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Chapter 10

2032 - 5 days before Sugar travels back in time.

Brittany glances towards the ceiling as she hears their bedroom floor creak as Santana gets out of bed. Pushing herself up from the sofa, she heads into the kitchen and pours her wife a mug of fresh coffee to take back into the living room with her. She places the mug on the table and slumps back down on the sofa just as she hears Santana come out of their bathroom. Brittany smiles gently when Santana stiffly shuffles into the room, her hair mussed from sleeping and her eyes tired.

"Hey, babe," Brittany murmurs, standing up and kissing Santana as she hands her the coffee.

"Hey. Thanks," Santana sleepily replies. "How long have you been down here?"

"Just a half hour or so, I wanted to stay with you longer but I really had to pee and when I came back you were spread out all over the bed," Brittany states with a fond smile. She feels guilt tugging at her gut as she watches Santana warily eye the sofa while sipping her coffee. Brittany knows how it feels to not want to sit down when your ass is sore. "Sugar won't be home for another, like, twenty minutes, come sit," she states softly. Sitting down for the first time after a spanking is always the worst, it's best to just get it over with, but Santana always needs encouragement. Santana nods and gently lowers herself on the sofa, curling into Brittany's side and putting most of her weight on her side. She cradles her coffee close to her chest and lets out a heavy sigh.

"I'm so not looking forward to this?" Santana grumbles.

"Talking to Sugar?"

"Yeah," Santana sighs. "She's so like me at the age, it's not easy to stay calm when all that attitude is flying at you, you know? I mean, I just know that her main defence will be that I shouldn't have been in her bedroom. That's what I would've done if, you know, my mom was actually around."

"Yeah, but it's different. She has her parents around, we're always there for her and, even though it wasn't your mom, you still had someone around to keep you in line," Brittany states with a smirk. "We can handle a teenage version of you," Brittany shrugs. "You can because you were a teenage version of you," she laughs, "and I was an expert at dealing with teenage you."

"Huh..that's true," Santana nods. She lets out a contented sigh as Brittany's arm snakes around her waist, her hand gently rubbing her sore backside. "I hate that belt," Santana groans with a pout.

"Maybe you shouldn't give me another reason to use it then," Brittany retorts teasingly.

"Don't worry, I have no plans to," Santana mumbles, burying her face in Brittany's shoulder as she flushes lightly.

"None of us ever plan to be punished," Brittany chuckles, turning her head to lightly peck Santana's cheek. "Even though it happens often enough that it seems like you do." Santana groans, the tips of her ears turning pink in response to her wife's teasing. "There's some aloe upstairs, I'll help you with it once we've talked to Sugar. Oh...speak of the devil," she remarks as the front door opens and slams shut. "She really needs to stop slamming that door," Brittany adds quietly. They listen as Sugar throws her bag into the hall closet, waiting for her, most likely, dramatic entrance.

"Mom!" Sugar calls out as she stalks into the living room, stopping when she spots both of her parents on the sofa. If she's surprised to see both of them, she doesn't show it. "Why did I have to miss drama club?" Sugar demands.

"First of all, watch your tone," Santana states sternly as she pushes herself up, hiding her pain amazingly well. "Second, have a look at the table," Santana tells her, nodding down at the coffee table. Sugar follows her mama's gaze and her brown eyes widen when she notices the bottle of tequila. She remains silent for a few moments before responding just as Santana predicted she would.

"You went through my stuff?" Sugar asks indignantly.

"I warned you time and time again that if you didn't clean it, I would go in there and do it for you," Santana retorts. "You didn't listen, so I did it. Or I started it, I got a little distracted when I found alcohol in my fifteen year old daughter's closet!" Santana raises her voice, one eyebrow dangerously cocked. "My alcohol, may I add. Care to explain?"

"You..you shouldn't be going through my stuff," Sugar snaps. She never did learn how to keep her mouth shut. "I don't go through your stuff." A lie. Sugar always takes her parents' make-up without asking.

"That does not matter, Sugar," Brittany states calmly and firmly, standing up and moving to stand next to her wife. "What matters is that a bottle of tequila, which was once full and in the cupboard, is now half empty and was found in your bedroom."

