Santana got back from her morning run and frowned at her empty bed. "Quinn!"
Quinn was in the kitchen making breakfast and hoping that would be enough to relax Santana. She picked up her phone and texted San. 'In the Kitchen'
Santana walked in waving her phone aggressively. "When I call for you, you answer verbally, not in text, am I understood?"
"Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't know if Britt and Rae were awake yet."
That seemed to relax Santana a little. "What are you doing?"
Quinn smiled, "making pancakes for our first day back from break."
"You're still sick Quinn. We talked about this last night, you need to go back to bed."
"No." Quinn said frowning, "If I miss school, I have to miss practice and I'm not doing that with a competition this Saturday."
Santana didn't miss Britt's look when she came in and heard Quinn telling her no. "Excuse me?" Santana asked, "Did you just tell me no?"
"Yes, you're being crazy!" Quinn defended, turning her back to Santana and starting to flip pancakes. If Britt hadn't walked in, she wouldn't have dared to turn her back, but she felt safe with the other blonde in the room.
"I can finish breakfast…" Britt supplied. "Quinn, honey, you don't feel good. You need to go back to bed."
"It's a cold! I'm fine." Quinn said, still not turning around.
"When you are speaking to people, you look at them. Stop what you are doing and turn to have a conversation with us." Santana scolded.
"No, the pancakes will burn." Quinn said.
Rachel raised an eyebrow when she walked into the kitchen, "No?"
"That seems to be her favorite word this morning," Santana said. She walked over and took the spatula from Quinn and gave it to Brittany. "Go back to bed, Quinn."
Quinn crossed her arms but didn't move. "No. I want to go to school."
"I hear you, and I'm sorry that you are sick. You aren't going today, maybe your fever will break and you can go tomorrow." Santana tried.
"MAYBE?!" Quinn shouted. "You want me to miss two days this week?!"
"I want you to miss whatever you need to recover." She was trying hard to not overreact to Quinn's mood since she knew she was sick, but Quinn was quickly running out of points.
"I'm going to…"
"Bed." Santana finished firmly. "Now."
"No." Quinn said for what felt like the hundredth time to Santana that morning.
"I am not asking. I'm going to count to three and you are going to be covered in bed by the time I get to three or there will be consequences." Santana said levelly. "One…" Quinn's eyes locked with Santana's. "Two…" Still nothing. "Three…okay Quinn that's 15 minutes of wall-sits every night this week."
"Okay, now that you've asserted your dominance, can I get back to making breakfast?" She spun back around and took the spatula from a stunned Brittany.
"What's the end game here Quinn? You aren't going to school, so all you're doing is borrowing trouble, and my patience is about to run out."
"I'd like to see you stop me." Quinn said softly, knowing that she had officially entered into the danger zone.
Santana didn't respond verbally just walked over, turned her girl to the side and landed five hard swats, "What was that?"
"I'd like to see you try to keep me out of school!" Quinn snapped.
Britt reached behind the girls and turned the stove burner off. "Rach, are you ready? We can stop and get a coffee and donut before school."
"And leave this?" Rachel asked.
"Rae!" Britt scolded, "San, we will pick you up something."
"Me too!" Quinn whined.
Britt looked sympathetically at her friend, "I will see you after school, get better Quinn." She kissed her forehead and lead her girlfriend out the door.
Santana smirked at her paling girlfriend, "Still feel so brave?"
"I'm going to school today." Quinn said defiantly.
"No, I'm sorry, you're not." Santana said her features stiffening. "But since you will miss school so much, I will throw you a bone, you can write 'I won't tell my girlfriend no' 500 times."
"That's not fair!" Quinn whined.
Santana had hit her limit, being cautious of the still hot stove, she turned her girlfriend and pinned her to the counter, reaching down into the drawer and pulling out the spoon. "I've had enough!" She started to swat Quinn with medium swats, unsure of how she would react. When she reacted as usual, Santana upped the ante. "Are you done?"
"No, I want to go to school!" Quinn cried.
"Quinn, no matter what you aren't going to school today. All you're doing is earning consequences." Santana said.
Quinn forced her body to go limp, as an idea hit her, "Okay, I will go back to bed."
Finally, Santana thought. She stopped spanking and threw the spoon back in the drawer. "I love you Quinn."
"I love you too Baby, I'm sorry. I just really don't want to miss practice." Quinn said softly.
"I know, and I'm sorry that you have to, but health isn't an option." Santana told her.
"Yes ma'am. I'll go lay down. Can I at least make dinner tonight?" Quinn asked.
"No, I think between the lines, the wall-sits when I get home, and that spanking that you've exerted yourself enough. Get me your phone, I'm taking it with me. No TV and no Computer, I don't want to see this attitude again, am I understood?" Santana asked firmly.
Quinn balked at the harshness of the sentence. She wanted her to stay home all day without anything to occupy her? That was crazy. Good thing she was planning on going to school anyway. "Yes ma'am."
