Hi guys, so as promised here's Charlie's POV. I will not be uploading here the next chapters. I want to start a new story (a sequel for this). I've always wanted to do that. LOL anyways.. I want Santana's story in NY to have less drama and more fun (finger's crossed). :)

I'll be posting the first chapter of the sequel maybe tonight or tomorrow..okei? ^_^

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CHARLIE's STORY

I can get everything I want except for one thing, love. Being the only son of a Business tycoon made my life really hard. The Anderson's have all kinds of businesses. Hotels, manufacturing, real estates, you name it. My father is a perfectionist while my mother supports all of his decisions all the way.

He raised me to always live up to his expectations because someday I will take over his 'empire'.On my second year at Harvard taking up Business Admin, my dad told me that he found a girl who will be perfect for me. As always, I just said yes to him.

I was afraid that he will disown me like what he did to my little sister, Liz. He found out that she's gay. She ran away with her bestfriend and we never heard from her since. Her name had been completely forgotten in our house.

I met Frannie on our supposed to be engagement party. She's beautiful, I couldn't take my eyes off her all night. My father told me that she's very smart (and I quote "with excellent academic status") and prim and proper. She's the perfect choice to carry an Anderson name.

She's acting a little bitchy to me that night. I had no choice but to be a bit irritated at her as well because she's not the only one who didn't what's happening. I was so relieved when my father found out that Ms. Fabray got married. Which means their deal is off.

My father never accepts defeat. He made sure that Russell will not have a quiet life because of the humiliation we received from him. Things are getting out of hand and seriously I'm starting to have bad feelings about it. This has to stop so I went to Lima, Ohio to talk to Frannie.

But then when I was at the Lima Bean, I saw a very gorgeous young lady with her group of friends. I want to approach her but I don't want to be accused of something. I know she's still in high school. I just watch her secretly from the two tables between us. From that moment I knew that she's the one I want to marry.

A few months after, my parents died. I was so busy with the responsibility my father left me that I forgot about her for a while. Then I decided to hire a private investigator to know all about her. It is such a small word because that girl is one of Russell's daughters.

So I told Russell that I will destroy him if he will not pay the millions he stole from my family and gave him an ultimatum. I didn't want to seem so obvious about wanting Quinn; I knew what he would do. The man has nothing to offer besides his family.

I knew I was the luckiest guy in the world when Quinn talked to me one day while I was eating in my favorite restaurant. What she didn't know was we planned everything.

Quinn was more than I expected. She's smart and reserved but with a big and fragile heart. As months passed I fall deeper and deeper until I realized I can't pretend to be her best friend anymore. And I know she's starting to love me too. At least that's what I think she feels.

She won't tell me but I know there was someone special in her heart. I didn't want to know who that person is because there's no sense anyway. Quinn's mine now and I have forever to help her forget.

I felt something was off when her friends flew in before the wedding. Quinn got very nervous when she found out that all of them were coming. I thought it was that Noah who got her pregnant, then my suspicions turned to Sam and then lastly her first boyfriend Finn. But clearly she doesn't care about them anymore.

Maybe it was just wedding jitters, maybe that person was not really here and maybe my eyes are just deceiving me when I saw how she looks at her best friend, Santana. It can't be true; my Quinn can't be like that. She's not like her. She's marrying me, a man, for Christ's sake, so she can't be gay!

Frannie said I was in denial that how could I not see that Quinn never loved me. Apparently, she saw me turning my head everytime Quinn looks at Santana and how I pretend not to hear her sighs when Santana's near.

"Dammit Charlie, Quinn's gay!" she firmly said.

"I figured that out." I plainly tell her. "Look, Fran, my wedding will be in two hours so if there's nothing else you want me to know, I think this could wait."

"Please don't do this. I'm begging you." I felt betrayed; like my manhood had been stepped on a thousand times and my pride crushed.

I huff for a moment. I don't want to attract attention because someone might hear what we're talking about. "I love her. We're having a baby. It's her call, not mine. If she wants to pretend then I won't complain. I'll be contented on what she could give. That's how much I love her."

She let out a sigh. She looks defeated because we both know Quinn will do the right thing by her baby. And that would be a normal family, with me. She shook her head, gave me an I-can't-believe-this-is-happening look then stormed away.

The ceremony was done faster than I expected. I don't know which is painful, for her to back out at our wedding or this one. Seeing like every step towards me kills her inside. I just want her to be happy. Why can't she be happy with me?

"Charlie, are we going to bring you laptop? Because my luggage is full already, maybe we could br-" I cut her off. She's busy packing the things we're going to need for our honeymoon.

"Is this good enough for you?" I want to shout at her for making me feel this way but I don't have the heart to do so.

I was the one who took her from Santana. So if there is someone who has the right to be angry, it was both of them.

She was shock and confused with my question. She looks at me like she's about to cry.

"I..I d-don't know what you mean." She avoided my eyes by gazing down.

"Dammit Quinn, for once be honest with me!" She quickly shut her eyes when she heard the firmness of my voice. Followed by the tears I bet she's trying to withhold for a while. She bit her lips and tried to calm her sobs. "Please, talk to me."

Her shoulders are shaking because of her sobs. I went close to her and hug her. I let her cry on my chest until she calmed down. When she looked at me, I saw nothing but guilt and pain in her eyes. I sigh because I could feel how hard this is for her.

I cupped her face and looked at her eyes. I do not want to cry in front of her but I know that's what will happen if I don't tell her quick what I have to say.

"Thank you." I swallowed hard to alleviate the pain I'm feeling. "Thanks Quinn for not leaving me at the altar. For thinking about me and choosing me." I could feel the pang in my eyes.

She was about to say something but I press my finger on her lips.

"For years I convinced myself that you'll learn to love me, I told myself that soon you'll forget that someone and let me in. Because I thought that someone is a guy." Quinn's eyes went wide. "Yes, I know about Santana. And I won't tell you it didn't hurt because it surely hurts like hell."

I took her hands in mine. "I'm sorry." Her voice cracked, shame written all over her face in admission.

"I don't want to compete with her anymore, Quinn. But I have a favor to ask for our child."

"What do y-you mean?"

"My stated on his will that I need to stay married until my first child is born. If not, my child won't get anything. I don't want that to happen. But we don't have to live together. I'll be moving to Europe and just check on you from time to time."

"Charlie. I don't know what to say." She softly said.

"You don't have to." I let out a deep sigh. It's almost over. "Just take care of yourself. You're still my best friend." I faked a smile. "I love you Quinn. Good bye."

I grab my luggage before she could say anything. I'm scared that I might change my mind and hurt us both further. Quinn's been very good to me. All those years she's been loving and patient. I know I would regret this someday but I hope when I finally see her happy, even if it's with someone else, all of the pain that I'm going through was worth it.

So here I am sitting on my private jet, alone, on my wedding night. Holding a bottle of champagne that were supposed to be drinking together celebrating as newlyweds.

As always, I can get everything I want except for one thing, love...

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