. Thank you though, for taking care of my son. I know he can be—difficult at times."

"Tell me about it, but I came to actually ask about witches. Charlie mentioned—"

"Oh, for fucks sake, that boy is going to get himself killed. He has no concept of danger," Russell groaned putting his hand in his faces.

"That bad?" Santana asked, she was getting a sinking feeling.

"It wouldn't be nearly that bad if most of the witches in the area didn't hate him, he refuses to do business with them. He has the ingredients, but he refuses to do business with them. They believe that he's being discriminatory, which he openly admits he is. Which, of course, made the problem worse. Except I don't think he realizes that he's offended the entire coven and very few will do business with him, and those that will either don't care or want to curse him."

"He mentioned his aunt Cassandra—"

Russell held his hands up, "I know you said that I shouldn't rush him, but if you could work on his understanding of what danger is then that would be excellent. Cassandra probably won't murder him but I can't imagine she'll help him either. Why is he looking for a witch to deal with? Charlie avoids them like the plague as he should."

Santana shrugs, "I think it has to do with me—something about my magic and how his initial assessment was wrong. So, he wanted to get pointed in the right direction, I told him I was perfectly fine but he doesn't listen to me all the time."

Russell sighed and opened his top drawer and pulled out a thick medium sized-book with heavy runes on it and licked his finger before flicking through it quickly finally finding the page that he wanted and grabbed one of his business cards and scrawled the information on it on the back. "Tell him to go to her, we're in the same business and she's a powerful witch in her own right and she probably doesn't actually care about Charlie enough to curse him. I suggest that you go with him to make sure he doesn't say anything offensive or demeaning."

Santana nods and takes the card gently, "Thank you, if we do decide to have children in the distant future you'll be first person I tell," Santana promises and slips the name into her purse. Now she just needed to talk to Charlie about his odd hang-ups and maybe figure out what exactly they were. He was getting better at the whole kissing thing, which was nice, and he did seem to take note of what she liked and didn't like.

~O~

"A picnic, just the two of you. It shows that you care and that it's romantic, especially if you take the time to show her it's a magical night."

Charlie flicked his hazel eyes to his mother for a moment before wincing and looking back at his hands, he could move them but it hurt tremendously and he no longer had a decent grip, but at least it looked better than it had. "Okay," he says finally. "Can we focus on fixing my hands?"

Judy frowned, she doubted that he was actually listening to her. "I'm surprised that the damage is mostly superficial, you did something didn't you?"

Charlie shrugged and winced at the pain that shot through both of his hands. "I used a protection spell, it was quick and given how low on magic I was, it wasn't my best work. It could have been far worse," Charlie admits after a moment as his mother begins to bandage his hands up once more.

Judy shook her head, she needed to focus on the important things and that was making sure Charlie's relationship with Santana went off smoothly. "Charlie. It is important that you take this seriously. She's a single mother and that means that there will be challenges. It doesn't matter if Antonio loves you now, his father is in the picture and you have to allow him to be the main force in his life. And given what Santana has been through, I imagine there are some issues that haven't been completely worked out."

"Okay."

"Charlie—"

"I don't know what you want me to say," Charlie admits after a moment. "There isn't a card for this and I'm trying my best, but there are all these rules that you say that I have to do but Santana just says to be myself and I don't know what everyone wants from me."

"Okay, how do you feel when you're around Santana."

"I don't know. I know I like to be near her, I know I like to hold her hand and hug her and kissing is interesting." Charlie admits.

"Interesting?"

Charlie glances away for a moment. "I like doing it with Santana. I like doing everything with Santana. I like spending time with Antonio and teaching him magic, it feels—I don't know how it feels but I like doing it and I think I'd hate it if she left. I believe I am attached to her. So I work really hard to make sure she doesn't leave. That they don't leave. If I do this picnic thing will that make her stay?"

Judy opened her mouth and then closed it, debating on what to say. "Well it won't make her stay. Every now and again, though these days it's getting farther and farther apart, your father does something that makes me feel special. Something that shows he's been listening to what I have to say or he takes me out to go dancing and it makes me feel special. I know your father is a terrible dancer and he doesn't like to do it, but he does it for me. Do you understand? It doesn't have to be an everyday thing. But something to make sure Santana feels appreciated."

"Oh."

Judy reaches forward and hugs him tightly, ignoring how he tries to squirm away. "Just be yourself Charlie and everything will turn out for the best."

Charlie nods and immediately gathers himself when his mother lets him go, "I should go back, they should be back by now and I told Antonio we could continue with his lessons once I got my hands healed," with that he pulls away making sure that he gives her plenty of space.