Sweat dripped down Charlie's face, as she puffed out her cheeks straining her body as she finally finished doing her squats, grunting as she fully extended her body, before taking a step back placing the barbell on the rack. She gasps, and takes a deep breath, even as she activates her abilities, and removes the massive weight and reracks them in their correct place.

Charlie inhales deeply, before exhaling slowly. A frown graces her features, as she realizes that she's out of shape. It was clear that the reason why was because she'd been focusing on the Inter-high, and helping Santana, to the detriment of her training. She couldn't remember the last time she had struggled with this workout, and she couldn't help but wonder if this was the peak of her fitness.

There was no conceivable way that she was going to beat the likes of Charlotte Flair if she continued to train like this. There was only so much solo-training that one could do before they inevitably hit a wall. And she had hit a wall. Quinn didn't have enough control over her abilities to help, Brittany wasn't a fighter and Frannie was pregnant. Her grandmother was far from her prime, and she didn't want to accidentally hurt her again. Then there was Cassandra, but her aunt was a psychopath.

Charlie closes her eyes, maybe she needed to talk to Beiste, there had to be someone who she could spar with that would lead to a breakthrough. She closes her eyes and exhales once again focusing on slowly expanding her magnetic field, she doubted it would be useful against Charlotte Flair, she didn't want to win that way, and attempting to control a level 5 was difficult enough. If her aunt Cassandra hadn't been taken by surprise she would have been forced to engage in other ways, and she wasn't even sure if she'd win.

Her eyes snap open, and her pupils constrict as she twists her body, lashing out with her leg. Someone had entered her personal space, and she had been caught absolutely unaware. She hated being caught by surprise, but when she was simply working out she hated being distracted and keeping her magnetic field up made it impossible to concentrate, but before her foot connects, she realizes who had snuck up on her. "Santana."

Santana turned to look at Charlie's foot, which was inches from her face and then back at Charlie, "You've been avoiding me Smurfette. I can't believe you ditched me for an art class."

Charlie slowly dropped her leg and her eyes swept over Santana for a moment, before she grunted and reached for her bottle of water. "I do have a life Santana, and more importantly I haven't been taking my own training seriously. I'm weaker now than I was when we first met, and if I have any intention of giving Charlotte Flair at the very least a workout, I need to be stronger, I need to be faster, and I just need to be better. You no longer really need my help, you have all the tools to get stronger on your own. "

Santana hummed and looked around Charlie's gym, it was clear that a lot of money had been invested in the space. "So just how strong are you? Like how much can you lift?"

"Right now 700 pounds," Charlie replied, in a bored tone as she watched as Santana whips around to look at her. "My grandmother's increased gravity, my muscles are incredibly dense. I've been doing this for years. But I think I'm at my max." Charlie admits. She narrows her eyes, "Why are you here?"

"I have a standing appointment with your grandfather every Sunday, remember?" Santana reminds Charlie, and touches one of the weights. She hesitates for a moment, flicking her gaze to Charlie. "It's not like you aren't getting something out of the deal Charlie, I'm basically feeding you, and in case you weren't aware you basically eat enough food for a family of five—"

"You haven't fed me in a week, Santana, in fact you spent most of the week ignoring me, but demanding that I give you special one-on-one attention. If I didn't know any better I'd think you liked me."

"Don't flatter yourself Smurfette," Santana scoffs immediately. "You're the one that tried to kiss me at Inter-High, if anything you're in love with me."

Charlie rolls her eyes, "Santana, I generally kiss quite a few women during the week," Charlie pointed out flatly. "We had a moment, I went for it. That doesn't mean that we're dating. It certainly doesn't mean that you're my girlfriend. Really you have no reason to get jealous."

"You think I want to date you?" Santana scoffed loudly. "Don't flatter yourself. You have a sex truck, so excuse me for wanting to know; to figure out what the big deal is." Santana turns to look at Charlie and immediately takes a step back when Charlie pulls off her jersey, her eyes widening. "What are you doing?" She hissed, her cheeks flushing as Charlie dropped her jersey. The years of work that Charlie had put in her body was evident and she can't help but stare.

