"I am painfully aware that you have listened to very few of my suggestions or ideas. Yet for some reason I continue to waste my breath, in the hopes that you could possibly make my life easier," Blaine frowned as he adjusted his coat.

"So, don't," Santana interrupts as she fiddles with the notebook and the pen in her hands. "Charlie actually likes me."

Blaine frowned, "While I am sure that they don't care if you call them by their given names, that familiarity can't continue in front of the rest of the court. You are not they're equal, you are a pet—that's being incredibly generous. What you are is a prisoner, you're only alive based on their whims. While I don't purport to know let alone understand everything that goes through their mind, they are doing you a great disservice by letting you run around without giving you the information you need to survive. So, while you work on getting her eminence back inside, you also need to get to work on having her inform you of what is needed of you. Which means that you need to embrace your role—"

"Like hell I am," Santana snaps at him.

Blaine sighed this time, but continued as if she hadn't spoken. "At least until the rest of the court has gone back to their respective territories Santana. Everyone is doing it, and if you weren't so self-centered you'd see it. Even her eminence is doing something she doesn't want too. You think she wants to see her sister with Rachel? To hear them? Of course not, but self-isolation is not good for our kind. So, stop being selfish and just accept it. Once they leave you can be your belligerent self."

Santana stared at Blaine, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him. She still didn't like him or trust him, "Whatever," she says dismissively. "So, where is she?"

Blaine stared at Santana, little emotion on his face. He takes a step away to usher her through the door to the roof, when he stops and looks at her. "You can't go up there empty handed."

Santana frowned when he disappeared from her vision, and glanced around. Suddenly feeling exposed. She shifts uncomfortably and waits; Charlie or Quinn would have been back by now.

"Here."

Santana jumps and whips around to where Blaine is holding a brown paper bag, and from the smell it was filled with sugary treats to tempt Charlie with. "Don't do that." She snatches the bag from Blaine who doesn't look the least big apologetic, if anything he looks smug. She turns on her heels and pushes open the balcony door and steps out. The doors click close behind her and she doesn't need to turn around to know that Blaine is watching her go. Which only makes her feel more like the sacrificial lamb. "Fuck it's cold," she bitches mostly to herself as she follows the balcony till she reaches the end. She looks around, looking for some stairs or a ladder to climb onto the actual roof, but there is none. Of course, there wasn't. They were vampires. She looks up at the roof. "Hey, I know you're up there!" She finally calls up.

There's the sound of snow moving, before Charlie lands on the railing of the balcony in a crouched position.

Santana stumbles back immediately falling on her ass, Charlie's eyes were doing that freakish glowing thing, and her fangs were out, not to mention there was a sword strapped to her side. "Why must you do that? Fucking scared me," she says holding up the bag of treats and waving them in front of Charlie. It seems to bring the vampire back to reality as she smiles and reaches for the bag. "But—can we go somewhere warm? The cold might not bother you vampires but I'm cold already and now there's snow in places where there shouldn't be snow."

Charlie stares for a moment before the amused smile is back on her features, and she hops down off the railing and takes a step towards Santana.

Immediately Santana grips the bag tighter, unsure of what Charlie's master plan was. She had no doubt that Charlie could simply take the bag of treats. "Look, all I'm saying is that the cold may not—what are you doing!" She shouted as Charlie scooped her up in her arms, carrying her bridal style. She doesn't expect Charlie to hop back onto the railing and flash her another amused smile. "Are you going to jump? We're at least three stories up in the air—don't you dare—" She screamed and immediately buried herself into Charlie's chest, as Charlie stepped off the balcony railing.

Her stomach does a flip in the free fall, and she waits for the bone crushing impact. There is none, and she can't help but pull her head from Charlie's chest, only to realize that they were currently standing in one of Quinn's greenhouses. She feels the warmth only a second later, and she immediately scrambles out of Charlie's arms, landing on the ground with a soft thud. She winces but pushes herself to her feet, and even with her hands full with the notebook, pen and the snacks she turns to Charlie and immediately smacks her with the notebook without thinking. "Are you insane?"

