"There you are!"

Santana watches as Charlie jerks away from the wheel, in surprise, and turns to glare at the intrusion for a moment. She had gotten bored of driving and had just decided to sit and watch for a bit. She turns to look at her father, she wasn't truly surprised that he would try and find her, given how he couldn't read Russell's actions. She shoots her father a flat look, "I'm talking to my boyfriend, we're discussing a trip to Yale, we're sailing there," she informs her father. Normally she wouldn't get away with this, but now that her father knew exactly who Charlie was, she would probably get away with murder.

Miguel sputtered slightly surprised by Santana's disrespect, and he turns to look at Charlie who is rubbing the back of his neck. He didn't like the boy, even knowing that he was a Fabray, he still didn't like him. "Charles Fabray."

"Charlie. The only one who calls me Charles is my father, when he's either really irritated at me, or really happy with me. I'm sorry that I wasn't forthcoming with my last name, but I want to run my business in relative peace and without relying on my last name," Charlie informed him before returning to the wheel.

Miguel inhaled deeply, "I can understand that. If I've offended you in any way this summer, I apologize for my shortness with you."

"It's fine," Charlie said with a shrug of his shoulders. "You don't have to pretend to be nice to me, if you don't like me and think that I'm incompetent then you can just be open with it. I'm going to keep dating your daughter even though I know you're not my biggest fan. Which again, fine. I just really like your daughter. I can't help you with my dad, I wish I could. But no one can convince my dad to do anything except my mother and she doesn't get involved with his business affairs."

Miguel frowned, "Your father must be an excellent poker player, I can't get a read on him."

"Have you just asked him? I mean have a conversation with him, he doesn't like people being cowardly either. Talk about your kids, about golfing or whatever it is that parents talk about when the kids aren't there. I know he likes Santana, so talk about her."

Miguel turned to look at Santana, it was the first time he'd noticed the Captain's hat on her head. He tilts his head slightly. "Did you steal his hat?"

"Yes." Charlie and Santana said at the same time. They look at each other for a moment and Santana shrugs.

"He looks terrible with it on, so I'm honestly doing him a favor," Santana informs her father.

"I see," Miguel said when Charlie makes an attempt to get his hat back only for Santana to swat his hand away. "I'll leave you to it then. I think I'll take your advice." He shoots his daughter a look once more but shakes his head when she ignores him.

Charlie waits until Miguel is gone, before looking at Santana and giving her a look. "He's still your dad."

"I know, but he really was horrible to you this summer."

"Says the person who wanted to use me as a booty call for the summer," Charlie points out.

"You're the one that took me out on your floating bedroom to see the dolphins."

"That's not—"

Santana gets up and moves beside him and stands on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "I'm going to head back down to the party and help my dad out. I think he's really depending on this contract with your father."

"He's going to say yes, tell your father that you should never take my father's first offer." Charlie said. When Santana shoots him a look, he shrugs. "The moment he asked me to get information to use against your dad, I knew that he was going to invest."

"Wait—"

"I hung up on him." Charlie informs her. "I don't get involved in my father's business, and he stays out of my business."

"And to think that you were worried about me using you for your last name," Santana scoffed. "You could have been using me for mine."

"True," Charlie tilted his head she had a point, he hadn't thought of it like that. "I'm sorry. For not telling you earlier."

"I think my abuela is already planning the wedding, so it's probably for the best you were being all mysterious," Santana shrugged. "We do need to talk about our relationship though, because there's probably a still about stuff you haven't told me."

Charlie looked at her. "We've got time, don't we? This isn't just a summer fling anymore is it?"

Santana smiles, "No. It isn't."

~?~

"So, will Charlie have a plus one at the wedding?" Rachel asked as she leaned against Lucas, she watched him blink at the idea and then scowl. "You did a good thing for him, don't think about how much the extra dish is going to cost."

"I didn't do this for him, I did this so we can finally have another couple to hang out that isn't completely insane," Lucas pointed out.

Rachel scoffed and gently swatted his arm, "You're only upset because you don't know any of the great Broadway performances."

"The only Broadway star I care about is you," Lucas admits, as he takes Rachel's hand.

"Nice save," Rachel laughs. She turns to look at Charlie who was busy talking to a few of the straggling guests, "He's in love isn't he?"

Lucas flicked his eyes towards his brother for a moment, there was a content smile on his face as he listened to Santana talking, "Yeah. Good thing Brittany called us to make sure we fixed it." He watches Charlie for a moment place his hand on Santana's hip. "He's not even in denial about this. He's in love with her."

Rachel watches as Santana drags him along, "Good, I was with your mother and worried he'd be living on our couch until we had kids."

Lucas snorted, he really did need to tell Rachel that his place in New York was Charlie's but that didn't matter right now.