"Santana, Rachel's a vegan."

Santana raised a brow and turned to look at Brittany, she'd been trying to plead Charlie's case for most of the morning and she didn't want to hear it. "I don't see what has to do with anything."

"Charlie isn't a vegan and is perfectly okay with the slaughter of cute little farm animals, so long as he gets his meat. Rachel isn't and they'd spend all their time arguing over something completely stupid, they're not together."

"I saw what I saw, and I'm sure he doesn't want to admit to you that he was making out with his best friend's girlfriend, but he was. He looked like he was in love with her," Santana insists stubbornly. She narrows her eyes at Brittany she had thought that Brittany would have her back. "You don't believe me."

"No. I believe you saw someone who looked like Charlie kissing Rachel, but I'm telling you that there is a perfectly logical explanation for this." Brittany insisted.

Santana sighed and tossed down the napkin that she'd been using to wipe down the bar. "Okay. What is it? What is the perfectly logical explanation."

"Charlie has a twin." Brittany said, Charlie should have mentioned this weeks ago. In fact, he should have just been honest with Santana from the get go, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't understand his hesitation. Especially with Santana's father being sort of a prick.

Santana blinked, and then raised a brow. This wasn't one of those tele nova's her abuela enjoyed, she wasn't going to believe that crock of shit. "Charlie has an evil twin?" she repeats slowly.

"Well, Charlie thinks he's evil but really not."

"Brittany, I know you think you're helping but this isn't some fantasy, this is my life and I mean what am I doing? Charlie is having an affair, and sure he likes me now, but he was all over Rachel. You don't kiss someone like that unless you're in love with her and I'm not going to be the other woman, and hope that he chooses me. I have self-respect, and honestly I didn't think he was that kind of dude."

"Santana, I know for a fact that Charlie really likes you, and that there's nothing going on between him and Rachel. Rachel is in love with Lucas—"

"I saw him Brittany, and you told him what I said. Why isn't he out here pleading his case or trying to lie to me." Like he could at least make the pitiful attempt, but he was just a liar who knew he'd been caught at least he respected her well enough not to pull some bullshit line about having an identical twin.

"Because you don't believe he has an identical twin, even though that's the truth. He should have told you that he had a brother, he should have told you a lot of things, including his last name," Brittany said crossing her arms over her chest. "Hell, there are plenty of pictures—how have you not checked out any of his social media presence?"

"Because he's an old man who doesn't have any social media presence except for his damn boat shop, this was mostly about the sex, he's better at that then he is at talking to people. In case you haven't realized it yet Britt, but Charlie is an asshole. He's proud of himself for being an asshole—"

"Well yes, but everyone knows that. He's a miserly old man, who we all honestly thought was going to die alone, yelling at kids about his lawn," Brittany agrees with her. "Which is why I'm trying to get you two back together, because you're probably the best person he's ever going to get, which is super sad because Charlie's amazing and he deserves someone amazing too." It would be easier to convince Santana to go to him then it would be for Charlie to go to Santana and just tell her everything from the beginning. She frowns and pulls out her phone, Santana was just like Charlie she wasn't that big on the whole social media thing, at least she hadn't been for the summer. Most of her time had been spent at work and with Charlie. She pulls out her phone, she didn't care if Charlie got mad at her, Santana needed to know that she had made a mistake. She pulls out phone and flips through her pictures till she finds a photo with all her siblings in it. It was last Christmas and she grins Charlie had on little reindeer slippers. "See."

Santana glances at the photo and shrugs, this didn't actually prove that it hadn't been Charlie who was making out with Rachel. "So, what you're telling me is that Charlie's evil twin who he's never mentioned, came to his boat and made out with Rachel for no apparent reason? Thus, betraying your brother Lucas?"

Brittany blinked, and looked at the picture how could she not see the family resemblance? "Santana, I think the thing I'm trying to say is that we're all—"

"Save it Britt, even if this is true, he's the one that should be telling me this not you. If he cared, then he'd be here trying to convince me that he has an identical twin who is fucking with Lucas's girlfriend behind his back."

"You—" Brittany sighed when Santana shot her a glare, she wasn't listening. She would be forced to try Charlie again, but Charlie was being this annoying little shit, and behaving like a bigger dick than his usual dickish behavior. It would be difficult to get through to him, which meant that she would have to drag Lucas into this mess and have him explain it to Santana. "Okay."

Santana exhaled, she wasn't going to cry over a stupid boy, and she wasn't going to let her parents gloat about being right about him. She just wanted to be alone and avoid him and his stupid face. If only because she wasn't sure that she wouldn't believe him if he came to her and fed her this bullshit story about a twin.

