A few warnings: this story deals with alcohol, drugs, cutting, promiscuity, and spanking of a minor.
In answer to a question I got: Jennifer Fabray is 17 years old, and Jessica Fabray is 15 years old.
Quinn/Rachel/Shelby/Beth & Glee are not mine, but Jennifer and Jessica are.

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I want to thank all you girls and guys who reviewed the last chapter! I was totally blown away by the supportive comments and alerts. I wanted to take a sec to answer some of the anon / guest comments. If this bores you skip on ahead to Chapter 11. I won't mind, I promise.

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Max: Thanx for the review and I am so happy you enjoyed it. Yeah don't piss off Shelby! Jess has only herself and her big mouth to blame but I love her feistiness. Jen and Rachel are both going to have their own story arcs coming up soon. Hope you like it.

Guest: I don't think Quinn, Rachel, Jen or Beth will be surprised to find Jess already has a bright red bottom. Pretty sure they have come to expect it from her and her Fabray attitude and Berry lack of filter. Thanx for the review.

Guest: I am so happy that you think it was the best chapter yet. I didn't plan on Shelby delivering more than a few swats but I just couldn't see Jess not being a big pain in the ass while waiting for her parents. We all know Quinn gets snarky when she is upset or nervous. I could see her daughter being the exact same way. I love Shelby too! Would have loved to see more of her in the actual show. I already have Beth and Jen getting into some trouble together but I love your idea of Rachel and Quinn leaving the girls with Shelby and them all getting into trouble. I'll see if I can add that to the story. Thanx for the great idea.

Guest: Thanx for the great idea. Shelby is going to remain a big part of the story and I love love love the idea of her just getting frustrated and swatting Rachel. (We all know she can be such a brat sometimes.) I'll see how I can work in in.

OMG! Angie! I love Shelby too. She gives me the shivers when I think of her being all strict. She is going to be big part of the story. I have devious plans for her to be the moral compass of this family. Hope you like where I take the story.

Shayla: Thanx for the review, so glad you loved Shelby's chapter. I have plans for Mama and Nana Shelby coming up soon.

RiBear: Thanx for your comments, I am so glad you liked the Shelby chapter. Not sure about them moving to Lima but I have been thinking of moving the family back to NYC again.

Guest: I agree, Shelby is a natural disciplinarian. I'm not sure what you meant about Santana? You want her to discipline more or be disciplined? LOL both sound good to me. Oh, write me a story like that please?

FaberryGem: I loved all the reviews I got for this chapter, but may I say that yours made my day? There are some incredible Glee domestic discipline writers out there who write amazing stories. I am so stoked that you have included me in some amazing company. I like spanking stories but you have to have some plot or it just becomes repetitive. Your review has me grinning from ear to ear. I might have to go get into some trouble just to celebrate. ;-)

Guest: thanks for your review and the kind words.

I hope I didn't forget anyone; I tried to answer all the signed reviews personally. On to the next chapter, hope you like it.

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I'm not sure what happened to this chapter, I'm not usually so prolific, but this chapter did not want to end and I didn't want to break it into two chapters. I hope it being so long isn't a problem.

A great big thanks to btvscharmedgirl for her invaluable help with this chapter!

Chapter 11

Beth was sprawled out on the hood of her car, back against the windshield, long, boot-clad legs crossed at the ankle, smoking a cigarette and talking on her cell phone. She was talking to her "boyfriend" of the week, and he had been irritating her for the last fifteen minutes, "Jackson would just shut up for thirty seconds and listen to me? It's not a family reunion, birthday, holiday or anything like that. It would not be proper for you to be here right now," she took a long pull of the cigarette and let the nicotine calm her dawn, "I am not excluding you from family gatherings," she hissed. He was whining about being ignored and it was pissing her off. It was cold in the garage, but she wanted to deal with her suddenly clingy boyfriend now so she could have Jessica's back later. She didn't want him to just show up as a surprise.

Jackson was another biology major, and it started out with them having all the same classes, it progressed to studying together, and if evolved into a few clumsy dates. She wasn't all that interested in getting serious with anyone right now, but he was intelligent, athletic, and good looking. It didn't hurt that he was kind, generous, and smitten with her. Beth was more interested in word getting around that Beth Corcoran was off the market, and she wouldn't have to deal with being groped at every party she went to. It was nice having someone to pal around with that had the same interests she did, but this neediness of his was getting on her last nerve. Beth sighed, it happened every single time she slept with a guy. 'Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around' she mused to herself? Wasn't getting clingy after sex the woman's job? Ever since their first night together, Jackson was pushing to take their relationship to another level, and Beth was just not interested enough to deal with all the baggage that came with serious commitments.

She finally hung up with Jackson and was enjoying the peace before going upstairs to her mother's. It was going to be anything but peaceful when Quinn, Rachel, and Jennifer got to New York. Just as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, someone grabbed her by the ear and dragged her off the hood of the car, "Jesus Fuck!" she screamed loudly, that shit hurt. She turned and faced her assailant, shocked to see it was her diminutive and extremely angry looking older sister, Rachel.

"I beg your pardon," Rachel hissed furiously.

"What the hell, Rachel? That hurt!" She rubbed her ear furiously. With a great deal of exasperation, she noticed her biological mother, Quinn leaning against their rental car with a smug smirk on her face, her sister Jen just looked embarrassed for Beth.

"What the hell indeed, Elizabeth Ann Corcoran? If I am not mistaken, you are a biology major who wants to become a doctor, and you are sitting out here smoking a cigarette? I know for a fact, Shelby would never allow you to smoke, and I also know that you are well aware of how dangerous smoking is for your health," Rachel was in a full-on rant.

"I'm quitting Rachel, I'm sorry, it's just something I do out of habit," the much taller woman tried to placate her brunette sister. It had to be Rachel's eerie resemblance to their mother that made her so nervous right now.

"Well, it's a filthy disgusting habit, and it causes a multitude of health issues and the evidence of the danger of second hand smoke has been very well documented. As is the evidence that women smokers suffer far more side effects than do men," the tiny diva went on to list side effects like she was the surgeon general, "So, all that being said, hand them over," Rachel held her gloved hand out, palm side up waiting expectantly for Beth to hand over her remaining pack.

"Rach, c'mon," Beth pleaded, "Quinn help me out here?"

Quinn snorted wryly, "Oh no, I agree with Rachel, smoking is bad for you. Besides Rachel is on the warpath at the moment, and I'm not brave enough to argue with her when she is all worked up like this."