Charlie blinks in response and then looks at her arm where the notebook had struck her, confusion on her face before she turned her attention back to Santana and frowned at her.

It takes her a moment before it catches up with her and she stumbles back unsure of how the next few moments are going to go. She had just hit a Regent, it hadn't been hard, or anything but—she had just hit a Regent. "You jumped off a building! You could have been hurt—or worse I could have been hurt!" It was best to go on the defense. She winces when Charlie's hand shoots forth but instead of feeling indescribable pain, the brown paper bag is taken from her grasp. She watches as Charlie opens the bag and picks out some chocolate and takes a bite.

Charlie holds out the chocolate piece for Santana like she didn't have a care in the world.

Santana bats Charlie's hand away, scowling. "You do realize that I am not a pet, right? Like you understand that I'm sentient and intelligent, right?" When Charlie doesn't answer, her she sighs. "I brought a notepad and a pen so we can talk."

Charlie shook her head and made a face at her.

Santana groaned, "I'm not just here because your sister sent me to babysit you. I actually do want to talk to you about stuff. I mean I didn't know that you were a knight."

Charlie shrugs and stuffs the rest of the chocolate piece in her mouth, licking the melted remains off her fingers. She takes a seat on a pile of fertilizer and goes back to digging in the bag for more chocolate.

Santana groans, she didn't want to make this a thing but Charlie was obviously throwing a tantrum. "I don't know a lot of things, and I want to learn more. I mean I know that you saved me and that there are costs associated with that, Blaine makes that clear every single day. So, I thought that maybe you could I dunno—tell me? Or show me? I mean you were a knight, and I've seen you with that sword—you're probably really good with that thing, right?"

Charlie immediately pulls out the sword that's attached to her hip and she waves it around a grin on her face.

Santana groans, Charlie really was like a child when it came to her attention span. She needed to get her to focus, "Maybe you can teach me how to use a sword? That would be cool. I mean you were a knight I could be like your squire or whatever."

Charlie's grin widens and Santana immediately thinks this must have been a terrible idea. Suddenly, the too warm greenhouse seems almost stifling.

But Charlie seems to feel it too. She looks around, huffing with a flare of irritation before she shucks off her jacket quickly.

Santana's never seen Charlie in anything less than several layers of clothing, but shedding her jacket is apparently still not good enough. It's only a matter of seconds before Charlie's top is covered only by a thin camisole of some extravagant fabric that Santana probably couldn't even name.

Santana's eyes are practically forced to zoom in on Charlie's' taut tight stomach and perfect breasts. "So, what, you want to show me, naked?" She certainly wouldn't mind.

Charlie's eyes are filled with amusement and shakes her head. The movement is enough for Santana to snap out of her trance. She forces her eyes upward, past Charlie's unimaginably unfair breasts up to her collarbone until a thick long white jagged scar suddenly comes into view at the base of Charlie's neck. She can't help but stare, was that the reason that Charlie didn't talk? "What happened?" When Charlie doesn't answer, she reaches out to touch the scar, feeling the vampire stiffen under her touch. Charlie immediately pulls back and reaches for one of her clothes. She was embarrassed by it. Now that she thought back, Charlie generally wore turtlenecks, while Quinn didn't. It suddenly made sense. "I won't tell anyone. I just—is this why you can't talk?"

Charlie reacts and bares her fangs at Santana.

Santana blinks and reaches and pats Charlie's shoulder, for once she's not actually scared. Charlie was only lashing out in embarrassment. "It's really only scary when your eyes glow, and they're you know all weird looking like a cat's. I don't know if you're actually going to strike or not." Santana holds out the notepad again. "So—now can we talk?"

Charlie lets out an exasperated sigh and grabs the pen and notepad from her. 'The person who did this has been dead for so long that his body has turned to dust.'

