AN: Another Chapter, I'm glad you're all liking this story, and like I said, no need to worry about me not posting it on time, I do have this whole story finished like I said, so for the next few days enjoy this story while I have another small fic in the wings. Sort of. I mean it's almost done, more or less.


Bela hummed as she watched Charlie hammering away at something. Charlie hadn't really said much this entire time. She thought it was weird that her mom insisted on putting on her wig when Charlie was around. "Charlie?" Bela asked kicking her feet as Charlie continued to hammer away. "You have to kiss my mom."

Charlie's head whipped to look at Bela as metal connected with her hand. "Fuck—" Charlie began clutching her hand. Hopping around and shaking it off, before remembering she was in the presence of a child. "I mean fudge—I totally said fudge." Charlie said attempting to shake the pain away.

Bela giggled as she watched Charlie hopping up down and shaking her hand. She covered her mouth and quickly coughed when Charlie glanced at her again. "Charlie. I'm ten and a half! You can swear in front of me." Bela said, her mom did it all the time. Bela leaned forward and picked up the hammer that Charlie had dropped and offered it to her other mother.

The throbbing sensation in her hand disappeared and Charlie exhaled as she took the hammer and slipped it into her tool belt. "Come again? I'm pretty sure you said that I have to kiss your mom," Charlie dropped her voice to a whisper and looked up at the ceiling. Santana was upstairs resting and she didn't want her to hear her.

"I did say that," Bela said grabbing onto Charlie's arm and tugging her along. "We have to come up with the perfect plan so my mom can have true love's kiss with you, which will cure her cancer." Bela informed Charlie bluntly. "I was going to let you and my mom figure it out on your own but you're hopeless and my mom thinks you're lame, so you're going to need all the help you can get. So I'm going to help you."

"You're going to help me?" Charlie questioned and frowned a bit. "What do you know about kissing? You're ten," Charlie allowed Bela to pull her upstairs.

"And a half!" Bela reminded Charlie. "I know everything about true love's kiss—well mostly. But I'm just going to make you attractive for my mom. Beth says that you need to show her how hot you are. So you're going to have be like—glistening and the sun has to hit you just right."

"Bela—" Charlie says.

"Mom you don't have to hire someone to mow the lawn for you! Charlie said she'll do it." Bela informed her mother who was drinking some water. "I'm going to show her where the lawn mower is."

Santana coughs in surprise, her lawn was getting unruly and some of the neighbors had complained. She had been meaning to call someone to take care of it for her. She looked at Charlie who rubbed the back of her neck. "You don't have to mow the lawn for me, I can hire some kid to do it for twenty bucks." Santana points out.

Charlie shrugged only to have ten year old elbows meet her hip causing her to wince. Charlie flicked her eyes to Bela who pushed her forward a bit. "I don't mind Santana, if you need anything else done around the house, or outside I can help. You just need to ask. It shouldn't take me that long."

Santana flicked her eyes to her daughter for a moment and glared at her. She was up to something, she could just feel it. Santana sighs and turns back to Charlie and nods, "Thanks Charlie." She's about to let them run off when she remembers something. "Bela—your aunt Brittany said she'd be stopping by. I think she had a terrible date last night."

Bela crinkled her nose at this, "Good luck with that mom!"

Santana blinked, "You can't leave me with her!"

"I've got to help Charlie!" Bela informed her grabbing Charlie's arm and tugging again.

Santana grumbled, "Traitor," she mutters under her breath as Bela grins and practically drags Charlie out of the room. She sighed and shook her head, she probably should have given Charlie some warning about Bela's plans but seeing the lost and slightly amused look on Charlie's face was hilarious.


Charlie eyes her daughter warily as she unravels the hose as she figures out how to start the lawn mower, "How is she—your mom? Like really," Charlie asks Bela who turns to her.

Bela frowns a bit and then shrugs at the question. "She's just really tired all the time, and some days she gets really sick. We don't really get to do as much cool stuff like we normally used to. Like she used to mow the lawn and we normally would have a garden around this time of year, but she's too tired to do it. We were going to start growing vegetables this year. Mom thought it might help me eat my vegetables, but I guess we're not going to do that this year. I'd eat all the vegetables even the gross ones if it meant my mom would get better." Bela flicks her eyes to Charlie and then smiles. "But she's still my mom—and I'm glad you're helping her."