Beth looked over at her seventeen year old sister who just shrugged, she agreed with her mothers'. She hated that Jessica smoked; she didn't want Beth to smoke either. Realizing she had lost this battle, Beth huffed loudly and slapped the pack into her sister's open and waiting palm, "Fine, I hope you're happy."

"Immensely!" Rachel finished smugly, "Now can we please go upstairs? I'm freezing, and I want to see my baby."

Jennifer and Rachel walked towards the elevator, as Quinn and Beth brought up the rear. Quinn hugged Beth quickly, and kissed her cold cheek, "It's good to see you, Bethie. You look really good. How's school going?"

"It's good to see you too, Quinn. You always look beautiful; I hope I get your genes and age as beautifully as you are. I'm doing really well, I have a lot to do before medical school," she reached over and unconsciously took Quinn's hand in her own. They had gotten much closer once Beth got over her teenage anger and resentments, she was grateful to Quinn for everything she had done for her in the past. She no longer harbored any anger towards her birth mother; instead she loved her dearly and felt blessed to have so many caring women in her life. It was comforting to hold her hand and feel the warmth it brought.

Quinn handed her oldest child a pack of mints, and winked at her, "Are you calling me old?" She pretended to be insulted.

"No, I believe I just called you beautiful," Beth popped a mint in her mouth, and smiled her thanks.

"Thank you for taking care of Jess, we were so scared when we didn't know where she was," Quinn stopped walking and held Beth's hand, "she really thinks Rachel, and I hate her?"

Beth nodded, "She has a lot to talk to you guys about, please let her talk. Deal with punishments and everything later, she is scared and hurt and feeling so guilty about a lot of stuff. Some of it is teenage angst, but some of it is real life stuff. I know you probably don't know whether to kiss her or spank her or both at the same time but give her a chance to open up to you. I think she's ready to talk."

"I just don't understand how she thinks we could ever hate her," Quinn said again deeply puzzled, "I love all my babies from the bottom of my heart. I'd die for them, and that includes you!"

"I know," Beth blushed, this open show of love from Quinn had slowly been building for the last ten years and the young girl was still getting used to it from her biological mother. Quinn Fabray had trouble showing emotion, as did her oldest daughter so it was slow going.

"So, why would she think we hate her?" Quinn pushed.

"You didn't punish her," Beth said simply.

"I was too angry, and I won't punish them when I'm angry," Quinn explained.

"I told her that, but in her mind she heard she wasn't worth punishing anymore. She took it to mean she was too much trouble, and you simply didn't love her or care enough about her to do it anymore," she shrugged as she watched Quinn take in her meaning.

"Shit," Quinn swore softly as the light came on in her head, "I should have explained it better, but I was just so angry and disappointed in her behavior. Damnit, I probably would have taken it the exact same way Jessie did."

"Yeah, which she took to mean that she was a disappointment. I guess Brittany was pretty upset with her as well. She's very upset about that too. She thinks Brittany is one of the rare people in the world impossible to make angry, and she loves the hell out of B. She thinks she has totally destroyed their relationship. All this guilt about destroying your family, and her relationship with Brittany is just tearing her up inside."

"I think she bonded with B when she was still in the womb. She should know that B would never stop loving her," Quinn stared into twin hazel eyes, and smiled softly, "When did you get so smart?"

Beth gave her first mother a Puckerman smirk, "I've always been this smart, it just took a long time for you guys to notice," she turned and jogged to the elevator, "Come on, old lady it's cold out here!"

Quinn's mouth dropped open, "I'll give you, old lady," she chased after Beth but the younger version of herself let the elevator doors shut just as Quinn got to them. She gritted her teeth as she heard Beth's mocking laughter floating down the elevator shaft, along with Rachel's admonishments, "Fucking Puckerman DNA!" Quinn said irritably as she sat down on her suitcase to wait for the lift to come back down. She knew Rachel would come back for her immediately.

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Beth and Jennifer went into the apartment as Rachel rode the elevator down to get Quinn. They were a little confused when they only saw Shelby standing there waiting for them.

"Where's Jessie?" Jennifer asked nervously, walking over to hug her Nana, "Hi Nana."

Shelby wrapped her oldest granddaughter and namesake into her loving arms, "She had a rough morning, so she's taking a nap," she rubbed her hand up and down Jen's back, running her fingers through her long blonde hair, "You are getting so big, and look how beautiful you are."

Beth looked at her Mama and saw the evil glint in her eye, and knew immediately just what kind of rough morning Jessica had dealt with, she cringed a little having lived through quite a few "rough mornings" with her Mama in her teenage years. They wore you out, no wonder Jess was sleeping at one in the afternoon. She walked over and kissed her mother on the cheek, "Morning, Mama."

"Good morning, darling," Shelby used her hand to brush the long hair off of Jennifer's shoulders, "Where is your Mama and Mom?"

Beth chuckled evilly as she walked into the kitchen, "Quinn missed the elevator," she pulled a mug out of the cupboard, "do you have that French vanilla creamer that I like?"

"In the fridge," Shelby rolled her eyes at her youngest, knowing that she had something to do with Quinn missing the elevator, those two loved to tease each other. The older brunette realized it was something that bonded Quinn and Beth, even if all the pranks and jokes were hard for Shelby to understand. Her relationship with Rachel was so much better now, and had gotten more relaxed and natural over the years, but it was still awkward at times. Shelby didn't really know how to joke with Rachel, but then she had always been a serious person. A sense of humor was something that didn't always come naturally to her, although raising Beth had helped with that. Beth had an inborn sense of fun, sarcasm, mischief, and wittiness. She had been a handful her entire life, but she had certainly taught Shelby to lighten up.

"Oh yeah I found it, thanks Mama," Beth called back to Shelby, "Jen want some coffee? This creamer is to die for!"

Shelby stood in the doorway watching her daughter and granddaughter talk and interact with each other; the resemblance between the two was striking. There was no doubt they were closely related, and that Quinn Fabray was their mother. She looked over her shoulder when she heard Quinn and Rachel enter the apartment, the older blonde was grumbling. It made Shelby smile, it would seem Beth had pulled one over on her birth mother. She walked over and pulled Rachel into a hug, "Hello, darling how was your trip?"

