Quinn tilted her head slightly to the side as she stared at her twin sister. Charlie generally stuck around the family at parties, she wasn't big on talking to new people. Or people in general, really it was a pain to get her to do anything that forced her out of her comfort zone, but from the moment the party started she had spent the first few hours talking with the woman she had brought along. A woman who wasn't Marley.

She had been certain that Charlie's relationship with Marley was finally starting to turn serious. Charlie had spent nearly two weeks last month at Marley's place. Which was out of character for her twin, Charlie liked having her own space.

"Quinn, it's impolite to stare."

Quinn blinked and turned to look at her grandmother who was in the process of making some more sangria. "But—" Quinn gestured at Charlie. "She's being weird. I can't be the only one concerned."

Artemis looked up and looked over where Charlie was sitting beside Santana, in the shade. Truthfully it seemed par for the course when it came to her granddaughter. True it was slightly out of character for Charlie to be spending time with someone she barely knew, but Charlie making friends should be celebrated as far as she was concerned. "Rachel is currently arguing with my soulmate about the health benefits of tofu, I'm making sangria. Your twin is currently talking business with Santana Lopez, so it seems you're the only one concerned."

Quinn scowled slightly, but sighs when her grandmother finishes making her famous sangria and pours herself a cup. She turns her gaze back to Charlie and Santana and watches them for a moment. "She likes her."

Artemis flicks her gaze towards Santana and Charlie for a moment, her gaze resting on Santana for a long moment before turning back to Quinn. "And?"

Quinn sputtered. "What do you mean and?"

"Charlotte is an actress, Quinn, there are plenty of people who are attracted to her. It never matters because

Charlie doesn't see it. And even if she did you know how she feels about sex." Artemis shrugged her shoulders.

Quinn made a face; she had expected an ally in her grandmother. "If Charlie was acting normally, I'd agree with you. But she's been acting odd ever since Russell died and she met that woman. We were in agreement about what we wanted to do with Russell's company, that woman skulks in when Rachel and I aren't there and convinces Charlie to give them a small chance. Charlie does. She then proceeds to fire someone because they insulted that woman. And now she brings this woman to your birthday party? Come on! I can't be the only person who thinks the world is coming to an end."

Artemis studied Santana from afar for a moment before turning to her granddaughter, "I know we take on the traits of our soulmate, but perhaps it would be better if you weren't as dramatic as Rachel—"

"I just don't get it. Charlie should be avoiding her like the plague she broke her soulmate bond. She's always thought that people who did that—"

"Quinn," Artemis interrupts. "If you're so worried why don't you go and talk to them? Instead of standing here sulking that Charlie is ignoring you. I was certain that your grandfather and I broke the two of you out of your codependent phase, but clearly, I was mistaken. Here, bring them some of my sangria. I'm going to go and rescue my soulmate." Artemis handed Quinn two glasses filled with sangria before pushing her towards Charlie and Santana. She spares Charlie and Santana one last glance before a small pleased smile crosses her features. She loved her grandchildren but they always did have a hard time putting two and two together. She wondered which of them would figure it out first. It was certainly worth a bet with her soulmate.

~ O ~

"Now that Dwight isn't an interim CEO anymore, and we've shown that we're back on track. We've started to win some government contracts again. It does help that we were already successful and have managed to keep to most of our deadlines." Santana explained as she showed Charlie their current growth model on the tablet that she had brought with her.

It was difficult enough to focus on giving a presentation with the music and all the chatter that was going on around her. But Charlie had made it near impossible by simply removing her shirt to reveal that she was in a bikini top and a dark pair of swim trunks. She had caught herself several times reaching to touch a tattoo Charlie had on her rib cage. It was just one of her many tattoos. "We're not at record profits by any stretch of the imagination, we do need to be careful not to spread ourselves too thin."

Charlie took the tablet from Santana, her fingers brushing against Santana's as she does. It wasn't as if she was an accountant but Santana had explained it to her relatively well. "Well you have managed to turn things around relatively quickly. I was expecting it to be closer to six months."

Santana relaxed for a moment as Charlie goes over the numbers, before she remembers what Dwight had wanted to ask her. "Dwight would like some assurances. Does our deal still stand if we do make record profits this year? That you won't sell the company?"

Charlie slowly looked up, "Because a company that is making record profits would net us a tidy profit if we sold that company?" Charlie asked. When Santana nods she looks back at the chart in front of her. "If you manage to make record profits this year, then I'll buy Quinn's half."

"If I choose to sell it to you," Quinn comments, causing both Santana and Charlie to look up at her. She holds up the glasses of sangria. "Grandma is slightly offended that you are sitting in the shade instead of having fun."

"I promised Artie that I wouldn't get sunburnt. We're almost done shooting and given how delicate I am, best that I don't risk it," Charlie says with a wave of her hand. She turns to Santana, "It's like molten lava on your skin."

Santana nodded, before she went rigid. She and Charlie currently linked, and the moment Charlie felt any pain whatsoever it seemed it would transfer over to her. "Please put on sunscreen," Santana begs immediately. It would be impossible to hide her pain if Charlie ended up getting a sunburn. When both Charlie and Quinn turn to look at her, she flushes. "Skin cancer is no joke. I knew someone who had it," Santana lied immediately.

Charlie puffs out her cheeks, "Fine. Quinn?"

"I'm not putting sunscreen all over you. You should have brought Marley," Quinn points out. "Rachel won't do it either."

Charlie shrugged her shoulders, "Well then I guess I'll just risk a sunburn, and when Artie gets mad at me, I'll tell him to yell at you. For not helping me in my time of need."

Quinn rolled her eyes, "Whatever. I wouldn't leave the shade if I were you."

Charlie takes a sip of her sangria and flips Quinn off as she walks away. "Anyway, so long as I stay here and avoid the sun, I'll be fine."

"I don't mind helping you," Santana offered. "Your twin is right it is a party, your grandmother's, which means you should probably mingle."

Charlie flashed a small smile and then shook her head. "Don't worry, I don't plan on leaving this spot until the sun is no longer in the sky. We've got sangria, we've got a nice cool breeze—very soon we'll have food. This is the perfect spot. If I get up, I might lose it. You're free to mingle if you want, or try the pool. I'm just going to sit here."

"I'll keep you company then, I don't really know anyone here after all," Santana said as she takes a sip of the sangria. "But I will go and thank your grandparents for inviting me."

Charlie nodded as she handed back the tablet. "Make sure to have room for dessert this time."