Quinn glanced over at Charlie who was on her fourth plate of pancakes, each plate adorned with bacon and maple syrup, before she turned her attention back to her mother who was currently working on a fifth plate of pancakes with Charlie. Her mother had never once allowed Charlie to eat unlimited amounts of food, and usually cut her off after her third plate. But for the past week, her mother had been almost permissive of most of Charlie's bad behavior. She hadn't even asked Charlie to help out with chores, instead she seemed content to let Charlie do whatever she pleased.

"Charlie, we're going to be late," Quinn says before her mother can place another plate in front of Charlie.

Charlie blinks twice, before looking up at Quinn and then at her half eaten plate, she didn't like to waste food and her mom hadn't once scolded this week. It was weird, but she chalked it up to her mom attempting to force her to go and help Quinn make friends in art class. That and her mom probably felt sorry for her that Santana had stopped making her food, even though she was still training Santana. The whole thing was infuriating. "Lemme finish this plate."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Hurry up Charlie. I don't want to be late."

"For the nude modeling class?" Charlie asks, her mouth filled to the brim with pancake and bacon. She half expects her mother to correct her, or remind her to chew and swallow before speaking but her mother doesn't say anything and at this Charlie frowns ever so slightly.

Quinn shook her head, "Charlie we talked about this, I want to make a good first impression. Which means that I'm not taking you anywhere, in which a woman will be naked. Besides, you have the internet, and a significant chunk of the female population at McKinley, wanting to see what all the fuss is about." Quinn hesitates and looks at her mom, "I'm just saying," she mutters.

Charlie flinched, ready for her mother's usual stern rebuke of her actions. But instead of getting a very long lecture, her mother seems content pretending that she isn't a sex addict. She flicks her gaze towards her twin, who shrugs at her and she turns her attention back to her plate, and stuffs the last of her pancakes into her mouth. "Thanks for breakfast mom, come on Quinn. I have places to be after you're done. Santana is reneging on our deal. She hasn't made me food all week, but for whatever reason I'm still supposed to help her."

"So what did you do to piss her off?" Quinn questions grabbing her keys and gently petting Wolfgang and Arte, if they could stay still maybe she'd paint them.

Charlie shrugs her shoulder as she fishes her phone out of her pocket, "I honestly have no idea. I imagine she's trying to teach me a lesson since she caught me flirting with two cheerleaders." Charlie mused as she slid into the passenger seat.

"Are you really surprised that someone you're sleeping with isn't interested in sharing you with random people?" Quinn asked, staring at her twin. She knew Charlie could be dense sometimes, but come on. "Do I need to remind you that infidelity caused our parents to get divorced?"

Charlie rolled her eyes, "Santana and I never slept together. We aren't in a relationship. So I'm free to do whatever I want with whoever I want." Charlie pointed out flatly. She frowns slightly before deciding that she wasn't going to make her way over to Santana's place after she was finished with Quinn.

"The rumor around school is that you and her are a couple. JBI called you the power couple for the ages." Quinn pointed out before pausing and groaning. "Listen to me, I'm quoting JBI of all people."

"You've hit rock bottom," Charlie informs her as she shoots a text off to Santana and then switches her phone to silent. "I'm sorry that it didn't work out with Rachel, I know a lot of women though—"

"Charlie I am not going to sleep or date someone that you've seen naked," Quinn interrupts. She sighs, "I liked Rachel, and maybe I built it up in my head to think that she returned my feelings. She didn't and I feel a bit used, so right now, just like you're going to do your crazy exercise regimes, and focus on your training. I'm going to focus on my thing, art."

Charlie rolled her eyes. "I didn't want you dating Rachel because I had dated her, grandpa told me to let it go because you liked her or something." Charlie pointed out. "I was going to say that I know a lot of women, and I've been with a lot of women. So, instead of pining over a girl Quinn and overthinking the situation, just ask yourself one question. What would Charlie do?"

"You've never had a successful relationship, so I have no idea why you think I'd ask myself what you would do in a situation. Because the answer to that is either, eat or fuck," Quinn retorted as she parks in front of the art studio. It's a rather plain building, that certainly doesn't scream art studio, and she can't help wondering if she should have asked her mom to send her to the rec center instead.

Charlie glanced at the building, there weren't that many cars or anything parked out front, and she suspected the studio had seen better days. She glances down at her phone which lights up in her hand, but she ignores the message and slips it back into her pants. "I'm sixteen, me not being with someone for the rest of my life is normal and in no way an indicator that I fail at relationships. Expecting Rachel to be the one is weird, especially given the fact that I never once got the sense that she actually cared about you in that fashion. Rachel is obsessed with getting into Summit, as a hero. She's obsessed with being a star. Quinn, you don't want to be a hero. You don't want to be a celebrity. You don't want to be famous. You both want different things, and once again we're sixteen."