Charlie nods at this, and made up her mind. She'd get a small place nearby so she could be closer and could help out more. She didn't mind the two hour commute into the city and back. She liked driving, and she felt that she needed to be here, to give Santana a helping hand until she got better. "Okay—if you or your mom need anything all you need to do is call me."

Bela nods at this, and was about to say something when she feels something hairy brush across her hand and glances down to see the giant spider on her hand and immediately shakes her hand off. "Spider, spider—Charlie kill it." Bela demands pulling away to hide behind Charlie as the spider lays on the green hose.

Charlie flicks her eyes to spider, expecting some small thing. She immediately jumps back and scrambles backward. "Holy fuck!" Charlie said. "No! You kill it!" Charlie said trying to push her daughter forward only for Bela to smack her hand and scramble back behind her.

Bela turned to her mother, "What do you mean kill it? What type of knight are you that you can't take care of a spider?"

"I can take care of the little ones! That's fucking huge," Charlie said trying to push her daughter forward.

"I'm ten, you're old you're supposed to protect me!" Bela snapped at Charlie.

"What are you two yelling about?" Santana said finally coming outside, she had heard the yelling and had practically shoved her feet into some slippers and ran out to make sure that everything was alright.

Charlie shot Santana a look, "There's a spider Santana! Kill it." Charlie said immediately scrambling to hide behind Santana.

Santana stared at her daughter and her ex-girlfriend, and closed her eyes. "Ten years and I'm still the one that needs to kill the spiders?"

"Yes," Charlie said pushing Santana forward. "They're gross and creepy."

"You're a child," Santana said shaking her head and moving to squish the spider that had been tormenting her family.

Bela watched for a moment, "Wait—so Charlie's the princess and you're the knight mom?"

"Wait—what? I'm not a princess!" Charlie says frowning at this.

"Yes. I've been trying to tell you, how good Charlie looks in a fluffy pink dress and a tiara," Santana says at the same time patting Bela on the head.

"Ew gross! You have spider germs on you." Bela said and stumbled back. She eyes Charlie for a moment, "We have a lot of work to do."

"You should try princess curls," Santana said as she headed back inside. "Pretty sure you still have your tiara from when you thought you were a princess."

Bela huffed and waited until her mom was outside before smacking Charlie in the arm causing her to rub the area. "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"My mom killing the spider for you!" Bela demands. "How are you supposed to kiss her if she thinks you're lame and a chicken?" Bela sighed and threw her hands up.

"In case you haven't noticed by your existence, she didn't have a problem kissing me ten years ago," Charlie pointed out bluntly. "Bela—your mom doesn't love me anymore. She might tolerate me and like having me around and I hope that we can be friends one day—but the damage that I did to our relationship is still there. A kiss isn't going to make your mom fall in love with me and I'm pretty sure that your mom doesn't want me kissing her." Charlie explains.

Bela frowned, Charlie was wrong. Her mom wore her wig when Charlie was around, she didn't do it when Aunt Brittany was around and she noticed her mom watching Charlie all the time when Charlie didn't notice. "It's okay if you're the princess in this Charlie, you're still the savior."

Charlie sighs and throws her hands up, Bela wasn't listening to her and she wasn't a princess. "I'm going to mow the lawn," she says shaking her head.

Bela smiles knowing that she's won the argument, "Oh and you should totally practice not slobbering on my mom when you kiss her. That's gross!"

"I don't slobber when I kiss," Charlie said with a sniff and then gently shoves Bela, "I'm going to mow the lawn now." She said with a shake of her head as she got the lawnmower working and begins to mow the lawn.

Bela huffs and watches Charlie for a moment before going back and grabbing the hose. It's around noon so it's probably the perfect time to help Charlie out as she turns the tap and waits until Charlie's heading towards her before squirting her with the hose, drenching her.

Charlie stared the lawn mower coming to a complete stop as Bela shot her an innocent smile, "You little—"

Bela grins at Charlie and does the smart thing which is to run as far and as fast as she can. "I'm helping!" Bela calls over her shoulder as she nearly falls as she cuts a sharp corner so she can hide behind her mother. "You need to glisten Charlie. Glisten!"

Charlie huffs and grumbles at the fact that her shirt is soaked through and she sighs and immediately pulls it off, not caring that she's only in a sports bra as she heads to her truck to grab another shirt. Bela took after Santana that much was obvious. But even though she was a handful she wouldn't have it any other way.

