Santana pulled out her phone to look at the message from Charlie one last time as she entered the elevator that would take her to Charlie's apartment. My place. It was a summons, which had come right after a long day at work. The only reason she had chosen to show up was because she was curious about Charlie's audacity. She was lucky that Frannie had cancelled their dinner for the night due to a deposition that was running late. Which was the only reason she was even stopping by.

The elevator dings, and she steps out, pausing at the fact that Charlie's door was ajar. She hesitates for a moment before pushing the door open wide, she could hear the steady almost rhythmic beating of Charlie using her punching bag and she sighs. Family drama, probably Russell drama she could handle that. She makes her way to the makeshift gym after grabbing some water from Charlie's fridge. She watches Charlie move dancing around the heavy bag for a moment and bites her lip slightly. Feeling that pull from being around Charlie, "So what did your father do this time?"

Charlie stops moving catching the heavy bag and turning to look at Santana, "This has nothing to do with my father." It was funny she had been keeping him under surveillance to make sure that her newest sister was safe from him, she had never seen this particular betrayal coming.

"Okay so then what's this—"

"I know."

Santana blinked twice, before frowning. "Look Charlie, I've got a bunch of shit to do, if you're going to be cryptic, then I'm just going to leave. I do not have time for cryptic bullshit." With that, Santana crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes at Charlie.

Charlie pulled off her gloves and tossed them onto a wooden bench. "Have you heard of Titan Industries?" She asked her voice even as she brushes by Santana and heads to the kitchen.

Santana frowned, she knew a power move when she saw one. This wasn't Charlie's usual behavior, but she'd play along for now. "No? Is that some giant acquisition you're about to make—"

"They're the ones responsible," Charlie answered briskly. She turns ever so slightly, noting that Santana's body had gone rigid. She waits and pours herself a drink, studying Santana carefully.

"I—" Her throat goes dry and she looks at Charlie, no wonder she'd been cryptic on the phone and no wonder she was acting odd. "How are you certain?"

Charlie takes a sip of her drink. "Sue Sylvester that name ring any bells? Probably not it was years ago. She's the new VP of Titan Industries Research and Development. She casually mentioned my experiment number. In other words, she recognized me. Never forgets a face, she said. I promised to kill her. I simply haven't gotten around to it yet."

There was a cavalier way in which Charlie said those words, that causes her to shudder. "Absolutely not, we can't just go around killing people."

"You can't go around killing people." Charlie corrects. "I have absolutely no problem doing such a thing."

There was an edge to her voice and Santana frowns, "You've been using your abilities—"

"I'm not spiraling," Charlie snapped at her slamming her hand hard against the countertop, causing a crack to appear in the granite. She looks at it for a moment making a face and pulling her hand back.

Santana places her hand on the crack and fixes it, filling the gaps as she looks at Charlie, "Okay Rambo, you're not spiraling. Look this is huge news and you're not taking it well."

"I've known for weeks, I would have told you immediately, but I didn't want to put you in their cross-hairs. They started surveilling me don't worry I handled it." Charlie said simply as she motions to the folder that was on the coffee table.

Santana makes a face, "You've known for weeks and you didn't tell me?" she asked moving to check the folder. "What if I was in danger or—"

"That's why I didn't show up at your place, to protect you. I was always going to tell you—"

"When? Before or after you murdered everyone." Santana says as she flicks open the folder, her heart drops when she sees a photo of her leaving from the office. "They know about me?"

"As far as I'm aware no," Charlie said. "My guy put you under surveillance, to make sure that if they found you I'd know immediately."

"You were watching me?" She felt violated at the information, Charlie was an ex how could she possibly think that it was okay?

"You don't get to be angry today Santana, I know." With that Charlie marched over and placed her hand on the photos in the folder and moved them until the photo of her and Frannie kissing is shown.

Santana stared at the photo in question for a moment, feeling her heart drop into her stomach. She swallows though it feels heavy in her throat, she couldn't look at Charlie. "I tried to tell you. I wanted to tell you, but you didn't want to hear it."

"Really. Really, you're going to try and blame this on me?" Charlie snapped angrily knocking over the photos onto the ground. A large crack suddenly appears in Charlie's television causing Santana to jump.

She didn't know what she had expected when Charlie found out. Probably more yelling, tears, some emotion that she could understand. Sure, Charlie sounded angry, but it had been heavily reigned in and that made the situation far more troubling. "Charlie," Santana said turning to look at her. "I can explain."

It's a confirmation of sorts and Charlie pulls back, her shoulders slumping as she clenches her fist. "So, you fucking knew who she was and let her fuck you anyway."

Santana licked her lips, there was no point in trying to explain her side of things, Charlie would only hear what she wanted. She should have said something, she should have made Charlie listen before she had found out like this. "Charlie let me—"

"So, tell me, when we fucked the last time, were you with her?" When Santana looks away, it's the only answer she needs and the dam breaks. "Of all the people on this fucking planet, why the fuck did it need to be Frannie?"

