"Easy," The Latina cautioned into Quinn's ear.
Quinn's back stiffened at the warning. "I'm just running practice, S."
Santana shook her head, "No, you are mad at me and you are taking it out on the team, now ease up, Fabray."
Quinn whipped around and glared at Santana, "You may get to call the shots at home, but I am the boss here, and I said run more laps S."
Santana raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow, "excuse me?"
"I'm telling you, I am in charge here, and you will run laps." Quinn told her harshly.
"And I am telling you that you are out of control, and you need to call off the rest of practice." Santana growled.
"Run Santana, or I will make it worse for everyone…" Quinn said, raising her chin defiantly.
Brittany pulled on Santana's arms, "Let's go S, let's just run."
Santana kept Quinn's eye contact for a second. "Last chance."
"Get moving Lopez." Quinn said coldly.
Santana gave a slight nod, and Quinn knew that she had sealed her fate. The next thirty minutes of practice were, if possible, even more brutal than the first half hour. Quinn called all the girls together, "Alright Ladies, I know it was a hard practice, but that is how we become regional champions. Go home and relax, see you all tomorrow at six for practice."
"Come on Q," One of the girls called, "It's Saturday tomorrow, can't we push practice back to like eight even?"
Quinn's frown, that she had worn since her and Santana had argued at lunch, deepened. "No, or else I would have said eight. If you can't commit to being here tomorrow, I can't commit to having you on my team."
The girls grumbled, but all headed to the showers. Santana hung back, and Quinn stiffened when her girlfriend touched her. "We need to talk Quinn, but I have work. I will be home around 11 and I would appreciate it if you didn't go to bed before then."
Quinn nodded, at practice should could be the HBIC but once out of her uniform, Santana ruled the roost. Although technically they were both still in uniform, so Quinn held on to her last bit of defiance.
"Verbal answer," Santana ground out.
"Yes Ma'am." Quinn said.
"I would also like you to have all your binders out on the table for us to go over your school work together and I need the kitchen to be clean."
"If my binders are all over the table, the kitchen won't be clean." Quinn snapped.
Santana stared Quinn down silently for a long while, "I need to get to work." She started to walk away, but turned around and kissed Quinn softly on the lips, "I love you always."
Quinn sighed, "love you too." For a second she had been worried that Santana would leave without a kiss, but she was glad to see that once again the latina's love always outweighed her temper. She watched Santana walk away and then jogged to the locker room to throw on some sweats before heading home. Brittany was sitting on one of the benches in the locker room, clearly waiting for her when she came in.
"Here to plead the case of starting at eight?" Quinn joked.
Brittany's easy smile tugged at her lips, "No, came to see if you wanted help sorting out your school work before Santana gets home tonight."
"Won't Rachel miss you?" Quinn asked skeptically.
"Nah, she's hanging out with Kurt. Do you need help?" Brittany asked her.
Quinn thought for a moment: she could use the help, but she wasn't sure Santana would like her to have anyone over.
The war of thoughts must have played across Quinn's face because Brittany lifted her phone and waved it in the air, "I asked San, she said it was okay."
Quinn's face broke out in the first smile of the day, "Then that would be fantastic. We can both grab showers back at the apartment."
Brittany nodded and they both walked out to their cars. Quinn always loved going back to the apartment she and Santana shared. It wasn't huge, but they could afford it on the money they made and that both their dads sent them every month. It was nice to have freedom from their mother's who both didn't approve of their lifestyle.
Quinn let herself and Brittany into the one-bedroom apartment. "Go ahead and take the first shower, I can start on dinner." Brittany nodded and went down the hall to the bathroom as Quinn walked into the kitchen. It had been her morning to clean the kitchen and it hadn't been done, thus starting off the day of fighting. It wasn't her fault that she had always had maids, and she tried to convince Santana that they were worth the money, but it was a losing battle against the penny pinching girl.
By the time Brittany was out of the shower the seafood salad was done. "Sorry I took so long, but some dictator made me super sore at practice."
Quinn blushed, she had been a little punishing that day. "I'm sorry Britt. I'm going to grab a shower; do you mind waiting for me to eat?"
"No, but why don't you go grab all your school stuff and I can look it over while you are in there?" Brittany asked.
Quinn nodded and ran to her room and back with her backpack in hand. She handed it over before going to jump in the shower, a little embarrassed that she had been so rough at practice. When she came out twenty minutes later, dressed in her pj shorts and a tank top, Brittany was staring at her math binder with the rest laid out around her. "Go grab us both some salad." Brittany told her without looking up.
