Rachel Berry-Fabray was used to dealing with the Fabray's general craziness, she did after all marry a Fabray and Quinn was—unique, with all her hang-ups, but she loved her wife. No one supported her more than Quinn did, if anything it was a bit suffocating. But they had finally reached a compromise, Quinn would come to three of her shows a month, unless it was an important night. She can't help but raise an eyebrow when Charlie attempts to make herself comfortable on her couch. This was new. She was used to dealing with Russell and Judy's weird marital problems but Charlie and Santana were supposed to be normal healthy adults who knew how to deal with their marital problems without dragging other people into it.

Normally Quinn was her buffer, but her wife had needed to go on some fancy business trip and wouldn't be back for a few days. Which left her with this mess. It's not as if she didn't like Charlie, but it was nearly midnight and she wasn't in the mood to host, and if she called Quinn she was sure it would lead to a yelling match between Charlie and Quinn and it was far too late to deal with their bickering, plus Beth was asleep. At least one of them was getting their beauty rest tonight.

"Thanks Rachel, I just needed a place to stay for the night I'll be out of your hair by morning," Charlie mumbles as she takes a seat on the couch.

"You are aware that we do have a guest room, right? You don't need to sleep on the couch. I can make it up for you—"

"No. No, it's fine Rachel, the couch will do. I'll get a hotel room tomorrow, I just—I didn't want to drive around looking for a place to stay tonight, I just needed a place to crash."

Rachel studied Charlie for a moment, before sighing. Charlie looked like someone had just stolen her puppy. It was the same wounded look that Quinn would make at her. It was clearly a Fabray thing, but she wouldn't be able to sleep until Charlie got it off her chest. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," Charlie responded immediately and petulantly.

"Did Santana kick you out of the house?" Rachel presses after a moment.

"No. I left. I needed some air, so I came here. I know it's late, and if you want me to go—"

"You're Quinn's sister, and her identical twin. I'm not going to kick you out of the house. You're family."

"Quinn would totally kick me out of the house," Charlie points out.

Rachel smiled, Quinn totally would. "I'm not Quinn."

"I know, you're an angel," Charlie nods. "Quinn married up."

Rachel huffed and shook her head, Charlie was attempting to deflect by being charming. "I know," Rachel shrugs easily. "Do you need anything? Tea? Coffee? Wine?"

"Do you have anything harder?" Charlie asks after a moment.

Rachel hummed, it was one of those fights. "We do," she motions for Charlie to follow her into the kitchen and motions for the top shelf. "Your sister enjoys putting things just out of my reach, so if you could— a bit of help?"

"Yeah. Sure." Charlie said shaking her head, as she reached to grab the bottle and brings it down and looks at the bottle. "I'm sure you don't let it slide?"

"Of course, I don't, but I think your sister enjoys me getting all frustrated with her. No, I know she enjoys it far too much." Rachel responds as she grabs two glasses. She pours a drink for Charlie and pushes it towards her. "Now, you want to tell me why you're here this late, or do I have to get you drunk, before you finally tell me."

Charlie makes a face at this, she didn't know how much she wanted to share with Rachel. The last thing she needed was this getting back to Quinn, who would probably inform her parents of the situation. She didn't need that headache. "Santana's a better actor than anyone gives her credit for," she says finally.

Rachel narrowed her eyes at the statement studying Charlie for a moment before rolling her eyes, "You found out about her porn career."

Charlie's head whips up and she stares at Rachel who pours herself a drink, she watches the tiny diva incredulously. "You knew?"

Rachel shoots Charlie a dry look, "We were roommates, for most of university. Of course, I knew, and I didn't approve. It wasn't my story to tell and quite frankly I was more concerned with the fact that she was trying to set me up with your sister. You two were in love and I was busy with work and trying not to strangle your sister. It wasn't my place to tell you, and I did tell her that she should mention it to you, but she ignored me." Santana was so going to owe her for this, she always knew that this would come back to bite her in the ass. "I know this come as a shock to you Charlie, and I know you may decide to do something rash but think of all the good times that you and Santana have shared—"

"I don't care about the porn. I care that she lied to me. She keeps lying to me," Charlie interrupts. She puffs out her cheeks and looks at her sister-in-law, watching as Rachel takes a sip of her drink, making a face as the alcohol burns on it's way down. "Do you ever fake an orgasm when you're with Quinn?"

Rachel coughed and immediately slaps her chest as she coughs, her eyes watering as she looks up at Charlie. "What?"

"Don't worry, I'm not going to tell Quinn if you say yes. I just—Santana insists that people fake orgasms sometimes. I don't."

Rachel inhales sharply, Santana owed her massively. This was not the conversation she wanted to have with Charlie of all people. "We don't always have amazing sex Charlie, you have children you know how they can be. Sometimes I don't get off, but Quinn is an amazing lover. You know, she does this thing with her hips that makes me—"

"Rachel. Gross." Charlie interrupts a look of disgust on her face. "I get that, I wouldn't be upset if it was just here and there, but—I mean—it's been four years."

"Since you've had sex?" Rachel's eyes widened. "That doesn't sound like Santana—" Rachel winces at her words and swallows. "I mean—"

"Since I made her orgasm, we've had sex, I thought it was great sex, I mean given the fact that Sophie seems to enjoy interrupting. It's like she has a sixth sense for this and it's weird."

"As much as I don't want to know—when you say you two have great sex, I mean how long does it last?"

"When we have a moment to ourselves, normally an hour."