Santana immediately grabbed Charlie's hand holding onto it tightly, hoping that their connection would stop Charlie from spiralling further down the hill. "Charlie, I'm sorry. I should have said something, I should have broken up with her after I found out who she was—"

Charlie jerks her hand away, "But you didn't. Tell me does she fuck you better than I do? Is that why you're with her? Or is it because Frannie is so god damn perfect?"

Santana moved to get up, "Charlie this is on me—"

"Did Quinn know?"

"No," it's a lie, but she needed to contain this situation. She needed to keep Charlie's anger focused completely on her. "Quinn didn't know."

"You're lying," Charlie said immediately, her mind racing. "They knew when they showed up at my place last, that's why you wanted to talk about their stupid wedding."

"Charlie—" Santana says reaching for Charlie again, only for Charlie to swat her hands away. It doesn't stop her from trying again, "I'm sorry. I should have told you. Quinn demanded that I tell you, but I didn't want you to think—"

"That she's better than me?" Charlie scoffed shoving Santana away and pulling back as the rage builds up, before it quickly flatlined. She knew exactly how to make this go away, how to make Frannie go away. "I'm going to kill her," she said plainly.

Santana swallows, she didn't want to ask Charlie to elaborate as she pulls Charlie close and leans up to kiss her, praying that this would work. But instead she gets shoved back hard, as she lands on the couch. She had definitely thought it would work, using their bond to calm Charlie down but it hadn't. Charlie looked enraged and things in the room begin to crack and bend over. "You don't have to kill Frannie Charlie, I'll break up with her I'll never see her again. I'll be just yours, that's what you want right—"

"Is that what you think I want? You think I'm upset that you're dating someone else? I was fine, I was dealing with it, I was giving you your fucking space because I could handle it like a goddamn adult. What I can't handle is you fucking my sister Santana." Charlie snaps, she shakes her head, maybe it was the first time she was seeing Santana. She had assumed that Santana had loved her but that was clearly false. Everything she knew was a lie. All the people that she was supposed to trust were liars and traitors. And she couldn't trust anyone anymore. "You know what keep her." She suddenly felt mentally fatigued. As far as she was concerned she was done trying to protect people who didn't give a shit about how she felt about things. With all the strength she could muster she opened a portal into the void and walked in, closing it before Santana could follow her.

Santana stared at where Charlie had just been, dumbfounded. It takes her a moment to pick up her phone and text Frannie to make sure that she wasn't dead. It doesn't take more than a second later till Frannie texts back and Santana lets out a sigh of relief.

~O~

Things were going well for Sue Sylvester, it wouldn't be long until she could rise through the corporate ranks once again. She flicked her eyes over the data that they had collected on Experiment 1875, if they could figure out why she was alive then it was possible that they could finally figure out how to go into the singularity unharmed.

Kidnapping a CEO of a logistics company on the other hand would be difficult, Charlotte Fabray's profile was only growing and there would be questions asked and an investigation. There would be too many eyes on this case if Charlie suddenly disappeared. Which meant that they needed to proceed with caution.

She looks up at her phone that's ringing on her desk and picks it up, perhaps it was the CEO with more good news. "This is Sue," she says plainly, listening intently as a panicked voice fills her ear. She yanks the phone back for a moment, "Calm down," she barks into the phone, and waits while the person on the other line takes a deep breath.

'They're all dead.'

Sue frowned, "What? Who is dead?" Charlie Fabray had a rough past, but she was a CEO, there was no way she got her hands dirty.

'We lost track of her, there seemed to be some sort of incident at the Dimensional Deliveries main HQ, entire building was evacuated tremors or something—but we lost track of her. That's when all the radios begin to go silent. I went to check on them—every man and woman who was surveilling her, they're gone Sue.'

"That doesn't mean that they're dead, they could have just been taken—"

'Sue, there was a body part at each location, an arm—a leg, a head—cleanly cut this was in broad daylight. They're all dead.'

Sue's mouth went dry and her eyes widened, Charlie had made it very clear that she was coming for her, and it was clear she had the means to do so. Maybe she knew a cartel or something of the sort.

'Sue? What do you want us to do—'

"Pull back, every team that you have on her pull back. Consider this matter closed for now." Sue said the more bodies that dropped, the more attention it would bring on the company. For now, she would need to look into Dimension Deliveries and more closely into Charlie Fabray. She'd also need to increase her security ten-fold.

She had thought that Charlie had been bluffing when she had uttered that death threat, but to see a team of former cops, soldiers and mercenaries wiped out so completely in broad daylight no less—it terrified the crap out of her. Who was Charlie working with? Who had that type of fire power?