It always took Quinn off guard when her soft-spoken friend was so authoritative. She walked into the kitchen though and made them both bowls before walking back out to the living room and handing Britt one. "So…how screwed am I?"
Brittany frowned at her for a moment, before closing the binder. "It doesn't look great Fabray. Why did you let yourself get this far behind?"
"Work…practice…" Quinn trailed off.
"And…"
"I just didn't want to do it. I guess I got lazy." She shrugged.
"Have you talked to your teachers?"
Quinn shook her head, "Santana wanted me to today, but I was a little distracted."
"That's not going to fly." Brittany told her honestly. "And the kitchen?"
Quinn threw herself back on the couch dramatically, "I'm just lazy."
"You Miss Six A.M. practice are anything but lazy, so what's the real deal?"
Quinn peaked over at Brittany, "I'm not sure, things have just been going really great…"
"That's good, Quinn! That's how you want them to go!"
"Right, but Santana and I have been busy and….I don't know." She grunted as she covered her face.
Brittany set her bowl down and crawled over to the couch, "and…"
"And then things that would normally matter just didn't. It's like she didn't have time for me once we moved in here. I mean, like she does have time for everything except, you know…this."
"Ah, I get that."
Quinn uncovered her face, "you do?"
"Yes, you like the consistency, it makes sense you want it back." Brittany told her. "But you probably could have talked to San instead of letting this all snowball like this."
Quinn knew she was right, "but here we are."
"Yes, here we are." Brittany agreed, she stood up and pulled Quinn up off the couch. "You go clean the kitchen, I will put all of this in an orderly fashion on the table that San will understand."
"I'm not sure I want her to understand." Quinn said, picking up both of their salad bowls.
Britt laughed, "Too late for that."
It took about an hour, but the kitchen was cleaned and all of Quinn's binders lay out neatly on the table. It was only nine when Brittany left and, so she decided to vacuum and sit down and at least do the homework she had been assigned today. The stress of the day caught up to her though and she fell asleep at the table, and that is how Santana found her.
After putting down her keys in the bowl, Santana approached Quinn and kissed the side of her face, "Hey sleepy-head, thank you for vacuuming for me."
"Uh-huh." Quinn mumbled without opening her eyes.
Santana crossed to the fridge to grab out the dinner she knew would be waiting for her. "I'm going to need you to wake-up, so we can talk, Quinn."
Quinn nodded and fought hard against her urge to go back to sleep as she opened her eyes. "how was work?"
"Long, I wanted to be here the whole time. How'd it go with Brittany?"
"Good, we got most everything sorted out."
"I want you to text the team and push off practice until ten." Quinn opened her mouth to object. "You know I wouldn't normally ask, but you fell asleep at the table, your body needs sleep and it will be at least midnight before we hit the hay."
"You didn't actually ask this time," Quinn grumbled, taking out her phone and doing as she was bid.
Santana finished her salad, put the bowl in the dishwasher and sat back down at the table across from Quinn. She had gotten a rough idea of the damage this morning, when she had grabbed Quinn's math binder instead of her own, but she wanted the full picture. After twenty tense minutes of Santana looking through everything she meet Quinn's gaze. "Did you talk to your teachers like I asked?"
"No Ma'am."
"Why not?"
Quinn thought of Britt telling her that laziness wasn't good enough and opted for the truth. "I was mad at you, so I didn't listen."
Santana nodded, "Okay, you've been not listening a lot lately."
"I didn't think you'd noticed." Quinn said curtly.
"This isn't how you get my attention, you need to talk to me if you think that I'm not noticing you." Santana told her firmly, "And normally you would, Quinn, so what gives?"
"You don't normally go this long without noticing." Quinn whispered.
Santana's features softened before they hardened again, "Well, now I've noticed. First things first, you are going to speak to your teachers Monday, and you will do whatever make-up work you can, on top of the homework to get caught up on your grades."
"Yes Ma'am."
"Until you are at least at B's you are at school, practice, work or here, am I understood?"
"Yes ma'am." She had expected that.
"Second, when I tell you to do something you do it. If I tell you to clean the kitchen you…"
"Clean it."
"If I tell you to speak with your teachers, you…"
"Speak to them."
"If I tell you to call off practice, you…"
"No, I'm in charge at practice." Quinn said firmly.
"No," Santana said just as firmly, "You are the head cheerleader, I am in charge always. Understood?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Okay, you are going to get a spanking tonight. I'm going to shower, and go read in the room for a little bit…" Santana looked at the clock and saw that it was only 11:30, she was glad she left work early. "You have until 12:30 to bring me an implement and ask me to spank you."
