"Quinn!" Santana shouted from the living room.

Quinn looked up from the box she was unpacking in the kitchen and groaned. Rachel threw herself backwards on the kitchen floor, exhausted from the day of moving, "Just pretend you didn't hear her."

Quinn laughed incredulously, as she stood, "That would go over well. Coming, San."

"How do you get her to respond immediately every time?" Brittany asked.

"There was a consequence every time she didn't," San said simply, waiting for her girl to enter the room. She took in Quinn's tired eyes and slumping shoulders. "Where are you at in the kitchen, babe?"

"Is Rachel helping?" Brittany asked knowingly.

"Yes, Rae is unpacking the glasses as we speak," Quinn said, hoping that Rachel had picked herself up off the floor.

Santana let the obvious lie pass, "So, with all that help are you close to being done?"

"No, I mean not super far away but there are," Quinn paused to take mental note of the kitchen, "Three more boxes?"

"If I order food, do you think those boxes can be done by then?" Santana asked.

A smile lit up Quinn's face, "With motivation like that? Of course!" Quinn looked around the living room and noticed how nicely it was coming along. "Looking good guys!"

"Thanks!" Brittany said.

Rachel stomped into the living room, "Why do you three get to stop when I'm slaving away?"

Britt and Quinn smiled at the girl, but Santana raised an eyebrow at the tone and stomping. "We were discussing dinner options."

"Oh, pizza sounds great!" Rachel cut in.

"Pizza sounds good to me," San said, "What do you two blondies think?"

"Pizza sounds great, babe," Quinn said kissing Santana, "But I'm down for anything. Can I go finish the kitchen?"

"Yes, thank you. I know you're tired." Santana said, pulling the love of her life in close.

Quinn accepted the kiss, "Not any more tired than anyone else."

"You go too, Rae." Britt added.

"Come on!" Rachel whined.

Quinn stopped in the doorway, "you know what sounds great with pizza? Brownies with ice cream, can Rae make some brownies while I get to these last three boxes?"

"Yeah!" Rachel said excited at the idea of doing something other than unpacking.

"That's up to you Quinn, if you don't mind not having the help, that's fine." Britt told her.

"I would rather have brownies," Quinn said. She looked over at Santana knowing that her girlfriend wouldn't be pleased. Santana for her part was looking down at her phone looking up the pizza menu from the little mom-and-pop parlor on the corner. Quinn wasn't wrong, Santana wasn't happy but that was between her and Quinn and they would be discussing it when it was just the two of them. When San didn't look up Quinn went into the kitchen.

"You good with pizza Britt?" San asked.

"You're too hard on her." Britt said.

Santana smiled and shook her head, "Did you not just ask me how I get her to respond so well? Anyway, we decided that one of the ground rules of moving in together was that we wouldn't cramp each other's disciplinarian styles."

"Which is why you didn't correct Quinn out loud or say anything when Rachel came in in a bad mood." Britt said.

San lowered her phone, "Britt, pizza, I'm buying."

"I just don't know how to be as strict as you." Britt told her, honestly.

Sensing that this was going to turn into a real conversation, she turned the Bluetooth speaker on and hooked up her pandora to block out the sound of them talking and pulled her friend down on the couch. "Mine and Quinn's relationship wouldn't work for you guys, neither of you would be happy. I didn't say anything because I don't want you to think I'm judging you."

"I would like Rachel to respect what I say more, though. Maybe have a little bit less of a diva attitude. I would be lying if I said that wasn't part of the appeal of moving in with you guys." Britt told her friend, opening up about things she normally kept to herself.

"Then you have to be more consistent in what you say to her. If you don't like when she stomps her feet then correct it, right then." Santana told her. "And here's the thing, Quinn's parents did a good job laying the foundation in the first place, she is naturally more respectful."

"I don't want to be spanking her all the time." Britt said, "Does that make me lazy?"

"Do you know what I did the last time Quinn stomped her feet at me?" San asked, leaning back on the couch.

"Spanked her." Britt said.

"No, and I think there in lies your problem. I made her stand in one spot and stomp her feet for ah hour. I read a book, but when it got quieter because she was tired, I instructed her that if she didn't keep going, I would start time again. That was two months ago…" Santana told her. "Punishing Quinn isn't just a spanking and corner time and then it's done. It's a lot of talking and sometimes taking her stuff, and sometimes making her write things out, or stomp in one place, sometimes when she gets crazy sassy, I make her wall sit forever…"

"And she just does it?" Britt asked.

