Quinn watched as Charlie and Rachel chatted to each other. She didn't quite understand how Rachel managed to do it, but she generally put Charlie at ease. It bothered her to some extent, Rachel was her chance to finally be happy on her own. To have what Charlie and Santana had even if they were currently broken apart. Despite everyone thinking that it was Rachel that was dragging her feet with this wedding, it was her. How could she marry someone and have all these secrets? She doubted Rachel would go to the police, but Rachel would look at her differently. "Will you two stop flirting in front of me," Quinn said with another sigh.
Rachel smiled, she knew it bothered Quinn, but Charlie was fun, she played along. It was rather fun to get under Quinn's skin sometimes, but a quick look let her know that she wasn't in the mood. "I know this isn't your idea of a fun time Quinn, but this could be very beneficial to my career, and I would like them to know that I have a fiancée. Some of the people on this list, are some of the biggest producers on Broadway."
"I know, I understand that, but I just want people to know you're my fiancée, not Charlie's," Quinn said reaching for Rachel's hand. "I doubt that they'll figure out that we're identical twins."
"I'm sure they'll be able to figure it out," Rachel said looking at Charlie's short hair and Quinn's long one. "You two look nothing alike."
Charlie snorts. "I know, you adore the fact that I have abs. If you want Quinn—"
"Please stop talking," Quinn interrupts, as the car finally comes to a stop.
Charlie turns to look at Rachel, "Sam needs a vacation and a new pet project if you want her to have abs like these call me." She winks at Rachel and steps out of the car when the door is opened for her.
"I know you're in love with my twin, but so you know I'm going to end up murdering her one day in a fit of rage," Quinn says. She blinks when Rachel steals a quick kiss, "You're supposed to be a pacifist," she mutters to her.
"I am, don't kill your sister. You know she has zero interest in me, she just enjoys irritating you. Just like I do," Rachel smiles, looking up when Charlie sticks her head back into the car. "We're coming."
Charlie flicks her eyes to her twin, who rolls her eyes. "Not like you and Santana."
"Shame, you'd be less grumpy." Charlie said dryly.
"She's impossible," Quinn sighs as she steps out and extends a hand to Rachel.
"She's family, and I think she wants you to be happy." Rachel says. "I'm surprised she's in such good spirits to be honest."
"Santana hasn't told her," Quinn whispered to Rachel who looked shocked at the statement. "Don't look so surprised. It's Santana."
"Quinn if it's our wedding and this blows up—"
"I'll handle it."
"I'm not asking you to handle it alone Quinn, I'll be with you. We'll just make sure they're both in Chicago and then we'll hide out somewhere nice for a week."
Quinn laughs and takes Rachel's arm in hers, "You're right, I'm not alone," she says as she turns to look at the Hotel, "Is it terrible that I don't really want to spend thousands upon thousands of dollars on this event. Yeah Charity is important, but this is just a bunch of super rich people networking and entering a pissing match with one another."
"You're right of course, why do you think I've been working Charlie so hard all evening. We won't have to spend a penny at this event. We can look fabulously wealthy and like we belong."
Quinn laughed, causing Charlie to turn to look at them. "I love you," she mumbles.
"I love you more," Rachel says with a smile.
Charlie rolled her eyes as she checked in, watching as both Quinn and Rachel managed to grab a glass of champagne. She ran a hand through her hair and stops one of the servers. "Something non-alcoholic?"
"You can get it at the bar," the server.
Charlie nods and turns to Rachel and Quinn to let them know, where she was going but they were gone, and she scans the room to see that Rachel is talking to an old man rather animatedly. She groans and heads to the bar by herself, she was right this was not her scene. "Water please," she says towards the bartender.
"Not a drinker?"
Charlie blinks and turns to look at the person who spoke, "Not anymore. Empty calories, my personal trainer is rather sadistic at times," Charlie said taking the water and turning her body, so she could face the person properly.
"Charlie Fabray, right? You were in Forbes. CEO of a logistics company, which you started in high school? Impressive."
Charlie nodded, "One of my senior executives made me go," Charlie says taking a sip of her water. "I'm sorry you have me at a disadvantage—"
"Sue, Sue Sylvester," Sue said extending her hand. "You should probably pay a bit more attention to politics, I ran for president as a Republican."
Charlie didn't say anything immediately before smiling at Sue and shaking the outstretched hand, "Since I didn't get vetted by the Secret Service, I'm going to assume that you lost?"
"I did, didn't even get past the primary," Sue chuckles. "Whatever public service isn't for me, I'd much rather be in the one percent. You understand how it is don't you?"
"I do," Charlie says after a moment. "There are a lot of things I did to get to where I am today. But you have to eat, and I had to help my sister through school. Now I run a logistics company."
"Because you pulled yourself up by your bootstraps, it's the American dream. And America is great." Sue said motioning for the bartender.
Charlie doesn't say anything, "So what exactly is it that you do? Who do you work for? Those are the types of questions you're supposed to ask at these things? I apologize, I'm new to this whole Networking thing, the real brains behind my operation is CAO. He's also the one making me learn to do this."
"You're looking at the new VP of Titan Industries Research and Development, it's been a long time coming. The previous VP was killed in a mugging gone wrong."
"My condolences," Charlie said as Rachel enters her peripheral vision dragging Quinn with her. "It was a pleasure to talk to you, but I must see what my future sister-in-law wants."
"Before you go, how did you do it?"
Charlie stops and turns to look at Sue, "Excuse me?"
Sue gently stirred her drink in her hand. "I never forget a face experiment number 1875. Were you the only one that lived?"
Charlie's smile is almost demonic as she looks at Sue. "I am," She says calmly. "Thank you for the confirmation that I need. Now if you'll—" Sue grabbed onto her arm stopping her and forcing Charlie to look at her.
"How?"
"How?" Charlie repeats, leaning in and whispering into Sue's ear. "The same way I'm going to kill you," she wrenches her arm free and turns to head to Rachel and Quinn pushing a smile onto her face. Her skin tingled in anticipation and she could feel her heart rate starting to pick up.