'What do you mean you haven't told her. You need to tell her Santana before Charlie finds out on her own, you're incredibly lucky that Charlie doesn't give a shit about social media.'

Santana sighed, "I tried too, but she was in crisis mode and it wasn't the right time. She said she doesn't care Quinn."

'Frannie's invited to my wedding and Charlie doesn't give a shit if it's some random asshole she's never met. Frannie is the closest thing she has to a mortal enemy. I know my sisters. Both of them, Charlie might be ticked but she wouldn't do anything immediately until Frannie said something and then all hell will break loose and Charlie will kill her. Look I like Frannie most days but we both know that she's just a stand in for Charlie.'

"I love her."

'Bullshit. If you loved her then you'd tell her about your past with Charlie. Which you also haven't because you know there is a very good chance Frannie would dump you because you're tainted.'

"Oh, fuck off Quinn." Santana snapped at her.

'Is that what you did when you went over to Charlie's apartment?' Quinn sniped bitterly. When Santana didn't respond Quinn's, jaw dropped. 'Are you fucking kidding me? You're fucking both of them? Actually, don't answer that, because when this blows up in your face and it will, I am going to act surprised when Charlie turns to me and demands an answer. Figure out if you want to actually do this thing with Frannie or you know date Charlie, I don't really give a shit what you do. Just make a goddamn decision.'

Santana doesn't hesitate to hang up, there were days when she wondered why Quinn was her best friend. She needed a new best friend, who didn't judge her. She lets out a sigh, it was something to think about later. Right now she had to worry about getting ready for her finals and then starting to prepare for her state bar exam. She huffs, and looks at her intense notes and rubs her eyes before holding out her hand over her empty mug, making sure that the coffee was hot. She picks it up and takes a sip, enjoying the faint hints of hazelnut.

She turns her attention back to her Advanced Federal Criminal Justice Practice class, she had done rather well in the class and if she aced this exam, her professor had said he'd write her a glowing recommendation for the Northern Illinois State's Attorney's office. Her mother was already making some calls for her. There was a knock on the door of the study room and she glances at the time quickly. She was still booked for two hours.

The door opens, and Santana turns to see Frannie carrying a bag of food. "I finished work early and thought you'd be here, and if you're anything like me you've forgotten to bring food. I know this class is important to you but you're no use to anyone if you're not operating at peak efficiency and that includes eating." Frannie said entering the room and putting the bag on the desk where there was a small space that wasn't covered in papers. "What are you studying for?"

Santana's stomach growled, and she reaches for the food, it was greasy and wonderful, and she knew that Frannie hated the place. "Advanced Federal Criminal Justice," she says reaching for the food. "You didn't have to do this."

Frannie doesn't say anything picking up a handout and looking at it, "You know you could be a fantastic lawyer, and make quite a bit of money. You don't have to work for the government unless of course you have political aspirations that you haven't told me about. I mean they do call them public servants after all."

Santana rolled her eyes as she grabbed the chopsticks and took a bite from the rice, letting out a low groan of appreciation. "And what if I did have political aspirations? I'd make a fantastic president."

Frannie turned to look at her, putting the paper down. "Opposition research would focus on the fact that you dated Charlotte Reagan Fabray, who by all accounts is a criminal." Frannie tilted her head watching as Santana coughed and pushed a bottle of water closer to her, gently patting her on the back.

"I—"

"Look, I get it, Charlie's the bad-girl, you know the one that your parents don't approve of, I get it. It's rather common. And it's not like you knew that I was her sister when we started seeing each other, that's my fault. I should have told you the truth about my last name."

"Are you breaking up with me? I was going to have this conversation with you but—I just didn't know how." It was a lie, she had no idea how to broach the subject.

"No?"

"Then why are we talking about Charlie? I'm with you. I'm happy with you, I'm in love with you." Santana says putting down her food.

Frannie hummed and pulled her hand away, "And your thing with Charlie is over? You'll never be with her again?"

"Charlie will never be the person I want her to be, and I'm not going to spend my life hoping that she grows up. You don't have to worry about me and Charlie." It's a lie but from the brief look of relief on Frannie's face she knows that Frannie believed her. "I'd kiss you, but you know—"

Frannie rolled her eyes, glad that the moment was gone. "Do you want me to help?"

"Can you? I really want this internship."

"Right I'm supposed to support your dreams to be a public servant," Frannie said with a sigh, picking up Santana's cue cards.