"Yes, I'd love to say only because she respects me, but it's also because when she didn't respond the way I wanted her to I corrected it. If I ask her to stomp and she doesn't I add time, if that's not motivating then she can stand in the corner for ten minutes, if she still won't then I spank her until she is ready to do what I asked the first time, and then we move on to the original consequence."


"Thanks for getting me out of unpacking, are you going to be in trouble for that?" Rae asked, mixing the batter.

"I don't think big trouble, but Santana and I will talk about it I'm sure tonight." Quinn said, putting away the rest of the glasses.

"Do…do you think I'm…not submissive enough?" Rachel asked softly.

Quinn thought about turning on music to tune out their talking, but then heard it start in the living room and knew that San and Britt were probably talking about the same thing. She kept her back turned to Rachel though, unsure if she could control her facial features. "What do you mean?"

"You just do everything Santana says, right away every time." Rachel stated.

"Not every time." Quinn said, still unpacking.

"Almost." Rachel said.

"No, I think you may have an idealized notion of what goes on." Quinn told her, breaking down the empty box. "But anyway, Santana and I are different than you and Britt."

"Yeah, but do you think it makes Brittany sad that you listen, and I don't?" Rachel asked her friends back.

Quinn decided that unpacking wasn't as important as this conversation, she set the box she had just picked up on the counter and walked over to a barstool to sit down. "Do you think it makes her sad?"

"Yes." Rachel said honestly.

"Well, Rach, only you can change that." Quinn told her honestly.

"It just comes out though, and sometimes I wish she would do something, but she doesn't."

"Have you told her that?" Quinn asked.

"No. What do I say? Excuse me Britt, I would love a spanking?"

Quinn laughed, "I've asked Santana for spankings before."

"When you had to as punishment…"

"A couple times when I didn't have to, also." Quinn told her. "It was important though."

"Maybe we could have a code word for if you think I should back off…" Rachel suggested.

"If you want, we could try that out." Quinn said. "But I think you should talk to Brittany too. Take it from me, it's much easier than pushing for a spanking."

"How about when you say…rodeo, I will know."

"How am I going to bring rodeo into a conversation casually?" Quinn asked laughing. She knew the serious part of the conversation was over, so she stood to start unpacking the second to last box.

"What about…"

"What about if I just say your name, you will hear it in my tone." Quinn told her.

"Won't Santana get mad?" Rae asked, starting to stir the batter again.

Quinn shrugged, "I don't think so, but if she does then we can talk it out."

"What if she says you can't?" Rachel asked.

Quinn stilled from putting the plates away and turned to her friend. "Then I can't do it, Rae, this is what we are talking about here, and the best way I can help you is leading by example."

"Do you listen to Santana because you don't want a spanking?"

"Well, I don't want to be punished, no. I also don't want to let Santana down, or disappoint her. Also, most of the time it's just basic respect, and me loving her brings that around." Quinn said, turning to the oven to preheat it, as Rachel poured the batter into the pan.

"What are you guys talking about?" Santana asked walking into the kitchen with Brittany.

"Girl stuff, is the pizza ordered?" Quinn asked.

Brittany kissed the side of Rachel's face, "we're girls!"

"Yeah, but now the conversations over, bad timing I guess." Quinn quipped.

"The pizza should be here in twenty minutes. The way I see it there are two things that need to get done, setting the table and these boxes, which do you wanna do? I will do the other." Santana said.

Quinn turned and smiled at her girlfriend. "I was thinking since it's the first night in our new home…"

"No." Santana stated immediately.

"You don't even know what I was going to say," Quinn said grumpily.

"I do, you were going to ask if we could eat in front of the TV. Am I right?" Santana asked.

"Yes, but I'm tired, and it would be nice to eat on paper plates and just veg in front of the TV." Quinn defended.

"Wait, we have to ask to eat in front of the TV?" Rachel asked, surprised.

"You can do whatever Britt says, but Quinn and I eat at the table almost always." Santana said, "No technology at meals."

"So, Britt and Rachel are going to eat every night in front of the TV, and I have to eat at the table?" Quinn asked crossing her arms.

"I don't know what Rachel and Brittany are going to do, but yes, most nights you will be sitting at the table eating." Santana said in a clipped tone, trying to control her temper. Truth be told she was exhausted too and if she had known it would be such a fight, then she would have just eaten in front of the TV. "We all agreed, that each couple has different rules and we would keep it that way. Is that what we agreed to?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"So, I will ask you again, would you like to set the table or finish the boxes?" Santana ground out.