"It was abominable; the airport was a dirty, disgusting mess, the lines were too long, the plane was packed, we had so much turbulence had I had been prone to airsickness I would have spent the trip with my face in a bag, and I was worried sick about Jessica on top of all that. Do you have any aspirin? I would love a cup of hot tea?" Rachel looked around bewildered, "Oh dear, I didn't even ask about Jessie, I'm simply falling apart. I'm a terrible mother, where is my youngest daughter?"

Shelby patted her arm understandingly, "Sweetheart, you've had a stressful few days; no food, no sleep, constantly worried, and a horrible trip to the city, you are not falling apart, nor are you a terrible mother. Jess is lying down, resting."

Quinn came over and hugged Shelby in greeting, "What did she do now?" she asked suspiciously.

"You know, typical rebellious teenager; rude, disrespectful, talking back, swearing. I handled it, but I'm afraid she may still have a bit of a sore bottom later today, and she may not find food appealing as the taste of Ivory soap is hard to get rid of."

Rachel sighed as she hung up her coat and scarf in the closet, "I swear that child never learns."

"Yeah, we'll see about that," Quinn growled lowly before remembering her promise to Beth to hear Jessica's version of the story, "after we find out what's going on with her. I want answers, and I want them today."

Beth walked out into the living room and handed Quinn a cup of coffee, "Thought you could use this, your bones must ache at your age!" she said in her cockiest voice.

Quinn precariously raised her eyebrow so fast it disappeared into her hairline.

Beth turned to Rachel, "I put the kettle on for your tea, Rach. It will take a few minutes to boil. I think Jen and I are going to go wake up Sleeping Beauty," she turned toward the stairs.

"Oh Beth, sweetheart," Rachel's fake tone stopped her sister in her tracks, "I believe these are yours, you dropped them in the elevator," Beth spun around suspiciously and saw the half-full pack of cigarettes in her sister's hand. She froze in place and her mouth hung open in shock.

Rachel stood there with a look of sweet innocence on her face, 'damn her acting skills' Beth grumbled to herself. She quickly looked between Rachel, her mother, and Quinn and then back to the cigarettes. She was screwed.

"Those had better not be yours, Elizabeth Ann!" Shelby scowled at her youngest child. Beth looked as guilty as the day she had been caught in her first outright lie, and was flushed a deep purple color; a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

"Is there something you'd like to tell me? You told me you had quit smoking!" Shelby's voice increased an octave.

Beth just shook her head quickly trying to avoid a lecture but it was too late. She was going to kill Rachel later, she did that on purpose, "No, I said I was trying to quit."

Shelby grabbed Beth by the ear and pulled her into the living room, lecturing the entire time. As Beth passed by Rachel her sister winked sweetly at Beth.

Beth mumbled, "Thanks a lot, Rachel, that was mean."

"All's fair in love and war, cupcake," Rachel whispered back, "I guess I'll go wake up Jessie!" She laughed heartily when Beth scowled at her. If Beth thought Rachel was scared she had another thing coming. Rachel had spent years being scowled at by the original HBIC, Beth's glare was just a watered down copy next to Quinn's scowl.

Quinn watched the entire scene in amusement, "That was just plain evil, baby," she said to Rachel, "funny, but evil."

The diva shrugged, "That's what she gets for picking on my angel," she leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, "and you are far from old, my love."

"Let's go wake up our little runaway," Quinn linked arms with Rachel and walked up the stairs, "Jennifer, are you coming?" She looked over her shoulder.

Jen took that as a sign it was alright for her to go too, and followed quickly up the stairs. She was not anxious to be downstairs when Shelby got all over Beth for smoking.

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Quinn opened the bedroom door, and Rachel started crying softly. Jess was curled up in a little ball, clinging to her pillow, holding it against her chest. Her hair was all akimbo and she looked like she was five years old all over again. Her pale cheeks were streaked with dried tears, and she looked pathetically dejected. Quinn felt a lump grow in her own throat. Yes, Jessie had made her angry. Yes, she had terrified her by running away. Yes, she didn't understand the way her brain worked or why she was behaving the way she was, but hate her? Jessica was her baby, and she would love her more than her own life until the end of time. It grieved her that her baby had doubted their love for her. She deserved to be punished for sure, but Quinn would make sure her baby knew she was loved.

Jennifer stood back behind her parents, and felt the tears roll down her own cheeks. Since she learned about the cutting, she had started to understand how wounded Jessica was, and she had become even more protective of her younger sister. She wanted to kill her, but she wanted to hug her and tell her she loved her first.

Rachel sniffed softly, and made her way over to the side of the bed. She sat down carefully, and reached out a shaky hand. She brushed the wayward hair out of her little girl's face, and cooed softly to her, "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty; it's time to get up," she leaned over and placed a warm kiss on her forehead.

Jessie's eyes fluttered softly, she was groggy and didn't immediately remember where she was, "Mama?"

"Yes, baby, its mama. Mommy and Jen and here too! We were so worried about you sweetheart."

Quinn came over and sat next to Rachel, and Jen sat at the foot of the bed. Jess suddenly realized where she was, and how much trouble she was in. Despite her best efforts at being a badass, she started to cry; her heart ached and she felt the deep throb in her backside. The vague taste of soap lingered and her eyes felt gravelly, and her head pounded; she was just miserable and as juvenile as it was she wanted to be held by her mama.

She sat up quickly, hissing slightly at the burn in her butt, and threw herself into Rachel's arms, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry please forgive me, please don't hate me. I want to come home, I don't ever want to leave it again," she sobbed pitifully, "I love you all so much, I'm so sorry that I mess everything up. Please forgive me."

Rachel cradled her to her chest, and rocked her back and forth, murmuring words of love and comfort as Quinn scooted closer to engulf both Rachel and Jessica in her arms in a firm protective embrace. She left the words of comfort for the time being to Rachel, she let the strength of her hug convey her love. Jennifer knelt on the bed, and crawled toward her family, crying openly and joined the group hug. She laid her head between Jessica's shoulder blades and cried with her, as she curled her other arm over her Mommy's shoulder and held her tightly. It was a circle of love and forgiveness as only a genuine family could have.

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Two hours later the entire family were gathered in the living room and had listened as Jessica told her story of life in Lima, Ohio; everything that happened including the drinking, the drugs, Domenic, the sex, and the cutting. She had kept her head down, afraid to look in the eyes of her family and see rejection. Beth had sat down next to her, and held her hand tightly, she already knew it all anyway and her presence kept Jessie grounded to reality. Jennifer wasn't shocked, she had known all of it as well, the cutting was still new and as Jessie spoke she realized it wasn't the first time she had done it like she said, which didn't really surprise her, Jess had been keeping a lot of secrets from them all.