"So you're saying that none of it matters? And that I should just do what you do? Sleep with anyone that shows the slightest interest?"

Charlie stared at her twin, she had no idea how Quinn was so bad at this. Even Frannie had managed to find some idiot to impregnate her. "No, Quinn, that's my thing. You want to have long lasting meaningful relationships, so the next girl you see who sparks something, just ask her on a date. If she says no, that's fine, you don't have to waste your time pining over someone. If she says yes, then you're on the first step to getting your first girlfriend."

"Just like that?" Quinn asks, Charlie made it seem so easy.

"Just like that," Charlie nods, and raises her finger causing the door to swing open for her and Quinn.

"Hi! Welcome to the Limabean art studio."

"H-hi!" Quinn stutters, though her voice is several octaves higher, and almost immediately her cheeks and ears turn a bright red.

Charlie stops to look at Quinn and blinks, once then twice before looking back at the girl who seemed amused by Quinn's weird outburst. Charlie raises a brow at her twin. How could she be so bad at this? Even their father seemed capable of managing to convince women to date, and or sleep with him. "Hi—Marley," Charlie said, glancing at the tag on the woman's shirt. "My sister here signed us up for art classes. While she attempts to remember what her name is, it's probably under the name Fabray, and it should be for the class where we draw like those nude models."

"Charlie." Quinn hisses as her brain reboots.

"Oh, she's back online. It was worth a try—actually sign me up for the nude modeling class. Quinn can do whatever boring thing she signed us up for," Charlie said, smirking at Quinn.

Quinn swallows when the girl laughs, "Ignore her please," she says, her cheeks still a bright red. "We're pretty sure she was dropped on her head a lot."

Marley laughed, and looked at the two twins. She was certain that they were familiar but she couldn't really place them. Maybe she had seen them around at school. "Unfortunately, you have to be 18 to be allowed into a nude art class."

Charlie blinked and turned to look at her twin, "So what class did you sign us up for?"

"It's a sculpting class, I wanted to learn a new medium," Quinn responded. She sighs when Charlie turns around and heads towards the exit. "You said you'd tag along."

"Yeah when I thought I'd be painting the female form. You lied to me."

"You could always make a sculpture of the female form," Marley offers. "I think it would be far more tactile, then simply attempting to paint."

Charlie was quiet for a moment before grinning, "You're right, it'll be good for my fingers. Come on Quinn we're going to be late. Where's the classroom?"

"Third door on your left," Marley says watching as Charlie takes off. She can't help but laugh, and turns her attention to Quinn who looked mortified. "It's okay, she wouldn't be the first teenager to try and get into the adult nude modeling class."

Quinn swallowed, suddenly wishing that Charlie had stuck around. Charlie could talk to pretty girls without breaking a sweat, but here she was stumbling over her words and looking like an idiot. "It still must suck though. I would like to apologize for her, Charlie's not—well she's not into art and stuff, and I tricked her to come here, so this will probably be her only class. But I would like a membership."

Marley nods and is about to grab the forms when the main door opens and a group of people walk in, "Sure, I'll be working till we close, so after your class how about you stop by and sign up for a membership."

Quinn nods, "I'll be back to pay for the class as well."

"The first class is free, especially since you're signing up for a membership, again, let me help them and once your class is over, just stop by."

Quinn nodded, and flashed Marley another smile before heading off to join the sculpting class. She stops to take one last look at Marley before grinning. So maybe it wasn't the end of the world that Rachel didn't like her back.

~ O ~

Judy smiled and hummed as she flipped through her various recipe books, enjoying the quiet afternoon. Cooking—home making was something she was good at. Personally she was surprised that Cassandra had reached out to her, asking if she could bring the girl she was seeing to meet the family. She had never been that close with Cassandra. It had been hard, Cassandra had powers, and while she registered as an AI she had never been able to do anything.

It had never really bothered her, she didn't want to be a hero, she hadn't wanted to work for the government, she had just wanted a normal life. And for the most part she had gotten her wish, sure her life wasn't perfect. She wished that Russell had loved her enough not to sleep with any woman that showed an interest, and that she wasn't in the process of getting a divorce.

But she always tried to stay positive. She was going to be a grandmother soon. Brittany had gotten a full scholarship to an excellent school. Quinn was finally starting to come out of her shell, and Charlie—well Judy wasn't quite sure what to make of her youngest daughter.

It wasn't as if she didn't love all of her children, she did. Both Frannie and Quinn had been Russell's little princesses, and Brittany well who couldn't love Brittany? She was truly the heart of their family. But Charlie—Charlie had always been different. Nothing she did seemed to reach Charlie, and most of their interactions these days ended with her attempting to discipline her daughter. Not that it seemed to be working; Charlie had already begun to display some of Russell's problematic behavior when it came to dealing with women.

