As far as Santana was concerned, she shouldn't have to inform Charlie about who she was dating. It was none of Charlie's business. Even if Quinn was right and Charlie loathed Frannie, it was still none of her business and the fact that murdering people didn't seem to phase Charlie, all she was doing was putting a massive target on Frannie's back. But she couldn't just show up to Quinn's wedding with Frannie and expect Charlie not to say anything. Charlie would say something or do something, and she couldn't deal with that. Quinn would totally blame her, even though it was Charlie who wouldn't be able to control herself.

All she hoped for was that Charlie would take this information as an adult. She looks at the new building that Charlie had moved into and winced, this wasn't Charlie. At least it was not the Charlie that she remembered. Charlie had scoffed at the insane price tags of these places. She enters the hall and heads to the front desk. "I'm here to see Charlie Fabray." She says to the concierge. "I don't think I'm on the list of people who can go up."

"Name and ID."

"Santana Lopez," Santana says reaching into her purse.

"You're on the list, take the third elevator on the left."

Santana blinked, she hadn't expected to be let up. Quinn had said the security measures were a pain in the ass, and after showing up at Charlie's place of employment, it was obvious that Charlie's feelings towards her had changed. Sure, she still cared, but it was obvious that things between them had cooled.

She steps off the elevator and heads to Charlie's apartment, wincing at the familiar and immediate pull. It was a nostalgic feeling and she rests her hand on Charlie's door for a moment and closes her eyes. Frannie had a pull to her too, but it felt nothing like this. She's about to knock on the door when it opens up and she stares at Charlie who is covered in a light sheen of sweat and was in a pair of shorts and a sports bra. Charlie's hands were wrapped up and she looked mildly annoyed at her presence. "Hi."

Charlie's hazel eyes flick over her for a moment, before she steps aside and letting Santana inside. "Quinn and Rachel don't have a date for their wedding yet. So, until they do we don't have to do anything."

"Wait—you think I'm here to talk about the wedding?" Santana blinks.

"Well, Rachel said that they weren't taking my money and I had to help with the planning. I already called cake-tasting duties, and helping with the reception," Charlie said as she moved through her apartment not bothering to turn around and look at Santana as she went back to the heavy bag that was in her makeshift gym. Sure, her building had one, but she needed to hit things.

"Oh. So, you left me with all the crappy assignments?"

"Yes. You're Quinn's best friend, I'm just the twin with the massive bank account." Charlie said as she tapped her hands on the heavy bag, she doesn't just plant her feet instead she pushes it and weaves around the bag dodging where it swung too.

Santana watches Charlie move, swallowing slightly and taking a step back as she traces goes over every shiver and twist of Charlie's muscles pausing when she notices the roundish scar on Charlie's shoulder and moves immediately placing her hand on it causing the heavy bag to hit Charlie and knock her off her feet. "What the hell is that?"

Charlie frowns and looks at her shoulder for a moment and looks at Santana, "Don't ask a question you don't want the answer too. I'm not in the mood for you to lecture me about committing felonies."

Santana froze before rolling her eyes, "And this is why we aren't together. What is it this time? Did Dani pull your chain again? You needed more cash for your company?"

"Something like that." Charlie hops to her feet and runs a hand through her hair. "I haven't talked to Dani in years. I'm glad that you're doing better Santana but why are you here?"

"Because I have a girlfriend and—" Santana glared at Charlie who held her hand up.

"Don't care."

"You don't care?"

"Why should I? So, you have a girlfriend I don't see why that means you had to come here Santana."

"I'm trying to be kind, I just don't want you to make a scene when you're at the wedding Charlie. When you see who I'm with—"

"Seriously Santana, if you're just here to rub it in my face that you're happy, you can leave. I don't care. I've got other things to worry about then the wedding that right now doesn't have a date. Rachel doesn't even want to get married until after she wins her first major award. I have other shit to think about and process."

"Like what?" Santana threw her hands up, she should have just blurted it out instead of couching it in small-talk. She still could but—

"I have three sisters. My father fathered another fucking child."

"What?" Santana's jaw drops. "Your sister never mentioned—" Frannie was hiding things from her and it was beginning to irritate her.

"I don't know if Quinn knows, Frannie might. You know she changed her name to July. It was my mother's maiden name. Fuck her. That bitch didn't even give a shit about my mom. She wasn't at the funeral."

Santana swallowed, maybe now wasn't the best time to bring up Frannie, "How did you find out about her?"

"He ambushed me when I was heading to my car, it took everything I had not to make him disappear. He said I owed him." Charlie inhaled sharply. She slams her hand against the heavy bag again and pulls away as the bag starts to deflate as it begins to leak sand.

Santana frowned slightly, now definitely wasn't the time to bring up Frannie. "You don't really owe your father anything. That being said, he brought another life into this world and I know you well enough to know that you don't want that little girl growing up like you did."

"Don't."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Don't what?"

"Don't try and make me into a good person," Charlie responds crossing her arms over her chest.

"I never said you were a good person. I'm saying you don't want that little girl growing up like you did—how old is she?"

"Close to two. She still has the new baby smell, I imagine. I've had a private investigator follow him, watch him to make sure he wasn't abusing her. He's been relatively sober, and he takes her to the park and seems relatively attentive."

Santana blinked and glanced at the deflated heavy bag for a moment before turning to Charlie and taking a step forward and wrapping her arms around her tightly, not letting go even though Charlie made a half-assed effort to separate them. "I don't need to remind you that your father is a terrible human being."

"I feel like I'm the crazy one who knows what a piece of shit my father is, but people will point to this and see people like him can change. They'll say that maybe I was the problem, not him. Frannie already thinks so—"

"He was cruel to Quinn too."

"He rarely touched her. Not for a lack of trying," Charlie lets out a bitter laugh at this and rubs at the scar on her eyebrow. "Fuck."

Santana tugs her back to the living room, she needed to be away from punch able objects and just feel. There was a voice in her head that was yelling at her to leave, that their connection made this a terrible place to be, and that she had a girlfriend. But Charlie was impulsive especially when her emotions were high, and if it stopped her from lashing out at someone or doing something idiotic and criminal then she was going to make sure Charlie made the right decision. "You're not broken. I know everyone says that about you, I know you sort of make them uncomfortable sometimes but that doesn't mean you're broken. I know that's what you're thinking, maybe he did this to me because I really was defective. You aren't."

"I—"

"No. You talked and now you need to listen to me. You're not even a terrible human being, maybe you have to try a little harder to be a good person, but that doesn't make you a shit human being, not like him." Santana said pulling Charlie onto the couch. It takes Charlie a moment before she curls up beside her.

There's a moment's quiet between them, Charlie didn't cry. She just closed her eyes and leaned against her. "I don't know what I should do."

"Well for one, you don't give him a dime," Santana says. "You've got an accountant, that little girl should have her own trust or something. Something that you control. You should talk with her mother about it. At least that's what I think you should do."

Charlie nods and closes her eyes again. This felt nice. Santana felt nice. She glances up just as Santana turns to look at her. Santana was with someone else, though she doubted that Santana felt their connection with her new girlfriend. She needed to say something before—

Santana leans in, her lips capturing Charlie's as she kisses her. Feeling the sparks that tingle throughout her body. This was most definitely the worst thing she could ever do, but Charlie was her drug of choice, and even though half of her brain is screaming to stop it, the kiss deepens within seconds and she had her hand on Charlie's sports bra, yanking it upward.