Quinn, Shelby, and Rachel were in different stages of shock. As a therapist, Quinn was more ashamed that she had missed so many signs that her own child was in trouble but Shelby and Rachel were blindsided by the depth of Jessica's pain, and the lengths she had gone employed to cover it up.

Jessica stopped talking for a minute, her head was down and she was watching tears drip off her chin and land on her jeans. The wet spot on her thigh was widening in a bigger circle, and she was weirdly fascinated by that as a way to disconnect from her story and the fear of her family's reaction. Quinn cleared her throat, but didn't speak when she met Beth's eye. She could see that Beth was indicating that the story wasn't over, so she held her tongue.

Beth leaned over and whispered in Jessica's ear, "You are doing so well, Jessie but you have to tell them about New York," she pulled a piece of hair away from her face, and tucked it behind her ear, "now is the time to clean the slate, cupcake, get it all out in the open. You will feel so much better, you will be forgiven, and you can start all over again. Trust me, Jessie, please just trust me," Beth kissed her meaningfully on her temple, hoping to channel all the love and pride she was feeling.

Quinn leaned forward, elbows on her thighs, "Jessie, do you need to take a break, honey? I know you have more to tell us, but I don't want you to make yourself sick," she studied her youngest child's face when she quickly shook her head no, "I won't be upset or disappointed if you need a break, none of will be?"

Jessie looked up and finally met her mother's glance. She was shocked to see only love and compassion on her face; there was no anger, disgust, or hate. It made her cry even harder, so great was her relief.

"I think we all need a moment to process," Rachel stood up, "I'm going to grab some water. Jessie would you like some water?"

"Yes please, mama."

"Jennifer, darling would you help me?" Rachel could see by the look on her daughter's face that she was feeling some very powerful emotions. She wanted to check in and make sure Jen was doing all right as well.

Jen looked confused but got up quickly to help her mother in the kitchen. As soon as they got there, Rachel pulled out a few bottles of cold water and set them on the table. She washed her hands, and then turned and looked at her confused daughter, "I can see that hearing all of this is very hard for you, what's going on in your head?"

"I don't want to talk about it, mama."

"I know, neither did Jessie and look where that got us," Rachel replied calmly, "My blondes, all my strong, tough blonde girls! You know if you just had a good old-fashioned diva storm out once in a while instead of keeping everything all bottled up inside," her laugh tinkled musically around the kitchen comforting her oldest daughter. She pulled Jen in for a hug, noting her daughter was taller than she was, of course as Santana said even Santa's elves were taller than Rachel.

"I'm not sure my butt wants to see the reaction to me having a diva storm out with mommy," she laughed along with her mother.

"Point taken," Rachel agreed, "talk to me, sweetheart, please."

"Don't be mad at me?"

"I promise I won't be mad at you," Rachel agreed.

"Well, I knew most of this, except I just recently found out about the cutting, and I've been so mad at her for so long. She was making mommy angry, and you sad, and I just felt like she was being a complete bitch, sorry for my language, but that's what I truly thought."

Rachel nodded encouragingly, "It's ok, sweetheart, please continue."

Jennifer nibbled on her bottom lip, a trait she inherited from her mom, "I didn't try to understand or find out what was wrong. I love her, but I just was so angry and resentful…I missed all these clues. She was so miserable and unhappy and I just hated…." she trailed off. She didn't want to really get into how angry she was about leaving New York and her friends.

"Well, I can understand why you might feel a bit disappointed in yourself; I know I feel disappointed in myself for not connecting the dots. The problem is Jen; she didn't really give us much to go on. She kept all her feeling hidden, and anytime we tried to talk to her she responded with anger. I know how close the two of you are, and I know you have always looked out for Jessie. From the minute she was born, you've been the best big sister, and I wish she had opened up sooner, but the point she hasn't until today," Rachel rubbed a gentle hand up and down her daughter's back, "so now we put the past aside, and we concentrate on helping Jessie. You may love someone more than your own life, but you can't help them if they won't let you. Does that make sense, sweetheart?"

Jennifer sighed, her mama was right; Jessie had kept so much hidden from all of them. It didn't make her feel less guilty though, "Yes mama, it makes sense, can we go back now?"

Rachel kissed her daughter's cheek, and led her back into the living room. They handed water out to everyone and sat back down on the couch. Quinn gave Rachel a meaningful glance, and the diva understood immediately that her wife was making sure Jennifer was alright, so she gave her a small smile and a quick nod.

"I'm sorry for forcing you to take a break, sweetheart, but I really wanted to give you a chance to calm down and regroup before you continued. Do you feel comfortable continuing now, or do you need more time," Rachel asked softly.

Jessie took a few sips of the cold water, it felt good. She couldn't believe after today she had any more tears to shed, but her eyes filled up again at the loving compassionate looks she was getting from her entire family. She felt Beth squeeze her hand and it comforted her so she nodded she was ready to continue.

"I don't really want to tell you this part; actually I'm really afraid to tell you guys this part. I don't want you all to hate me. I know you all are going to say that you could never hate me, but I hate myself for what I've done. I can't believe that you could still love me once you know the truth about what kind of person I am," Jessie was afraid to look up, but if she had she would have seen fear, anxiety, and disbelief on the faces of her family members.

Shelby thought she was overreacting and being overly dramatic, Quinn wondered what on Earth a fifteen year old could do that would be so awful and her mind immediately went to teenage pregnancy and abortion, Rachel was confused and hurt how any child of hers could believe her parents could hate her, Jennifer was afraid of what she was about to hear, and Beth tried to keep her face neutral and supportive since she already knew the story of the homeless man.

As soon as she was finished with her story, Jessica put her head down on her lap and sobbed. She was waiting for the words of anger, recrimination, and disappointment. She was expecting to be disowned and cast out of the family. It was everything she had feared since the night it happened.

Everyone was in shock, and Rachel reacted first. She slowly stood up and made her way over to her youngest daughter. She knelt down in front of her, and put her hands on Jessica's thighs, her head close to her daughter's choppy blonde hair, her lips close to her ear, "I love you, baby girl. Nothing could ever make me stop loving you."

