Quinn sighed as she turned the page of the article that she was reading, her pen gliding across the page as she took notes, she paused as a tablet was dropped on top of the paper, and she sighs. "What do you want, Santana?" She asks without looking up to confirm it was Santana. There was only person who would invade her personal space like this. Clearly Frannie wasn't working the Titans hard enough.

"Look, I'm not here because I want to be, but I need your help."

Quinn sighed and looked at Santana putting her pen down and picking up the tablet to see exactly what had Santana so worked up. She read the headline for a moment and then looked at the website that Santana was on. "I am sure that my sister gave you all numerous lectures about not searching for what people are saying about you online. Like it was a whole thing. People are going to say whatever they want, and most people on the internet are awful. So stay off the internet."

"I need to know if there is some truth to it."

"Truth to what? These are random people on the internet Santana. I assure you that they know nothing, and you know how prickly Charlie has been with people lately—"

"I know Charlie. She would never do this for me, she wouldn't even ask, because she'd know how it would make me feel. I would hate her for this. Charlie can be intentionally obtuse sometimes but she is just as sharp as you are Quinn. Charlie is just going to assume that Summit made the right decision. I know I was good enough to get an invite to take Summit's entrance exam but I think it's weird that the two people Charlie's had close relationships with get to bypass the entrance exam all together. Summit only has a few select people a year and that's usually legacy kids. I'm not a legacy."

"No, you're not," Quinn mused before handing back the tablet. "Santana, I don't have the information you're looking for. My family might know most of the players, but a lot of those types of connections were through my grandparents. Charlie has the pull to find out for you if you really want to know. But I wouldn't go down that path Santana."

"We broke up, and things between us have been weird. I don't think that she'll lie to me, but she, like the rest of your family, is very good at omitting things that most other people would find to be important," Santana pointed out.

Quinn sighed she really didn't know why she was helping Santana, she didn't even like Santana all that much. She had bullied Rachel for years and it's just like everyone had forgiven her for being an absolutely horrible person. Even Rachel seemed to be perfectly fine with Santana's existence. She really didn't know what Charlie saw in her, but if she didn't help now Rachel might get involved and then Charlie and that was the last thing she needed. "The reason that Charlie broke up with you is because of this very situation. Tying yourself to our family certainly has perks, we know people in every industry and I'm sure they owe my family many favors. That's what power is. I'm not saying that dating Charlie was a mistake—actually I am. It was a mistake, but it wasn't a fatal one. You're both teenagers, which means that most adults will not take your relationship seriously but they will act in a way that they think will please Charlie. They can't help themselves. Are you getting some of the perks of being attached to Charlie? I think you are but at the same time, I don't think this is nearly the big deal that you think it is."

"That people think that I'm not good enough to get in without Charlie pulling strings? They're basically saying that I'm sleeping my way to the top!"

Quinn rubbed at her temples, "How did you not expect this? Journalism is dead, it's all about the outrage and the clicks these days. And this really is low hanging fruit. You've watched the coverage of Charlie and you see how nervous she makes them. They will love you one second and then curse you in the next. This is especially true for women in the media. You want the unvarnished truth? You're a Level 4 AI, with powerful abilities and we just lost a third of all heroes in America. There is a push to get stronger and better AI's in all the top schools so that they can be ready for stronger threats. You bypassed the K2 exam because Frannie believes in you, and she thinks 99.9% of the population is utterly useless. You were always going to get an invite for the exam for Summit, then letting you bypass it probably has more to do with them then with Charlie."

Santana's brow furrows at this and she looks at the tablet, "I don't want this."

Quinn shrugged, "Then show them that you're worthy all on your own. You two broke up, which was to be expected because you're teenagers. Date someone else, take someone else to prom, force Charlie to have some high-profile romances with some model or something, you and Charlie can remain friends, but this will eventually blow over. If you leave it alone. So leave it alone."

Santana stared at Quinn for a moment, "What I'm hearing you say, is that Charlie needs to have some high profile romances and then everyone will think I'm just a footnote, which is what I want, till I can prove myself."

"That is not quite—" Quinn blinked as Santana turned around and walked out of the library. Well an attempt had been made. She took absolutely no responsibility for the shit show that she knew was going to follow Santana and Charlie trying to figure it out. Still she picks up her phone and sends a message to Rachel to give her the heads up of the drama that would happen.

~ O ~

"Shouldn't you be in class?" Frannie questions, she's not surprised to see Charlie playing with Mikey. Under normal circumstances she'd be annoyed that she woke him up from his nap, he'd be cranky for the rest of the day. "You need to be a better role model for Michel."

"You texted me that we needed to talk, and I wasn't learning anything new in AP physics. I'm pretty sure I could teach the class and teach it in a way that made far more sense then what's being taught at McKinley," Charlie responds.

