"Okay, there is something you need to know about Frannie," Quinn said, stopping Rachel before they entered the restaurant. "She's a bitch. Like I can't stress this enough. It's just who she is. The moment she got a full-ride scholarship to Dartmouth, she abandoned us. She wasn't really there when our mother died, she didn't come back and it's also important not to—"

"Bring up Charlie," Rachel rolled her eyes, "You've told me this a million times Quinn. Charlie and Frannie can't stand each other."

Quinn studied Rachel for a moment, she didn't quite understand. She'd met Hiram and Leroy, and she could feel the love and adoration that they had for their daughter. "I'm sorry, in advance. My family is weird—"

"Quinn, it's okay. I get that you're feeling a bit self-conscious about your family, but I like Charlie. When she isn't completely focused on Santana, she's funny and kind. I'm sure Frannie will be—"

"A bitch."

"Well, I assure you not everyone in my family is perfect," Rachel laughs, holding onto Quinn's arm. "Are you sure Charlie can't squeeze us in, it's been forever since I've seen her."

Quinn narrowed her eyes slightly and nudged Rachel, "You're just hoping that Charlie walks around in her underwear again, so you can gawk at her."

Rachel scoffed at Quinn's assertion, "You're clearly the more attractive twin Quinn, but Charlie's abs—" She laughs when Quinn shoves her a bit. "I'm joking," she promises, and she was. Charlie as far as she was concerned was Santana's, even if Santana didn't want her right now and even though Santana was a pain in her ass most nights, Santana was still Quinn's best friend, for reasons that she didn't quite understand.

"There she is," Quinn said pointing to a woman with long blonde hair.

Rachel blinked and then looked at Quinn stopping her in her tracks, "Are all your siblings attractive?" She whispers.

Quinn rolled her eyes, "Should I be worried about how you're lusting over all my siblings?"

Rachel flashed Quinn a smile, "Probably, but I choose you over them. You're the normal one remember?"

Quinn scoffed, that was probably code for boring one, but she'd take it. She takes Rachel's hand in hers and heads to the table, "Frannie."

Frannie looks up from the menu at her younger sister for a moment, "Quinn. Quinn's girlfriend."

"Rachel Berry, I'm in a little off-Broadway—"

"Please, you know I don't care," Frannie said bluntly.

Rachel blinked, and turned to Quinn who shrugged her shoulders. "See. I told you. Total bitch." With that said Quinn pulls out a chair for Rachel. "You promised me you'd be nice Frannie."

"I am being nice; this restaurant has excellent vegetarian options. See, I'm making an effort." Frannie said going back to look at her menu.

"I did warn you," Quinn muttered to Rachel as she took a seat of her own, pausing there were four chairs at the table. "Did you invite Charlie?"

"I don't associate with psychopathic criminals. I have to deal with our father being out and about. I can't be seen dealing with our dear sister either. No, I invited my girlfriend to this. For the express purpose of proving that people like me for who I am."

"You have a girlfriend? Was she dropped on the head as a child?" Quinn asked smirking when Frannie flashed her annoyed look.

"Quinn, I for one am excited to have this double date with you Frannie," Rachel said with a smile.

Frannie looked up, "Does she always kiss ass?"

"No, I simply have manners, something that you should have learned." Rachel snaps back.

"She's right," Quinn said. "I get it, you enjoy being a bitch, but there's no way that your girlfriend finds this version of you attractive."

Frannie frowned ready to retort when a smile flits across her face and she stands up, "You're late."

"I'm always late."

Quinn froze in her seat, Santana had promised her that she wasn't dating Frannie. She knew she should have looked into it, but Santana had been happy and that's all she wanted for her. She turns to look at Santana who seemed to finally notice her.

Santana stopped in her tracks and stared at Quinn and Rachel for a moment before turning to her girlfriend. "You said your last name was July."

Frannie froze for a moment, "It is legally, I changed it after my father got arrested. I couldn't have my last name be associated with criminals. Did you date Quinn?"

"God no, she was my roommate," Santana said quickly. "Back when I lived in New York. I went to Columbia remember?"

Frannie blinked, "Huh, small world."

"It is," Santana said flicking her eyes at Rachel. She could trust Quinn to keep her mouth shut but Rachel.

"It's good to see you again Santana, I told Quinn we should have stopped by to see you and your family." Rachel said pleasantly, clearly, they weren't going to mention the elephant in the room especially not in front of Frannie, but she had so many questions.

"We went to high school together, Quinn's been my best friend ever since I came back," Santana said as she took a seat.

"So, you've had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting the other one?" Frannie frowned.

"I've met Charlie," Santana said. "We used to be friends—don't give me that look," Santana frowned at the look of disgust on Frannie's features.

"Just don't be fooled by the fact that she has money now. Charlie was a drug dealer, probably got into all sorts of trouble and that's how she made her money now. Being around her is just asking for trouble," Frannie said looking at Quinn. "Which is why you need to move out of that apartment."

"My apartment is amazing and Charlie's the owner of a logistics company that Amazon is looking to buy. You think that they haven't combed through her books with a fine-tooth comb? She busted her ass to make something of herself, who cares if she once slung drugs. You weren't helping us put food in the fridge, and we both know dad was spending all his money on booze." Quinn shoots back in annoyed fashion, before looking at Rachel who touches her hand. "Sorry, this is why I don't like dealing with family."

