Green Oaks was different in the daylight, it was certainly less ominous. In fact, it looked like a regular facility, but that still didn't make her heart stop beating hard in her chest. Surprising Charlie was simply not a good idea. Quinn's slightly crooked nose was a testament to that. But she had finally finished her audit last night and all she wanted to do was tell Charlie about it, to drink some nice wine and lounge in Charlie's arms.

She knew the wine was out of the question but Green Oaks did have relatively nice grounds, and maybe a picnic where she lounged in Charlie's arms wasn't completely out the question. Still, she probably should have called ahead so Charlie would be mentally prepared. Though she doubted that Charlie would punch her in the face like she did with Quinn, it wasn't as if she was graceful.

Taking a deep breath, she opens her car door and grabs the picnic basket, it was silly and she hoped that it was a good day for Charlie to do it, but she wanted to see her girlfriend and eat some food and talk to her. So that was exactly what she was going to do. She enters the building and spots the front desk and heads up to it immediately. "I'm here to see Charlie Fabray."

"Relation?"

"Girlfriend," Santana says easily.

"Well, it says she has some free time right now, which probably means she's in the fitness room. Do you need someone to show you?"

Santana nods, her cheeks burning slightly. The implication was clear. She had never come to visit before and didn't know her way around, "Please," she says and the man nods.

"She's been doing well, she seems happier. Less guarded," he offers as he walks her to the fitness room.

Santana nods absentmindedly as she spots Charlie running on a treadmill, it was clear from the amount of sweat that she had worked up that she had been doing this for a bit and seemed to be completely focused on what she was doing. Which was why she turned to the man before he could distract her. "Wait—"

"Hey Charlie, your girlfriend's here."

It was an instantaneous car wreck, as Charlie turned forgetting where she was as the treadmill keeps moving. Her legs immediately fly out from underneath her and she crashes down onto the treadmill before flying off it.

Santana winces and immediately rushes up to Charlie, who is getting up and she winces at the blood on her elbows and knees. "Shit, Charlie. Are you okay? This was my fault—wait no it's that idiots' fault. But I should have warned you that I was showing up. You're bleeding—"

Charlie blinks twice, regaining her bearings for a moment before leaning in and kissing Santana. It was the only way she knew how to get Santana to stop talking when she was panicked, maybe it's too much but she immediately craves more and it takes a bit of effort from Santana to push her back. "You came," her voice was soft.

Santana clears her throat and gently reaches for Charlie's arms to take a look at the damage, "Not yet." When Charlie's eyes widen at this, she can't help but laugh and kiss her on the cheek. "I'm sorry I surprised you, but you haven't called. And the audit is done and I did say I'd come for a visit, so here I am."

"Here you are," Charlie repeats.

"Is it a good time?" Santana asked. "I mean in general cause you need to get cleaned up—"

Charlie stares at Santana for a moment before looking at her skinned elbows, and finally remembering she was supposed to be in pain. "I didn't want to bother you while you were on the verge of catching the bad guy. You did catch the bad guy, right?"

"I did. It was Dani Harper—" Santana looks up at the man who had switched off the treadmill. "Do you have a first aid kit."

"I'm fine," Charlie said as she stood up gingerly, and helps Santana up. "So, tell me everything."

Santana laughed; she didn't know what Charlie wanted to hear. It wasn't as if this was an action movie. She had a feeling that she'd be disappointed at how boring it was. "It wasn't really a big thing, I handed all the information to my supervisor, and from what I gathered, she was arrested. There weren't any explosions, it really was rather boring. I really just wanted to see you and maybe have a picnic with you."

Charlie hesitates for a moment, it sounded lovely.

Santana notices the hesitation for a moment, and swallows at Charlie's lack of drive. "I mean we don't have to—I should have given you the heads up to prepare."

Charlie blinks for a moment and seems to process that her hesitation had caused Santana to pull away from her. "Is it Chipotle?" She asks after a moment. When Santana doesn't answer she hesitates one more time, and she sighs. "My therapist, Holly, thinks that I can start thinking about coming home."

Santana froze, this was news to her. "And you don't want to?"

"Of course, I do," Charlie admits easily. "I want to see you every day. I'm just—scared. I want to go out and have a picnic with you, but I'm not sure I'm ready and I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore. I really want to come home, and you here right now—my brain is like time to go home, and my heart it is like finally."

A few months ago, she would have been offended that Charlie hadn't taken any chance to come home, and didn't have her bags packed. But Charlie hadn't reacted well when Quinn had surprised her, and Charlie had just begun to talk to her therapist. She didn't want to overwhelm Charlie right now, and if she came home now, that's exactly what would happen. Her parents, Quinn, everyone would swarm her. "I don't think you're ready to come back home full-time," Santana says slowly reaching to grip Charlie's hand, before her shoulders could slump. "We need to ease you back into it, I mean I don't want you to immediately be swarmed by your crazy family and responsibilities. I need you to do this at your own pace. So maybe instead of just moving back in, how about we do weekends? I pick you up in the morning and drop you back Sunday evenings. You come back to this every week, and are supervised."

It was such a simple solution and she wants to nod, but Charlie instead looks at Santana trying to see if she was upset. "You're okay with that?"

"Yes," Santana said firmly, meaning it. So, what if it took another year for Charlie to be fully comfortable in her own skin, the progress she was making was good, and they would need to figure out a plan for when Charlie did come home. "We need to make sure we get this right so when you do finally come home, you never have to leave me again."

Charlie smiles and wraps her arms around Santana, ignoring the fact that she's getting a bit of blood and sweat on them. "I love you," she murmurs to her.

Santana relaxes in Charlie's arms for a moment, this was exactly what she had come from, she sniffs and crinkles her nose. "I love you too, I'd love you more if you showered and put on something nice so we can go for a walk and maybe sit down for a picnic outside. It's a nice day Charlie."

"I'd like that," Charlie says and kisses Santana's forehead. "Give me ten minutes."

"I have all day, take your time," Santana said before watching Charlie scamper off.