Quinn stood up and knelt next to Rachel, she gathered her daughter in her arms, "I am sorry that happened to you, baby. I'll do everything I can to find out what happened to that man. You have to believe me that it was not your fault and there was nothing you could have done to stop them from hurting him."

"But I lied to you and snuck out. It was my fault it happened. It never would have happened if I had only listened to you and mama," she sobbed uncontrollably. Jessie still didn't feel like she could be forgiven.

Shelby stood up and motioned for Beth to follow her, and they walked into the kitchen, "Let's give them some time to talk."

Beth reluctantly left the rest of her family, and followed her mama into the kitchen.

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Beth sat at the table chopping vegetables for a stir fry, while her mother was cooking some chicken for the non-vegetarians in the family. Neither had said a word in quite some time. Beth kept looking at her mom but didn't know what to say. She knew her mother loved her granddaughters, but she also knew she was a very strict, no-nonsense woman and her reaction to all this was making Beth nervous. She knew Jessica couldn't bear it if her Nana turned away from her.

"Mama?"

Shelby turned at the tone in Beth's voice, "What is it, darling?"

"I'm sorry to ask this, and I think I know the answer but I want to be sure…" Shelby raised an eyebrow at Beth's rambling. She did not ramble nor did she talk in paragraphs, that was Rachel's department.

"It's alright Beth, you can ask me anything," Shelby said patiently.

"Do you still love Jessie? She's so worried that we are going to turn away from her," Beth blurted out suddenly.

A look of anger flashed across Shelby's face, but she quickly schooled her features, and turned down the heat from under the chicken. She walked over and sat down next to her daughter. Shelby stayed silent for a moment as she thought of what she wanted to say, "Beth, are you asking me this because of the fact I walked away from Rachel in the past?"

Beth knew that the situation with Rachel in high school was a very sensitive topic for both her mother and her sister, but she wanted to be honest, "I'm sorry, but yes," she looked down afraid of seeing hurt on her mother's face.

Shelby had a surge of emotion, but she knew that she had made her own bed by walking away from Rachel all those years ago, "Beth, I need you to look at me," she said softly.

Beth slowly looked into the green eyes of her mother, "I was young and afraid when I walked away from Rachel. I made a lot of mistakes that I paid dearly for, but I never stopped loving her. I loved Rachel from the first moment I saw her, just as I've loved you from the first moment I saw you. I admit that I did turn my back on her, and I'll regret that until the day I die, but I was so afraid and I really believed she would be better off without me. I didn't adopt you to replace her, or anything like that," she said painfully and sincerely, "having you as my daughter, getting Rachel back, and being Nana to two incredible girls has made my life complete. I will never walk away from any of you ever again. I agree with what Rachel said before, there is nothing that any of you could do that would ever make me walk away and stop loving any of you. I swear on all that I hold holy," Shelby finished emotionally, "and I would die before I left you or your sister ever again. I pray to God you never doubt that, Beth. I love you more than my own life."

Beth swallowed reflexively, "I know you love me, mama, and I've never doubted that. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, I was just being stupid."

Shelby reached over and took her daughter's hand in her own, "You weren't being stupid, honey you were being protective of your little sister," she smiled at the look of surprise on Beth's face, "I heard Jessie refer to you as her big sister. I figured it was something the two of you had discussed."

Beth smiled widely and shrugged, her face a little flushed. It felt good being called a protective big sister.

"Well, I think you are a wonderful big sister," Shelby smiled, "and I promise you, I don't hate Jessie and I won't turn my back on her no matter what."

Beth leaned over and hugged her mama tightly, "I love you, mama."

"I love you too, baby."

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Dinner was a quiet affair; everyone was stuck inside their own heads thinking. Rachel hovered around Jessica making sure she ate, and quietly reaching over and touching her as if to reassure her she was not alone. Quinn had trouble swallowing food because of the big lump in her throat. She was so happy to have her family all back together again, but she felt all the pain Jessica was feeling ten times over. As a therapist, she blamed herself for not knowing how deep Jessica's problems were, and for not doing enough to fix things. Jennifer, even more so than Quinn was beating herself up for knowing something was very wrong with her sister, and she couldn't forgive herself. Shelby resolved herself to talking about what Beth had asked her with Rachel, and Beth was happy things were working out for Jessie but she was trying to think of ways to painlessly dump Jackson. Jessie was emotionally worn out, her butt hurt, and her food tasted soapy. Everyone was pretty much in their own little worlds.

Jen kept remembering how angry she was when her Aunts had brought Jessica home from that party, and she remembered yelling at her that morning in the bathroom. She remembered how scared she was when she found the razor Jessie was hiding. If only she had tried talking to Jessie instead of being angry with her, Jessie might not have run away from home. The guilt was eating her up inside, and the only person she could think to blame beside herself was that bastard, Cameron. It was his bullying of that poor homeless guy that was the catalyst for all the bad things that happened to Jessie. It was also the reason they had to move to stupid Ohio, why her mama gave up Broadway and why she had to leave her school and all her friends. For the first time in her life; Jennifer Shelby Fabray felt herself burning with rage. She had always been the good girl, the rule follower, the goody two shoes, the well behaved child; now all she wanted to do was punch Cameron in the face with a single-mindedness that would have made her Aunt Snix proud.

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Shelby had excused herself and gone out with some friends, mostly she wanted to give Quinn, Rachel, and Jessie some privacy. Beth had decided to go back to her dorm room, and Jennifer talked her older sister into taking her along. Quinn and Rachel had been reluctant but they eventually gave in when Beth promised to bring her back in time for lunch the next day.

Jessie and her mothers' sat down after everyone left.

"I'm in a lot of trouble, aren't I?" Jessie asked softly.

"I'm afraid so, darling. Running away from home, getting on a bus all alone and going all the way to New York alone? Your mother and I were terrified," Rachel answered sternly.

"I know I was wrong to have run away. When mom didn't punish me or even talk to me I got scared and thought you guys wouldn't love me anymore. Instead of talking about it, I just ran. I didn't really even know what I would do when I got to New York. It just felt like the only other home I ever knew, so I ran back here. I'm so sorry I scared all of you."

Quinn looked at her, "You understand now how much we all love you, right?"

"Yes, ma'am I do," Jessie looked down at her hands playing with her shirt nervously.

Rachel spoke up, "Your Nana told us that she had to punish you this morning as well. I'm very disappointed in you for cursing and being so disrespectful and rude to your grandmother."

