Charlie tapped his fingers along the helm as he listened to some music quietly, there had been zero drama which was good, it would just be an easy three-hour ride around the bay then he could slip off the boat. He knew that Brittany thought that he should see Santana or try and explain with Lucas in the room but Santana had moved on and he needed to accept that. He bobs his head to the music.
Santana watched him for a moment, he hadn't noticed her, as he bobbed along to his music and she swallows. She needed to play this right. She clears her throat and watches him jump and spin around, she shifts awkwardly. She should have thought of something poignant and witty, but all she can come up with is— "Hi."
Charlie blinks at her, "Hi," he says finally. He pauses for a moment, "You're not supposed to be here," he adds after a moment.
"Because you're still upset that I disappeared on you?"
"Because I don't like people on the bridge while I'm working," Charlie corrected. "I'm not upset with you. We agreed that once it stopped being fun then we would stop, no hard feelings. I'm sure by now you're aware that you've met Lucas. Surprise my last name is Fabray. I'm pretty sure you said that you didn't want to date a Fabray."
Santana scowled when he turned back to the wheel. "Do you have any idea how much it hurt to see someone who looked like you kissing another girl. I thought I was just some notch on your bedpost. I wondered how many other girls you brought to see the dolphins. I mean I was jealous of your relationship with Brittany, and how close she was. I re-examined every relationship that you had with another woman."
"Brittany's my sister—"
"Which I didn't know because you never told me, and she enjoyed getting piggy backs from you and touching you. What was I supposed to think?" Santana snapped at him. "My family is wealthy, I don't need or want your money. And sure, my dad might not be as caustic to you anymore, but I promise you, he still won't like you. We had sex, and my dad's weird like that." When Charlie doesn't say anything, she frowns. "You should have trusted me."
"You should have trusted me," Charlie points out. "I like Rachel, as a friend. I think she's making a terrible choice with Lucas. I would never kiss her. She's a vegan, and she's one of those preachy vegans who gives you this look while you're trying to enjoy a massive plate of bacon. Also look at me Santana, I'm better looking and in better shape than Lucas, how could you ever have mistaken us."
"You're identical," Santana reminded him. She blinks at the scandalized look on his face. "Same height, same build, same stupid haircut—"
"You take that back!" Charlie insists. "I mean you saw Lucas up close and you knew immediately it wasn't me."
"Well after he opened his mouth, he seems to be nicer than you," Santana crossed her arms over her chest. She had known the moment he had made his approach that he wasn't Charlie, but she wasn't going to just let Charlie know that. "If you caught me kissing someone else, would you have believed that I had a twin? Also, how is this a surprise to you that people might confuse the two of you? I bet it happens all the time."
"It stopped happening when we were children Santana." Sure, there was a few times when his parents got them confused, but he attributed that to them getting old, and doing it to annoy the shit out of them.
"Because they knew that you two were twins," Santana argues. "Are you really that upset that I mistook you for your brother? Like is that why you're offended right now?"
"I'm aware that you didn't know that I had a twin brother, and from a distance I can see how you could mistake us." Charlie said slowly flicking his eyes back to what he was supposed to be doing. "I just—I don't see how you could think that I would cheat on you. I'm also confused as to when you thought I had the time or the energy to carry on an affair."
"You're right." Santana agrees. "You're too lazy and too cheap, to have an affair with Rachel, plus she's a vegan and apparently you think that's some sort of mental defect."
Charlie narrowed his eyes, he didn't know why she was being so agreeable, "What do you want Santana? This was only supposed to be a summer fling and the summer is nearly over. You're off to Yale, where I promise you there will be plenty of liberal men that your father will despise, or if your flavor of the week is douchebag—"
"Which you're being," Santana points out.
"He nearly ran over me with his car," Charlie retorted.
"You lost a bet."
"Excuse me."
"When we went to Dave and Buster's, you promised to sail me up to New Haven and show me around campus. Give me the tour, we'd spend a weekend together. You never delivered on that promise. I cleaned your stupid boat."
"You broke up with me, I'm under no obligation to take you and your dimwitted boyfriend up to New Haven," Charlie grouses.
"Josh Coleman isn't my boyfriend. And technically, we never broke up."
"Bullshit."
"I just stopped talking to you for a couple of weeks, and stopped sucking your dick, because I thought you were cheating on me. I never slept with Josh Coleman, I just brought him along to make you jealous. Looks like it worked." Santana rolled her eyes.
Charlie frowned, "Look, we should talk about this after the party. I mean my parents are probably going to insist on dinner or something and you can tag along, but we need to talk."
Santana swallows, "Look, I don't know why we've got to end this when the summer ends. This is fun, I mean not now, but it was fun, and I guess you're not that big of a dick."
"Santana, after the party," Charlie promised.
"Fine," Santana snapped, it wasn't what she wanted to hear, and she can't help herself as she storms up to him and snatches his hat off his head. "You look stupid, with a hat on."
Charlie rolled his eyes but let Santana storm out with his hat. He agreed with her, he did look stupid with a hat on.