Santana Lopez was not truly used to being ignored, especially not from Charlie. She hadn't seen him since he'd come back from his little jaunt to New York and he seemed to have busied himself with his yacht business. Every time she had visited him, he'd been busy working. And not even in the fun way, where he worked shirtless and his body glistened with his sweat after a few some exertion. As far as she was concerned his behavior was unacceptable, she had needs too.
At least that was what she wanted to believe that this was about, maybe she had pushed him too soon because she let her parents get into her head. She liked what they had. She didn't quite understand the mysterious thing but they had both agreed that this was a summer fling, the very idea that she should meet his parents didn't quite make sense to her.
She was trying to make this something that it wasn't, and that wasn't fair to him. But really at this point she just needed him to scratch that itch and then she could tell him to forget about it. She was being ridiculous and she didn't really want to admit that she liked him. He was gruff, he was a dick most of the time, he had this weird relationship with Brittany, she would just reaffirm that this was a summer romance and nothing more.
She stops just at the dock and squints a bit, because she's certain she spots Rachel on his yacht, and she frowns. He hadn't mentioned that she was stopping by this weekend, but he had said he was busy this weekend. In his usual overly mysterious way. He hadn't told her what he was doing or why he needed to do it. He had just told her he'd be busy. She hadn't been curious, he did work on the weekend. But that didn't explain why a Broadway star was currently on Charlie's deck. She moves a bit closer to get a bit of a look, maybe it was just a personal favor to Lucas. Brittany had mentioned that Rachel was going to be a part of the family. Maybe she could get some answers as she raises her hand to wave and greet Rachel.
But the words die in her throat and it's the sharp pain of betrayal that rips through her. She can practically taste the acid rising up as she watches as Charlie comes out from the cabin and wraps his arms around Rachel. At least from where she was standing it was Charlie's back. He'd gotten another haircut and the laughter and adoration in Rachel's voice as she squeals and laughs hits her hard. She immediately bites back her jealousy. She'd been to quick to judge and that had blown up in her face, even though she knew that Charlie wasn't exactly big on the physical contact. He winced every time Brittany threw herself on him and demanded a piggy back.
Except, her original suspicions were proven to be correct as Rachel turns around and pulls Charlie down so that she can kiss him. And kiss him she does, even from here she can feel the love and intensity. Maybe it was the taboo of it all, maybe it was the fact that Rachel looked to be so in love but it's to much and she stumbles backward, falling down hard on the dock before she heads back to the car. She's not even sure why her eyes are so blurry, and why she feels so hurt. It was just a summer fling. He was just a summer fling, a shitty summer fling and his age, meant nothing. He was just as much of a lying douchebag as everyone else she had ever met. She had thought he was different, someone who hadn't cared about her family name. But she was wrong and what's worse her parents had been right.
They had warned her, they had told her about it and Charlie had just used her. So, any fantasy she had entertained of actually being important to him and being his girlfriend or something was going to remain that. A fantasy.
She wipes her eyes and grabs her phone, it was petty and it could ruin her father's stupid business venture with Mr. Fabray but she didn't care. Brittany needed to know who Charlie was. And what he was doing to their family. She texts Brittany what she had just seen. She would deal with the consequences of that action later.
I just saw Charlie and Rachel making out on his boat. You might want to be the one to tell Lucas.
Brittany of course doesn't text back and she's unsure if it's because Mikes there or she's forgotten to charge her phone again but she doesn't care. She wipes her face as best as she can. She was Santana Lopez and this was her last summer before she went off to Yale. It was a large enough campus and she didn't need to ever bump into him. It was best to hang out with the people she knew instead of following a douchebag around like some little love-sick puppy.
~?~
Charlie hopped off his boat, as far as he was concerned his job was done. Rachel had said yes, there was champagne, there were dolphins, everything had gone well. As far as he was concerned Rachel was getting the raw end of this deal. He had actually lived with Lucas for years and they had shared a womb. He was certain that Rachel would divorce him once she found out how unbearable he was. He stretches, maybe he could finally see Santana, he'd make it up to her for blowing her off for the week. It was getting harder and harder to keep her from finding out who he was.
He was certain that she liked him, you didn't what Santana did in bed if you didn't like someone right? And maybe it was time to talk about making things a bit more serious. Maybe continuing their romance into the school year. He rubs his chin feeling the stubble as he wonders who he can bum a ride off of, when he spots Brittany making a beeline towards him. "Brittany. No. Sit!"
Brittany rolls her eyes and punches him in the chest, watching him wince. "I told you she needed to know. How could you leave it this long? She liked you, and her family is loaded too, so she was never going to marry you for your money."
Charlie blinks twice, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Santana saw Lucas kissing Rachel today. You look like Lucas. Santana doesn't know you have an identical twin brother. Therefore, she thinks—"
"Why in the world would I kiss Rachel? She's vegan," Charlie said in disgust.
"That is so not the point! You like Santana, and I like Santana and I think it's stupid and silly that you haven't told her that we're related. I think it's silly that she doesn't know you have a twin brother. So now she's hurting because she thinks you're a dirtbag, who is sleeping with his best friend's girlfriend. Fix it. Fix it Charlie, or I swear—"
"You'll what?" Charlie snapped back, his head was pounding and he was starting to get stressed. This was why he didn't date. "If Santana wants to think that I'm a dirtbag then so be it, I'm going to go find somewhere else to be. Rachel and Lucas are being unnecessarily loud in what I can only imagine is their boring lovemaking."
"Charlie if you love her—" Brittany began only for Charlie to turn around and walk off. "Where are you going?"
"To get away from you!" Charlie shouts back. He needed to think, he needed to see Santana and have the conversation that he'd been dreading. But he didn't quite know what to say, she wouldn't believe him if he mentioned that Lucas was his brother and they were twins. He wasn't even sure if he had a picture of Lucas. He was also slightly offended that Santana would mistake him for brother. Lucas was pale and he spent most of his days with his shirt off in the sun, they weren't even close to the same shade anymore. "Fuck!" He snapped. He just needed to focus on work, like he had planned to do originally. She hadn't even stopped to yell at him so he could shove Lucas at her so she understood, and then got offended that he was mistaken for Lucas yet again.