AN: So I think this is the first official introduction of Artemis July, Judy's mother and the twins grandmother. She plays a far bigger role in Giants, which I think has morphed into what Family Portrait (ao3 also incomplete) but anyway enjoy

Santana frowned ever so slightly as she looked up to make sure she was on her way to claim her baggage. She had never liked how airports were basically a maze, and there were so many different signs for different things. At least she seemed to be on the right path.

She probably shouldn't have mentioned to Dwight that Charlie had decided that he was the new CEO, because it had sealed her fate. She was the one stuck dealing and managing the Fabray twin's expectations. She personally wouldn't have chosen to come to Arizona of all places. She adjusts her laptop bag on her shoulder and follows the throng of people to the baggage carousel.

She's not quite certain why her heart starts beating a bit faster as she approaches the carousel, or why her cheeks suddenly flush and she feels a bit warm despite the air conditioning, but she looks around for a place to sit till the carousel decides it wants to start spitting out bags when she spots a familiar face leaning against a column, near a different carousel waiting for her own baggage.

Charlie hadn't yet noticed her, though she was in a pair of ridiculous looking aviator glasses that covered most of her face. Then again it was hard to tell what Charlie had noticed in those ridiculous glasses of hers, and if she did duck behind a column to avoid her it may bring up awkward questions that she wouldn't know how to answer. So instead of hiding away from her soulmate she slowly approaches her, and leans against the same column. The action finally causes Charlie to turn to her, and she smiles. "Are the glasses meant to conceal your identity?" Santana asked quietly.

"And make me look hot," Charlie replies with ease and blinks when Santana snorted at the comment. She turns to look at her and raises a brow.

Santana blinks, and immediately attempts to fix her face. "Right," she agrees.

"You don't like them?"

"You look ridiculous," Santana admits after deciding it was probably best to be honest. The glasses were far too big for Charlie's face and it looked almost comical.

Charlie makes a face at the comment, "Quinn thinks that I look cool—" Charlie pauses at the statement and her scowl deepens.

Santana lips quirk upwards, "Realized she was just messing with you?"

"Yes." Charlie stated but makes no move to pull the glasses off her face. "I'm surprised you recognized me. People generally don't unless the glasses are off."

Santana shrugged her shoulders and looked towards her baggage carousel that still hadn't moved. "So, do you know all the food trucks in the area?"

Charlie shakes her head, "No, I'm not sure what my grandparent's plans are but if I come home covered in barbeque sauce, my grandfather will probably be offended. I bought him a smoker for his birthday. He says he's mastered the art of cold smoke."

There was a fondness in her voice that caused Santana to glance up at her even at the sound of a buzzer indicating that luggage was going to start appearing. "Well it sounds like you're going to have a blast. When would you like to meet? We could have a light lunch?"

Charlie nodded as she pushes herself up off the column she'd been leaning against and makes her way through the throng of people, when she spots her black and yellow duffel bag. She grabs it and quickly makes her way back to Santana. "I think I know a decent burger place but it's been a few years."

Santana rolled her eyes, "I forgot about your blackhole of a stomach. Burgers aren't exactly light food," Santana teased.

"We can get those like tiny little ones."

"Sliders?" Santana supplies.

"Yeah, those. We should get those," Charlie suggests.

"I feel like you're going to use that as an excuse to get like fifteen," Santana points out. She had watched Charlie eat, "Which for you will probably still be a light meal. I'm jealous."

"I work out a lot, and if I need to hit a certain number of calories so I don't waste away," Charlie says with a simple shrug. "The flipside is that I'm always hungry."

Santana flicked her eyes over Charlie's body, those shoulders of hers—it was clear that Charlie worked out. "I work out too—I certainly don't look like you."

"Cardio or weights?" Charlie asked.

"Cardio, I go swimming, running you know that sort of thing."

"You need to hit the weights too," Charlie nodded. "You look fine the way you are Santana, I do a lot of photoshoots, and a lot of stunts and I don't want to have noodle arms on camera. That won't make me look like a badass."

Santana flashed an amused smile, "That would be disappointing for all your many fans."