Charlie points at her bluetooth speaker turning it on, with a spark of electricity before she moves, flickering in and out of Santana's vision before appearing again in front of her and pinning her against the wall to her gym. "If you want to figure out what the fuss is all about you know all you needed to do was ask." Charlie leans in and presses a firm kiss against Santana's lips, trapping her in place. She pulls back the moment Santana begins to respond to the kiss. "If you want me to stop—"

Santana slid her hand down the front of Charlie's shorts and firmly yanked her back. All this was curiosity, she'd heard that sleeping with Charlie could ruin her for anyone else. But no one was that good, and she doubted very much that Charlie could get her off. Most of her boyfriends and girlfriends in the past had difficulty, and she didn't doubt that Charlie would have the same problem. "Don't chicken out now," she challenges.

Charlie smirks into the kiss, and raises her hand, sending a small bolt of electricity to the garage door, closing her gym so they could have some privacy. They had at the very least an hour before her mom realized that she wasn't helping peel potatoes, or Rachel showed up.

~ O ~

"What exactly do you wear on a coffee date?" Quinn asks her mom and grandmother, as she tosses another shirt on the ground. It was just coffee. This shouldn't be that difficult, but going for coffee meant that she'd look out of place in more formal wear, but she didn't want to go too casual either. She wanted—no she needed to put her best foot forward.

"Clothes," Artemis says rather unhelpfully with an indulgent smile on her face. The smile doesn't fade when Quinn shoots her an unimpressed look. "Quinn, what matters most is how you connect with this Marley person. I doubt she'll remember what clothes you're wearing. This is after all just a coffee date."

"First impressions are important," Quinn stresses throwing another t-shirt onto the ground. Maybe she should borrow something of Charlie's. Her twin didn't seem to have a problem picking out what to wear on dates, though she couldn't remember the last time Charlie went out on a date.

"First impressions do matter Quinn, but you are just going for coffee, and we're in December, and you're not Charlie who thinks a t-shirt and shorts is acceptable weather when there is snow outside." Judy explains in a simple tone. "How about that turtleneck and your nice jeans. I have the perfect boots to go with the outfit."

Quinn nods, deciding to trust her mother. "But what do you talk about on a coffee date?"

At this Judy sighs, and looks at her mother who laughs at how difficult that this seems to be. "Quinn, you've been holding conversations since you were a baby. Of course, it was mostly babbling then. But Charlie listened to you."

"I think that had more to do with the fact that you made us share a crib, and Charlie hadn't figured out flying yet. So she couldn't go anywhere," Quinn reminded her mother, but she can't help but nod. She had been talking to Charlie for as long as she could remember. "I'll play it by ear," Quinn decides.

Artemis exchanges yet another look with Judy, "You're overthinking this Quinn, this isn't a chess match to be won. You're going out to have coffee with a girl that managed to catch your attention. Ask her about herself, listen and tell her about yourself. Remember her coffee order. You're certainly capable of telling entertaining stories, just be you Quinn. That should be enough. You should always be enough."

Quinn nods, and looks at the clothes that her mom had put down on the bed. Maybe she should ask Brittany and Charlie for advice, but she didn't want to be late. She lets out a breath, and glances at the time, she didn't have time to deal with both her sisters teasing her non-stop. Which meant that she was going to have to go into this situation blind. All she needed to do was not spill coffee on herself, or Marley and this would be a success. Now if she could just get out of the house without running into Rachel that would be great.

~ O ~

Santana Lopez, weakly slapped at the top of Charlie's head even as her body shudders to yet another orgasm, it felt like every nerve ending was alive, and every touch, every kiss, even a simple look, dragged her straight to the edge again. After every orgasm that Charlie ripped from her body, it only increased her sensitivity, and now Charlie's oral ministrations were getting to be too much. She grabs a handful of blonde hair and tugs Charlie's head back as she struggles to catch her breath. Her cheeks flush as she notices her wetness all over Charlie's chin, dripping down onto her chest. "How?" Santana demands.

