"You're going out?"

Santana stopped from where she was slipping on her jacket and looks up at Quinn who was standing on the landing of the staircase. It had been a few days since they'd spoken at all, and she bit her lip. She was trying not to be upset, that Quinn had just gone back to being with Charlie as if they hadn't been fucking for a month straight, but she couldn't help it. Being ignored sucked. "Uh, yeah—I was going to check in on Artie. I mean I guess you can come if you want to but I don't think that's going to be a good idea. He's still—well he still hates vampires."

"Excellent, take Charlie with you."

Santana stared at Quinn, "What?"

"I have work to do and my sister is in a mood, she gets like this after events like this. You're her squire, at least the one she doesn't actually hate. So, take her out of the manor for the day, see Artie, go eat some food somewhere, go shopping, go visit your parents, I don't actually care just get Charlie out of the manor and make her happy."

"I can't." Santana hisses, her cheeks flushing.

"You can't?" Quinn repeats. "Why not? This is Charlie we're talking about. Show her some cartoons, feed her some cake, and then put some alcohol into her and she'll be fine. I'm still trying to bend the shifters to my will, Burt's putting up one hell of a fight right now. I'm tempted to just remove his head and start again, but Charlie insists that's how dictatorships are started. As if we aren't already straddling that line already."

"I think she's planning to kill me," Santana explains. "Because—you know."

Quinn tilted her head and took a step forward, appearing in front of Santana, causing her to stumble back. "Did you finish all of her cake? What were you thinking?"

"Cake—what—no! I'm talking about what we did. You know together."

"Charlie isn't actually aware, more proof that she's been off. Also, you know who Charlie is, if my sister wanted to kill you, you'd be dead. I thought you understood that. Which, if you finished her cake before Blaine could make more would be a capital offense at this moment—maybe that's how I should get rid of Burt." Quinn mused. "She's on the roof, take her with you."

Santana groaned, watching as Quinn walked away. She was beginning to wonder why she was attracted to Quinn in the first place. She was impossible. She sighs and fixes her jacket before stepping outside and looking up, she couldn't actually see Charlie and she wasn't in the mood to go around the grounds looking for her. Not when Sam was in the car waiting for her. "Charlie. I have cake!" She calls out loudly. She's not surprised when she feels a bit of a breeze and twists out of the way before Charlie could grab her from behind her. "Okay I lied, I don't actually have cake, but you're coming with me," she informed the vampire. She ignores the fact that Charlie's eyes turn black and instead wraps an arm around Charlie's arm and pulls her to the waiting car. "Blame Quinn, this was her idea. But we can stop for cake."

Charlie huffs at this, as her eyes return to normal, and allows Santana to pull her to the car, that was waiting for them. She pulls open the door and steps aside so Santana can get in before sliding into the car with her.

"You're joining us today?" Sam asks turning from where he was already seated.

Charlie grunts at this and reaches for the small bar that was in the vehicle before checking the various blood bags and choosing one labelled O negative and pouring it into one of the wine glasses that's available.

Sam stared at Charlie for a moment before looking at Santana, Charlie didn't actually drink that much blood unless she was starved for it.

Santana can't help but shrug at his unasked question "I tricked her with cake," she says after a moment.

Sam turns his attention back to Charlie who puffs out her cheeks and drinks her blood, he'd never seen her so down. Usually Quinn had to make Charlie drink her blood, but here she was drinking it on her own accord. "How are you still alive?"

Santana shrugs, Charlie just looked miserable, she hadn't exactly been making her crazy weird gestures with her hands, she hadn't said anything in days. "In my defence, it was Quinn's idea. Well not the tricking her with cake, but to get her out of the house. So how about we go to one of those shifter bakeries?"

"Because they don't use chocolate," Sam informs her flatly. "And it's not like there are any human bakeries—at least not that I know of—are there?"

Santana shakes her head, there was nothing that the humans made that tasted like anything that Blaine made on a bad day, and chocolate was a luxury, that most humans couldn't afford. "Does it have to be chocolate?"

"I'll call Blaine," Sam said with a shake of his head.

Charlie finished her cup of blood, and moved forward to tap on the privacy glass, which was rolled down and she makes a stop motion for the driver. Who seems to understand and slowly pulls to the curb. Charlie pops the door open and steps out of the car fixing her clothes, smoothing them out.

Santana blinks, and unbuckles her seatbelt, "Where are you—" She frowns when Sam grips her arm stopping her. "Are you kidding me—"

Sam nods wordlessly at Charlie who slowly begins to melt into the shadows, she wanted to be alone. He knew that much. She'd be back when she felt better.

Santana watches as the black shadow moves and disappears, "Where'd she go?"

Sam shrugs his shoulders, "Probably in search for some chocolate or something. She'll be found when she wants to be found and not a moment before. Maybe a fight with Quinn, it's rare but it does happen. Just give it time."

Santana bites her lip, she didn't actually believe that it was a fight with Quinn. Quinn was usually the one that was put in a foul mood when they fought, Charlie seemed to be able to hide it a lot better. "Fine, but after we see Artie we're going to go look for her. My parents can wait another week."