Quinn paused for a moment, "I would like to talk to you in the bedroom."

Santana didn't do well masking her shock at that turn of events, "Okay, lets go." Santana was shocked again, when instead of having an attitude and storming ahead, Quinn grabbed her hand and walked by her side to the bedroom. When they got into the room, Quinn gently pushed Santana down on the bed and then crawled into her lap. Santana's whole body relaxed, "What's going on baby?"

"I'm sorry that I squared off like that. I'm tired." Quinn told her.

Santana pulled her closer, "I think there may be more to it. Is it going to be hard having a different set of rules?" Santana asked.

"Yes ma'am; I'm sure it will be hard, but I knew that going into it." Quinn told her.

"Well the reality and the idea are always different things."

"That's true." Quinn said, trying to snuggle closer. "Are you angry that I asked for Rachel to make brownies? It wasn't my intention in doing it, but it started a good conversation for us."

"It started a good one for me and Britt too. I don't think that you should always be bailing her out. She needs to do what Brittany says without you creating loopholes. You save her because you feel like the big sister, but sometimes being the big sister means letting her learn for herself."

"Rachel asked me to help warn her when I think she's getting out of line, is that okay?" Quinn asked.

"If Britt doesn't have a problem with it, I don't." Santana told her. "Anything left to talk about?"

"No, but can you just hold me for a little bit?" Quinn asked, peeking up at her.

"Yes, until the pizza gets here." Santana laid down and pulled Quinn in close, she went between silence and whispering her love to Quinn for the next ten minutes.

When the doorbell rang, both girls went out to the living room, "I will go set the table." Quinn told her.

"Thank you, baby," Santana said, waiting to see if Quinn was going to freak out that Santana hadn't given in. When Quinn smiled and then went into the kitchen, Santana opened the door and paid for the pizza.

"I set the table already," Rachel told Quinn when she entered.

"And I finished the last two boxes, so we are good to veg after we eat dinner." Brittany said.

Quinn blushed, but turned to Santana, "Am I allowed to watch TV tonight after I freaked out?"

Santana set the pizza boxes down on the table and considered the question. She slowly opened the box with pizza, then the breadsticks and salad. Still unsure of how she was going to answer. "We have church with your parents and then lunch with mine tomorrow, I'd like you in bed by ten."

Quinn went to the fridge and grabbed out the pitcher of water and a pitcher of juice. She set the down on the table before sitting down herself. "Okay," Quinn said slowly. "It will be eight thirty, maybe, when we finish eating?"

"So I'm going to take a bath, I was hoping you would join me, maybe I could give you a back rub, or you can watch TV for that time." Santana told her, already knowing what her girl would choose.

"A bath sounds great!"

"I thought so…" Santana laughed. She took Quinn's plate and put a piece of pizza and a breadstick on it and then filled out the other half of the plate with salad.

"We are going to have brownies later…" Quinn started slowly.

Santana looked down at the plate, it was their new agreement that Santana would make Quinn's plate or grab her snacks, and Quinn would eat it. Santana tried to always be fair and knew that if she made Quinn eat crazy amounts of food the system wouldn't work. "What are you trying to negotiate here Fabray?"

"Half a breadstick, no dressing." Quinn said quickly.

"And you will eat an entire brownie with some ice cream?" Santana asked.

"What is an entire brownie?" Quinn asked.

"Quinn…" Santana cautioned.

"Yes, I will eat an entire brownie and ice cream." Quinn agreed.

"Okay," Santana said, she ripped the breadstick in half and handed the plate over to her girlfriend. "Since Rachel set the table, I would like it if you would do the dishes."

"Yes ma'am." Quinn said readily, digging into her salad, she really was starving after working so hard.

"So, movie night for us?" Rachel asked Britt.

"A bath doesn't sound good to you too?" Britt asked, shocked by her girl who always loved to be close to her.

"I didn't know it was on the table, yeah, lets do that." Rachel said excitedly.

"Good, then we can talk," Britt said.

"Or, we could watch TV." Rachel said quickly.

"Nah, I think we should talk." Britt said.

Most of dinner was in silence as all four girls were so tired.

Dessert was quick too and soon Rachel and Brittany were in their bathroom, Santana was drawing a bath in the her and Quinn's bathroom across the house, and Quinn was doing dishes.

Brittany eased herself into the tub, and then Rachel came in and leaned back on her. "I wanna talk to you about something serious, so don't relax to the point of sleep, okay?"