"But—why?"

'An assassination attempt when I was human. The wound healed long before I was turned. It is not something that I wish to relive or think about so I don't. Now can we move on to the more important things. You becoming my squire.'

Santana winced, "You are aware that as a human I'm not actually allowed to have any weapons, right? They are your laws."

'I'm aware, but it will piss off my sister so let's do it.'

Santana hesitated, "You mean the sister that really doesn't like me and is probably looking for any excuse to kill me?" Charlie nods at this and she resists the urge to simply turn around and walk away. "Fine, I'll agree to this but that's only if you teach me how to behave when it comes time to dealing with the Red Court. You're not always going to be there."

Charlie makes a face and begins to write quickly, filling out half the page and handing the notebook to Santana. 'You're going to need to understand how the court works first. Most vampires are simply members of the red court, they are unimportant. Josh, Hunter, Clint, Blaine, they are not important, they do not make decisions. However, they can move up in the ranks, especially if they are strong, or they have proven themselves to be useful. The lowest rank is the pawn, Rachel is one of them. She has proven herself to be useful to the court. Then there are Rooks, which is what my sister and I are currently at. The rank above that s the knight, I was the Red Court's knight for a few centuries until I was demoted to the rank of rook. The rank above knight is the bishop, which was my sister's position. She got demoted two ranks to become a rook. Above that is the King and Queen. That's all you really need to know. Avoid the King and Queen, don't talk back and don't look at them and you should be fine. Now sword lessons.'

Santana looked up from the notebook to Charlie holding a large stick in her hand and she winces. "Your sister is going to murder you and then me."

Charlie looks up at her and grins tossing her the branch. 'Good. Now the most important thing is the stance. Show me." Charlie shows Santana the notepad and watches as Santana holds the makeshift sword in front of her. Charlie blinks and turns back to the notepad. 'Terrible.' She puts the notepad down and unhooks her sword from her belt, placing it down on the ground before approaching Santana and gently adjusting her body. Gripping her arms and adjusting them, before gently fixing her feet until she's in an acceptable position. Charlie takes a step back and then grabs the notebook. And her sword before turning to face Santana. 'Okay when I clap, you attack I'll defend.'

Santana nod, shaking away her embarrassment at the fact that Charlie's breasts had brushed against her back while she had adjusted her posture. She immediately lunges forward when Charlie claps only to have Charlie sidestep her and trip her with her sheathed sword. She jumps when there's a hard smack on her ass by the flat of the sword and she turns to glare at Charlie. "No one said anything about sexual harassment!"

Charlie laughed at this, and picked up the pen and paper. 'This is how I learned, also your form was terrible. You left yourself open. Basically, if this was a real fight you'd be dead. Let's do it again, don't rush at me. Take a step forward with your left foot and then right, keep your body low. Slow and steady. Also, don't swing so wildly. I will have a wooden sword made for you next time.'

Santana rubbed her ass that strike had hurt. But Charlie seemed eager to go again. She sighed and readjusted herself only to have Charlie enter her personal space and make sure that her form was right. Her cheeks burned when Charlie slipped behind her and pressed her body against hers so she could adjust her grip on the tree branch. Suddenly she was gone and had reappeared in front of her with her sheathed sword out. She clapped her hands once more.

Once again, she pushed herself forward, this time slowing down so Charlie couldn't use her momentum against her. She swung her makeshift sword which collided with Charlie's sheathed sword. Immediately she tried to do it again, pulling the sword back so she could hit Charlie's sword again. But Charlie moved hers quickly smacking her wrists hard and causing her to drop the stick. "Ow!" She rubbed her wrists. "Are you just going to hit me?"

'Pain is an excellent motivator so you don't make the same mistake twice. I just said don't swing wildly, when you're locked up like that raising the sword above your head like that could get you killed. Or you know you could lose your hands if you're not careful. Now pick it up and try again."

Santana groaned and rubbed her wrist, this had definitely been a mistake.