Reckoning
Abraxas sat back with a Coke and watched Ares run around the house trying to repair the damage that had been inflicted on the house. He'd helped at first, picking up the beer cans in the kitchen and loading them into the back of his car. He was definitely redeeming this shit for cash…. After that, however, he chilled in his room and enjoyed the sight of his brother scrambling. How would Ares learn if he didn't sweat a little.
But when he walked into the living room, he felt a little sorry for his little brother.
Ares was standing in the middle of the living room, not moving an inch, staring at the broken TV. There was still trash scattered around him, and having walked through the house Abraxas knew there were at least three more rooms to clean.
"Hey…it's okay," he said, squeezing Ares's shoulder. "We'll tell them we were screwing around and I broke it. Let's get the rest of this place clean."
They cleaned like mad men and, somehow, had everything ready to go when the four women walked in at three. Rachel hugged him and she and Brittany took their bags upstairs.
"Abraxas?" Santana asked. "I thought it was your Saturday to work at the gallery."
"Emily took it. She's apparently a huge fan of the artist coming in and begged me to switch. Hey, I er…broke the TV. I'll pay for it."
"Broke it?" Quinn asked, going in to look.
At that moment, however, there was an ear piercing scream. Santana took the stairs two at a time with Quinn right on her heels.
Abraxas and Ares exchanged a look, and followed.
There were two people passed out cold in the king sized bed in their mothers' room.
Quinn turned and pointed to Ares. "Explain. Now."