AN: Hmm 4 more chapters. Now I will say this about death to my hometown, it was meant to be bigger. A lot bigger a bit more politics based, all that jazz. This story is like about a year old, as in I finished this story a year or so ago. Honestly I write so much I can't pinpoint when it was finished, or why I chose to cut out some of the stuff. Some of you have been asking about Charlie and Quinn why are they so different. I've always had it in my mind that vampires that there are different type of vampires. Charlie and Quinn are simply a different breed, more demon than vampire. They don't have a sire. I had this whole religion side story but I chose to save that for another story Home. Which is also complete, and will show up next year at some point probably so keep reading.

Anyway I also once again wanted to make a call for someone to keep me on track, covid has sort of caused my ususal gang to be super busy and I'm currently writing a what if that needs me to bounce ideas off a person, I'm only 1.5 chapters in so it's not like Giants and it's not like Greatest Change, which are stories I'm currently writing. So if you wanna read stories months before they arrive on fanfiction, and you want to help me develop stories or see how my mind works, send me a line.


Living with her parents for the past month had been odd, but at the very least her father was back and he seemed normal. She knew she should feel guilty about keeping a close eye on him, but he wasn't spouting nonsense about humanity first, and he wasn't plotting to blow himself up. Instead he was talking about possible ideas that they could pitch to the twins when they finally resurfaced.

The most irritating thing about this whole scenario was that she missed them. Charlie and Quinn, she missed them terribly. Charlie's hoarse voice, and her weird hand motions when she didn't feel like talking. She even missed Quinn's general smugness and how she thought she knew everything. It wasn't just them either, she missed Sam as well, and she honestly hoped that he was doing better now that he was missing a paw. They were her weird family and she simply wanted to go back to them, even if she knew by the time she spent nearly five minutes around them they'd do something to irritate her.

Maribel nudged her daughter gently, "You need to eat mija."

Santana blinks, as she's dragged from her thoughts, and looks down at her plate. She definitely missed the little cakes that Charlie made Blaine make for her. And the fresh fruit that Quinn always made sure she had. "There should be gardens, like we should be able to grow various fruits and veggies. If you're going to sell it to the twins, then I suggest you couch it in the blood will taste better, and they can increase what they charge to the other states, bringing increased revenue, which they can spend on the humans. It'll be better than increasing taxes on the shifters. Then they can't argue how their taxes are used for humans. If anything, we'll be bringing more revenue into the state."

"That's an excellent idea mija—" There's a firm knock on the door cutting Miguel and he flinches.

"It's okay. It'll be okay," Santana says as she gets up to check the door. She freezes for a moment when she spots the twins standing on her doorstep. They could get in if they wanted to without knocking, at the very least they were respecting her parent's house. She opens the door and stares at them. "Shouldn't one of you be watching Emma?"

"We're still not done interrogating her. But after working for a month non-stop Blaine has finally made the manor inhabitable again. Which means we're moving back." Quinn says calmly.

Santana immediately stops Charlie from ducking under her arm and trying to move into her house. Her father was still jumpy around vampires. "Congrats—"

"What I mean is pack your things," Quinn interrupts in a bored tone. "This wasn't a permanent arrangement and you know it wasn't."

Santana stares at Quinn for a moment and swats at Charlie as she tries to make another attempt to get into her house. "No."

"It's almost adorable that you think you have a choice," Quinn said a small smile crossing her features.

"No. As far as I'm concerned, I should get a pardon or something, everything was Emma's fault. You know this now, I'm not a terrorist—" Santana finally gave up allowing Charlie into her house, turning to watch her go bounding towards the kitchen.

"You blew up the manor."

"Under duress," Santana snaps back.

"Santana!"

"Just let her have my plate!" Santana barks out shaking her head. She didn't mind that Charlie was in the mood to eat, it was probably easier for her parents to know that Charlie didn't really drink blood.

"You blew up our manor, vampires died."

"Ones that you don't care about, I'm not being punished anymore. I'm not your pet! I am not going to be dragged back to be your pet. If I'm going to come back it's with a position or something."

Quinn smirked, "Don't be ridiculous Santana, you're a known terrorist. I can't just give you a position."

Santana narrowed her eyes, Quinn was doing this to rile her up. "Then I'm not going to go back to the manor and live in my tiny room—" she stumbles back as Quinn's hands suddenly wrap around her waist and she can see the devilish look on her face. "What are you—"

"Of course, you won't be in that tiny room anymore Santana. You'll be in our bedroom," Quinn's voice drops and she leans in to steal a quick kiss.

Santana immediately pushes Quinn away and rubs her lips, her cheeks a bright red. "Fuck you."

"Santana!"

Santana whips around to spot her mother shooting her a disapproving look. "We didn't raise you to be rude to guests."

