Even without Santana's intervention, she could already feel the pain leaving her body. What had once been a sharp pain, was now nothing more than a dull ache. The despair that she had felt the day before when she had thought that Santana had died, was gone and all that was left was a happiness that she was waking up next to Santana. She leans in and gently traces the curve of Santana's back, "I know my love can be the killing kind," Charlie mumbled. She knew it was difficult to love her, god knows how many people simply couldn't. Quinn tried, she knew she did, but she hadn't made it easy.

She had hurt the people she cared about. Quinn, Sam, Santana—how many times had she hurt Santana even unintentionally. She could hear the doubt starting to creep into the deep recesses of her mind, how many times had her father hurt her mother? How many times had she been hurt by him? She didn't have a normal view of what love was and she knew it wasn't fair to link her happiness to being with Santana, but she had. She only felt happy—she only felt normal around Santana.

But she had tried to live without Santana, and the consequences of that were costing her deeply. Dani was a problem of her own making; she should never have gone back to her. She should never have laid hands on her. But Dani had offered a convenient punching bag, a focus of her rage and self-loathing. But she would deal with the Dani situation in due time, she needed to end this.

Santana had proposed to her, and now what she wanted more than anything was to marry Santana and just be happy for the rest of her life. To build that life that she had always wanted with her, maybe they'd get a dog. She was certain she'd like a dog. But to do that she needed to wrap this business up with Titan industries. To do that she needed to get Santana a star witness, and there was only one person who she was certain knew where the bodies were buried. Asking for forgiveness, generally didn't work with Santana, and she doubted that asking permission was the right move to do. But if they were actually trying to make this work, if they were actually going to try and be together through the thick and the thin, she was certain that she would need to be open and honest about things before she did it.

"Charlie?"

She blinks, she hadn't quite known that Santana was awake, her breathing was still rather even. "Yeah?" Charlie asked sliding back down in bed so she was face to face with Santana who finally opened her eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" Santana asked. "The only correct answer is a continuation of what we started last night."

Charlie smiles a bit, "I think your dad hates me now."

"You were thinking about my dad? Should I be worried?" Santana asked in a teasing tone as she gently kisses Charlie. She uses the moment of surprise from Charlie to slowly straddle her hips. She had missed this, missed being satisfied sexually by Charlie and Charlie was damn good at it.

Charlie smiled, "I was just thinking about how you're going to tell him and your mom that you proposed," Charlie said holding up her hand, and revealing the ring that Santana had made for her.

Santana laughed, she didn't think it would go well but she was tired of not feeling a hundred percent, of not being the happiest she could be and that was with Charlie. "We'll do it together, once we've gotten this Titan and Dani nonsense figured out," Santana promised.

"It can be done by today and we can maybe go down to the courthouse and—" Charlie trailed off when Santana gave her a look. "I want this life with you, we can have a wedding anytime, it could be this huge thing a huge celebration if that's what you want, but I want to be your wife."

"Charlie, my parents would actually kill me if I surprised them that you and I were getting married this quickly. Like I mean it, they'd straight up murder me," Santana rolled her eyes when Charlie laughed. She wasn't actually kidding about her parents killing her, they would, especially with all this drama in Charlie's life right now. She sighs and leans back as Charlie brings her legs up so she can have a bit of a back rest. "How did you plan to end this—with Titan?"

"You need a witness, someone who would be a whistleblower, and the only person I know for sure was involved in this is Sue Sylvester. She knew my name, I don't think she's aware that you're alive, or they would have sent people after you—"

"Charlie I'm a federal prosecutor, I was already kidnapped once and it was such a big deal, and they never caught who did it. Even if they know I exist, they can't touch me—"

"It wouldn't be difficult to make it look like a mugging gone wrong Santana. They could easily frame someone else, they had no problem with finding a woman who had the same build as Dani and giving her a bunch of the same tattoos, so that there would be a body," Charlie pointed out.

Santana opened her mouth and closed it, Charlie had a point and she hadn't been careful. She imagined Charlie had done a few things to keep her safe that she wasn't aware off, but she really didn't want to find out what Charlie had done. "Charlie, Sue's had plenty of time to come forward, but she hasn't. What is your plan ask her nicely?" When Charlie smiles, she can't help the shiver that runs down her back for a moment. "You can't torture her Charlie."

"I wasn't."

"Nothing illegal—"

"That I can't promise." Charlie said immediately. There was no point in lying. "Sue Sylvester doesn't deserve to be protected by the law Santana, and she doesn't deserve to get immunity by testifying. I want her feeling scared and looking over her shoulder for the rest of her life, worried about her loved ones and what I might do to them. I want her to beg for jail time just in hopes that it protects her from me."

Santana bit her lip, and let out an annoyed breath. Charlie was right, and if Charlie wanted to be the proverbial stick when it came to dealing with someone like Sue then she would be the carrot. "Then we can't talk about it. I can't know what you're going to do. Just—" she sighs, "just no killing."

Charlie's quiet for a moment before she nods, "I can promise not to kill anyone. What about Dani?"

"Once Dani is back on American soil, then I promise you that I will deal with her legally. Her mother, her friend Matt, I will prosecute them for fraud, amongst other things. I mean they have no money so it's not like you can recoup your legal fees that way. I can't make you whole Charlie, but I can make sure by the end of it you have your good name back and the media is praising you."