"Are you going to spank me?" She asked softly.

"Your mom and I talked about it earlier, and we both agreed that a spanking would be your punishment for running away from home," Rachel said sadly.

"We are NOT going to punish you for cutting yourself, but there are going to be new rules in place to prevent it from happening again; you are going to talk to someone about all the guilt and bad feelings that led to you cutting in the first place," Quinn ticked off one on her fingers, "secondly, every night either your mother or myself will help you get changed into your pajamas and we will be checking to make sure there are no new cuts."

"What? NO, you can't do that!" Jessica said loudly.

"I'm sorry, Jessica but your life is at stake and until you earn back our trust that is what is going to happen!" Rachel looked regretful but adamant. She was not willing to put her youngest child's life in danger.

"You are also grounded until further notice," Quinn added, "This spanking is also for sneaking off to that party with Domenic, underage drinking, smoking pot, and lying to your Aunt's. I would recommend getting comfortable with your room; you are going to be seeing quite a bit of it for the unforeseen future."

Jessica sighed and hung her head; she knew she deserved being grounded as well.

Rachel moved over and sat next to her daughter, "I know it's a lot but we love you so much," she put her arm around Jessie and the blonde laid her head on her mama's shoulder, "I know, mama. I love you guys too."

Quinn spoke softly, "Jessie, I want you to be honest with us; do you have a problem with drinking or drugs? Do you need to be in rehab? We will do whatever you need, baby girl. We just need you to tell us the truth."

Jessica shook her head, "No, I'm not addicted to anything. I just used it to forget and feel happy, but I don't need it or anything."

Rachel felt herself breathe and hadn't realized she was holding her breath. She knew Quinn's parents were both alcoholics, and it had always terrified her especially when they had caught Jessie smoking pot in New York and when Santana told Quinn that Jessie was drunk that night at the party, "Are you sure, sweetheart because it's nothing to be ashamed of if you need help. The shame would be in not asking for help when you need it."

"I'm sure about the drinking and stuff, but I might need help with the cutting," the teen hung her head in shame, "I don't want to do it anymore, but sometimes when I feel really bad about myself it's all I think about. I'm not trying to kill myself or anything, I swear," she said quickly seeing the stricken look on her mothers' faces.

"It helps you feel, and it makes you feel less guilty?" Quinn finished for her.

Jessica's big brown eyes looked at her mother with new understanding. She had always hated having a shrink for a mother, but it meant a lot to her that Quinn understood why she cut even though she didn't want to and was ashamed of it.

"Yes it does, but it makes me feel dirty and ashamed of myself when I do it."

Rachel held Jessie tighter, "Thank you so much for sharing that with us, and being so honest about it. We will get you all the help you need for that and anything else. I give you my word on that. Please promise us that you will try to share with us when you start feeling overwhelmed."

"I promise that I will do my best to tell you. Is that ok?"

Quinn smiled lovingly, "Jessie all we can ask is that you do your best," she stood up, "come on sweetheart, you should try to get some sleep now."

"What about the spanking?"

"You've been through a lot today, sweetheart, your mom and I think that can wait until we get back home."

"No, please," Jessie pleaded almost panic-stricken, "I can't wait two or three days to be punished. It's all I'll think about. Please can't we just get it over with so I can be forgiven? I just want all this over with," she started to cry, "everyone is out of the house, and I feel so guilty about everything. I just want my past bad deeds to be over and done with and I want to start over fresh, please? Like you always say, mom, I'll have a clean slate."

Rachel and Quinn exchanged glances and seemed to come to a mutual decision without speaking. Rachel took Jessie's hand, "You understand that this is a punishment for underage drinking, sneaking out, lying to your Aunts, and running away from home? It's not for what happened in New York last year, or for the homeless man, or cutting or anything else, right?"

"I know that," Jessica assured her mothers.

Quinn sighed, "All right then, go on upstairs and get in your pajamas. I want you to stand in the corner and wait for me. Do you understand me, young lady?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Rachel stood up, "Tomorrow you are going to write an apology letter to both of your Aunts' for lying to them and for sneaking out of their house and scaring the wits out of them. I understand that your Aunt Santana punished you, but you are going to specifically ask your Aunt Brittany what you can do to fix this. You will hand deliver the letter to both of them when we get back to Ohio. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Alright, go on upstairs and you had better be waiting with your nose in that corner."

Jessica ran upstairs as fast as she could. She hated being spanked, and her bottom was still sore from her Nana's hard hand earlier this morning, but she longed for the feeling of love and forgiveness that she had only found after a trip over her mother's knee. Well, she had felt that same feeling of love and forgiveness after her Aunt Santana had paddled her, and she longed to have a clean slate in the eyes of her family once again. This entire running away to New York had been the dumbest decision she had ever made, and she regretted everything about it. She also wanted to receive forgiveness from her Aunt Brittany as well. She knew Aunt Santana forgave her, she had said as much, but Aunt B had been so cold and distant towards her and she longed to fix that. Still she couldn't believe she had practically begged her mom to spank her, she really was an idiot.

Jess was standing with her nose in the corner. She had put the heaviest pair of sweatpants on that she could find, and a pair of underwear hoping to blunt the pain but she knew that was probably not going to work. Her mother always spanked on the bare, just like her Nana had earlier. She was doomed. Her heart beat hard in her chest, and her stomach was dancing with butterflies and nervous knots. Jessie was having trouble swallowing from the anxiety that was rising in her throat. She felt like she had been standing there forever, and she jumped when she heard the door open.

"It's only me, sweetheart, I wanted to tell you that I love you, and I'm proud of you for taking your punishment like a big girl," Rachel said softly, standing directly behind Jessica who didn't dare turn around, "I want you to listen to your mother, and do everything she tells you to do. I'll be back in to tuck you in, and hold you if you want me to. I love you, baby."

"I love you too, mama and I really am sorry."

"I know you are. I've already forgiven you. We are going to start all over again, and I'm sorry for all the mistakes I've made as well. Being fifteen is hard, baby, I know that and I really hated being fifteen. You are so loved, I wish you believed that, but we are going to love you and keep telling you until you believe us and love yourself. You are so special to us. Please believe me," Rachel's voice caught in her throat and she saw her youngest flinch when she realized her mama was crying.

"I'm sorry mama; I was so horrible to you since we moved to Ohio. Please forgive me, I didn't mean to hurt you and make you cry," she shuddered as she sobbed, "I love you so much."