"I texted you like ten minutes ago, it wasn't urgent—nevermind. You met with the Commission and the rest of the top heroes? Am I wrong to assume that it went as well as could be expected?"

"I didn't punch anyone if that's what you're asking."

"So better than expected," Frannie corrects. "Are they still planning to use live monsters for nationals?"

"I objected. They ignored me. I'm guessing they never ignored grandma."

"No, they didn't when she spoke they shut their mouths and listened and did what she said," Frannie smiles for a moment before sighing. "I told her that it was time to start reading you in, but she insisted that you get to be a kid. All of them wanted you to remain a kid for as long as you could because this—be honest, is it worth it?"

"Was what worth it?"

"Everything, you could have easily stayed in the shadows Charlie. You could have gone to Summit and then become a professional hero at 21. Hell you could have put it off for as long as you wanted, but you insisted."

"I never wanted to be grandma, more than anything I didn't want to be her. And now everyone is looking at me and expecting me to be her and I'm not. And there's not a lot of people I can talk to about this. Brittany wants no part of it, dad only cares about the business of me being a hero and Quinn is already plotting to take over the world. I think that you're the only one that gets it."

"I might be the only one in the family who gets it but you can't use that as an excuse to not try and show others your side. I will help you in any way I can. Like right now you need to convince Santana to go to K2." Frannie's lips quirk upward when Charlie sighs.

"Frannie, do you really think that I was the one wearing the pants in that relationship? Santana's going to do what Santana's going to do and there is nothing I can do to stop her."

"I mean there are a million things that you can do. May I suggest actually talking to her? Aren't you the big relationship expert? You want to write a book."

"My book would be a New York Times best seller," Charlie shoots back. "But I can't. This is what Santana wants to do and if all she hears from me is the dark shit—"

"She deserves to know the cost," Frannie interrupts. "You're not doing her any favors by hiding what you know from her and your experiences. I thought pregnancy was going to be easy, no one tells you the gorey details because for some reason. Tearing, urinary and fecal incontinence, all so your hormones can play a practical joke on you and tell you that you love your kid."

"None of that sounds pleasant—"

"And yet I wouldn't change it for anything on the planet Charlie. I love my son, and all of that was worth it. But I am not doing that again," Frannie interrupts. "You need to let Santana make that decision on her own."

Charlie made a face, "Fine, I'll have a conversation with her but—you didn't just call me here so I could spoil my nephew, and tell you how the meeting went."

"You're right, I need you to help me train the Titans, Quinn as well. I lack the firepower that you and Quinn have and since we don't know what the Commission is planning it's all hands on deck. I need you to convince Quinn and I need you to actually trust me and do as I say no questions asked."

"What do I get out of this and who is going to watch Mikey?"

"He does have a father. He needs a decent male role model, as long as he doesn't think his father looks presentable to most civilized company, we'll have no problems. Isn't that right Michel?" Frannie said as she takes her son. "Also this barbecue that you're having. Michael and I will be attending. Free expensive food. I could do with some good wine. Coach Bieste also promised that she'd introduce me to a nice bourbon. We'll see, I think I need to explain myself to the parents so it's a good thing that this has become a bit of a team event."

Charlie blinked, "What?"

"Have they not told you? Everyone is attending and quite a few parents, I need to be on my best behavior and convince them that I know best, and that I should be able to throw their kid into shark infested water."

"Frannie."

"Relax, it's whale sharks. Don't tell the team."

Charlie's left brow twitched and she opens a portal to return to school. She clearly needed to have a conversation with Santana.

~ O ~

"Where are you going?" Quinn questioned. "I thought we were going to the auditorium to eat lunch together."

"Quinn, as romantic as that is. Santana just texted all the women on the team and we're going to help Charlie set up Tinder."

Quinn tilts her head as she stares at Rachel like she's grown another head, but there's something adorable about seeing so excited. "Rachel, play back what you just said."

"I'm aware this is going to be an epic disaster Quinn. Santana's clearly going to get jealous, and she's going to regret it, but this sounds like fun. And we get to be a safe distance from the fallout, and we can give them that look that they always give us. That smug look like they're better than us."

"You're appealing to my superiority complex, when it comes to Charlie. I approve," Quinn said, offering Rachel her hand and grinning when she takes it. "We really should stay out of it."

Rachel glanced at Quinn there was a mischievous grin on her face, Quinn wouldn't be able to help herself. "Of course, we're just here to observe and when they look at us smirk at them. Come on they're in the conference room in the training facility"

"Do I want to know—oh right you're friends with Kurt." with a shake of her head, Quinn lets Rachel pull her along.