Rachel nods, that was still plenty of times for sex. Both Santana and Charlie led busy lives, they simply didn't have time to have sex all day. She and Quinn didn't even have time for an hour a day, they made do with what they could. "And?"

"What do you mean and?"

Rachel sighed, "Are you a generous lover? Do you go down on her? Are you a quick shot? You do realize that many women have trouble orgasming through simple penetrative sex."

"She doesn't like me going down on her—wait is that really true?" Charlie crinkled her nose.

"Studies have shown that's the case, Santana might fall into that category. You know they do classes for this kind of thing, I know it may be embarrassing, but perhaps you should talk to a sex therapist about it."

"A what?"

"A sex therapist, which you probably won't do because it would probably be easier to talk to your wife about this. I get being upset, and yes this is probably a terrible blow to your ego to know that Quinn is better than you when it comes to sex, but—"

"I've never had problems sexually, I also haven't been with anyone who has as much hang ups about sex than Santana."

"But—" Rachel presses. She wasn't going to get into Santana's odd hang-ups with Charlie. The two of them would need to figure it out for themselves.

"But what?"

"You love her and you're going to talk with her to make it work, right?" Rachel continues for Charlie who stares at her. "Charlie, she's the mother of your children and it's not as if you've never given her pleasure. She admitted that much right, so figure out what works for her and get over it," Rachel informs Charlie bluntly.

Charlie's jaw drops, "I take it back you're not an angel."

"I never said I was, I did however agree with you that Quinn married up," Rachel pats Charlie's hand. "Sleep on it and then go back to your wife and talk about it like a normal adult, because last time I checked, it's your turn to deal with your parents." Rachel sniffed, she didn't need Judy picking at her for a week before she went back to her husband.

"Sure, that fixes the sex part, but that doesn't fix the lying part. How can I trust her to be honest with me? She's never been honest with me," Charlie insists. "I don't even know if she loves me, I don't lie to her, I tell her everything—"

"Everything?" Rachel presses immediately. "So, you informed her about the strippers that you had at your bachelorette party?"

Charlie immediately flushed a deep red, "Nothing happened."

"No, but you didn't exactly share with Santana that you had strippers there. Or that you got a lap dance, or according to Quinn how you bust—"

"How much does Quinn tell you?" Charlie hisses, she was going to murder her twin.

"Everything. Of course, she was making fun of you, but I have many other stories of things that I'm sure you didn't tell Santana. Everyone has their secrets. What I do know is that Santana loves you, she adores you. You have two beautiful children together. She would do anything for you. I mean whether you can get past this or not is completely up to you, but let's face it Charlie. You're not going to find anyone better than Santana and no one is going to put up with you like Santana does."

Charlie puffs out her cheeks at this statement, Rachel was right of course. She was far too old and too lazy to date anyone else. "Santana knows about the strippers."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "You were covered in glitter, of course she knows about the strippers. Even if she didn't, Noah was there of course there was strippers. She's not an idiot Charlie. She trusted you. Do you trust her?"

"Of course, Santana wouldn't cheat on me. I just don't know if she's lying or not!"

"You know when Santana's lying to you, she doesn't lie. She can't be bothered to lie to you. You know she's brutally honest, that's why you fell in love with her. Remember, your first fight? She called you every name in the book and then started in on you in Spanish, she threw all your flaws in your face and then the two of you had sex—I certainly remember it. I had an audition the next morning and you were both still going at it at five in the morning."

"She's super hot when she's pissed," Charlie shrugs, when Rachel narrows her eyes she sighs. "She doesn't tell me things. Important things."

"So be annoyed with her for that, but don't turn into your parents over this. Because, she's probably right. If she had told you before you were ready, this wouldn't be your reaction. I mean she had twelve years to tell you, probably should have mentioned it after Bela was born but she didn't."

Charlie puffs out her cheeks. "Is she hiding anything else?"

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Even if she was, I wouldn't tell you. I'm letting you sleep on my couch and drink Quinn's scotch. As far as I'm concerned, I've already fulfilled my sister-in-law duties. I'm going to bed Charlie. Think about it. Figure out what you want to do—without the influence of alcohol and then go home and be with your wife, who has probably been texting you all night. Don't think I didn't notice you switching off your phone when you got here."

Charlie makes a face, "Fine. Goodnight Rachel—and thanks."

Rachel nods, putting her glass in the sink and heading to her bedroom. She pauses for a moment and turns and looks over at Charlie. "You should ask Quinn for tips, maybe she could teach you that thing she does—"

"Rachel."

"Just a suggestion." Rachel laughs, before leaving Charlie with her thoughts.

Charlie waits for a moment before fishing her phone out of her pocket, and turning it on. She grimaces when it starts to vibrate wildly and picks it off the counter. 136—137 missed messages. Santana was still desperately trying to talk to her, and she could feel the guilt start to eat at her. She unlocks her phone and quickly sends Santana a text.

I'm at Quinn's. I'm unsure if Rachel's evil or not. Also, I love you. I'll be home tomorrow. We'll talk then.

Charlie waits for a moment watching as the three dots show up to show that Santana had read the message and was replying.

Talk as in…?

Charlie rolls her eyes and runs a hand through her hair for a moment before deciding to text back.

We're not getting divorced. But you need to be honest with me. Also, I had strippers at my bachelorette party and I got a lap dance. See honesty. Not difficult.

A small smile appears on Charlie's lips as she sees the three dots appear on the screen. She already knows what her wife is going to send her in return.

I'm assuming you're only telling me this because I screwed up?

Charlie snorted, Santana was predictable at times and she did know her better than anyone.

Yep.