"This can't happen Sebastian. They know where she lives, they're watching her, and it's been made abundantly clear that the only reason they haven't taken her back is because Charlie can teleport. They're not against using mental magic, what if they make her forget?'
Blaine sighed as he took Charlie's blood pressure, Santana and Sebastian had been yelling at one another for what felt like hours. He pushes a smile on his lips when Charlie gives him a sullen look, "So, what's new with you?" He said attempting to make conversation.
"I didn't get my mac and cheese bites and my burger that Santana promised me," Charlie responds in a disappointed tone. "And I'm really hungry. And Sebastian is going to yell at me for using too much magic."
"Well, I can't do anything about the food, but I can make sure that Sebastian doesn't yell at you. You did it to protect Santana didn't you?" Her blood pressure was low, it was not the lowest it had ever been, but it was significantly lower than her baseline. Her heart rate was sluggish too. At least she seemed alert and talking, and her appetite was back.
"I already told you I'd look into it, Santana.'
Charlie nodded, "I thought Santana was in danger, so I wanted to protect her. She got upset that I teleported her upstairs. I should have teleported her to my apartment, but it happened so fast and I just wanted her to get out of the way."
Blaine nodded, and picked up the glass of water that was on the nightstand, getting some fluid into her might help with the low blood pressure. He adjusts the straw so Charlie can take some small sips. "Did you really need to use so much magic against a singular Templar?"
Charlie wrinkled her nose and pushed the straw out of her mouth with her tongue. "I didn't want to destroy Santana's bar, and I'm not allowed to kill Templars." Charlie added, there were too many rules of engagement for her, and it made her second guess nearly everything she did.
Blaine bit his lip; he had been one of the people who had insisted that Charlie not be put in a situation where she would be forced to make that choice. He suspected Charlie would be fine with it, she didn't seem to hold much love for people and humanity in general, but it would be yet another bit of Charlie's humanity that the Templars had taken from her, and for Sebastian's plan to legalize all magic-touched, they needed someone who people weren't afraid of. He hesitates, not sure if he wanted to know the answer to his next question. "If he had hurt Santana?"
"I would have gotten angry and he probably would be dead," Charlie answers truthfully.
Blaine nods, "Sebastian says you like Santana the most," he sighed. It would have been a very human thing if Charlie had lost her temper.
"I do like Santana best."
Blaine smiles at this, there was a conviction in Charlie's voice, "I'd do the same, if I had your power and they hurt Sebastian," he says after a moment. "Don't tell him I told you," he says with a small laugh when Charlie smiles. "It's how anyone with a loved one would feel I think." The smile on Charlie's face fades for a moment and it doesn't take Blaine long to realize he's hit something that's been on Charlie's mind. "Do I need to give you the talk again?" He teases.
"I've already had sex," Charlie reminded him not picking up on the fact he was teasing.
"We've discussed that Charlie, that wasn't—"
"I know, what happened wasn't right," Charlie states with a shrug of her shoulders. "I know that I'll never have kids either, and that the Templars did really bad things to me, and I don't even understand half of it and I probably never will—but I know what sex is."
"You think you know what sex is. You were coerced, you were groomed, and you were bullied, in other words you were abused. You never enjoyed what happened to you, but I promise you when it's with someone you like or even love, it is simply amazing," Blaine sighed. "Have you discussed this with your therapist?"
"Yes," Charlie shrugged; she didn't feel much when she thought about it. It was just one of the many things that she didn't have a normal emotional response about, she didn't have any response to. It was just one of the things that had happened to her.
Blaine nodded that was good, and he pats Charlie's hand. "You should tell Santana how you feel."
"Santana knows I like her best," Charlie said with a shrug of her shoulders.
Blaine laughed, "I thought Sebastian knew I liked him best too, still needed to spell it out for him several times."
There's a firm knock on the door and it swings open after a moment with Santana carrying a tray that had mac and cheese bites and a burger with tater tots and a soda. "Look, I promised I'd make you some food, but I needed to yell at Sebastian first. How are you feeling?"
Charlie shifts in the bed a bit, moving over so Santana can sit down on the bed. "Tired," she mumbles, the power in her voice gone. "Weak."
Blaine turns sharply to Charlie in shock for a moment before looking at Santana who seemed to be buying that Charlie was weaker than normal. He raised a brow at Charlie who ignored him as Santana sat on the bed and gently laid the tray on Charlie's lap.
Santana turned sharply to Blaine, "How is she?"
"Fine," Blaine stress with a shake of his head. "Low blood pressure, low heart rate but after you put some food in her and let her rest for a bit, she'll be trying to get out of bed and do magic again. I don't need to tell you that she shouldn't for the next few days."
"Of course," Santana said looking at Charlie who had begun to dig in happily with her Mac and Cheese bites. She waits until Charlie reaches for her soda and gently prods her in the belly, "Tired and weak?" She prompts only for Charlie to flash her a sheepish smile.
"Azimio said that if I was sick and I played it up, I'd get more attention. He also mentioned something about a nurse's outfit but I didn't get it so I stopped paying attention." She looks up when Blaine coughs, though it sounds suspiciously like a laugh, and turns to Santana and realizes she can't really read her expression.
"And with that, you learned that listening to Azimio about that sort of thing is a terrible idea," Santana says after a moment. "Don't try and trick me. If you want me to stay then just—"
"Stay," Charlie insists immediately.