Frannie's about to retort when her phone rings and she glances at it, "I need to take this, I'll be right back."

Rachel waits until Frannie's out of earshot and turns to Santana her eyes wide. "Santana."

"What?" Santana hisses back. "I didn't know. I'm not doing anything wrong."

"Does Charlie know?" Quinn asked keeping her voice down.

"Why the fuck is it any of Charlie's business we're not together—"

"Even if you two are broken up you still care deeply about her, and when I say the news will break Charlie, it will destroy her. They hate each other, and it runs far deeper than Charlie thinks Frannie abandoned her. I'm not telling you to break up with Frannie, but for fucks sake Santana. Do something."

Santana looks up to see Frannie coming back and flashes her a smile. "Fine," she hisses calmly, allowing Frannie to give her a small kiss on the lips. "You've got to go?"

"I do. I love you, I'll see you tonight?" Santana nods and Frannie looks at Quinn. "Lunch is still on me, I'll handle the bill alright?"

"Least you could do." Quinn mutters under her breath.

Frannie rolled her eyes, "It was nice meeting you Rachel, perhaps we can have this conversation again under better circumstances."

"Sure, that will be great," Rachel said with a huge fake smile.

Quinn waits until her sister leaves before elbowing Rachel, "You didn't have to be nice to her, I mean it's Frannie, I'm not even nice to her most of the time."

"Was it believable?"

"Totally," Quinn said with a nod. "I almost believed you wanted to see my sister again."

"Almost?"

"I know Frannie," Quinn nudged her, but smiled. "If people didn't know Frannie then I can see them totally believing you."

"Well once I can make you believe it I'll be closer to my EGOT," Rachel hummed.

"Are you two finished?" Santana asked picking up the menu.

"Santana."

"Fine, whatever I'll talk to Charlie." Santana rolled her eyes. God they were awful.

~O~

"Okay, so our lunch didn't go as planned, but I still think we should have told Santana," Rachel said as they entered the building. Her eyes glued on the door. "Charlie lives here?"

Quinn looked at the building, Charlie had upgraded to a place with far more security than before. It had happened post Russell going out of jail and she wondered how much this place put Charlie back. The security wasn't for Charlie's sake, it was to keep her from doing anything to him. At least Charlie was trying to curb her excess. "Well, yeah. Technically we both do, she sent me the key a couple of years ago. I mean I have a room."

"Why are we staying in a hotel?" Rachel frowned slightly scandalized.

"For my sanity, I don't know how Charlie's been doing since the breakup." Quinn answered truthfully. It had been years since she'd been in Chicago and she felt slightly guilty about leaving Charlie to handle her emotional fallout alone, but Charlie had been unbearable and violent after their first break up, and she didn't want to be around that darkness. "This happened, and I don't think Charlie unpacked my things or anything, and I didn't want to just surprise her. I love Charlie, I love Frannie, but they both drive me crazy in different ways. But I really want to tell someone in my family that I'm getting married."

"We're getting married," Rachel corrects.

Quinn swipes her ID card letting them into the building and waves at the concierge at the desk as they make their ways to the elevators. "We are," She relaxes against Rachel for a moment, before the elevator dings and they step off. "I don't think we should spring it on her, Charlie's never liked surprises."

"I wasn't going to blurt it out! Besides Charlie likes me, she'll be thrilled!"

"Charlie doesn't do thrilled," Quinn muttered. Not unless Santana was around to boost her mood. She knocks on the door. "All because I have a key doesn't mean I should barge in, she's not expecting us." Quinn explained when Rachel gave her a look.

"You just don't want—" Rachel began only for the door to swing open. Rachel slaps a smile on her face, only for it to disappear when she takes in Charlie's appearance. "Charlie—what the hell happened?"

Charlie looks down at her arm which is in a sling, it's to keep her stitches in her shoulder from jostling open. "I had an accident at the gym," she said smoothly. "I blame Sam. What are you two doing here?"

Quinn frowned, Sam would have certainly mentioned if Charlie had a damn accident in the gym. Her twin was lying, she could always tell, by the affect in her voice. It was almost imperceptible, but Charlie generally sounded flat when she lied. Like she was being sarcastic. "I proposed to Rachel and she said yes."

Charlie tilted her head, "You're getting married?" She turns to look at Rachel. "You're willingly choosing to join this crazy family?"

Rachel smiled, Charlie's reaction was about as much as she suspected. "Yes, I'm aware, but I do love her."

Charlie huffed at that, "I'd hug you but my arm," she said patting Rachel on the shoulder. She adjusts slightly when Rachel hugs her and she looks at Quinn, "Congrats," she says finally.

Quinn frowned, Charlie seemed genuinely happy for them. "Do you have a fever?" She reaches for her twin's head only to have it smacked away. "What? Why are you so pleased?"

"Because you're marrying someone normal. I was worried that you were going to marry an old woman with a wrinkly ass. I like Rachel." Charlie replied. "You don't have a wrinkly ass do you Rachel?"

Rachel laughed and leaned against Charlie, "We should visit more often. You know you're my favorite twin."

Quinn blinked as, as Charlie pulled Rachel inside. Yeah there was something definitely off about her twin but she wouldn't figure what it was until Rachel wasn't around. She hesitates for a moment, wondering if she should take Rachel and run, but Charlie seemed okay and she didn't know why she was so unnerved.