Santana pushed the food around on her plate, so deep in thought that she missed the worrying look Carlos shared with Shelby. She knew Charlie wouldn't cheat on her, that much was clear.

But something was still wrong. Charlie was short and snappy on the phone, practically demanding that she come over for dinner that Friday and Santana couldn't help the feeling that Charlie was going to break up with her.

It was the only thing that made sense.

Charlie was perfect. She was eighteen, the soccer star of McKinley and of course she was going to break it off with the comic book nerd from Carmel. What did she expect? For Charlie to put her entire life on hold for two years while Santana finished High School?

Why would she do that? Especially when Charlie could have any girl she wanted?

"Everything okay, Santanita?" Carlos asks, breaking her out of her thoughts.

She startles a little, practically having forgotten that anyone else was in the room and looks up. "Yeah. I'm fine."

Rachel flicks her eyes towards Santana and makes a face, "Did Charlie break your heart already?"

"Uh, no. She was in a minor accident and sliced open her face, I'm just worried about her," Santana lies. "For a soccer player, she's not very graceful."

That wasn't what she was expecting and her source at McKinley hadn't mentioned anything. "Well, on the bright side now you can tell her and Quinn apart."

"Rachel," Shelby groans.

"They're identical twins," Rachel says defensively. "Well not anymore they're not but they were."

Santana shook her head, she didn't want to deal with Rachel's crazy conspiracy theories. Instead she pushes her plate away, "I think I'm done, I've got homework and I'm going to check to see if she's taking care of herself. She got fifteen stitches in her face."

"What did she do? Get into a knife fight?" Rachel asked seriously.

"She crashed into a table, trying to chase her aunt down, or something," Santana shrugs.

"Oh, you mean the one that abandoned them in the mall or something?" Shelby shook her head. "It's probably for the best that we didn't hire Cassandra, if that's how she treats her family I shudder to think of what her training would be like."

"We probably wouldn't be worried about McKinley being able to compete with us." Rachel mutters under her breath.

Santana rolls her eyes and glances at her father who still has a look of concern on his face. "I'm fine, I'm really just worried about her is all. I don't even think she understands you need to change the dressing."

Carlos rolled his eyes, "Of course not, that one's a keeper right there," he says sarcastically.

"Carlos. We're supposed to be supportive."

"She and that dog of hers nearly ate me out of house and home, it's not normal," Carlos grumbled.

Santana shook her head and decided to take her leave before her family could start bickering about the Fabray's. She needed to figure out how to save her relationship. Closing her bedroom door behind her, she paces, deep in thought.

She needed to keep Charlie interested in her, that much was clear. She had overheard from some of the popular girls in her class talking about sending their boyfriends nudes, maybe it was something that Charlie expected. She bites her lip and glances at herself in the mirror, she wasn't exactly comfortable doing something like that, she'd heard the stories of it backfiring spectacularly but she knew Charlie wasn't like that.

She bites her lip and tries to quell her nerves at the thought of sending Charlie a sexy pic. She's really going to do this. Even if she doesn't know what exactly a sexy pic entails. Did she have to be naked? The thought made her a little squeamish, before finally deciding that she would just take the pic in her bra. That should be sexy enough.

Right?

She wasn't sure she knew, but she had to try. She shirks her shirt off and pulls her hair out of its ponytail, letting her dark wavy hair flow over her shoulders and gets her phone ready to take a selfie in the mirror. She stops short, wondering. Was she supposed to smile? Or—

She was overthinking this. Definitely.

She definitely needed to have bedroom eyes, whatever that meant, something that suggested she wanted Charlie. It wasn't hard, she liked kissing Charlie and Charlie was super respectful of her boundaries, not that she knew what those were, but Charlie kept her hands above the shirt and generally resting on her hips. She pouts her lips a bit, that was always attractive, before taking the selfie and looking at the picture. She bites her lip, she could see all of her flaws in the photo and it seemed silly to even be doing this.

What if Charlie didn't find it attractive? What if she took one look at the picture and decided she wasn't mature enough to be with her. She slips her shirt back on and studies the picture once, well she had already taken the picture.

Santana bites her lip before exhaling, maybe Charlie would send her one back, this could be there thing or whatever, till she was ready, to actually go all the way with Charlie. She was simply going to have to take the plunge, as she sends the photo to Charlie.

As soon as the photo is sent, she immediately panics. If Charlie is going to break up with her, is that going to be enough to stop it? What had she been thinking? She should have—

Her phone dings with a reply from Charlie almost immediately, cutting off her internal panic and she scrambles to open her text.

Are you trying to kill me?

Santana blinks and bites her lip, a small smile forming, as Charlie sent another message.

This is a serious question Santana. I nearly fell down the stairs.

She feels a swell of relief at the thought. If Charlie wants her, she can't possibly be planning on breaking up with her. The next message, though, cuts her and only solidifies her worst fears.

They were awesome, but don't send those again.

Fuck.

I need to be able to function and I can't be distracted by how attractive you are. My dad's already complaining about my phone bill and the water bill. Last thing I need is for him to think I have a phone addiction.

Santana exhales again and reads the message, once more it wasn't that Charlie found her unattractive. Which meant that she was still interested, it was difficult to read her sometimes. But there was something that caught her attention, and she immediately texts Charlie back.

Water bill?

Charlie sends back a blushing emoji.

Some of us have needs when a hot girl sends them pics like that.

A hot girl? Not even her girlfriend? Santana bites her lip, maybe she's just being ridiculous.

Well, I wouldn't know. No one ever sends me pictures.

When Charlie doesn't respond right away she flops back down on her bed and looks up at her ceiling, there were days where she felt like she was dreaming, the nerd never really got the athlete, they just didn't mesh well but Charlie seemed to be different, and she felt bad for doubting her. Her phone buzzes on her pillow and she grabs it and opens up the text.

How's this?

Santana scrolls down and her eyes widen at the sight of Charlie topless and wearing only a pair of very tight boxers that were pulled down enough so she could see a weird looking scar on Charlie's hip. But her eyes focus on Charlie's abs, before her eyes trail upward so she can see Charlie's breasts. She nearly drops the phone her face turning a bright red. She had definitely been overthinking it. With a confidence she's surprised she possesses, she types out a quick reply.

Not sure. Maybe you should send more.

She doesn't have to wait long before a reply comes right back.

Nuh-uh. I'm onto you, Lopez. That's going to have to be good enough. No more pics, you're going to kill me.

Santana grins and looks at the picture, it would simply have to do and she would certainly study every inch of this photo—for science, obviously.