"Yes Santana, I'm a guest," Quinn said taking a step forward and adjusting her peacoat. "You have a lovely home Mrs. Lopez." She said bowing her head slightly.

"Would you—uh like a plate?" Maribel asked unsure of how this was going to go.

"No thank you," Quinn said politely. "My dear sister has a sweet tooth, plus she'll eat anything if she's hungry enough."

Santana paused, "Papi," she bolted to the room to see her father signing at Charlie who was signing back. "Wait. You know sign language?"

Charlie turned to look at Santana and rolled her eyes before shovelling some more of Santana's forgotten breakfast into her mouth.

"I thought you gestured like a maniac."

"She does, in several different languages. She usually does it fast enough so only a select few vampires catch it." Quinn said, for once being honest. "I understand it, others do not, it takes a lot for her to stick to one language and at that speed."

Santana stared at Charlie for a moment who flashed her an amused smile. She scowls at her. She wasn't leaving this time. "I told Quinn I wasn't going back without a position. So what's it going to be?"

Charlie makes a few gestures at her father and nods at him. He clears his throat and looks at his daughter. "She says don't be ridiculous, you're her squire."

Santana rolled her eyes, "Yeah no. I'm staying home—" She frowns when Charlie and Quinn exchange looks. "No, whatever you're thinking the answer is no." Charlie makes a lazy gesture to Quinn who snorts at this. She turns to her father. "What did she say?"

"Get her bags?" Miguel said slowly when Charlie repeated the gesture again for him.

Santana wheels around only to see that Quinn was gone and she throws her hands up in annoyance, before marching up the stairs to find Quinn. It only takes her a moment to find Quinn emptying her drawers into a duffel bag. "Seriously? I told you—"

"You're ours Santana. We simply did not want to have this conversation with parents. I doubt that they'd enjoy the fact that we plan to do very dirty and sexual things to you together. Your home is with us. And you're already our human advisor, what more do you want?"

"For the two of you to not be a pain in my ass?" Santana crossed her arms over her chest looking at Quinn.

"I haven't done that with you yet—has Charlie?" Quinn hums and opens a drawer that contains her underwear. She flashes a smirk at Santana and pulls out some rather racy red lingerie. "You should wear this tonight."

Quinn's fangs were out and normally it would be unnerving. But at this point she was more irritated than scared. "I am not your sex toy—"

"No, you are ours. We do not have concubines, we have lovers and it is rare for both of us to feel so strongly about a human. The same human no less, I married Rachel."

Quinn's arms were around her waist in a moment and she was used to Charlie's touchy nature, but Quinn had always been somewhat aloof. She lets out a soft groan when she feels Quinn's hands on the small of her back and her lips on the base of her jaw. It takes a moment before she forcefully shoves Quinn away. They weren't doing this in her parent's house. "What are you thinking?"

Quinn smiles and tosses the underwear into the duffel bag. "That you're coming home."

Santana scoffs, Quinn thought she had won but she wasn't going to—

"I don't mind giving your Butler some recipes, and of course I have some baby pictures of Santana, let me find them."

Santana's eyes widen at the sound of her mother heading up the stairs, she had thought Quinn was the dangerous one, but Charlie was seamlessly charming her parents. She turns to run down the stairs to stop the humiliation before it happened. They were impossible to deal with. "Fine, let's just go." Santana groans when Quinn blocks her path.

"Good choice, but it would be rude to leave before we saw your baby photos and heard the stories about what I can only imagine is your misspent youth."

Santana narrowed her eyes but Quinn was gone before she could move. Her parents were the worst, and the twins were even more impossible.

~O~

Charlie was practically dragging her through the manor and as fun as that was, she needed to put her foot down. "I want my old room back."

Charlie stops and turns to her and makes a gesture.

"I'm going to assume you asked why. Because I need a place that's mine, and I need a place to retreat to when the two of you are being irritating, because neither one of you listen when I say no. You think it's some massive joke to see how long it will take for me to bend to your will. I'm not your prisoner. You two need to stop announcing what I'm going to do and how I'm going to do it. I never agreed to be your lover, I just have an itch that occasionally I want one of you to scratch." When Charlie smiles she frowns. "Don't dismiss what I have to say."

"Okay."

Santana narrows her eyes in disbelief at Charlie's words, she seemed more comfortable to speak these days. "What?"

"You can have your room back. You can have your own space and I'll talk to Quinn about bullying you to do what we want you to do. But only if you stop lying to us."

"I don't lie." Santana watches as Charlie blinks and raises an eyebrow.

"You saying that we're just here to scratch your itches, is a lie." Charlie said slowly. "The only reason we push is because we can tell you're lying. So don't lie. I'll have Blaine make your room up for you. Our door is always open."

With that Charlie was gone leaving her alone in the hallway that still smelled like paint and construction. "Fucking vampires," Santana mumbles.