Santana tucked Quinn in and left for school. Quinn waited through first period, the only class that her and Santana had together that day and then got up and drove to school. She wasn't sure what she was going to tell Santana when she walked into practice, but she was sure that she could avoid her and Britt until then.
Rachel paused when she walked into math and saw Quinn sitting in her usual desk, "I know you didn't win that fight this morning."
Quinn looked up and smiled nervously at her friend. "No, I waited until she left and then came."
"Quinn, you are going to be in so much trouble," Rachel whispered. "I'm going to be in so much trouble if I cover for you."
Quinn frowned, truth be told she didn't feel great, and Rachel's statements got on her nerves more than she thought they would. "I've covered for you a ton of times."
Rachel bit her lip, "I'm not saying I won't cover, but you know that Brittany is trying to crack down, you're making things hard for me."
"I had to go to practice…" Quinn said softly.
"I can see how flushed you are, how are you going to practice? Hell, how are you going to get into practice?" Rachel asked.
"I'm the head cheerleader, she can't say anything once I'm there." Quinn said confidently.
"Until you get home tonight…" Rachel said, "and no matter what they know we have two classes together today. I just have to go down with the ship?"
"Rachel please," Quinn whined, her whole plan would be ruined if Santana spotted her before she got into the gym.
"Fine," Rachel huffed.
Quinn stayed in a locked bathroom stall in between classes and started off to class only when the tardy bell rang, knowing that Santana and Brittany would be in their classes by then.
Rachel sat next to her friend, who was radiating heat, in their last class of the day, "You look like shit."
"Hmmm…" Quinn said. Truth was she felt like shit. "I'm going to take a nap during glee practice out in my car, then go into cheer."
"And you're totally sure this is worth the fiasco that's going down tonight?" Rachel asked.
"Yes," Quinn mumbled, trying to keep her heavy eyelids open.
"Okay…" Rachel sighed.
Quinn waited until the school had mostly cleared before she went to go rest in her car, she had made sure to park in the back lot, so that it couldn't be seen from where Britt and Santana would be.
"I'm gonna skip Glee and go check on Quinn," Santana told Rachel and Britt in the hall. "I don't like that I punished her and just left."
"I'm sure she's fine." Rachel cut in quickly. Cursing Quinn for making her lie.
Brittany raised an eyebrow, "Sure like somehow you know?"
"No, but Quinn bounces back quick." Rachel said.
"When someone is there, but she was alone all day…" Santana said, "I would call practice and just stay home, if I didn't think Quinn and Sue would have my head."
"Right, cuz Quinn would just want the day to go as normally as possible, so let's go to glee…" Rachel tried again.
Britt smirked at her girlfriend, "What do you know that we don't?"
"Nothing, but we're going to be late…" Rachel whined.
"Rachel, we've already talked about whining once today, do we need to do more than talk about it?" Britt asked, trying to be more consistent with the girl.
"No ma'am, I will fix it."
"Spill it Berry." Santana told her.
"There's nothing to spill!" Rachel said quickly, careful to keep the whine out of her tone.
"Then I'm going home." Santana said, turning slowly to see what the girl would do.
"NO!" Rachel shouted, she didn't know why Quinn thought she'd be any good at covering.
Brittany dragged Rachel into Quinn's nearby office in the cheerio's locker room. "Rachel Barbara Berry, start talking…"
"I really can't!" Rachel said, starting to cry.
"Why not?" Britt asked.
"Did you promise Quinn that you wouldn't?" Santana asked.
Rachel just cried. Britt sat down in Quinn's chair and pulled Rachel over her lap. She started spanking in firm swats that would hopefully give the girl an incentive to talk. "OW! Britt! NOT WITH SANTANA HERE!"
"It's her girlfriend that you are keeping secrets about and lying for…" Britt said, keeping up the spanking.
"She came to school today!" Rachel cried, hoping the spanking would stop.
It didn't though, if anything Britt increased the speed and strength. "You knew and didn't tell us that she was here?"
"I'm sorry, she made me promise not to. She said if she made it into cheerio's practice, then Santana couldn't do anything about it." Rachel sobbed.
"Where is she now?" Santana asked.
"In her car sleeping!" Rachel cried harder.
"I'm gonna go…" Santana said.
Britt paused, "Do you want me to run practice?" She gently rubbed Rachel's back during the pause, knowing that she was going to go right back into the spanking in a moment.
"No, I'm going to glee. She needs her sleep. She's also developed this idea that she is in control if others are around, she tried to pull that crap in the kitchen this morning too, she wants a public show down, then I'll give her one." Santana said walking out.
Britt started spanking Rachel again, "You know that you should have told me or Santana what was going on, why didn't you?"
"I knew that you'd find out and deal with it then, why not let her feel victory for a moment?"
"Because she is sick, Rach, she needs sleep." Britt said spanking harder.
"I know I'm sorry!" Rachel sobbed. "I will do better, I've been trying!"
Brittany stopped at that, it had only been two days since they had talked but she knew Rachel was trying. She lifted her girl up in her arms and kissed her gently, "I know, you've done good baby. I'm proud."
