A Small Closet
Disclaimer: Glee doesn't belong to me, although I wish it did, things would be so different.
A/N: So this is just a short little scene I wrote at work the other day, it hasn't been beta'd, then again most of my work isn't anyway. Hope you all enjoy. Oh, and I can never remember what canon (or fandom canon) is for Santana's dad's name, if there really even is one, so I just picked a name.
Rachel and Santana sat in Principal Figgins' office, their heads hung in apparent shame as he explained the situation to their parents.
"Your daughters were found participating in inappropriate behavior on school grounds," Figgins said in his usual monotonous tone.
"Meaning, what exactly?" Maribel Lopez asked, glaring at the back of her daughter's head, the glare becoming more pointed when she noticed the slight shaking of Santana's shoulders signifying she was trying to hold in laughter.
"Ms. Berry and Ms. Lopez were found in a very compromising position in the janitor's closet," Figgins replied. "Coach Sylvester heard noises from inside and caught them in the act of fornicating."
This made Rachel look up. "We were not having sexual intercourse on school grounds, Principal Figgins," she argued, missing the grimaces on her and Santana's parents' faces at the implication that they have had sex, just not on school grounds.
"Ms. Berry, I'm pretty sure Coach Sylvester knows what she saw," Figgins countered, causing Santana to snort and Rachel to smack her.
"Well, what is their punishment?" Hiram Berry asked, wanting this meeting to be over as soon as possible.
"Suspension for the rest of the day and detention for the week," Figgins answered. "This is their first offense, but I never want to see you two in my office again."
"Thank you, Principal Figgins, we'll have a very serious discussion with our daughters about how they should behave at school," Cristian Lopez said. "Say thank you, girls."
"Thank you, Mr. Figgins," Rachel and Santana said in unison as they stood up.
Once the group made it outside, the two girls looked at each other and busted out laughing, earning eye rolls from their parents. They all stopped by the adults' cars.
"Alright, girls, explain," LeRoy said with a chuckle, the couple's laughter infectious.
Rachel was the first to get herself under control. "Well, Dad, I will admit Santana and I were in the janitor's closet making out, but I would never allow sexual intercourse to happen in a dirty closet at school."
"That doesn't explain whatever this Coach walked in on," Hiram said, not wanting to let the girls off the hook yet.
"Yea, it looked nothing like sex, Mr. H," Santana said. "I was trying to be romantic and started singing a song, when my wonderful girlfriend decided to interrupt me to inform me I was a little flat."
"You say that like its the first time I've ever told you that," Rachel said with a huff, causing the parents to laugh.
"Yes, but in the middle of a make out session, really isn't the time or place," Santana argued, still a little bit angry that all this could have been avoided if Rachel had just gone with the flow. "Anyway, she then decided to sit down and give me an impromptu voice lesson."
"Having heard many of Rachel's voice lessons, I understand why the Coach would be suspicious, but how could she make the mistake once she opened the door?" LeRoy asked.
"Because she hadn't been laid since the stone age," Santana answered, earning two smacks to the back of her head, one from her mother and the other from Rachel.
"The only thing I can think of is Coach thought she opened it at the end of the alleged act," Rachel answered. "It was a small closet."
The four parents just shook their heads, trying very hard to not picture what Rachel was alluding to, and laughed. It was always an adventure when PezBerry was involved.