AN: So welcome to another story, this is Bad Things. It was a sort of choose your own adventure story for my s, they sort of directed where this story is going to go etc. It's 11 chapters, and hopefully by that time we'll have Magician ready to go. Hopefully.

Song: Bad Things by Machine Gun Kelly, Camila Cabello

Summary: Charlie has spent the past ten years happily married to the woman of her dreams. Then she clicked on a link from Noah Puckerman that made her question everything she knew about the woman she married.

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It happened completely by accident, it wasn't even her fault. It was totally Noah's fault, he had been the one to send her the damn hidden link. Of course, she should know better by now that clicking anything from Noah was a crapshoot, but she had been in the mood and she had simply assumed the link was about cats doing ridiculous things. Those videos always made her feel better even though she was horribly allergic to cats, and couldn't be anywhere near them. So, imagine her surprise and mild annoyance when there's a woman bent over taking what appears to be an obscenely large dick. She was definitely a few inches smaller but she didn't want a foot-long dick. She was quite happy with her seven inches, and she knew her wife was pleased with it too.

"God damn pervert," Charlie muttered to herself, glad that she kept the sound off on her computer, she had never liked the auto play advertisements. She didn't know why Noah loved this stuff, she'd seen what he was working with and she had no idea how he didn't feel inadequate all the time. Besides who needed porn when she had a smoking hot wife? Sure, she didn't get to fuck Santana as much as she wanted, and they were probably in a dreaded rut, but she that was the price you paid for having two gorgeous daughters.

She's about to exit the web page, and erase her history when something catches her eye. It should be nothing really, porn stopped appealing to her once she started to have sex. Sure, it helped get her through some dry periods when she was single, but she had never been the connoisseur Noah was. But that birthmark on the woman's hip, looked eerily similar to the one on Santana's hip.

There was just no way that was possible. Her wife was as straight-laced as they came, she'd never be caught dead in some tawdry cheap porno. She was an active member of the PTA, ran her own business, and was a wonderful mother to their two children. Plus, Santana was active in the church choir, she'd even been asked to preach once. It was the only reason that she gave up her Sunday mornings when she'd much rather be sleeping in. Santana had insisted that it would be good for the kids to have some religion, she of course disagreed but it made Santana happy and her kids weren't acting like intolerant assholes. So, she was okay with it. Besides, watching Santana own that stage was worth it. Just watching her wife up there turned her on to no end.

Charlie's eyes drift onto the hip, he was really giving it to her hard, and the degrading things that were coming out of his mouth, was enough to make her blush. There was simply no way that it could be Santana. She hadn't married a porn star—a failed actress yeah, she still giggled at the yeast infection commercials that still sometimes aired. She shakes her head and goes to exit the page once more her eyes still on the porn in front of her. If there was a god he was probably going to strike her down, but she was curious.

"No. Fucking. Way." Charlie's jaw drops and she immediately grabs her thick headphones, and plugs it in. The image of some random dude, pulling out of her wife and dumping a load on a face that she had fallen in love with—was forever burned into her brain.

'Mm. God I love the way you fuck me.'

Charlie threw the headset down immediately staring at the woman on the screen, in a state of shock. She had hoped that it was some joke, but she would recognize that voice anywhere. Maybe this had been an old sex tape with a boyfriend who was jealous but the lighting looked far to good, and the camera work looked professional at least for porn standards. She recoils when the man slaps his cock on her face and resists the urge to throw her computer. That was the mother of her damn children he couldn't—but he had. He had just—and the—Charlie stares at the screen unable to avert her gaze as her wife is pushed down and immediately fucked hard.

It dawns on her as she watches, that Santana hadn't been exactly truthful about her 'acting' career, and that she had married a porn star. That the mother of her children had been a former porn star. She should be horrified and disgusted, but she can't stop watching.

"Charlie?"

Charlie immediately throws her hands towards the mouse and exits off the screen that she had been watching and glances up at the door, to where her wife was standing, an amused expression on her face. Immediately she flushes a deep red, like she'd been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to. "Yeah?"

Santana stared at Charlie for a moment, noting the blush on her cheeks. It was odd that her wife of ten years couldn't exactly meet her eyes, but she shrugged it off. Charlie had always been a bit odd. "Dinner's ready."

Charlie forced a smile onto her lips and nods standing up, "Good, good what are we having?" she mumbles trying to arrange her desk absentmindedly.

Santana glances down at her wife and shakes her head, noting the hardon that Charlie was currently sporting. It had been a while since the last time that they had sex. If Charlie had found a release, then she was okay with it. "A roast with sweet potato, fries. You know Bela's favorite?"

"Right. Of course, I remember," Charlie nods glancing up at Santana. "That sounds delicious actually," she puts down the papers she had been working on and tries to get past her wife. She wasn't sure what she should say to her. Should she confront her? Should she look into it? There were so many options and it would be difficult to—

"You need to take care of that."

"Huh?"

"Your boner, watch any good porn?"

"Uh—I was thinking of you," Charlie mumbles, rubbing the back of her neck and trying to think of the most unsexy thing she could think of.

"Uhuh," Santana rolls her eyes in disbelief. "Puck sent you porn, again didn't he?"

It was like a bucket of cold water splashing against her skin. Noah had seen this! He had seen Santana and he had sent it to her. She was going to kill the son of a bitch. "Yeah, I'll smack him next time I see him," Charlie grumbles. More like kick him in the nuts and then threaten the son of a bitch.

Santana frowned for a moment, before shrugging it off. "Come on let's go make sure that Sophie washed her hands."

"Right," Charlie nodded. Family dinners, they were important. She just needed to focus on that instead of remembering what she had just witnessed.

Santana sighs and enters Charlie's office and grabs her wife by the hand leading her away. She had probably gotten caught up with an idea and she needed to keep Charlie focused. "Charlie. Dinner."

Charlie stares at Santana's hand and glances at her wife as she shuffles behind her. She had no idea what she was going to do.

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