"It hasn't even been two days!" Rae cried.
"shh…it's okay…" Britt said softly. She rocked her girl and reassured her.
Quinn woke up from her nap, happy that her internal clock only let her nap for half an hour. She snuck back into the bathroom and changed her clothes. She pep talked herself as she walked into the gym hoping to get there first to set up. She was there first and laid the mats out and started some music to stretch to.
She looked up when she saw the first group of girls come into the gym. Brittany and Santana headed the group, laughing and talking about things that Quinn couldn't hear. She was surprised when Santana's face didn't darken. But Quinn could see under the mask. She stood, "Alright, are we ready to start?"
"No," Santana said, she leaned against the table with the CD player and smiled.
Quinn frowned, "Okay, what's the issue?"
"You should be in bed," Santana said.
Quinn blushed, "I think I know my limits. I will be fine."
"I'm co-captain, right?" Santana asked. All the girls were starting to gather around to see what was going down.
"What are you getting at Lopez?" Quinn asked frustrated that everyone was watching.
"Right?" Santana said fiercely, she let some of her dominance come into her voice.
Quinn had to fight hard against her natural impulse to instantly obey that tone. "Yes, Santana, you are my co-captain." She worded carefully.
Santana looked past the slight, "then I'm sure that we can all agree that I will take over and you will go home and go to bed."
Quinn smirked, "nah, I'm good. If you want me to go home, then you can make me."
Santana didn't let her smile fall, "There is an office next door that we can take this to, Q."
Quinn blushed again, but she was fairly sure that Santana wouldn't do anything. "Okay, this was fun, we can start with…"
Santana pushed off of the table and walked over to Quinn, she saw the girls body tense. "Okay, we can talk here." Quinn bit her lip and waited to see when Santana would stop her approach.
When Santana's hand was on her arm, "Okay, maybe youre right…"
"Nope," Santana said smoothly, "You wanted a public show down, you have one."
Quinn was afraid that Auntie Snyxx was back, but there was still a level of control in Santana's eyes. "Okay, then lets go talk in the office."
"Where's the fun in that Q?" Santana asked, her hand never leaving Quinn's arm.
"I'm sorry," Quinn said softly to the floor.
"Too little, too late." Santana growled.
Quinn looked up with pure defiance, "Then what the hell would you have me do?"
Santana shook Quinn, "Dropping the attitude would be a great start."
Quinn took a deep breath and pushed down her anger, "I don't feel good San. I think you were right, that I'm too tired to be here."
Santana looked around at the other cheerleaders, "I think we may all be, let's try again for tomorrow morning."
"S…" Quinn started.
"No, you have no say here. Everyone is going home." Santana said. "We will leave your car, grab your stuff."
As the girls filed out, disappointed that the fight was bigger, Britt turned to the two still angry girls, "Rae and I will grab dinner."
"Thanks Britt."
"So, are we going home?" Quinn asked softly.
"Yes." Santana said. She pulled her in close with the hand still gripped around Quinn's arm and kissed the side of her head. "you still have a fever."
"Am I getting spanked when we get home?" Quinn asked.
"No. You do have lines that I want you to start on while we wait for dinner and wall sits before bed." Santana said, "I'm willing to chalk this one up to fever insanity. Plus, I know your pride took a big hit here today."
"Would you have spanked me in front of the team?" Quinn asked as they walked, Santana stopping to pick up both of their cheer bags before pulling Quinn in close again.
"No, but I would in that office, and I most certainly will around Rachel and Britt, so you'd better tone it down."
"Yes ma'am." Quinn said into Santana's neck. Santana knew that she would let Quinn put off her lines so that she could hold her before the food got there. "San?"
Santana knew by the tone that she wasn't going to like what her girl had to say. "Yes?"
"I'm not hungry." Santana opened her passenger door and helped Quinn in before throwing their bags in the back.
"Have you eaten today?" Santana asked.
Quinn burst into tears, "I don't feel good."
"Honey, please stop. Wait until we get home and I can hold you." Santana tried to soothe. It wasn't like Quinn to be so emotional. "Quinn, love of my life, breathe!"
Quinn just sobbed. Santana raced home and pulled her girl to the living room couch. "I think we need to go to the doctor tomorrow. Something is up, Quinn, this isn't you. Maybe you have the flu."
"I hate the doctor!" Quinn wailed.
Yup this wasn't her girl at all. "Shhh….Quinn, I will be with you every step of the way. Its going to be okay."
Rachel and Britt walked in twenty minutes later to a still hysterical Quinn. Britt gave her a disapproving look, "how hard were you?"
"I didn't even spank her!" Santana grouched.
"So?" Britt asked.
Santana shrugged.
Rachel sighed, "Sometimes you guys are dumb." She pulled Quinn up and dragged her back to her bed.
When Santana went in to check on them ten minutes later both girls were asleep. She turned to Britt, "What the hell?"
"I don't know, call the doctor and I'll get us food."