Discipline
"You can't ground me, you fucking bitch!"
Quinn wasn't sure why she still had her coaching whistle on her keychain, but she was glad she had it at the moment. The shrill whistling noise caught everyone's attention before Santana could throttle Ares. Rachel looked like she was about to cry.
"Everyone. Rooms, now," she said calmly.
"Quinn—"
"Santana. I'm not joking. Everyone, separate."
Rachel led the way upstairs, with the girls following behind her. With a withering glare at Ares, Santana stalked off to the far wing of the house. Brittany sighed and grabbed her purse and keys.
"See you next week," she said sadly. She hated going out of town on a bad note.
Quinn stood staring at her son, trying to gauge his mood. He didn't look sorry at all. He was staring back in unrepentant defiance. "Okay. I'm not going to talk about this right now," she said. "Give me your keys," she told him, holding her hand out.
He tossed them on the table and stormed off to his room.
"What the fuck?"
Santana had wanted to keep Ares home from school and beat some manners into him, but Quinn, never one to miss an opportunity to prove a point, had driven him in and picked him up. In between those points, they'd taken everything out of his room.
"What the—"
"Stop," Quinn said in a quiet, firm voice. "Would you like me to explain?"
"Yeah, where the hell is all my stuff?" Ares yelled.
"Your things are in storage. Santana is the only one with the password to the gate and the key. The way we see it, you obviously have no respect for us or this house. You've been walking around here with a shit attitude, calling your mothers awful names, telling us we can't tell you what to do. We're your parents—that's our fucking job. So here's the deal: I know what it's like to be thrown out. We would never do that to you, unless you were putting us or the girls in danger. However, the way we see it, if you're grown enough to do what you want and disrespect the people who've loved you and raised you these past 16 years, then you're grown enough to pay for your own things."
"You can't do that!"
"We can. We are. So you can either figure out a way to buy back the laptop and gaming stuff and all the cool stuff you think you're entitled to, or you can figure out a way to make it up to Mami and Momma, and they'll decide when and what you can have back. Either way, you're earning all the things you take for granted."
Ares slumped on his bed, glaring at the ground. "Get out."
"Your choice."