Santana gasped as the wooden sword suddenly flew out of her hands and she dropped to her knees gasping for air, her body glistening with perspiration. She looks up at Charlie who was studying her with that piercing predatory gaze of hers. She didn't say anything, she never said anything, and it was infuriating. As were the bruises on her wrist, shoulders, arms, wrist, hip, thighs, ankle and ass. Everything ached, they'd been at this for days and the only indication that she was getting any better was the fact that Charlie wasn't knocking the sword out of her hands every two seconds. "Am I actually getting better or are you still toying with me?" Santana asks as she forces herself to her feet. Her legs wobble about to give out, she had no idea how long they'd been at it this time.

Charlie merely smiles and walks towards one of the trees and plucks an orange off the branch before tossing it at Santana.

She fumbles the fruit, but manages to catch it and lets her legs give out as she takes the offered break. "You didn't answer my question, and what the hell did I do wrong this time?"

Charlie reaches for the notepad and pen and scribbles something down quickly for Santana and turns the notepad for Santana to read. 'Your form was getting sloppy. Also, yes.'

"Yes? As in I'm getting better or you're just toying with me?" Santana presses.

'Yes.' Charlie underlines the word again and smiles baring her fangs.

"So, both, great." Santana bites into the orange feeling the juices fill her mouth. It really was delicious and she studies Charlie carefully. "So, when am I going to be able to hit you? You know knock your sword from your hands?"

A snort escaped Charlie's lips before she pointed at the fallen sword.

It was a rare sound from Charlie and Santana studies her. Quinn constantly bitched about how Charlie could speak and that her mutism was selective. Having a conversation with her would be a lot simpler than waiting for Charlie to feel like writing something down. She bites her lip and reaches to pick up her fallen sword, stuffing the rest of the orange in her mouth. "How about a bet?"

Charlie cocks her head to the side and Santana can tell she is interested. 'A bet? What good is a bet when I can get you to do almost everything I want.'

"Charlie." Santana groans, "come on. It will be fun."

'Fine. If I win you'll wear whatever I pick out for you without complaining.'

Santana scrunches up her nose in disgust. That wasn't as bad as it could have been, but she's still determined to win. "Fine. But only for the next week."

Charlie thinks it over and then shrugs. 'Deal.'

"But if I win, then you have to try to say something to me."

'Just try?'

Santana notices the devious look on Charlie's face, she should have known that it wouldn't be that easy. "Well, what I really want is for you to actually talk to me. You know instead of writing things down, you just say things to me. I already know you can talk, your sister has bitched—complained about it nearly every day. Don't you think that this would be easier if you could just tell me instead of writing it down?"

'I think I should be able to make gestures at you and you should understand them. My sister does.'

Santana opened her mouth and then frowned slightly, Charlie wasn't going to just give her what she wanted. "Well, yes she does but—how many times has she used the fact that you don't talk against you to get her way?"

Charlie narrowed her eyes for a moment, before writing something down. 'What are the terms of this bet?'

"Easy. I get five chances to land a clean blow. If I do, I win. If I don't you do."

"Five chances? How about one?'

"Three." Santana compromises. That had been her original intention but she had been pretty certain that Charlie was going to try to challenge her at every turn.

'Fine. But you can't complain if something goes wrong. In battle, you don't get do-overs just because something took you by surprise.'

Santana shrugs. She could live with that. Especially since she had already been alerted to the fact that if Charlie really wanted her to wear some ridiculous outfit, she wouldn't have much of a choice. "Deal."

They set up again, Santana bracing herself as she tries to come up with some plan of attack. She fixes her feet, trying to remember everything Charlie has said about her form and waits for the annoying claps. As soon as she hears them, she lunges forward, intent on finally getting the best of Charlie.

But Charlie dispatches of her with an ease that lets Santana know she has been toying with her this entire time. Her ass stings with the slap that she has come to expect. She turns to face Charlie who was ruffling through the notebook and pointing to what she had done wrong.

'You were over-eager.' Charlie shakes her head with an amused smile tossing the notebook aside.

Santana scowls and rubs her ass, "I should also add that if I win, you're going to stop slapping my ass, it has done nothing to you." Charlie had been nearly relentless, every single time she had her back, she struck her ass. "You do realize it's sexual harassment, right?"

Charlie only smiles in return and her eyes dance in mischievous delight as she grabs the notebook and writes something down and turns the pad to Santana. 'It's an easy target.'

