Santana groaned loudly, as she blindly reached for the bottle of water that she had left on her nightstand. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been that drunk. Drinking to numb the fact that her soulmate was announcing her marriage to all her friends and family, hadn't made her feel better. Her current hangover was proof of what a shitty idea that had been.

Lately, that was all her life had become a series of shitty ideas. She never should have agreed to be the point woman in dealing with Charlie. She probably shouldn't have quit her job without having another job lined up. She certainly shouldn't have gotten close to Charlie in any capacity, professional or otherwise. She shouldn't have gotten her hopes up that Charlie would choose her. And most importantly she shouldn't have gotten black out drunk last night.

Her hand hits the bottle and sends it to the floor where it bounces and rolls away.

"Fuck."

Santana squeezes her eyes shut before reaching for her phone. Hopefully her list of mistakes didn't involve drunkenly texting people. She vaguely remembered deleting Charlie's phone number last night, which was probably the only intelligent thing that she'd done in a long time. The last thing she wanted was for Charlie to find out that they were soulmates in some stupid drunken text. She finally opens her eyes and goes through her email and messages, and relaxes when she doesn't see anything amiss. Well, it wasn't as if she needed to get up to go to work, a few more hours in bed wouldn't—

There's a loud, heavy, banging on her front door that causes Santana to grab her pillow and put it over her head, hoping to block out the noise. Each thud of the person's fist, sent shockwaves through her brain. "Go away Brittany," Santana called out. "If you've forgotten your key, that's your own fault. I'm not getting out of bed!"

The banging continues, and Santana lets out a frustrated growl, and rolls out of bed. "She'd better have brought breakfast," she mutters under her breath as she shuffles towards her apartment door and unlocks it and opens it, angrily. "What?" The muscles in her body go tense as she stares at Charlie who is in the process of knocking on the door. "Charlie what are you—"

Charlie takes a step forward, entering Santana's space and leans in and presses her lips against Santana's, kissing her deeply. It only lasts a second before Charlie pulls back and gags, "Gross. Barf Breath."

Santana stares at Charlie, her body frozen in place and her mind drawing a blank as her soulmate pushes past her and enters her very messy apartment. It's enough to drag her mind back online as she turns and immediately rushes past Charlie and blocks her access from seeing the empty bottles of liquor, and the half-eaten boxes of Chinese food that was just sitting on her coffee table. "What are you doing? You're getting married," Santana manages as she places a hand on Charlie's chest to stop her from moving forward.

Charlie narrowed her eyes, "How the hell could I get married to someone who isn't my soulmate," Charlie snaps at Santana. "How could you just let me go and make a mistake like that? How could you just give up on me again?"

Santana's hand slips from Charlie's chest. "You know—who told you?"

"Rachel put it together when I started raging at Dwight like I had lost my goddamn mind while crying my eyes out." Charlie swallowed, feeling a thick lump in her throat. "Were you just going to disappear from my life and let me go on thinking that I needed to marry someone because they wanted me? Do you not want me?"

Santana closed her eyes, "Of course I want you. I tried to avoid it, but I wanted you the moment I realized that you were mine, but I don't deserve you. I abandoned you when you needed me, I turned my back on you Charlie and I couldn't ruin your happiness. I felt like I had robbed you of that for long enough."

"You didn't have the right to make that decision for me," Charlie snaps at Santana. "All this wasted time, where we could have gotten to know each other—" Charlie inhales sharply.

"You thought I was dead. You had spent god knows how long thinking that I was dead Charlie. I wanted to tell you, and when I finally got up the courage to do it, to blow up my life, I saw that god awful ring on your finger, and you're telling me about how happy you are and how Marley was choosing you. I just—I couldn't. I couldn't do it to you, I couldn't just ruin your life."

"As if marrying Marley wouldn't ruin my life. I would never have been truly happy with her. If anything, I would have made her miserable because I've been miserable for years Santana. Ever since the day I thought you were dead, I've mourned you. There isn't a day that I haven't thought about who my soulmate was, there wasn't a day that I didn't wish for you to be in my life. Do you know how much I begged to meet you? Only to find out that you've been alive and in my life. You knew—"

"What I knew was that I abandoned you. What I knew was that when you probably needed me the most, I bailed on you, and you have no reason to trust that I wouldn't do it again. I mean you're right I did do it again, because I was so scared that you would reject me, like I rejected you," Santana interrupts and closes her eyes. "Tell me that it hasn't crossed your mind that I'm not worth it—"

"Of course, you're worth it. You're my soulmate Santana, there is nothing you could do that I wouldn't forgive you for. You think I care that you broke the bond? Did you think that something like that would make me love you less? A soulmate is just a complement but we are bonded, you were a missing piece and nothing I would have done no one I was ever with would ever make me feel like you do."

"You don't know me—"

"Whose fault is that?" Charlie points out crossing her arms over her chest. "As Dwight pointed out for whatever reason I immediately started to favor you, also he wanted me to tell you that you really should come back to work, that your vacation is over. I told him to give you the rest of the month off and I wouldn't sell the company, so you're still getting paid."

Santana frowned, "I quit—"

"And I made an executive decision for you, see how it's annoying when people decide what's best for you without talking to you?"

Santana narrowed her eyes; this was a dig at her and she was too tired and too hungover to actually make a valid point. "Fine. You win. I fucked up."

"You did, now can I come in so we can talk?"

"No. You can leave so I can go back to bed Charlie. I don't want us to start this by arguing over who was in the wrong—"

"You. You were in the wrong."

Santana rolled her eyes at Charlie's childishness and immediately began to push her out of her apartment. "It's not attractive when you're being childish," she manages to get Charlie to the door, only for Charlie to stop and turn to kiss her again, it's a chaste kiss this time, and she can't help but smile at the sparks that she feels. "I promise I'm not going to run away again, but you showed up unannounced to my apartment and I'm just getting over a hangover, and I would like to kiss you without vomit breath. So, we can talk about this later today—"

"There's nothing to talk about," Charlie says with a shrug of her shoulders. "If we spend time talking about this, there will probably just be words said that we don't mean, and hurt feelings and I just want to spend the day with you."

"I—" Santana bit her lip for a moment, "I'm just going to sleep in my bed, I'm not ready to do anything with you just yet. Which means you need to keep your hands to yourself."

Charlie flashed Santana a huge smile, "I'm fine with cuddling."

Santana nodded, melting just a bit, she knew that they would need to deal with, "Ignore the mess," she mumbles as she pulls Charlie towards her bedroom.