"What?!"
"You heard me, you should have talked to me so now you are going to be in the habit of it. Every day, until I decide you can move to every other day you will come and ask me for a spanking before bed. If you get into bed without asking, then I will do it with an implement. If you've had a rough day, it will be worse. You wanted my attention, well now you have it." She kissed Quinn and then went off to shower.
Quinn sat on the couch, thinking, until she heard Santana go into their room. She picked up her binders and put them back into her backpack, and put that in the area they called the office, but was really only a little nook that fit a desk, bookshelf and bed. She went and took out both of their water bottles and filled them half-way before putting them in the freezer for practice tomorrow and then moved her cheer bag from the coffee table to the front door by Santana's. A quick glance at the clock told her that she still had half an hour. She went into the office again and sat down on the guest bed for a moment to think.
She knew she had to pick something to show Santana that she understood this was a big deal, but she wasn't sure what. It took all a minute for her to know and she tip-toed into the kitchen before grabbing the object and walking into their room.
Santana tried to look around Quinn to see what she held behind her back, but she couldn't see. "Santana, I'm sorry that instead of talking to you that I acted out by not doing the things I was supposed to, and by disobeying you…" She paused before pulling out the wooden cutting board. "Will you spank me please?"
Santana raised an eyebrow at this. She had never really spanked Quinn with that cutting board, only a swat here or there in the kitchen playfully, and each time Quinn howled. She wasn't sure about a spanking with it. She put her book aside, and signaled Quinn to come over. "Pull your shorts down, please."
Quinn paused, this was something new, Santana normally did that for her. She slowly lowered her shorts and after a short nod from Santana her panties too.
"Over my lap." Quinn was used to Santana's help, but still managed to slowly crawl over her girlfriend's lap. She lay stiff, not sure what to expect with all the changes. Santana rubbed Quinn's back to get her to relax a little. "Thank you for listening the first time every time, Quinn, I really do appreciate that."
Quinn relaxed under the praise.
Santana pushed the cutting board off to the side for a moment, and started to spank with her hand. When the heat had built up to the point that she knew Quinn was fighting back tears, she increased her speed. In no time flat it seemed to Santana, but a century to Quinn, the blonde was sobbing. Santana stopped the spanking and rubbed Quinn's butt, thinking. She picked up the cutting board and weighed it in her hands.
"Quinn?" She asked softly. Tears were her only response, it usually took more than a hand spanking to get Quinn to cry more than a few tears. She tried again, "Quinn?"
"Yes?" Quinn hiccupped out.
"I understand that you feel very guilty, and that's why you brought me this cutting board, but I'm afraid it will really hurt you. I'm going to set it aside and grab the hairbrush out of the drawer." Santana heard Quinn's sobs increase and she wasn't sure if it was relief about the switch in implement or sadness that the spanking was going to start again. She reached over and grabbed the hair brush out of her drawer and started spanking again, lighter than she normally would.
"I need you to listen to me Quinn, I shouldn't have to ask you to do things more than once, isn't that right?" Santana asked as she spanked. She listened to Quinn's pitiful agreement, before speaking again. "No more getting behind on school work. No more abusing your power as head cheerleader when you are mad. No more disobeying! No more talking back! And no more secrets! If you feel something then tell me, understood?"
"Yesssss." Quinn cried.
Santana finished with ten more hard swats before setting the brush back in the drawer. She pulled Quinn up to her and had them both lay down, with Quinn snuggled into her side. "I love you."
"Love you too." Quinn said.
Santana moved Quinn's sweaty hair from her forehead, "I need you to talk to me okay?"
"Okay," Quinn whispered.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Santana rubbed her back, and was still a little shocked by Quinn's strong reaction. "Are you okay?"
"Tired. Sore. Hurts so bad." Quinn said into Santana's side.
Santana looked down at her red bottom and nodded, "You took that really well though, I'm so proud of you."
Quinn cooed under the praise and Santana smirked, HBIC her ass. "Can I go get some water?"
"Let me, I'm sure it won't feel good to walk." Santana offered, getting up. When she came back into the room Quinn was standing by the window. "You okay?" She asked again.
"Yeah, just sore." Quinn said softly, taking the glass and leaning into Santana.
"Drink," Santana instructed after a full minute of Quinn just standing there, "take a few sips and let's get to bed. It's after one."
Quinn nodded, she drank a little and then crawled back into bed. "Thank you San."
"Anytime Baby, anytime."