"Okay…" Rachel agreed.

"Do you think that maybe we should tighten the reigns a little? Honestly."

Rachel leaned her head back into the Britt, but her eyes were closed. "I like to eat in front of the TV."

"So maybe sometimes we eat in our room with the TV, but I think that mostly we should join Quinn at the table, that feels nice, right?" Britt asked.

"I guess." Rae agreed.

"And I'm not just talking about dinner, I mean in general."

"I was talking to Quinn about this. I think that sometimes I push, and you don't push back." Rachel said, brushing her now wet hair out with her fingers.

"That's true." Brittany said, "I don't want you to feel suffocated."

"Well I don't want to feel suffocated either, but maybe we could try to find an in between." Rach said.

"But that means you have to take me seriously, when I say something, I'm going to expect you to listen."

"Understood." Rachel said.

"Alright are we good?" Britt asked.

"Perfect." Rae agreed, closing her eyes, ready to fully relax.


Quinn had woken up in a bad mood, she wasn't sure why, but she knew she hated being awake right now.

"Come on, Quinn, we have to get ready for church!" Santana called, "Do you want to go for a run?"

"No," Quinn snapped rolling over, "and I don't want to go to church either."

Santana frowned at that, "Are you okay?" She reached down to feel Quinn's forehead, but she swatted it away. Santana swatted Quinn's butt in reaction, "Stop that." Quinn whined, and curled into a ball. Santana reached down to feel her forehead again, and Quinn again rolled away. "Okay, if you aren't going to let me help, then get up and get ready. I will start on breakfast."

"I don't want eggs," Quinn whined. "I want a donut at church, and coffee!"

"Q." Santana snapped, she needed her girl to snap out of it.

Quinn peaked out from her blanket, "I don't wanna goooo."

"Up and out of bed, now." Santana told her firmly.

Quinn kicked in the blankets for a moment, but then stood up and glared at her girlfriend.

"Can I feel your head now?" Santana asked calmly.

"No." Quinn snapped.

Santana bit her lip, she could tell by looking at Quinn that she didn't feel well, and she was sure that her body was still tired from moving all day before, but she didn't want Quinn to think that there was any reason this behavior was acceptable. "You can let me check your temperature, or you can start getting ready for church, either one, after you give your response, I want silence from you until this attitude corrects."

Quinn turned her back to Santana and entered their closet. It wasn't exactly what she had wanted but she left Quinn alone to get ready.

After Quinn hadn't surfaced in the kitchen after 20 minutes, Santana put both her and Quinn's plates on the table and then went down the hall to find her girlfriend. The way this morning was going, she was glad that all she had left to do to get ready was throw some clothes on.

Quinn was sitting on the bed in her green dress that Santana always loved her in. It really made her eyes pop. "Breakfast is on the table Quinn, come eat with me."

Quinn looked up with tearful eyes, "I don't feel good."

Santana sighed, and went to go get the thermometer from the bathroom. It quickly climbed to 103.2. "Looks like you're going back to bed."

"But church…" Quinn started, "and I'm hungry."

"You're hungry? You must be sick." Santana said. "Change into some jammies. I will go call our families and bring you breakfast in bed."

"San!" Quinn cried as she walked out the door.

"Yeah, baby?" San asked turning, wondering if she was going to throw up, and not want to eat now.

"I'm sorry that I was so cranky."

"Thanks for the apology baby, forgiven always." San said before she left.

After assuring both of their mothers that they were going to be okay and that she could drive Quinn to the hospital need be, she warmed up their breakfast and carried it on a tray to her room. "Alright, babe…"

"You brought us breakfast!" Rachel called excitedly, from her bed.

"Why are you in my bed berry?" Santana asked grumpily.

Quinn whimpered, "We were gonna watch TV."

Santana sighed as she set the tray down. "Not too much excitement. You need rest Quinn." Santana went and grabbed the NyQuil to help her girl sleep. After watching Quinn dutifully take the medicine, she handed her the remote, "I mean it, don't think that just because you are sick, I won't punish you…"

"Aye Aye, Captain," Rachel said, saluting, and then turning the TV on.

Santana sighed and walked back into the kitchen where Britt was standing at the stove making eggs, "I got kicked out of my bed!"

Britt laughed, "Is Quinn okay?"

"High fever, hope she's okay for school tomorrow." Santana shrugged.

"Pull up a stool, lets have some breakfast," Britt said.

"I think I'm gonna like sharing a house." San said as Britt pushed eggs and toast in front of her.