"I still think we should have gone with a neutral party, like Frannie," Santana muttered to Charlie who was reaching for another breadstick. It was difficult to find an Italian restaurant that offered vegan options as well as enough meat for Charlie to not complain about the lack of meat.

"Is Quinn's nose crooked?" Charlie asks with an amused crooked smile playing on her lips. When she gets gently prodded in the stomach, she shrugs her shoulders, "We did tell Frannie, and we invited her to lunch and she told us unless she was getting paid, she doesn't deal with crazy people."

Santana scowled at the memory and reached for Charlie's hand immediately. "Bitch hung up on me."

"You started cursing at her in Spanish Santana, she's been known to do that," Charlie said easily, still smiling. Santana would never understand that it was just Frannie, she'd be more concerned if Frannie was treating her with kids gloves, she was glad that nothing had changed there.

"She shouldn't have said that to you."

"You just haven't cracked the code yet, that was Frannie telling me that she's glad that I was okay," Charlie explained. "I'd feel weird if Frannie started being mad at me or treating me any differently, and she knew that, so her being her was the only thing she could do to let me know that she was glad that I was better."

Santana shook her head, she would never understand the craziness that was the Fabray family, at least Quinn and Charlie were semi-normal. "Still, it wouldn't have killed her to say something nice."

"Yes, it would have, and then I would have felt guilty," Charlie said as she tilts her head when she hears Rachel's chatter and she takes a deep breath. She hadn't spoken to Quinn or seen her since the Broadway debacle. She leans into Santana, "Remember I've been scarred for life so we can no longer see any of Rachel's performances."

Santana snorted, she wished that would work but Rachel would get offended and then move from being hands off with Charlie to trying to fix her so she could enjoy her performances. "We are not telling them that," Santana whispers.

"Charlie?" Quinn whispered finally spotting her twin for the first time. "What are you—?" Quinn turns to look at Santana who waved. She had been set-up, and she immediately clutches her nose. She had been lucky it had been clean or she might have had a crooked nose.

"Hey Rachel, sorry about last time," Charlie said waving at Rachel who beamed at her.

"I don't blame you at all," Rachel said immediately moving to sit down. She turns to look at Quinn who is staring at Charlie suspiciously. "She's not going to hit you."

"I mean—" Charlie began only for Santana to clear her throat. "Fine, I'm not going to punch you in the face. I actually have something for you." Charlie said sliding the envelope across the table towards Rachel and Quinn who had finally taken a seat beside her wife.

Quinn glanced at the envelope, and looked at her twin for a moment. "How long has this been going on for?" she asked nodding to the fact that Santana was looking rather cozy leaning against Charlie. Charlie looked healthy, and it looked like she had spent some time out in the sun.

Santana rolled her eyes, "We've been easing Charlie back into her old life, it's been a month of picking her up on weekends. Excuse us for wanting to have some time to have as much sex as humanly possible. Would you like to know every position and place she took me in?" Santana asked her voice flat, and she smirks when Rachel flushes. "Rachel wants to know."

Quinn turned to look at Rachel who shrugged, coughed and looked away. "Seriously? You couldn't even tell me that you were—"

"I was mad at you for the stunt you pulled. You don't know what it's like to be in my head and you thought it was a good idea to surprise me with the one person that I wasn't ready to see yet. The fact that it worked and made me work harder to get better doesn't make what you did okay." Charlie explained with a shake of her head. "I wanted to spend time with Santana without you—" Charlie makes a gesture with her hands, the words escaping her at the moment.

"You were too much, and she didn't want you getting your hopes up if she had a relapse." Santana finishes for Charlie.

Quinn bit her lip and winced when Rachel pinched her leg, "I'm sorry about before."

"I know," Charlie shrugged. "I'm sorry for breaking your face."

Quinn raised a brow at the comment but decided to let it go, and nods towards the white envelope. "Wedding invitation or money?"

"Latter," Charlie said. "It cost a mini fortune to keep me in Green Oaks, and it took some time to untangle some of my money from the trust. But it's all there." Charlie was quiet for a moment waiting for Quinn to do something when Santana elbows her and she scowls. "Thank you. Thank you for coming to visit me for pushing, even if you were impossible sometimes—thank you for being there."

Quinn made a face; she wasn't supposed to tell Charlie this but she couldn't take Charlie's money. She hadn't really paid anything at all. "I can't take this money; we didn't pay for your treatment. Dad did, I just facilitated the payments. I'm not supposed to tell you this, because you know how he is."

Santana paused when Charlie went rigid, this was news to her. She had assumed that Quinn had taken care of it because it was something that Quinn would do. This revelation was why she had wanted to keep Charlie to herself, and she reaches to gently rub Charlie's back. "Well, give it to him then." This wasn't a massive problem, and Quinn hadn't needed to tell Charlie.

"I was under the opinion that I was the family shame."

"Well—" Quinn began.

"Lucy Quinn Fabray."

"Oh, come on Rachel, she was that before this whole incident. That still hasn't changed, but you're still his daughter and he loves you. I assume, it's hard to tell with dad sometimes. Plus, mom threatened to divorce him if he didn't fix it, because you're her baby, and she blamed him for not doing more for you. I don't know. So really, it's more mom, than dad."

Charlie reaches for the envelope and rips it open and reaches for Santana's purse, to grab a pen and takes roots around for a moment till she finds something she could write on, and scrawls something onto the paper and draws a little hand with the middle finger stuck up, before slipping it into the envelope.

"That was a mature response," Quinn said flatly, as Charlie shoves it back at her.

"Quinn," Rachel sighs.

"So is the fact that—" Charlie stops when Santana places a hand on her knee and squeezes it. She scowls. "Just give it to him."

"Still not your mailman," Quinn retorted but takes the envelope anyway. "This is the last time," she informs Charlie. She picks up a menu for a moment, aware that there was an awkward tension in the air that she needed to diffuse before Charlie attempted to break her nose again. "Rachel and I are trying to get pregnant."

Santana blinked and then recoiled. "A lizard-hobbit child? What is wrong with you?"

At this Charlie snorts, causing everyone at the table to look at her. Her irritation gone as she begins to chuckle before laughing openly.

Santana rolled her eyes but smiles, what she had said hadn't been that funny, but she shrugs when Quinn looks at her. Charlie was doing better, that's all that mattered. The lows were no longer as low as they had been and the highs were only getting higher.