"I know you do, Jessie. We are all going to be fine, I promise. I'll be back in a little bit, baby," she leaned forward and kissed her baby on her temple and rushed from the room. She could not be in the room when Jessica was being punished. It was not something she could do without breaking down. She had been over Quinn's lap enough times since high school to know it was a painful and humbling experience and she wouldn't want anyone to witness her ass being tanned. She didn't understand how Quinn had the strength to be the disciplinarian but she was grateful for the lessons learned and was glad her wife was willing to fill that role for her and their children. She was happy to provide emotional support for Quinn and comfort afterward for her daughters. So far, Jennifer had only ever received a few swats in her entire lifetime and Rachel was glad for that.

Quinn was standing in the hallway when she came out of Jessica's room, "Hey, don't worry alright, she is going to be fine, and you and I both know she has this one coming to her."

Rachel smiled shakily, unshed tears clinging to her long eyelashes, "I know, angel," she leaned over and kissed Quinn's full lips, "I'm right here if you need me."

The tall blonde smiled adoringly, she knew that Rachel would be standing in the hallway crying the entire time her daughter was being spanked, "I know, baby, just be ready to do the cuddling and comforting. She's going to need her sweet, loving mama to hold her when it's all over."

Rachel held Quinn's hand for a minute and reluctantly let go as Quinn walked into the bedroom. She glanced at her daughter, and without saying a word; she slowly took her leather belt off sliding it from the loops in her jeans. She wanted this spanking to make an impression. Quinn didn't ever want to have to do this again, especially not for underage drinking, lying, sneaking out without permission, or running away from home. Those were absolutely the biggest rule breaks in her book.

Quinn folded up the belt and set it at the foot of the bed. She sat on the bed and scooted up against the headboard with her legs straight out in front of her, "Jessica, come over here please."

Jessica turned from the corner and noticed the belt at the foot of the bed, and blanched. It was scary looking, and she kicked herself for being so willing to get this spanking over with. Her mother beckoned for her to come over her lap, and she crawled on the bed awkwardly. Her heart was pounding and she felt really embarrassed to be fifteen years old, and over her mother's lap again.

Quinn noticed the heavy sweatpants and nearly laughed out loud. It was evidently a trick every generation tried to pull, but it was never going to work. She steeled her resolve, "Do you understand why you are being punished, Jessica?"

Jessica had her arms crossed in front of her, and her head lying on her arms. Her voice came out a bit muffled, "I lied to Aunt B, I snuck out of the house, I went to a party without permission, and I was drinking alcohol. Then when I get home, I ran away to New York without permission."

"That's right, Jessica and that is why you will be getting spanked this evening," Quinn's hand crashed down unexpectedly causing Jessica to gasp at the sting on her already still sore bottom, "What else did you do today?"

Jessie was confused, and then the light went off, "Oh, and I was rude to Nana and made her punish me as well."

"You know the rules young lady, you get punished outside of the house, and you get in trouble when you get home. You got in trouble with your Aunts, and your grandmother," Quinn said stiffly, "Now, while you are being spanked don't get up, and keep your hands in front of you. Do you understand me, Jessie?"

"Yes, ma'am, I understand."

Quinn brought her right hand up over her shoulder, and brought it down quickly. She hated doing this on her daughter's already sore bottom but she knew that the forgiveness Jessie longed for would not come without the punishment she deserved. Quinn brought her hand down all over her daughter's backside, warming her up for the real spanking to begin. She spent a good two minutes on her sweat clad backside. Jessie was squirming slightly from the sting, but she was able to control herself. She closed her eyes and tried to ride out the sharp stinging sensation blossoming on her backside.

She felt her mother hook her fingers in her sweats, and she clenched the muscles in her bottom knowing the worst was yet to come.

Quinn put her hand on Jessica's bare bottom, and could see it was cherry red, and warm to the touch. She rubbed it gently, trying to take some of the sting out before continuing, "You need to relax sweetheart, or it will just hurt worse," Quinn said sternly but not unkindly."

"I know this hurts on top of the spanking you received earlier today, but it will be over soon, and you are completely forgiven. I'm proud of you for taking responsibility for your actions, more proud than I have ever been of you. Are you ready?"

Jessica felt her heart swell from the words of praise, only to sink at the knowledge the real spanking was about to begin, "I'm ready, mommy," she sniffled trying to act brave.

Quinn had decided on fast and hard for this part of the spanking. She felt badly because she was doing this so she could get it over with quickly. She didn't feel she would be able to persevere once Jessica started crying and begging, and that wouldn't take long with how red and sore looking her bottom was already. Her intuition was right, because as soon as her hand descended Jessie cried out loudly and tried to wiggle off her mom's lap. She bucked, kicked, cried and begged but Quinn kept up a steady rhythm holding her daughter firmly around the waist.

"Mommy, please I'm really sorry….." she whined and cried, "It hurts and I'm really, really sorry," another crack of Quinn's hand, and Jessica bucked her hips up and tried to roll over, "I'll be good, mommy I swear I will," she sobbed.

Quinn bit her bottom lip and kept up a hard and fast pace. Jessie's nose was running as were her eyes, and she could no longer make intelligible sounds, she just cried and whined, still her mother continues. Her mother slapped the underside of her bottom hard twice on both sides, and Jessie flung her hand back crying for the punishment to stop, "No more, mommy please….I promise I'll be a good girl….."

Her mother just grabbed her hand and held it against her back tightly as she continued to punish her sit spots until Jessie gave up and hung limply over her mother's lap. Quinn rubbed her back as her daughter sobbed and hiccupped like a small child, "We are almost finished sweetie, but what you did was very serious. It was very dangerous and I do not EVER want to have to punish you for anything like this again; lying, drinking, sneaking out, and running away. Those rules are in place for very good reasons, and you willing broke those rules knowing how your mother and I feel about all those things. We love you too much to let you get away with behaving the way you have been. I am going to give you four stripes of the belt; one each for lying, underage drinking, sneaking out of your Aunts house, and running away from home. You are never to do anything like that again, or I will double your punishment next time," the blonde mom said firmly and sternly.

Jessie cried heartbrokenly, "No mommy, please not the belt, please. You don't have to, I'll never do any of those things again, I give you my word," she begged and cried but Quinn had made up her mind.

