"You stole his hat!"

Santana glanced up at Brittany who was leaning against Mike and shook her head, "He never mentioned he was a captain."

Mike shrugged, "It's not that impressive. You need 360 days on the water, at four hours each day, documented within the last five years. Then it's like a couple of tests and a crap ton of paperwork. Most of the guys are licensed Captains. Charlie pays for us to take the test if we want to. It comes with a raise and everything, if we also show him we have competency actually being able to drive the yacht."

"I asked for a job and he said no," Santana raised a brow.

"Technically all I did was fetch them coffee and stuff and cleaned up. The guys said I could maybe apply if I at least had my lifeguard training and some basic CPR done."

Brittany covered Mike's mouth, "So are you two back together?"

Santana winces and plays with the stupid hat. "I don't know, he said we'd talk about it when he wasn't working. I don't think we're getting back together," Santana admits. "Honestly, I'm just hiding from my parents. They're probably freaking out and are going to blame this disaster on me, when it's my dad that's treated Charlie like the help."

"What disaster?" Brittany asks flopping on the seat beside Santana.

"This disaster, I don't think your dad likes my father very much. My dad's been super stressed about getting your father to invest, if it falls through—"

"My dad doesn't invest based on how much he likes someone, it's like pulling teeth to get him to part with his money. He's already done his research, he's already listened to your father's pitch. He's only here because he likes you for Charlie. And the only reason he likes you for Charlie is because my mom likes you for Charlie, and my dad likes peace in his life as much as he loves his money." Brittany points out.

"Will she like me for Charlie, if she finds out I broke up with him?"

"Well when she finds out why you broke up with him, she might actually start smacking him for being an idiot. He should have told you." Brittany points out.

"That's what I said, he's still upset. I think he's more annoyed that I flaunted a guy in front of him to make him jealous." Santana frowns slightly, that had been stupid and juvenile and she had thought Charlie was going to make a snide comment about how young she was.

"He missed you. He was a mess before I convinced him to get dressed and shower. He spent a week out on a boat in the middle of nowhere fishing, and living like some caveman," Brittany pointed out. She leans in and drops her voice dramatically, "I think he's in love with you and he doesn't know how to handle it."

"Please don't put ideas into her head."

Santana glances up at Charlie who was standing beside Lucas, "I thought you were driving the boat?"

Charlie shifts uncomfortably and gets shoved forward by Lucas. "You stole my hat." He's met with groans from both Brittany and Lucas, but he ignores them and focuses on Santana.

Santana rolled her eyes, "I did you a favor. You looked like an idiot with it on."

Charlie runs a hand through his hair, he frowns when Lucas clears his throat. "Santana, this is my evil identical twin brother. Note his pasty ass skin and—"

Lucas pushes Charlie to the side, and flashes Santana a smile and a wink. "It's a pleasure to finally be introduced to you properly Santana. Charlie—"

"Can totally throw you overboard and drive away," Charlie interrupts, furrowing his brow.

"Is a grouchy old man," Lucas continues smoothly. "Around you he is considerably less so, so whatever it is that you're doing. I say keep it up."

"I'm only here for my hat," Charlie insists reaching for the hat only for Santana to pull it away from his grasp. He frowns and makes another move for it when Santana smirks at him. "Okay fine, but I'm not having this conversation in front of those two."

"We'll give you your space," Lucas said reaching for Brittany and nodding towards the exit.

"Mike stay and take copious notes," Brittany smiled at her older brother.

Charlie turned to look at Mike who immediately turned and walked out of the room, without him needing to say anything. He rubs the back of his neck and looks at Santana. "I really do need the hat back."

"Just say it," Santana sighs.

"We did break up, it doesn't matter if we never had the conversation. You cut off all contact, and when I did see you, flaunted some douche nozzle in front of my face. I had a shit ton of fun with you this summer—"

"I don't need a huge long spiel about you breaking up with me."

"We're already broken up!" Charlie grumbles. "I'm single. You're single! Don't put this on me. I just didn't tell you I had a douchebag brother who is probably listening at the doorway with my equally nosy sister. I didn't tell you my last name because it wasn't important. I was just some dumb idiot mechanic that you wanted to sleep with. Then you decided to date me to impress Brittany or whatever. It wasn't important what my last name was, this was only supposed to be a summer fling."

"That's not fair. I was trying—"

"I know. I know you wanted more from me, and I was getting there. I was going to tell you but then my brother, the fucking cheap-ass, wants to see the dolphins so he can propose to Rachel. I figured two birds one stone, I could invite you over and tell you after, you know they were done having sex or whatever. I didn't think it was that big of a rush, you're the one that jumped to conclusions."

"You didn't text me, you didn't even try to explain. The only person who was explaining was Brittany, and that wasn't good enough. You could have walked over at any time to where I work and had a conversation. You didn't."

"You should have known that I wouldn't cheat on you." Charlie says throwing his hands up in the air.

Santana stares at him incredulously, "Why? How? How should I have known?" Santana snaps back at him. "You've been so forthcoming with information. You didn't tell me you went to Yale, you didn't offer any information about an identical twin. I didn't even know your last name! Why would I just 'know' that you wouldn't cheat on me? For all I knew you were an international criminal!"

Charlie scowled, she had a point. He didn't quite like that she was right. He licks his lips trying to figure out his next move. "Charles Reagan Fabray."

"Excuse me?" Confusion flashes across Santana's face.

"That's my name. My father is Russell Fabray, my mother is Judy Fabray. I have two sister's and an evil douchebag identical twin brother. One of my sisters is a literal hell beast, and the other one is an angel an annoying angel. I was born in February, I'm twenty-three. I own my own luxury yacht company. I'm in my last year of Yale. I live on a boat, for like five months of a year." Charlie frowns. "And I really enjoyed dating you. Even if you stole my hat and can't tell me apart from Lucas. I would like our relationship to continue."

"Any cousins I should know about?" Santana presses. "A triplet?"

"No. Can I have my hat back?" Charlie crosses his arms over his chest. His ears turning a bright pink. This was humiliating.

"You really look stupid with a hat on." Santana said before she puts it on his head for him. She rests her hand on his cheek gently. "I still think you're an ass Charlie. It doesn't matter that you're a Fabray."

"I did promise to take you on a tour of Yale," Charlie offers. "We can go next weekend if you want?"

Santana rolled her eyes, "Fine, but we're leaving at noon."

"Eight."

"Ten."

Charlie narrowed his eyes, but sighs when Santana smirks triumphantly. "Fine. Do you want to drive the yacht?"

Santana blinked, and eyed Charlie carefully. "You'll be right there?"

"Yes Santana, I'll be right behind you."

Santana smirks. "Fine but I get to wear the hat."