~ O ~

"How rich do you think I am Santana?" Charlie complained loudly. "This was supposed to be like thirteen people, not some sort of massive block party. I'm one person and it's the middle of winter in Ohio. Where are we going to put that many people?"

"According to estimates the young Charlie Fabray is worth an estimated 800 million dollars, and she's made that within a year. She's on track to become the youngest self-made billionaire," Santana said reading the press release on Charlie.

"I don't have 800 million dollars in cash Santana, my dad was complaining about my spending and he put most of it in a trust, I have an allowance now."

"Well then don't get the super expensive stuff then, this isn't rocket science Charlie. Now hand me your phone so I can start setting up your profile."

"My profile? What profile, that sounds suspicious. I'm not giving you my phone, I'd have to hire a bunch of line chef's Santana. I don't even have the space to cook that much food that quickly. My bank account isn't your own personal piggy bank Santana."

Santana raised a brow at Charlie and extended her hand, "Charlie, you promised the team. If you back out it reflects horribly on you and makes you look cheap. This won't hurt you in the long run. I resent the implication that I'm going to do something suspicious with your phone. When have I ever done something suspicious with your phone?"

"Before or after you blocked all the women I was seeing," Charlie questioned.

Santana flushed immediately, "You knew?"

"Of course I knew, Santana. I knew that you wanted to sleep with me, that's why I never brought it up!"

"Hardly, I was doing you a favor."

"A favor?"

"Naked photos Charlie, we're teenagers that's like child porn. That would totally ruin your career," Santana said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Charlie rolled her eyes, "I'm not a creeper Santana. I delete the photos when I delete the conversations and block them."

Santana stared at Charlie, "God you're such an ass."

"I never denied being one," Charlie said. "Look, I can make a few burgers, hot dogs, do a few side dishes, and pick up something fancy for dessert. But I'm not spending a mini fortune on a block party. It's the middle of winter!"

Before Santana can respond the door to the conference room opens and the two of them turn to look at the member of the Titans who had come to gawk at them. "Charlie, did you even read the terms of your trust, your allowance is 25 million dollars," Quinn said, throwing her twin under the bus.

Santana paused and turned to look at Charlie, "A week?"

"Of course not Santana," Charlie said with a shake of her head. "That's my yearly allowance, I have to go through a whole process if I want access to more money at least until I turn 21."

"And how much do you think this is going to cost you?" Santana questions.

"Well I figured a few thousand dollars, maybe 5. But we're entering six figures now. I have to hire a full staff, I have to figure out where to host, which probably means renting somewhere, I never agreed to all that," Charlie grumbled. "And it's going to be even more expensive because it's this weekend."

"Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?" Santana questions. "You made a promise, and you said it was a team event. Parents are a part of the team, so are Frannie and Coach Beiste. It's one day Charlie and it's not like you're against spending this much money on other people. You're beyond generous with your money. Plus you can bring a date to this thing, I'm making you a profile on Tinder. Like I honestly have no idea why you're complaining."

Charlie opened her mouth, and then closed it and then looked at her twin and pointed at Santana. She didn't even know what to say to that.

"I think you broke her Santana," Rachel says.

Quinn poked her twin in the side, "She doesn't want people to think that she slept her way to the top, and you're at the top."

"Look, you broke up with me—" Santana paused when the lights flickered, and the sound of buzzing from the tube lighting became louder.

Rachel immediately pulls on Quinn's shirt, perhaps they had pushed them a bit too far. But Quinn doesn't budge, "Quinn."

"If you want the world to think that you are nothing more than an irrelevant notch on my bedpost, then you've succeeded. Good job Santana, this is what you wanted isn't it?"

The words are like a slap, a harsh slap and Santana takes a step back, she had expected Charlie to roll her eyes and hand over her phone, she didn't actually expect Charlie's first reaction to be one of anger. "Charlie, wait I think—"

Charlie takes a step out of Santana's reach opening a portal and flashes Santana a smile, "Don't worry you'll be forgotten by tomorrow. Without waiting for a reply or even looking at her twin she simply leaves. It wasn't as if she was learning anything in school.

Rachel turned to look at Quinn, her eyes wide, she had just wanted to look slightly smug about the whole thing.

"Well, that's not what I expected to happen," Quinn admits, before shrugging. Charlie would be fine, but Santana looked devastated.

"What does she mean I'll be forgotten by tomorrow?" Santana questions.

"Charlie's the strongest AI on the planet, she really doesn't need tinder, she's really good at getting into people's pants. She got into a fight with Dani and then she's sleeping with anyone and everyone. Because she could," Quinn replies with another shrug. "I hope you can handle your jealousy, because I expect a parade of models and actresses and sex-positive people. And as you keep throwing in Charlie's face, you're broken up so you can't say anything about it. Come on Rachel."