She had nothing in common with her youngest daughter, who clearly seemed to value her grandmother's opinion above hers. And with the power that Charlie had displayed at the regional Inter-high, she was no longer sure how to talk to Charlie, let alone discipline her. Trying to get Charlie to be normal hadn't worked, and if anything had only caused her to alienate her daughter. Which was why it was probably best to be hands off moving forward. Charlie didn't need her.

"Sunday dinner?"

Judy's head snaps up and she's surprised that both her parents are looking at her. "Yes. Cassandra is coming over. I think she's finally met someone. She seemed excited actually, I just hope that whoever this person is, they are age appropriate."

Artemis blinked, "Did she mention who?"

Judy shook her head, and shrugged. "No, said she wants it to be a surprise. I did tell her that Sundays were our busy days , with the house filled with teenagers, but she said she didn't mind and that it couldn't wait. I've never seen her like this before, she almost sounded—happy. So who knows you might be getting more grandchildren on top of a great grandchild soon."

Lawrence grinned widely, "It's about time that Cassie settled down."

Artemis tilted her head ever so slightly, before a small frown graces her face. Cassandra had never once brought someone over to meet the family. Her youngest simply didn't believe in relationships, and the entire situation simply didn't feel right. "Where are the twins?" she finally asks.

"Art class. I thought Quinn needed a bit of a confidence boost—and well Charlie agreed to go with her. I think she'll be heading over to Santana's after, I didn't ask her what her plans were," Judy admits.

Artemis sighed, she had hoped that Judy would have gotten over her shock at Charlie's display of power by now. "Judy, she's still the same person who you scold daily. Charlie will notice, if she hasn't already, that you're treating her differently. I imagine that will lead to therapy later on, and I would prefer if Charlie stayed on the path of angels."

"I don't know how to relate to her, and I fear that she's slipping through my fingers. She's acting like Russell—"

"If we're talking about Charlie's sexual behavior, it is far more reminiscent of Cassandra than Russell. Which I believe is far more problematic to her development. That being said Judy, she has had relationships before, so we know, unlike Cassandra, she is capable of having relationships." Artemis interrupts, watching her daughter carefully.

Judy hesitated, before she began to fiddle with a dishrag. "I can't do what you two do for her. I can't spar, I don't know the first thing about combat plans. I honestly am not up to date on what goes on in the hero world. I don't know how to talk to her about anything, and most of the time I think she's doing far too much but she just brushes off my concern. I feel like I'm hindering her progress. And I spend so much time with the other three, well I don't think she even wants to spend time with me. If Russell could cook, and wasn't such a disaster, I'm sure she would have chosen to stay with him."

Lawrence laughed, "You're overthinking this Judy, just talk to her. You're her mother, and she loves you. She is just shit at showing it. If you want to spend time with her, then just spend time with her. Just like you would spend time with the other three. Charlie will be fine. I think we should be worried about Frannie. She's having a baby! Has anyone met this son of a bitch who knocked her up?"

Judy smiled and leaned forward, her voice dropping. "Brittany's seen him, at least she thinks she's seen him. She says he doesn't look like Frannie's usual suitors."

"Oh? She must find him cute then," Artemis says with a smile. "Tell her she's to bring him for Christmas dinner."

Judy smiled and nodded, it would be a lie if she said she wasn't curious to see who Frannie had chosen to father her first child. "I'll have to make sure Brittany and the twins promise to keep their thoughts to themselves, otherwise she's not going to come." Judy pauses and looks over at her father. "You too dad."

Lawrence huffed, "We should also invite that boy that Brittany likes over—"

Judy rolled her eyes, deciding to ignore her father's ramblings, and smiles it was going to be a full house once again.

~ O ~

Santana scowled as she checked her phone once more, but just like the last five times she had checked, there were no new notifications. "Art class my ass," Santana mutters under her breath as she exits her car, and checks her phone once again before looking up, her scowl deepening. She was already forced to spend her Sundays with Rachel getting trained by Lawrence, she had no idea why she was currently giving up her Saturday as well. Even if this was supposed to be a team meeting.

As far as she was concerned, Rachel didn't have the authority to call for a team meeting, and the only reason she had even shown up was because Charlie was currently ignoring her. Perhaps she had overplayed her hand this week, but it was infuriating to think that Charlie would rather be with some idiot cheerleaders rather than her. She wasn't jealous, it was just insulting.

"Santana!"

Santana groans and looks up to spot Rachel waving at her at the top of the stairs, "Why am I here, Hobbit?" Santana asks.

"The rest of the team is here, we're having a team meeting. Is Charlie with you?"

"Did you invite her?"

"Well I assumed she was with you, since she's not answering any of my texts. I'm surprised that you came, you never texted back," Rachel points out.