Charlie rolled her eyes, "Are you one of my many fans?"

"I've only seen you as Lucifer," Santana admitted. "It was when we were doing the pitch. We looked up everything we could about the two of you. I do admit that you had some of the funniest lines. The look on your face when you find out that Laura has no cocaine on her, had me rolling."

"Lucifer is everyone's favorite," Charlie grumbled. "Thank god it wasn't a super long role, or I probably would have been typecast."

Santana's about to say something when there is a loud buzz and she watches as her baggage carousel begins to move. She watches it, waiting for her bag to appear. "I did enjoy watching you act as the Empress. When does that come out?"

Charlie shrugged her shoulders, "We finish shooting the first season soon, then there are a lot of things that need to be done in post, we might be called in for reshoots. Then I've got a small part in a movie coming up and a few other things that I need to get done."

Santana nodded and glanced at the carousel and spots her luggage, "One sec," she said making her way towards her luggage and grabbing it, before heading back. "Well, I'm looking forward to it. At least from the little bit that I witnessed it looks like you'll probably have another hit on your hands."

Charlie shrugged again, before her phone buzzed. "Well my grandparents are waiting for me outside. Do you want a ride?"

"I don't really want to impose—"

"It's fine, if you don't mind listening to my grandfather talk about fishing, or barbequing, or how he managed to seduce my grandmother. They're soulmates, there was no seducing," Charlie rolled her eyes.

"My father tells the same story," Santana laughed as she follows Charlie.

Charlie nudges her, "Or he may insist on telling you my greatest hits. He's an old man, which means his memory is questionable at best. So, don't believe his lies."

Once again, the moment that Charlie made contact the strange sensation was back, it was less intense this time around, but it still felt as if something was pulling at something deep inside her chest, and every molecule in her body was vibrating. And it was gone all of a sudden. She flicks her eyes to Charlie but from her face nothing had happened to her. "I'll keep that in mind," Santana mumbled as she tried to control her breathing as they finally left the airport and were met with the intense Arizona heat.

Charlie glances around immediately, looking for her grandparent's car, she's about to look at her phone again when there is a loud beep that nearly causes her to drop her phone. She looks up and spots the white BMW and a smile breaks out on her face. "There they are. That car is new."

Santana hesitated for a second, she was supposed to be keeping her distance from Charlie. But for whatever reason whenever she was close to the woman, she simply wanted to spend more time with her, she wanted to find out more about her. Maybe this was her punishment for breaking the bond in the first place. She shuffles along behind Charlie who is making a beeline towards the car. The door on the passenger side opens and Santana's eyes widen slightly at the rather tall woman that steps out as Charlie finally slows.

"Grand—" Charlie begins only to get a heavy-handed hard smack upside the head. Charlie immediately clutches the top of her head. "The hell was that for?"

"One. You don't call. Two. You nearly gave your grandfather a heart attack when he saw your last stunt. Three. You didn't bring your girlfriend along."

"Marley is shooting in Vancouver!" Charlie grumbles as she rubs her head. That had hurt, her grandmother had always been freakishly strong. "And it's hardly my fault that you're both hard of hearing and—" Charlie immediately ducked as her grandmother raised her hand again, and trips over her duffel bag and lands hard on her ass. "Joking. I'm joking! I've been busy and I'm sorry I'll call more. Not the face! That's the money maker!"

Santana winced in pain and ran a hand through her hair to hide the fact that she needed to rub the pain away. She had definitely felt both the blow and Charlie falling onto the hot ground, but it made zero sense. Charlie didn't look to be in distress at all. In fact, despite the fact that Charlie was currently huddled up on the ground, she could see the amused smile on her face. Charlie was having fun.