Getting off had always taken plenty of time, and most of her conquests and partners, had never been able to get her off during their first time together. She had expected more of the same from Charlie. But Charlie had managed to drag her to nearly six orgasms in nearly twenty minutes. She'd never orgasmed that quickly or that hard before, and her legs were still quivering from her last powerful orgasm.

Charlie drags her tongue along her lips, lapping up all of Santana's wetness from her chin and studies Santana's body carefully. Her pupils dilated once again, there was something about a woman splayed out in front of her, gasping for breath, laying in a pool of their own wetness. "How?" Charlie repeats, tilting her head as her shoulders deflate as Santana closes her legs.

Santana narrows her eyes when Charlie smiles at her, "You're using your powers." It's a statement of fact and when Charlie's lip quirk upward she knows that she has the answer. "Seriously?"

"You said you wanted to know," Charlie reminded her. "You wanted the Charlie experience, but I have to admit that wasn't my best work. But for a quickie, I mean you are satisfied aren't you? You did set my grandfather's workbench on fire, so I clearly did something right."

Santana let out a shaky laugh, wanting to both cry and smack Charlie upside the head. Sex between them was supposed to be the great equalizer, but the moment that she had given Charlie a sliver of control over the pace. Charlie had brought her to earth shattering orgasm after orgasm. "No."

"No?" Charlie repeated, frowning. She never had any complaints, it was hard to complain when you were passed out from countless orgasms.

Santana nods, still attempting to catch her breath. "Give me a sec, then we're going to switch positions and you're going to be the one begging me to stop," Santana promises.

"Oh." Charlie raised a brow, she'd never had anyone demand to try and fuck her before. Most people she'd been with had been content to take whatever she gave out. She tilts her head as Santana attempts to sit up, before giving up. "I don't think you're up for it," Charlie's lip quirk upward.

Santana scowls, when she notices the amused smile on Charlie's face. Charlie was mocking her, "All you need to do is sit on my face—"

"Pass," Charlie interrupts with a shrug. She pauses and turns towards the doorway for a moment, and makes a face. "Someone is coming, and I would rather not risk my mom grounding me, or sending me to bed without dinner," Charlie frowns, and looks at Santana for a moment. "I'll buy you some time." Charlie stops to slip on her jersey.

"Fuck." Santana groaned, her cheeks flushing as she looked for her clothes, spotting them in a heap near the place where Charlie had pinned her to a wall. "Shit, fuck." Her legs were not ready to support her weight and her entire body felt loose and relaxed. Charlie had done a number on her body and the idea that Charlie had given her less than her best and had put her in this state, she wanted to see what Charlie's best was.

~ O ~

"Thanks for coming early Rachel, I understand that we changed the time very last minute, but truthfully, it's not everyday Cassandra brings someone to meet the family. In fact it's never happened before, so we want to make it a very special day." Lawrence explains.

Rachel nodded, "I didn't want to cancel, I have a lot of work to do if I want to close the gap between me and Santana, and become useful to the team. I noticed Santana's car was already here, but I didn't see her anywhere, is she already training with Charlie?"

Lawrence stopped for a second and glanced at the garage, the door was closed. "I imagine she is," Lawrence sighed. It was probably for the best that he found Charlie in a compromising position, rather than Judy. His daughter was rather puritanical when it came to Charlie's sex life. Though Charlie was breaking her mother's no closed door rule, which could only mean—

"Gramps." Charlie called out, as she exited the garage from the side-door and jogged over to them.

Lawrence sighed, there was a pleased look on Charlie's face, and he knew that look from her. "You have something on your chin."

Charlie immediately wiped her mouth and face with the back of her hand, and rubs the back of her neck as she looks at her grandfather. He was clearly disappointed with her, but she had no idea why. This wasn't new behavior from her.