"Hidden in your closet," Santana interjects. "We have every right to go into any of your bedrooms, we are your parents and privacy is a privelege. Why was the tequila in your bedroom?" she tries again, glaring down at her daughter, and realising in the back of her mind that Sugar isn't all that much smaller than her anymore. Sugar petulantly shrugs, stubbornly staying silent while staring at her shoes. "Alright, fine! We have all night. Go upstairs and finish cleaning your room. I want that bedroom to be immaculate by the time you're finished. It's disgusting," Santana lectures. "You can stay in there until we call you down and, for the sake of your behind, I hope you're in the mood to talk," she adds sternly. "Go!" Santana watches as their eldest child storms from the room, rolling her eyes when they hear her bedroom door slam a moment later.

"That went as well as expected," Brittany remarks dryly. "I'm gonna make a start on dinner. Hopefully she will be calmer when we call her down to eat."

Present day

"Smells awesome, babe," Brittany grins as she steps into the kitchen, wrapping her arms around Santana from behind while she stands at the stove. She kisses her girlfriend's cheek before laying her chin on Santana's shoulder. "Sugar's just cleaning up, we had to oil some of the parts."

"How's going? Do you think it's almost finished?" Santana asks curiously, turning down the heat and turning in Brittany's arms.

"Honestly? I don't know. I wish I knew how future me completed it," Brittany murmurs.

"It does not surprise me that you created a time machine that actually works," Santana comments.

"It doesn't?"

"Well, yeah, it does. I mean, it's a time machine! But, if anyone could do it...it had to be you," Santana smiles, chastely kissing her.

"Duh, I'm a genius," Brittany grins.

"I always knew you were," Santana murmurs sincerely.

"Ugh, gross. Please tell you're not making out over my breakfast," Sugar grumbles as she walks into the kitchen, slumping down at the table and immediately wincing.

"Are you still sore?" Santana questions softly, gazing at the younger girl in sympathy. She knows how that feels.

"Yeah, a little," Sugar mumbles, looking down at her hands. "I've had worse," she shrugs, causing Santana and Brittany to share a look that is a mixture of amusement and concern. "I get in trouble a lot."

"Well, we have that to look forward to, I guess," Santana states sarcastically. She plates up their breakfast, with Brittany's help, and they join their daughter at the kitchen table. They eat in a comfortable silence, it only being interrupted by Sugar groaning in pain every now and then. Seriously, wooden chairs should always have cushions. Always. This is, like, inhumane or something!

"Just say it," Brittany says, and Santana looks up in confusion. "I know you're dying to ask something, it's written all over your face," Brittany states to Sugar.

"Well," Sugar hesitates, "are you gonna stop me from seeing Rory?" she asks quietly, her eyes flicking back and forth between Santana and Brittany, watching as they seem to have a silent conversation with each other.

"No, we're not," Brittany finally tells her, "but, we will be keeping an eye on you when you're together," she adds. Brittany can tell just by looking at Santana that she plans to have a little chat with Rory. She knows she should probably stop her, Santana will most likely terrify the poor kid, but it's their daughter. If some boy is scared to mess up around Sugar...Brittany is okay with that. She just knows that Santana is a complete mama bear in the future, she's alread turning into one now.

"Don't let him force into anything," Santana states bluntly. "I'm not just meaning sex, I mean anything...don't let him encourage you to do things that you're not supposed to be doing," she adds seriously, her features stern.

"No, I know. He's not like that, mama," Sugar murmurs, her face flushing pink. Santana looks unconvinced, but she doesn't say anything more about it. She's not going to let her opinion on men, based on poor experiences she's had, colour Sugar's judgement. She'll talk to Rory tomorrow at school to ensure that he understands that upsetting Sugar, means he upsets her and Brittany, too. No harm could come from Santana putting the fear of god into him. Something she'll happily do.

2032 - 5 days before Sugar travels back in time.