Charlie finally took a peek and smiled when she spotted her grandmother's offered hand and took it, letting her grandmother help her up. She didn't look like she was turning 85, in fact it looked like her grandfather had robbed the cradle. She pulls her grandmother into a hug, "I'll call more," she promises. "And while I didn't bring Marley, I brought someone! See." Charlie takes a step to the side and motions at Santana. "Santana this is my grandmother Artemis July. Grandmother, this is Santana Lopez. She's uh—"

Santana glanced up to notice that Artemis July, Charlie's grandmother was studying her carefully. "Under the opinion that you only dragged me along so you could show your grandmother that you have friends." Santana quickly extended her hand. "Santana Lopez, I am a business associate. I'm helping your granddaughter in this transitional period of Fabray Construction."

Artemis's quirked upward as she took Santana's hand and shook it. Charlie had never introduced them to anybody since her soulmate had died, and she glances over at Charlie who looked slightly outraged. Quinn was right, something was clearly up with Charlie. Charlie had never been this expressive outside of acting, she hadn't looked truly happy in years and while she didn't look happy, there was a familiar spark in her eyes. "You're the one that convinced her that arson is illegal?"

Santana shot a look at Charlie, who had picked up her duffel bag and was reaching for her suitcase. "Not exactly, I just bothered her and guilted her until she gave us a small chance not to sell the company."

"They have a year to bring in record profits," Charlie shrugged her shoulders as she moved to the trunk and tossed her duffel bag in and placed Santana's suitcase in carefully. She shuffles back over and opens the back-seat door and slides in, "Hey Old Man," she greets as she motions for Santana to follow her. "This cradle robber is my grandfather, Lawrence July."

Lawrence rolled his eyes at his granddaughter's introduction. "It's a pleasure to meet you Santana Lopez," he greets. "Ignore her, my wife is three years older than I am! If anyone was robbing the cradle it was her."

Santana bit her lip as she closed the door as she struggled not to laugh at the silliness on display. "Understood."

"Grandma has aged like fine wine. The old man on the other hand—" Charlie waved her hand, and flashed her grandfather a smile.

"I think he's still as handsome as the day I met him," Artemis commented off handily.

"She's more beautiful than the day I met her," Lawrence flashed his wife and soulmate a gentle smile, as he reached over to squeeze her hand. He looks up in the rear-view mirror to see Charlie gagging at the display of affection and rolls his eyes. It was like she was a teenager again. "Will Santana be joining us for the party tomorrow evening?"

Santana blinked when she realized that the entire family was currently looking at her and she flushes, "I couldn't possibly impose—"

"That's a yes then, excellent I can show off my cold-smoking skills. I hope you like steak Santana." Lawrence said cheerfully. "You can discuss how the company that we helped bail out during the recession is doing."

"Lawrence," Artemis warned.

Charlie tilted her head at her grandparents. "You bailed out his company?"

Artemis and Lawrence exchanged looks, and Lawrence flashed Artemis an apologetic sheepish grin. "During the recession, he contacted us and asked us for money, because the company was in dire straights. We invested some more capital, it was supposed to be a loan, but he never finished paying us back. We made it clear to him that if anything were to happen to him the company would be left to you and Quinn. Before you get upset, the company was supposed to go to you regardless, it was already in his will and everything."

Charlie's gaze hardened, "How much was left—"

"Charlotte." Artemis said and turned to look at her granddaughter. "As you can see, we're fine. We had hoped that this would help you and your father would reconcile but neither you or Quinn wanted anything to do with him. Now enough, is Santana staying the night with the family?"

"The company booked me a hotel!" Santana says immediately, before they simply decided that she was staying the night with them.

"It's not like they don't have room for you," Charlie offers. "And we have a really nice pool—that won't have a million children peeing in it."

Santana shakes her head, "Thank you, but the hotel has already been paid for."

"Next time then," Artemis said simply with a nod of her head. "Which hotel are you staying at? Charlotte will pick you up tomorrow for the party. It's very casual, just a few friends, steak and beers. He's taken to smoking everything."

"Next time you'll get the best breakfast you've ever had in your entire life. Smoked sausages! Smoked Bacon! I smoke potatoes. The trick is—"

Charlie leaned in touching Santana again as Lawrence went on this rant about smoking meats. "Told you. He'll talk about smoking until he's blue in the face."

Santana wordlessly as Charlie's hot breath tickled her ear. This had definitely been a mistake.