Santana's jaw dropped at this, and this time she didn't even wait for Charlie to do that irritating clap thing, she just attacked hoping to catch Charlie off guard. Another mistake as Charlie smacked her wrist hard enough to drop the sword. "Shit." She reaches for it only to have Charlie's sword in her face, causing her to stop. "Come on!" If anything, her frustration only seems to amuse Charlie further, she had thought that Charlie was the nice one. She had been mistaken, Charlie was just as much of an asshole as Quinn was just in a different way. That pleased smile on her face was infuriating.

Charlie holds up two of her fingers and flips through the notebook, tapping on the 'You were over-eager,' line once more. 'Plus, it shouldn't be so difficult to get you riled up. I thought you were smarter than that.'

"You implied that my ass was big," Santana challenges crossing her arms. "I mean I put up with your sexual harassment, because you're teaching me how to defend myself—at least I think that's what you're doing. I think you just enjoy smacking my ass. Cause you're a pervert."

Charlie's eyes narrowed slightly, at this and she scribbled something down on the notepad. 'I am not a pervert.'

"You have sex with your sister." Santana retorted crossing her arm. "I'm not judging you, I don't really care what freaky shit the two of you get up to, but it does make you a pervert. Plus, you keep hitting my ass, which is totally sexual harassment. If you weren't an all-powerful vampire I'd—"

"You'd what?"

Santana spins around and swallows when she spots Quinn standing there, her arms crossed, and an annoyed look on her face. There was a basket beside her, which meant that she was here for her usual gardening session. Almost immediately she hides the wooden sword behind her back. She glances at Charlie who doesn't turn to look at her sister. "Uh—"

Quinn rolled her eyes and turned to her twin, who still had her back to her.

Santana gulped and tried to come up with something else to say. Finally, she smiles weakly. "I'd—uh—expect better of you?"

A smile crosses Charlie's face as she snorts in amusement. When Santana turns to look at her, she pulls the notebook open. She flips through it for a moment before grabbing the pen, 'I'll keep that in mind.'

Santana flushed and glared at Charlie who seemed amused by this. At least the vampire hadn't begun to pet her. "You do that," she finishes lamely, taking a step back when Quinn suddenly steps in between them. The amused look on Charlie's face sours, and for a moment she's sure that a fight will break out.

Quinn slowly extends her hand to touch Charlie's arm gently, rubbing it. "You're still upset with me." It's a statement of fact and it's certainly not an apology. "She's my wife, there are things that I need to do—"

Charlie made a rude gesture in return, before shoving Quinn off her and turning her attention to Santana and motioning for her to get ready again.

Santana flicked her eyes between the Charlie and Quinn. The tension between them was palpable and she swallows. "So maybe I should come back later—you know let you two figure this out." It seems to be the wrong thing to say when Quinn turns to her angrily. "Shit."

"Is that—" Quinn turns her gaze to Charlie, "—did you take that from one of my trees?"

Charlie smirked and nodded, clearly pleased with herself.

"You do realize that if anyone saw her, they'd be well within their rights to kill her. Owning a weapon is a capital offense. Have you lost your damn mind? No. Don't answer that. You're teaching a human to fight, for what reason?"

Santana blinked, she knew it was illegal, but Charlie had seemed eager to teach her and she was now curious herself. She's not sure why she's surprised when Charlie merely shrugs.

"No. I know what you're going to say. But it does matter." Quinn pinched the bridge of her nose. "The Court is coming here. She's a terrorist—"

"For the last time, I'm not a terrorist!" It's become like a broken record, she hadn't hurt anyone. Violence didn't solve the problem if anything it made it worse. "I never hurt anyone, and had I known that William Schuester was planning an attack, I would have reported it. They knew I didn't approve of that."

"Whether or not you killed someone at this point is inconsequential. You can keep saying that you're not a terrorist, but the fact is you were part of a terrorist group. And now my sister thinks that it's a brilliant idea to teach you how to wave a pointy stick around, what's next you're going to take her shooting?"

"It'll probably be easier to teach me that then to teach me to swing a sword around," Santana offers, deciding to ignore Quinn's outrage entirely, it seemed to be the right thing to do because Charlie snorted again.

Quinn stares at Santana and then turns to look at her twin, "I don't see why you find this so amusing. You're going to get her killed. You spent so much effort in keeping her alive and you're teaching her how to fight. If Rachel saw—" Quinn stopped for a moment when Charlie made a gesture. "Is that what this is about? You're jealous. I don't know how getting your pet killed is going to teach me a lesson!"

Santana watched as Charlie made another gesture at Quinn, it was almost dismissive in nature. "You do know that I don't really want to die, right?"

Charlie frowned and picked up her notepad, and scribbled something on the paper. 'Do you honestly think that I'm going to let her hold a sword in front of the other vampires? She'll probably end up poking her own eye out if I did that.'