~?~

Charlie winced as he poked at the stitches on the palm of his hand, he had been frustrated and annoyed and he had managed to cut himself deeply while working on one of the boats. So not only had he been dumped, he was now a cripple. His luck was simply amazing, though maybe it was karma coming back to bite him firmly in the ass.

He looks at the phone on his desk and finally picks it up, he had tried to call Santana a few times, to swallow his pride and tell her that he missed her, and that this really was a giant misunderstanding, but he couldn't do it. His finger would hover over Santana's name before he would put the phone back down. He had written some lengthy texts, which he had ended up deleting. This was supposed to be fun, they were supposed to be having fun.

Apologize, drag Lucas's ugly ass back here and then show Santana that he indeed had an identical twin brother, though they hadn't been exactly identical in years. The reality was that he should be the one offended that she had mistaken them, he had a tan from working out in the sun. Lucas was still pasty white. HIs hands were calloused from working with his hands, Lucas had baby soft hands. It was actually rather creepy in his opinion. Lucas had developed a love for a vegan, thus going against everything that being a Fabray stood for, he wasn't his brother.

The front door to his shop jingles and Charlie pushes his chair, so he can see who had entered, he grimaces immediately. Clearly Karma was informing him that he had done something terribly wrong if his luck was this bad. With some effort he gets up and heads to the desk and forces a smile onto his lips, "Mr. Lopez, it's a pleasure to see you again," he lies.

Miguel flicks his eyes to Charlie's injured hand for a moment, but he chooses to ignore it. "Your office called and informed me that today was the last day to make any changes, and I want to make sure that everything was perfect."

Charlie sighed as slowly made his way to the computer at the desk, it was pushing it, "It is, it's best if we know how many people are going to be on the yacht, we will be doing a headcount of course, and making sure there is more than enough floatation devices if anything goes wrong, but you did order food and considering how important this contract is for you running out of food wouldn't be impressive." Charlie says duly, he had no idea why he was helping Miguel impress his father. He had just never been the type to run home and cry to his parents.

Miguel studies Charlie for a moment, "I'm certain I told you the last time we were here, that I would prefer to deal with your manager, or someone with a bit more seniority. My daughter insists that you're close with the Fabray family, something which I'm certain is patently untrue. What I'm getting at is that if you are do know Russell Fabray—"

"I am not bad at my job," Charlie interrupts trying to keep the scowl off his features.

"Your hand says otherwise, I hope that you have other mechanics on staff, because if there are any issues with the vessel, I will sue."

Charlie stared at Miguel for a long hard moment, before flashing him a smile. "I'm going to go find Ken for you," he says finally. He wasn't in the mood to deal with the customers, it wasn't his speciality, Ken dealt with this shit.

Miguel nodded, and watched as Charlie went around the counter and moved to the doorway, "You know, you were just one of Santana's many phases, right? She's going to Yale and I'd hate for her to grow attached to someone who doesn't have a future."

Charlie stopped at the doorway, his rage boiling, and for the first time in a very long time he was tempted to use his last name to put Miguel in his place. He liked being just Charlie, he had never liked the boring parties and the fact that people would try and get close to him for his last name. He was the only person in his family who had calloused hands from actually working with his hands, and he was proud of what he had accomplished. "Of course," he said after a moment pushing the door open. He was going to find Ken and then find a boat so he could go fishing for a few days.

Fishing would be nice, he hadn't had a few days to himself in what felt like forever. He'd just have to make sure Sam or someone checked in on Brittany so his parents wouldn't bitch at him. He begins to make plans as he looks for Ken when he's forced to take a step away from the parking lot, when some douchebag in a small tiny sports convertible nearly runs him over. "Seriously what the—" his eyes lock onto Santana and the words die in his throat.

She was sitting in the passenger's side of the car, and he's aware she can see him, because she's looking right at him and a smile begins to form on his face for a moment until someone's arms are thrown around her shoulder. He tilts his head to the side and stares at the guy he's never seen before. Santana worked fast, but it seems like she was into douchebags.

'Watch the car!"

Charlie blinks and looks at the stupid car for a moment, he was definitely over-compensating, his parents had probably bought him the car. He looks at Santana once more, there was a lot that he could comment on, but if she was going to date this douchebag then it clearly wasn't worth it. She clearly wasn't worth it. The thought of course bothered him to some degree, but he needed to find Ken to deal with this giant clusterfuck of a situation.