"I need you to get up. I'm going to have you lie over the pillows at the foot of bed for this part of the spanking," she said in her no-nonsense tone. She wasn't really shocked when Jessie didn't move, but she knew she couldn't let it slip, "Now, Jessica!" she brought her hand down sharply.

Jessie jumped, "I'm moving, I'm moving," she cried out in pain.

Quinn watched as her daughter stood up by the side of the bed, shifting from foot to foot and trying not to rub her backside. She grabbed all the pillows on the bed, and made a big pile, "I want you to lie over the pillows now, Jessica. Don't drag this out, we are almost finished."

Jessie whimpered as she obeyed her mother and shuffled with her panties and sweats around her ankles feeling young and foolish. She kicked off her clothing as it was just getting in the way, and climbed up on the bed, and lay over the pillows. Her head and upper torso were on the mattress and she felt ridiculous and vulnerable with her ass hanging up in the air, a clear target. Just the mental image of herself in this position made her sob openly. She was never going to mess up like this again. This was the worst spanking she ever had and she never wanted this way again.

Her mom walked up behind her, and put her hands on her bare hips adjusting her slightly. She felt Jessie shiver with emotions, and patted her softly, "It's alright, baby girl, we are almost finished here. I'm very proud of you, and I know your mama is as well," Quinn walked around behind her daughter and reached over and picked up the belt. She cringed and took a deep calming breath, she didn't want to do this but she felt she had to. She placed her hand on the small of Jessie's back, "You are getting four and I want you to count them and tell me what you did and that you won't do it again. Is that clear, do you understand what I mean?"

Jessie sniffed, and prayed this would be over with quickly, "Yes, ma'am."

Quinn pulled her arm back, and the belt cracked loudly over her bare skin. Jessie cried out and her mom prompted her, "Jess? Do we need to start over?"

"No, I'm sorry please don't start again," she cried loudly, "Uhm one and I'm sorry I lied and I won't lie anymore."

Almost before she was finished speaking, another loud crack of the belt echoed around the room, "Ow, ow, mommy, ow, two I'm sorry I was drinking and I won't do it again," she sobbed trying to stay in position. The belt was the worst pain she had ever felt in her life.

Quinn was silently crying. She hated this, and she really hated making her baby cry, but she truly felt Jessica needed not only the punishment but the purging and the restoration that came with it. She pulled back and let go with another swing of the belt, and Jessica sobbed loudly and reached back with both hands, "I'm sooooo sorry, mommy no more please no more," Quinn could see she was nearly at her limit.

"One more Jessica, but I need you to count," her mom said solemnly.

"Three and I snuck out when Aunt B and Auntie San were watching me. I should have never done that, and I really am so sorry. I'll never do it again, mommy I swear I'm going to be so good."

Quinn smiled knowing her daughter meant well, but was never going to keep all the promises she had made tonight, "I know you are sorry, baby. We only have one more, sweetheart and then it is all over and forgiven. One more baby," she was going to make this the hardest swat of the night, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She didn't want to push Jessica over her limit. She knew she was sorry, and this was punishment not abuse.

Jessica's ass was on fire and she was sobbing so hard she could hardly breathe. She was wiggling her hips, and trying to avoid the fire the belt was delivering. Even through the haze of pain, she realized her mom had barely hit her with the final swat and she was so grateful, "Four! I am so sorry I worried you and mama and ran away. I'll never do it again, ever again. I'm sorry, mommy please forgive me."

Quinn dropped the belt on the floor, and helped Jessie up off the pillows. She sat down on the edge of the bed, and cradled her sobbing child in her arms. Rocking her back and forth, being careful to keep her bottom off her thigh she murmured words of love and forgiveness.

Rachel was sitting in the hallway, right outside the bedroom door. She was hunched over as if in physical pain, her head on her knees and her arms wrapped tightly around her legs. She fully supported Quinn but this spanking was painful to listen to. She waited a few minutes after it was finished before standing up and going into the bedroom. It was time to comfort and nurture her wife and child.

Quinn smiled a watery smile when Rachel walked into the bedroom. She helped Jessie stand up so she could help her lie face down on the bed. They could see their daughter was exhausted; emotionally, mentally, and physically. Rachel curled up in front of Jessie and her daughter instinctively curled into her, her head on her mama's chest, her hand curled in her shirt front. Quinn snuggled on the other side of her daughter and held her from behind. She reached her hand over her youngest child and her wife took her hand and held it lovingly. It was only a few minutes before all of them had fallen asleep curled up together.

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Rachel was dreaming that her cell phone was ringing and wouldn't stop. It took a few moments before she was awake enough to realize her phone really was ringing. She grabbed the phone quickly before it could wake up Jessie or Quinn.

"Hello," she answered groggily, "Yes this is she," she opened her eyes quickly and sat up quickly, "I'm sorry could you repeat that please?"

She listened, getting more awake and angrier by the moment, "Yes, I understand and you're sure you have the right two girls?" she sighed when she listened, "that's them alright. They are safe and unhurt?" she rolled her eyes, "of course they asked for me. I'll be right there."

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"Jen, please sit down and quit pacing! We are screwed no matter who shows up," Beth said fighting a blinding headache, and wondering how she had ever let herself get talked into this insanity.

"Oh, you are both most certainly screwed," came the stern rigid voice of Quinn Fabray, "although it was a nice try calling Rachel," she said scornfully. She was furious, and made no attempt to hide it. She had just tanned her youngest daughter's ass, and now at 2am she was standing outside a jail cell looking in at her two oldest daughters.

Beth was unable to her meet her birth mother's glance. She knew Quinn had trusted her with Jessica's well-being, and she had failed epically, "Mama?"

"She is outside posting bail," Quinn hissed, "and the two of you had better have a fucking good reason for getting arrested for disorderly conduct and assault at a club in the middle of the night!"

Jennifer had yet to say word. She had only wanted to confront Cameron and tell him off for his role in hurting Jessica. She was shocked beyond belief that it had gone so very very wrong. Seeing her mother shaking with anger, Jennifer burst into tears.

Beth hung her head and mumbled, "Oh, shit."

The imperious voice of Shelby Corcoran rang through the jail cell and echoed loudly around the room, "Oh shit indeed, young lady!"

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Ok there you have it, my longest chapter yet, and posted quickly as promised. I hope you liked it, please leave me a review if you are so moved. I would appreciate the feedback.

So the golden girl really messed up, and dragged Beth into it. I would not want to face an angry Rachel, Quinn, and Shelby! Not good!