Santana rolled her eyes, "She's got a class going on, and then she's got to do some weight training or something. As if she's not freakishly strong already. You still haven't answered my question why am I here? Why did you call a team meeting?"

"Sectionals are in March, Santana—meaning that we don't have much time. I—"

Santana held up her hand to stop the long spiel she expected from Rachel. "Get to the point. Because this is a residential area, and there is barely any space for one or two AI's let alone a team of twelve."

Rachel straightened up and met Santana's gaze, she wasn't afraid of Santana Lopez anymore. "We're not ready for Sectionals. It might make for an excellent story, but if we can't pull our weight, then people will think that Charlie is the one carrying the team to Nationals."

"So you plan to—what? Hold training sessions in your backyard?" Santana questioned.

"Of course not, Beiste is working on convincing Figgins to allow us to use the school's facilities on the weekends. Today we're in my father's Oscar viewing room, we're watching the previous years Sectional competition. We also plan on studying the other regional tournaments from around the country. So we know what we're in for. Do you know the twin's old school are a nationally ranked team? And by Nationally ranked team I mean they've won at least 4 national championships in the past ten years, and for the years that they haven't they've medalled."

Santana blinked, this was news to her. Charlie hadn't mentioned it at all. "Maybe this won't be a complete waste of time then. Lead the way Hobbit."

~ O ~

"It doesn't look like what I wanted it to look like," Charlie says, frowning at her lopsided lump of clay. She thought it would be easy, she was certain she had played with playdoh as a child.

Quinn glances over at Charlie's attempt to sculpt, "What is it supposed to be?"

"I was sculpting the female form. If anyone sees this they'll think I don't like women!" Charlie huffs, puffing out her cheeks. "We should have just snuck into the nude modeling class."

Quinn rolls her eyes and shakes her head, it really did just look like a blob, she was certain that the two lumps of clay were disproportionately sized breasts that Charlie had tacked on, but it still just looked like a lump of clay. "I wouldn't show that to mom," she says after a moment. "I wouldn't show that to anyone actually," Quinn adds looking at the front desk where Marley hadn't quite noticed them.

Charlie nearly collides with her twin and scowls, as she looks up and notices that Quinn is staring at Marley. "Seriously?" Charlie asks out loud, drawing Marley's attention.

"Hey guys! How did your sculpting class go?" Marley asked in a bubbly tone.

"Sculpting clearly isn't my strength," Charlie said looking at her clump of clay. "At least not with clay. Maybe with metal. I think I would be better with metal. Do you have a metal working class?" Charlie asks, nudging Quinn in the ribs hard. She wasn't a miracle worker, Quinn needed to pull her own weight.

"Unfortunately no, I did talk to my boss about it. But apparently getting a working forge is expensive, and he isn't sure how we'd recoup the cost. He doesn't think that there is much interest, even though I did tell him that there are plenty of members in the Lima High School support club."

"Support club?" Quinn asks, finally finding her voice.

At this Marley flushed, "Yeah. You know, we're called the Geek Squad at school." When she's met with blank looks from both Quinn and Charlie she blinks, "You're not students at Lima High School are you?"

"McKinley," both Quinn and Charlie say at the same time.

Marley blinks and flicks her eyes toward their wrist, everyone at McKinley wore an identifier but neither of the twins had one. "Oh, I just thought—sorry. You weren't wearing your identifier. Isn't that—you know—illegal?" When the twins exchange looks, her cheeks redden even more. "I'm not going to snitch!"

Quinn swallows, and immediately extends her arm, pulling back her sleeve to reveal her five tattoos. "The Ohio government requires all AI's to wear identifiers, but we didn't want to, and they weren't going to force the issue. We never had to wear them in LA, we certainly weren't going to start wearing them now." Quinn explains.

Marley's eyes widened, "You're the—and here I was going to ask you out on a date," Marley babbles.

Quinn's face falls, and looks over at Charlie. How? Her sister was an emotionally stunted idiot. Yet women just flocked to her. "Oh, well—"

Charlie flicked her eyes between Marley and Quinn before zapping Quinn hard and shooting her a pointed look, when Quinn turned to glare at her. She flicks her gaze to Marley and then gives her twin a dull look. "I'm going to wait in the car," she says flatly. She stops to give Quinn another look before shaking her head and heading to the car.

Quinn swallowed, "I was going to ask you out for coffee, well mumble it because I don't normally do this," she admits. "If you still want to go and grab a coffee or dinner—" she gestures.

"I'm a nil," Marley points out.

"So? I never subscribed to that sort of thinking," Quinn replies easily. "But if you're not comfortable—"

"I don't work tomorrow, if you want to grab a coffee," Marley says immediately.

A huge grin splits across Quinn's face. "Tomorrow works." It was actually perfect. She pulls out her phone, so they can exchange numbers. She still couldn't believe that she had a date.