"Her mother is suing me by the way."

"Even better," Santana said, it would be easier to wrap this whole thing up in a neat bow. "Once we find Dani, it won't be hard to prove that they knew she was alive, and all of this was some scheme to get money out of you. And then my mom will pretty much get over it, and it's one last thing that we'd have to worry about."

Charlie nodded, "Can I at least tell Quinn that you proposed?"

"No, she still talks to my parents. It's annoying and weird."

Charlie puffed out her cheeks, "I'm going to hire a plane that has a sign that says you proposed to fly all over the city once this is over."

Santana gave Charlie a look, "I take it back, I don't want to marry you anymore," she said gently swatting Charlie. "We'll tell my parents together, and we'll make sure Quinn's in the call or here. Then we can have our wedding like the next day and everything will be good. But before we do that, we really need to make sure that we get our powers working. What happened yesterday can't happen again."

Charlie made a face, "I'll talk to Sam, he's probably calmed down about his place, and he'll probably nerd out once I explain to him that we can't use our abilities at the same time near each other without an explosion. He'll find some comic book and it'll all make sense more or less."

"Is that how you learned how to use your powers? Comic books?"

"Yes. I don't recommend it, at least not with Sam. Tip, you do not need to put your life in danger to test if your powers will activate automatically. They do not."

Santana opened her mouth and then closed it before shaking her head. "I'll take your word for it."

~ O ~

"So, let me make sure I got this, you were using your abilities to rip off Santana's clothes. And you were using your abilities to make sex toys, and you did at the same time and it caused the explosion?" Sam asked looking between them. When Charlie nods he frowns slightly. "How have you two never used your powers at the same time before?"

"Charlie normally prefers taking my clothes off by hand, and we normally have sex toys on hand at both our places?" Santana answers with a shrug. "There's never really been a need to use our abilities at the same time. And it's not like I use my powers for anything more than topping things off. I prefer not to use them."

"And Charlie uses her abilities more often," Sam said the frown deepening for a moment. "Interesting."

Santana leans in and nudges Charlie, "He's talking about our powers, right? Not our sex life?"

Charlie smiled when Sam scowled at them, "I mean, it's probably the closest he's gotten to sex in like forever. I think he's still carrying a torch for Quinn."

"I have a girlfriend!"

"Who lives in Canada," Charlie explains to Santana who snorts. Charlie flashes Sam a smile, "I'm joking Sam. My abilities are working fine. I tested them soon after. I didn't really feel anything different."

Sam turned to Santana, "Charlie's never really told me what your abilities are so—" Sam blinks and stares at the football that's currently in front of him. "You create things."

"More or less," Santana said with a shrug. "I mean I created Charlie's—" Santana trailed off. "Never mind."

Sam shuddered; it was probably a sex thing he didn't want to know about. Charlie was like his sister, of course he was aware that Charlie didn't quite see him like that, but she was. He was happy to be in her little circle of friends, and he was happy to help Charlie try and mitigate the cost of her powers. "Well it's rather simple then isn't it. I've always figured Charlie's abilities were manipulating dark matter to some degree. Santana's abilities are the exact opposite. So, it makes sense that when you're using them in concert with one another then things will explode. It happens all the time in comic books."

Santana turned to Charlie, "I thought you said this would help. I think he's making shit up as he goes along."

"He's been right about most of this stuff so far," Charlie said looking at Santana. "I mean all he does is read science fiction stuff and comic books, it's no wonder he can't get a girlfriend. We should be happy about that."

Santana nodded; Charlie did have a point. She turns to Sam, "You're right I should trust the virgin since this is basically his entire life," she smirks at Sam.

Sam groans, Charlie generally just listened to what he had to say. Now he had to deal with Santana making fun of him as well. "Look, you guys are probably going to be fine, unless you want to figure out how to weaponize using your abilities in tandem like that, I personally suggest that you just go back to what you did before, not using your abilities around each other."

"Okay," Charlie said with a shrug.

Santana frowned, Charlie was probably used to Sam just giving her a bit of information and just going with it but she hadn't been using her powers like that. "Now that you know what my abilities are—what can I do with my powers? I mean Charlie can teleport, she can destroy things rather easily, and make things disappear—I can make coffee, I don't think it's fair that she gets all these super powers."

"It's one super power which she's trained to do multiple things," Sam pointed out but sighs when Santana gives him a pointed look. "I'm not sure, I mean I'd have to do research into your particular ability but in theory if you can make inanimate objects, you should be able living ones, though I imagine the process would be more complex." Sam pauses and looks at Santana, who seemed to be thinking about it. "Do not create living objects Santana, that's highly unethical, and we're not quite sure what the consequences of doing something like that would be."

Santana sighs and reaches down to squeeze Charlie's hand, "Fine, I'll just keep making our sex toys then. It saves us a fortune you know." She can see a quizzical look in Charlie's eye and shrugs her shoulders, it was something that she'd keep in her back pocket and start working on. She'd already made living cells every time she hurt herself and healed her body, she was doing it. How much harder could it possibly to make a plant?