Rachel glanced between Lawrence and Charlie for a moment, not quite understanding the tension between them before deciding to make her presence known. "Charlie, I was thinking about what you said about my powers and I think you might be right. Perhaps you can—"

Charlie sighs and turns to look at Rachel for a moment, "Rachel. I don't know anything about singing. I'm not a singer, I tried to learn the guitar in an attempt to impress a girl and gave up after two days, not because it was too hard. I just realized that I'm Charlie Fabray, future top hero. I didn't need a gimmick. You need to put your feelings into your singing, you need to put your soul into your music. I don't have the faintest idea how to teach you to do that. If you need help with that sort of thing, then I suggest asking Quinn. She seems to be good with that type of thing. You know art and stuff."

Rachel frowned, suddenly feeling guilty. Quinn had been trying to help her but she'd blown her off to try and work with Charlie. But she quickly smiles, "Well Quinn will be joining us right?"

Lawrence grimaced and shared a look with Charlie who looked amused by Rachel's question. "She's made plans—" he begins.

"She's got a date," Charlie corrected her grandfather, there was no point in sparring Rachel's feelings. Quinn needed to move on and she didn't need Rachel trying to drag Quinn back.

"Charlie." Lawrence snaps at his granddaughter.

"Gramps." Charlie shot back, raising her brow at his challenge. She wasn't going to apologize, she was tempted to go with Quinn to make sure that she came home with a girlfriend. She'd probably be a lot easier to deal with when she was getting laid. "Santana can sing, you can ask her."

Rachel blinked, trying to process the new information that she had just received. Quinn had a date? But the last time she checked, Quinn had wanted to date her. But they had never even talked about their relationship. Quinn had been avoiding her like a plague, and Charlie was always busy with one thing or another. She had thought that she had made friends, but for whatever reason they had abandoned her. "I don't think I need Santana—"

The door to the garage opens with a bang and the small group turns to Santana who staggers out of the garage. Her legs were still weak, and she can't help but glare at Charlie who flashes her a very pleased smile. "Hey," she manages glancing at Lawrence who looked unimpressed, and she shrinks back before looking at Rachel. "So training?"

"Rachel needs help with her powers, I've heard you sing, maybe you can help her. I'm going to go make myself breakfast." Charlie announces.

"Your mother has the kitchen on lockdown," Lawrence pointed out.

"Well it's the perfect time to figure out induction cooking then." Charlie yawns. "I'm sure we have a pot or pan I could use. I'm getting plenty of training done today." Charlie says in a bright tone. "Also I need to give Quinn some tips before she leaves." Charlie hummed, her day was packed and she really didn't want to spend any time teaching Rachel how to throw a punch without breaking her hand. Plus she was certain that Beiste wanted to talk to her.

~ O ~

"How do I look?" Quinn asked her twin who was rooting through the various drawers in the kitchen to find a pan that she could use.

Charlie glances up noting that both her mom and grandmother were behind Quinn shooting her looks, she flicks her gaze towards Quinn. She looked rather dressed up for coffee in her personal opinion, Quinn like her wasn't really bothered by the cold, so she had no idea why she was dressed up in winter clothes. It had her mother written all over it. "You look nice," Charlie decides on. "Do you want some advice?"

Quinn is about to nod, before she hesitates. "I want a girlfriend, I don't want advice on how to bed women, and then ghost them."

Charlie rolled her eyes, she didn't ghost anyone. She wasn't some monster, "I don't ghost anyone Quinn, how could I ever deny a person the Charlie Fabray experience?"

Judy blinked and opened her mouth to lecture Charlie before shaking her head, there was no point. No matter how much she lectured, no matter how many times she punished Charlie for acting like her father, it didn't seem to change the behavior. She glances at her mother who looked amused, and almost indulgent. She sighed, it didn't help that her mother spoiled Charlie.

"I've had a girlfriend before Quinn, I just realized, it's not for me. That being said, just listen to whatever she has to say, like actually listen. Talk about art, show her how you sculpt with ice, that should impress her. Put your best foot forward." Charlie shrugged as she found a pan that could work. She grins and pulls it out.

"That's actually good advice," Quinn admits.

Charlie nods, completely losing interest as she focuses on the pan. She'd never attempted this before, but if she could manage it, she'd never have to wait for her mother to finish cooking before she made her own food. Plus, she'd be able to make food for anyone she took out on her sex truck.