"Now Charlotte, I know you're upset with me, but I need you to hear me out. There are things happening, that will affect you and they will affect your friend over here and as much as you don't like me, I'm trying to help you because you are my granddaughter."

Quinn moved to catch the door before Santana slammed it in their faces, "Charlie, please. I'm here because I care about you, and I need you to be safe. The Templar war is already spilling out into the streets, and you're going to be dragged into it. You need to hear this information—"

"So, stop it."

Quinn turned to Santana sharply. "What?"

"If you have the information, and since you're so high up in the Templars, go to the media, and give them this information. I don't see why Charlie has to be dragged into whatever Templar bullshit this is. All I see is you trying to desperately save an organization that deserves to die."

Quinn narrowed her eyes, but Charlie was the one who had the final say all she would need to do was convince Charlie that this was for the best. "If I didn't think this was important, I wouldn't have brought him here, I wouldn't even be here. I'd be in bed with Rachel."

"Do you think the Templar's deserve to die?" Lawrence asks looking at Charlie carefully. "I know even now you see the use of the Templar organization. What happened to you—"

Santana steps in front of Charlie protectively, "She stated that she doesn't want to talk to you. The fact that you're putting your stupid needs above hers again, is just proof that Templar's don't fucking learn. You're still trying to bring her into your fucked up little world and she wants nothing to do with it. So, for the last time stay the fuck away from her."

Quinn turned to Santana sharply, she had hoped that Charlie would be alone, it was easier to talk to her when Santana wasn't around putting these ideas in her head, "This doesn't concern you, it's a family matter. We're trying to fix what's wrong with the Templar organization so what happens to Charlie doesn't happen to anyone else."

"I don't believe you," Charlie said quietly, her words cutting through the tension. "I don't think that the Templars aren't needed, but I don't believe that you can change things. You might try but that doesn't mean anything to me, it doesn't change anything that happened to me."

Quinn winced, "Charlie I saw what happened to you, the physical abuse—"

"I like children," Charlie starts with a frown, "I can't have any of my own. The Templars did that as soon as I started to bleed. Did you know that?" Charlie said her voice as quiet as it had been. When Quinn doesn't answer completely struck into silence. "It's not the end of the world, Santana says I can adopt a child, when I'm ready." She tilts her head to her grandfather, who unlike Santana and Quinn didn't look uncomfortable. "A lot of bad things happened to me, a lot of things that I really don't like thinking about or trying to sort through. When I was twelve, there was a man who I thought was really nice to me, he didn't hit me and he didn't scream at me. I thought he was once of the nicer Templars; he of course would sneak into my room and while he told me nice things he would do—"

"Stop."

Charlie tilts her head at Lawrence who finally looked away uncomfortable with the conversation. Without saying a word, she shuffles towards her couch, suddenly feeling tired. She'd used every last bit of her energy going back and forth between the three of them and she was running on fumes.

Santana blinked, feeling a warmness around her eyes and she realizes a moment later that she was close to tears. She wipes them away quickly, her stomach twists in guilt, Charlie had mentioned it in passing that she had once had sex, but she had brushed it off. She hadn't known—but it quickly dissipates when she turns to Quinn and Lawrence, replaced by righteous anger. "Leave."

Santana's tone is enough to get Quinn to finally pull back, and she reaches for her grandfather who looked ready to protest. This has been a mistake; this was Charlie's sanctuary and breaching it right now wasn't helping their cause at all. "Alright," she manages to get out. Her head a mess with Charlie's words and when Santana slams the door in their faces she pulls away from her grandfather. None of that had been on the tapes that she had watched, but she had noticed some odd jump cuts in some of the later videos but hadn't given it much thought. She swallows after a moment and turns to her grandfather. "Did you know?" She asks him quietly.

"No. But once I find the man who did these things—Quinn," Lawrence sighed as Quinn pulled away and marched towards the elevator. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to have a chat with my father." Quinn snaps slapping her grandfather's hand away. He had been the one in charge, even if he hadn't known he had put Charlie in that situation. He hadn't protected her.

"Your father—"

"I don't give a shit if he's on the other side, I want to know if he knew and if he did, I'm going to kill him," Quinn states bluntly. "And you're going to give me access to every single asset. All of them, no one deserves what she went through." Quinn snapped, she had believed that the Templars as a force were incorruptible, that they were always right. But the corruption clearly ran deep, and if she wanted Charlie to see she was different then she was going to do right by her even if it cost her everything that she had worked for.