When Charlie was upset, she sat on the roof and pouted. It was just classic Charlie, and even though she was tempted to just let Charlie throw her little tantrum about her new job, she knew it was probably best to not let it fester. Charlie let her get away with murder on most days. She glances up at the roof from the balcony and sighs. And rustles the bag of cookies that she had begged Blaine to make for Charlie. "Look if you don't help me up, I'm going to sit here and eat all the delicious cookies that Blaine made for you. It's an assortment—" the cold night air mixed with the dizzying feeling of moving far to fast, cut her off, and she immediately held out the bag of cookies for Charlie, who snatched the bag away.

Shaking off the dizziness she takes a seat in front of Charlie who was munching on the cookies. "I'm not sure I love you yet. I know I really like you." Santana begins watching as Charlie's eyes flick towards her and she chews on a cookie. "It's not about the sex, the entire time I was trapped by Emma I was bitching to myself about how none of this would have happened if I just let you two do whatever you wanted and follow me everywhere. But I can't live like that."

Charlie pulled out another cookie and nibbled on it still staring at her.

Santana frowned slightly and reached for the bag of cookies only for Charlie to move it out of her reach. "Seriously."

"This is your peace offering, I don't have to share," Charlie replied.

"Peace offering? I'm here to tell you that I'm not your toy or sex-slave or pet." Santana hissed. "I bought the cookies up so you'd talk to me. Now hand them over."

Charlie smirked one of her fangs popping at the idea that Santana would attempt to steal food from her. "Sue's dangerous."

Santana snorted before laughing, "You two are dangerous. How many times have I witnessed the two of you doing something that involved disemboweling someone." She shuffles till she's closer to Charlie and manages to take a cookie and munches on it. "The Red Court is the good guys, right? I don't have to worry about Sue getting into my head, do I?"

Charlie munched on the cookie, "Not the way that Emma did, but Sue is—charismatic and excellent at getting into people's head in different ways, but you're human and you're not a threat. Still, you shouldn't make brash decisions like this."

"If there's a chance to better humanity that doesn't involve killing people, and trying to lead a revolution, then I'm all for it." Santana grumbles. "Besides I watched Sue, she scares the shit out of every vampire in the room including you. Is she faster than you?"

"The only person who can match me for speed is Quinn. I never go all out against Sue, if we were to kill her then they'd try and make us King, and we don't want that. I'd rather every vampire just leave us alone and let us eat our cookies and garden in peace."

"You two have eternity, and I'm certain you've made several contributions to the world, and I'm certain that after I'm gone you'll make more. I'm just a speck in your eternity. You two can't be killed."

"We haven't found a way to die yet, and you're not a speck in our lives Santana. Also, what have I told you about giving Charlie cookies to make her feel better." Quinn said as she appeared with a heavy blanket. She narrows her eyes slightly at Santana and shakes her head dropping the blanket on her lap as she steals the bag of cookies from Charlie. She ignores Charlie's outraged look as she sits beside Santana and leans against her handing her the bag of cookies. "The trial will be broadcast tomorrow. Her execution will also be tomorrow. We're going through the motions for this one, but Sue will give the sentence."

"And I take her head." Charlie shrugged they'd done this before.

Santana was quiet for a moment and shifts so she can throw her legs over Charlie's lap for a moment, "I'm supposed to be some pacifist or something, but she's too dangerous to keep around. I'm not even sure we should broadcast it, what if she does that thing with her mind and control's people or something?"

"I take her head," Charlie reminds Santana with a roll of her eyes.

Santana nudged Charlie with her foot, "I meant before you take her head. She won't be able to say anything will she?"

"I'll gag her and then take her head," Charlie muttered.

"Don't forget to burn the body. I'm not dealing with this in another five hundred years," Quinn reminded Charlie.

Santana frowned, "Do you just blink and time passes for you?"

Quinn shrugs her shoulders. "Sometimes, as we get older time moves more quickly at least our perception of it. You'll see."

"I don't want you to turn me," Santana says immediately. When Quinn gives her an unimpressed look she sighs, "Right. I'm going to get old too. And what will you do when I do get old? And I can't do it with either of you?"

"So, you admit you want to do it with the both of us," Quinn pressed leaning in to nip Santana's ear.

Santana shivered and gently shoved Quinn away. "Not at this moment. I just—I mean—how would we even do this? You're married. I'm not immortal, I don't have an infinite energy supply. I don't want to be the person you use to spice up your life, I'm not a toy."

"You will want to turn in time." Quinn immediately held up her hand, "You'll think about it, getting old I hear sucks. We won't have you turned without you wanting it, if you want it."

"You grew bored with Rachel soon after she was turned, and I'm not going to be thrown away like her, when you two get bored." Santana points out. "That's in the future for now, I just—this isn't something I should just dive into. You're—well you're a bitch," Santana nods at Quinn who rolled her eyes. She turns her gaze on Charlie, "And you really need to figure out a way to communicate with me when you don't want to speak."

"How come I'm the bitch in this scenario? At the very least say Charlie's weird," Quinn said as Charlie smirked at her.

"Well we all know that," Santana said leaning into Quinn letting her wrap her arms around her. "I want to, but I don't think I'm ready for your weird kinkiness," she admits.

"You're the one that slept with both of us," Quinn reminds her.

"Yeah but that's a far cry from sleeping with my twin sister," Santana says and looks at Charlie who smirks at her. "That's not something to be pleased about. How did it even happen? Who seduced whom?"

Quinn's eyes turn to Charlie for a moment who seems amused by the question. "That's a story for another time. You should sleep, tomorrow is going to be a big day."

Santana nods and moves to get up, "You should gag her at the very least, and make sure that all humans in the room have like ear plugs. You still don't know how her powers work but I think she needs to talk to people."

"Noted," Charlie said with a shrug.