Sugar glares at Santana as she sits down opposite her at the kitchen table, irritated that dinner isn't actually ready; despite the fact that Brittany had called her down twice to tell her it was. Her parents always did that, impatiently calling her down for a meal, and scolding her for not immediately rushing down, when it isn't even ready yet. She'd never understand why parents did that. The atmosphere in the kitchen could be cut with a knife as Santana and Sugar wait for Brittany to finish plating up their food, both of them as stubborn as the other as they avoid talking to each other. Only Santana thanks Brittany when she places their plates of pasta in front of them, something that irritates Santana even further. Sure, she hates it when their children are rude to her, but she hates it even more when one of them is rude to Brittany.

"So...are you ready to explain yourself?" Brittany asks Sugar pointedly. She sighs when Sugar stays silent and she glances at her wife, Santana setting her jaw as she fumes beside her. "Fine. I'll tell you what we've worked out," Brittany sighs. "You took the bottle of tequila that was in the cupboard, left over from when we last had people over. You drank some of it, and then hid it in your room. What we don't know is how long you've had it, how much you drank or if any of your friends had any, and where you were when you drank it." Piercing blue eyes glare into the brown of her daughter's, and she notices the colour draining from Sugar's face. The girl has obviously realised that she has no way of getting herself out of this.

"Sugar, you're in a whole lot of trouble anyway. Just tell us what we want to know," Santana states lowly, the anger evident in her tone. "Continuing to hide the truth is still lying to us, and I would think that you'd be interested in trying to make it a little easier on yourself."

"I just wanted to try it," Sugar murmurs. "Shawn and I had some on the night of the party," she adds, referring to Quinn's oldest son.

"Half of the bottle is gone, even with two of you...that's a lot more than just trying it," Brittany tells her, her sky blue eyes filled with disappointment. "Shawn is younger than you. You are supposed to look out for him, not encourage him to drink alcohol!"

"Only by a year," Sugar argues. "It's not that big of a deal and.." Her mouth snaps shut when Santana slams her hand down on the table.

"That is not the damn point!" Santana loudly exclaims, her dinner now forgotten. "Neither of you should have even been near alcohol! You stole from us..."

"It was just a bottle of tequila!" Sugar interrupts.

"That doesn't matter," Santana shoots back. "You took something that didn't belong to you. So, you stole and lied to us. Not only that, but your attitude has been disgusting lately. You ignore your mother and I every time we tell you to do something, and then you talk to us like crap when we say something to you about it. All of this, the stealing, the lying, the attidude; it stops now."

"It can't go on like this anymore, Sugar. We're not going to put up with this kind of behaviour anymore," Brittany tells her firmly. "You know our rules, and you know we will not allow you to break them. You are fifteen years old, Lily and Dylan look up to you. So does Shawn, and look what happened."

"I'm sorry," Sugar whispers, finally grasping how serious this is, finally understanding why her parents are so upset with her. "How much trouble am I in?"

"A whole lot," Santana replies seriously, her voice scarily calm. "Your mom and I have discussed it. After dinner you are to sit here and do any, and all, homework you have. One of us will check it and make sure it's all done. No more slacking off with homework. Then you will go upstairs and get ready for bed, your mom or I will be spanking your backside and then you can go to bed."

"Mama, please... I..." Santana holds her hand up, silencing their teenage daughter and shooting her a stern look to inform her that she is not finished.

"You are grounded until further notice. All of your recent behaviour means that you need to earn our trust, and your priveleges, back. You can still go to drama club after school, but then you come straight home. You will be going to bed earlier at night for a while, I'm bored of arguing with you every morning because you don't want to get out of bed. We love you very much, Sugar, but we are very disappointed in your behaviour. Things will be changing around here."

"Okay," Sugar whispers, knowing it's pointless to argue with her parents now that they've made their decision.

"You're an intelligent girl, use that intelligence when making decisions and things will be easier for you," Brittany tells her calmly, and not unkindly. "If you can prove to us than you can be trusted, you will get your priveleges back." Brittany shakes her head in disappointment. She hates that they need to be so strict with her, but that's just it...they need to be. She exchanges a sad glance with Santana while Sugar goes back to slowly eating her dinner. Santana shoots her wife a reassuring smiles and gently rubs her back, hoping that things with Sugar can get back to normal, and soon.

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