Brittany stared as she watched Charlie from the porch. The contractor hadn't noticed her but she had certainly noticed Charlie and she swallowed. She wasn't a terrible person but if Santana didn't want her—she didn't understand why she couldn't have her. "Santana!" Brittany said tearing her eyes away from Charlie and entering the house where Santana was sitting on the couch. "Santana!"

Santana groaned, "Britt—you know I love you and if it was any other time I'd totally let you go on about your date last night but—"

"Are you okay if I tap that?" Brittany asked causing Santana to stare at her. "Charlie—you never told me she was hot! Of course she is, but have you seen those abs! And you said she was really good in bed right? I just—need a win right now and you're not using her right now."

There were days when Santana wondered why she was friends with Brittany, but if this meant she didn't have to listen and suffer through Brittany's rant about her disastrous date then so be it. She immediately squashed any feelings of jealousy that she felt and shrugged as she looked at Brittany. "Knock yourself out." She was forgetting something, but with all the chemicals coursing through her body and the fact she was exhausted, she just couldn't be bothered to remember what it was.

Brittany grinned and hugged Santana before moving to go and seduce Santana's ex-girlfriend. She knew a part of her should feel bad but if Santana had any feelings for Charlie she would have said something and it had been ten years. She exited the house and patted Bela on the head as she made her way to Charlie who was just about to start mowing again.

Charlie turned half expecting it to be Bela only to find a taller blonde standing over her. "Can I help you?" Charlie asked.

Brittany smiled at Charlie and stuck her hand out to shake Charlie's hand. "Hi, I'm Brittany Pierce, Santana's best friend and Bela's sort of godmother."

Charlie blinked and immediately got up from the ground and shook Brittany's hand. "Charlie, it's really nice to meet you. Bela's mentioned you a lot. Thank you for taking such good care of Santana and my daughter," Charlie said shaking her hand, ignoring a tickle at the back of her throat.

Bela watched and squinted her eyes only to recognize Brittany's flirtatious stance and immediately ran back inside. "Mom! Code Red! Where are—" Bela turned into the kitchen to see her mother staring out the kitchen window watching Charlie and Brittany. "Mom! Aunt Brittany's doing that thing."

Santana nodded barely paying attention as she washed some dishes, "Oh—yeah." Santana said dismissively, her eyes narrowing a bit as she watched Brittany laugh at something that Charlie said. Charlie seemed a bit confused as to what was going on. That wasn't the Charlie she remembered. The Charlie she remembered would flirt back damn the consequences.

"Mom you need to stop Aunt Brittany before she gets her hands on Charlie—just say you love her and Aunt Brittany will leave her alone." Bela said sagely frowning. What happened to Operation Praying mantis? Brittany was supposed to be helping her get her parents back together not hitting on Charlie.

Santana waved Bela off for a moment as Charlie sneezed and her eyes began to water and it suddenly clicked, Charlie was allergic to cats. She paused for a moment before immediately walking out to go and separate the two of them. Sleeping with Brittany might just kill Charlie, and Brittany would never get rid of her cats. She was doing them both a favor. "Britt—Charlie's allergic to cats," Santana said as Charlie stumbled backwards after another sneeze tripping over the lawnmower and landing on her ass.

Brittany crinkled her nose at this new piece of information, how could someone be allergic to cats. The thought baffled her. "Never mind then," Brittany said before backing away as Charlie began to sneeze and cough, tears streaming down her face.

Santana sighed and looked at Charlie, "Come inside I have some allergy medication that you can have and a glass of water," Santana said to Charlie who nodded as she sneezed again. "You're going to need to rinse out your eyes if you can."

Charlie coughed and sniffled, "You know Bela wanted me to glisten for you," she sneezed again as she was lead up the porch and into the kitchen. "I guess she got her wish."

"I said glisten not—" Bela sighed and shook her head. Maybe this had been a terrible idea she had thought that when she met Charlie she would be an even bigger badass than her mother. After all her mom was a complete badass and the only person who could win her heart was a bigger badass. But Charlie wasn't a badass she was allergic to cats. Who was allergic to cats? She huffed maybe she would have to find her mom someone else. She's about to turn away when she notices that her mom is looking at Charlie in a way that she had never looked at Dani. With affection. Maybe she had been going about this all wrong, maybe her mom needed someone lame.

Brittany smiles as she watches Santana care for Charlie, her master plan had totally worked—well not as well as she thought it would. But it had worked in a backhanded way. "I think that you've got a new plot twist in your book," Brittany whispers to Bela who smiles.


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