"You said I was learning!" Santana frowned at Charlie.

"I let you do whatever it is you want most of the time, I take on most of the responsibility and you can't even wait until the summit has passed before you willfully start breaking the laws of the land. Do you want to be demoted again? Would you enjoy being a pawn again? Is that it? You want to lose our lands and our freedom?" Quinn snapped, turning on Charlie quickly. The irritation was written on her face.

'I wasn't the one that caused us to be demoted in the first place. You're the one that 'fell in love' with Rachel. You're the one that's currently sleeping with her in OUR bed. I've decided that Santana is going to be my squire.' Charlie shoved the notepad in Quinn's hand and turned to Santana and nodded at her before clapping her hands once more.

Santana looked between both vampires for a moment, before deciding to get it over with. Charlie was obviously toying with her, "If I'm going to do this, you're actually going to teach me, instead of focusing on my ass, like the pervert you are."

Charlie rolls her eyes at this and motions with her sword to strike, only to have Quinn grab her arm.

"We're not done."

It's the opening she had been looking for and she puts her sword down, and inches towards Charlie carefully, trying not to draw attention to herself.

"Rachel is my wife, it's not as if you haven't had lovers. It's not as if I haven't gotten jealous," Quinn insists. "But I know you, I know that I'm yours just as much as you are mine. We've been through so much together. So, don't sit here and sulk, we are supposed to be figuring out how to get our positions back, in a way that doesn't involve you killing everyone, who stands in our way."

Charlie puffs out her cheeks at that in a huff, but doesn't take her eyes off Quinn.

Quinn continues, now that Charlie finally seems to be paying attention. "I miss you. I promise to burn the bed once things return back to normal. And—I'll let you do that thing that you like to do."

Charlie seems to perk up at this and flashes Quinn a smile, her fangs showing.

Santana flicks her eyes to Quinn for a moment before looking at Charlie's unprotected back. This was going to get her killed, but it would be so worth it. It had better be. She doesn't wind up, if only because she's certain that such wide movements would alert Charlie to her presence. She needed to be quick, quiet and absolutely deadly. If only because she knew that this was a stupid idea. But at this point she really can't help herself. She frowns slightly and presses the sword against Charlie's back. It takes Charlie a moment but she finally tilts her head to stare at her, irritation on her face. "Pretty sure you said, 'In battle you don't get do-overs just because something took you by surprise.' Well you wrote it, but at this point it's the same difference. Told you I'd land a clean hit!"

Charlie raises a brow in disapproval but there is no mistaking the amused smile that she doesn't bother to try and hide. She makes a gesture at Quinn.

"There is a fine line between bravery and stupidity, and I think that she's more on the stupid side. At the very least she's naive," Quinn retorted, narrowing her eyes at Santana for a moment before turning to her sister. "You know you shouldn't gamble. You lose nearly all the time. What was the terms of the bet this time?"

"She has to attempt to talk," Santana answers for Charlie, a pleased smirk on her face, but she pauses for a moment and looks at Quinn. "She can actually talk, right?" That had been the terms of the bet, but from what she knew Charlie would attempt to wiggle out of it.

Quinn studied Santana before turning to look at her twin who seemed amused by this. No one had ever tried to get Charlie to talk, at least not like this. "She can—I can't believe those were the terms of your bet. Charlotte, pay up."

Charlie shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest and looking at Quinn pointedly.

"It's not as if I haven't heard your voice before. Now don't be a sore loser, it sets a bad example for your pet." At Charlie's cleared throat, Quinn rolls her eyes. "Fine. your squire."

"Does this mean that I got a promotion?"

"No," Quinn responds, tightening her grip on Charlie's arm before she can decide to run away. There would be no pinning her down then. She returns her gaze to Charlie. "Charlotte."

"Oh, fuck off Lucy."

Santana whips her head to Charlie for a moment, the hoarse voice had definitely come from her direction. She hadn't been paying attention. It wasn't the sound that she had expected from Charlie, at all. But she supposed it made sense, with "Wait—say it again!"

Charlie glanced at Santana a smug smile on her face and shook her head, before attaching the sword to her hip and deciding to leave the area, as she pulled her arm free from Quinn's grasp and disappeared from the Greenhouse.

"Come on!" Santana shouted to no one in particular and looked at Quinn, who shrugged in response.

"Close up after yourself and if I were you I'd shower. You smell like sweat and dirt." Quinn informed Santana before taking off after Charlotte.

Santana stared at where Quinn had been. They had probably gone somewhere to have sex. Which meant that they had left her to clean up. If this was what it meant to be Charlie's 'squire' then she would rather return to being her pet.