"—ask," Santana finishes. She sighs, she really does need to go back to work right now, and perhaps Sebastian was right and she and Charlie needed to be separated but when Charlie grips her arm she shakes her head. "The things I do for you," Charlie grins at this and her smile brings a small smile to her lips.
"So, you know, I'm not actually going to bake that for you."
Charlie turned to look at Santana, tearing her eyes off the wolf-claw donuts that was on television, "But it looks like fun, we could do it together. You can sell it at the bar. I can help."
"When you're not busy saving the world?" Santana asked watching as the words caused Charlie to actually what she just said and before Charlie can make an impulsive decision she leans in against Charlie's shoulder, "You're doing more for magic-touched rights than I could ever do and even though I worry, all the time on whether you're safe and Sebastian is keeping you out of trouble, your job is important."
"I liked working at the bar with you," Charlie says slowly, "I'd buy these if you sold them at the bar."
"We've discussed this Charlie; you buy practically everything at the bar. You're not a good indicator of what other people will buy." Santana smiles when Charlie makes a face at this. "We can have them limited edition around Halloween."
"Really?" Charlie said brightening up at this. She wiggles in the bed a bit, getting slightly excited at the thought. "I can help, I'll just let Sebastian know that I don't want to work around that time, and we can go trick-or-treating. Did you know people give you free candy?"
"Charlie, you're too old to go trick-or-treating. Adults go out to bars dressed up, but they don't get free candy." The way that Charlie looks at her, would be amusing if she wasn't so disappointed at this news. "Once you have a kid of your own you can totally take them trick-or-treating and then steal all their candy." It's meant to be light but the fact that Charlie's eyes dim for a moment and she turns her attention back to the Curious Creations of Christine McConnell. "Charlie?" She prompts.
"I can't have kids. The templars made sure that I couldn't." Charlie explains quickly.
It's a heavy note and Santana's not sure how to handle it, or if there is even an easy way to handle it so she pats Charlie's hand. "You do know you can just buy all your candy, right? If you have kids, they'll just want to steal all your food. And they're sticky." This brings an amused smile to Charlie's face and Santana relaxes for a moment. "You're famous and rich, I'm sure you'll be able to adopt."
"Right, I'm famous people listen to what I say," Charlie nodded. "So, if I asked for that chicken pot pie—"
Santana's laughter erupts from her lips, she can't help it. "No Charlie."
"But Santana—"
"You can make it yourself, can't you?" Santana rolled her eyes. "I know you can cook for yourself, Mike and I taught you. You've got all this money and can go to all the best restaurants and I have no idea why you keep asking me to make you stuff."
"Because yours is the best," Charlie insists. "You made me my very first meal, and nothing tastes better to me."
"I am not making you that pie Charlie," Santana says after a moment, it looked like far too much work for food and she decides to ignore Charlie's pout. "You would have enjoyed my abuela's cooking, I think you'd like it far more than mine. She taught me everything I know, of course if she were alive, she'd be horrified at all the junk I was feeding you. The next time I go home for Christmas you should come, I'm certain my mom will fatten you up."
"Really?"
"You are rather skinny, which is surprising because I've seen how you eat," Santana mutters poking Charlie in the side. When Charlie laughs and tries to push her hand away, she grins and does it again tickling her until Charlie nearly falls off the bed. "Skin and bones, and she'd be mad at me for not feeding you more."
"I think I like your mother. You should listen to her more," Charlie nods.
Santana rolled her eyes at this and pokes Charlie once more, "My mom is the devil, even if she makes good food." Charlie huffs again, puffing out her cheeks for a moment before smiling. It was the most time she'd taken off in years and being with Charlie just watching Netflix was rather relaxing. "I'm going to grab some more snacks, you need anything?"
"I can—"
"No magic. You heard what Blaine said," Santana slides off the bed. "Rest Charlie, I need you to get better."
Charlie nods, "So I can protect you."
"So, I can go back to work, and stop worrying that you're going to drop dead somewhere because you didn't listen to what the doctors told you to do. How am I ever going to open up a second bar if I keep missing work?" When Charlie attempts to get up to help she pushes her back down gently, "It's snack food. I can manage snack food."
Charlie made a face but nodded watching as Santana got up and left the bedroom. She felt anxious when Santana wasn't around and now, she couldn't use any magic and it bothered her. It bothered her a lot. She huffs for a moment, before swinging her feet off the bed as she tried to quietly get up, only to be hit with a wave of dizziness. She sits back down, Santana said she'd be right back with food and she could deal—
The firm knocking at the door was enough to get Charlie to sit up. It was enough to cause her to stumble out of bed when she hears Santana move to open the door. Her supposed Grandfather had said that the Templar's were watching her and she didn't want Santana to be out of her sight for long.
"The fuck are you doing here?"
The harshness in Santana's voice is enough to force Charlie to move quickly, she can't call magic but she can still fight. She stops when Quinn comes into view, and her twin turns to her a guilty expression on her face as she waves at her. "I thought you said she'd be to busy having sex with Rachel to bother me—"
"She was," A gruff familiar voice stated.
Santana frowns and opens the door wider, increasing the angle so Charlie can see her supposed grandfather standing beside Quinn.