~O~

"You know they can be killed right? I just heard the news, the people in the western territories rebelled. They managed to kill someone high up in their stupid little court."

Santana inhaled sharply, she'd been watching the news. The vampires had shut that down immediately, she had been surprised that no one had even mentioned it. Even Burt didn't seem to know, so the fact that Artie seemed practically thrilled about this news was something of interest of note. "The humans didn't win Artie, it was a massacre. Killing a vampire isn't all that difficult if they're not paying attention. I've seen one of the reagents being taken out because she wasn't paying attention. Just know if you miss they're going to be pissed and it'll be a bloodbath. So, whatever you heard wasn't the full story."

Artie scowled, "They can be killed we don't need them to rule. You think peaceful protests—"

"No, I think irritating the fuck out of Quinn is how you get change done in the city, and I mean like the showing up and bothering the shit out of her. So, if the protests were annoying enough, then yes there would be change. Quinn just wants to garden, she doesn't actually like governing."

"Then they should step aside!"

"And let lawlessness win? The elections are working, people are talking about it. My father is going to step up and try and represent his district. I mean once people see it working, once they see that the vampires are willing to come to the table. Are you really willing to put all that to blow up any chance we have because you're an asshole? These things take time and really the people who are standing in the way are the shifters."

Artie shakes his head, and narrows his eyes at her studying her. "You're buying into their shit. I thought you were better than that. But from what I hear you've been enjoying being Quinn's dirty blood whore haven't you?"

Santana freezes, glad that Charlie had taken off. "I give Quinn massages, if people or shifters think there's anything more, that's their problem. I'm doing everything I can to get Quinn to soften her stance and stand up for humans. I'm certainly doing far more than you are, who just sits here and bitch."

"Is that what they're calling it? Massages?" Artie shakes his head. "You're not fucking the vampire because it helps humanity, you're doing it because you're a fucking—"

The slap rings out before she can remind herself that he wasn't worth it. She glances at her own hand stunned at the action before swallowing and getting up.

"That's how they get you to turn on your own kind," Artie calls out as he watches her flee the room. "Blood whore," he mutters under his breath.

~O~

Santana chewed on her lip, only semi-listening to Sam blathering on, about something or rather. She had no idea what she was going to do about Artie, the fact that he had a mole in the manor was worrying. If she told Sam, Artie would be thrown back in prison. If she mentioned it to Quinn, Quinn would simply hand her a weapon of some sort and expect her to take his life. Charlie would probably just separate Artie's head from his body and be done with it. It would make him a martyr, something that she didn't want.

The sound of a crunch is what brings her back to reality and she turns to look at Sam who was rooting through the brown paper bag that they had stopped by to get. "Sam, what are you doing."

"I'm hungry."

"That was for Charlie! You can't just eat them all—please tell me you didn't eat them all." Santana said snatching the bag from his hands.

"I left some behind," Sam insists indignantly.

Santana opened the far lighter bag and looked inside only to scowl at him and swat his arm hard. "You barely left any left! I'm totally ratting you out."

Sam rolled his eyes, "I'll be fine, you're the one that tricked her with cake this morning. If anyone is going to get the blame it's totally you."

Santana scowled, he was probably right. Quinn was a jerk, leaving her to do the impossible. She was Charlie's lover, and twin sister, she should be able to put Charlie in a better mood, she had no idea why Quinn was leaving it to her. Charlie didn't talk most days, getting her to talk about something she clearly didn't want to talk about would be difficult. She turns her attention back to the window. "We need to be investing in a cure, or a way to deprogram them. The thralls, instead of killing them. I mean I saw Charlie floating once, I'm not even certain that she can't fly. They're powerful, you mean they can't be taught to fix the damage? Has anyone even tried?"

"Ask her, I mean we're still working on Will Schuester, nothing's changed. He's just as deranged as how you left him. "Actually, that might work, if she sees it as doing a mercy, instead of killing a bunch of innocent people who got caught up in the war, then she might come back to her senses. Take her to the prison tomorrow."

"Me? You're available. Just turn into a dog or something and slobber on her. I mean that's why people had dogs right? Puppy dog eyes. I mean let her play fetch with you." Santana scowls.

"That's offensive."

"Don't care, what good is it if you don't use the fact that you can turn into a dog to make them feel better."

Sam scowls and shakes his head, "Says the person who is totally sleeping with Quinn."

Santana whipped her head towards him, "Does everyone know?"

"I mean it's not like you were discreet about it Santana, and Blaine knows everything and I can smell it. Plus, I can see, we had dinner and you and Quinn basically had sex on the table in front of me with your damn eyes. I don't think you realize what it smells like. She's like my mom, I find this whole thing really disturbing."

Santana opened her mouth and then closed it. If Sam knew, then it was only time before Charlie found out. "Shit."

"I know, you slept with her sister and you didn't get her cake," Sam dodges when Santana takes a swipe at his head.