Charlie pulled out his earbuds as he continued to towel himself off as he stepped off the elevator rotating his arm slowly, he was due for a nice warm shower before he made himself a light dinner and getting a massage. With the season finally starting he needed to make sure that his body was taken care of. The team was paying for all his expenses when it came to that, he had appointments with personal trainers and a masseuse that made house calls. He glanced at his watch, all the data from his work out would be sent to the team's trainers to make sure that there was nothing he needed to be worried about.

"Charles."

Charlie's eyes flew from his watch to look at his father and frowned wondering how his father had gotten past his security. He'd have to call the property manager to have a talk with him about it. He straightened up to look his father in the eye. "I have nothing to say to you." Charlie said as he fished his hands in his pocket to pull out his keys.

If Russell was surprised that Charlie was brushing him off, he didn't let it show in his face as he crossed his arms over his chest. "When did you sign with Under Armor?"

"The moment my contract with you expired. Well that's not true, the moment that I signed a new contract with another agent. She presented me with an Under Armor contract, before the ink had dried, for their clothing line. They're testing the waters to sign me for my own shoe. It's not Nike and they aren't going to pay me Nike numbers but my agent's sure that they are going to cough up a lot of money for me to only wear their shoes." Sue had put a number on the table in front of him and he had been sure that she had added one to many zeros, and the number hadn't included royalties. Things were already moving fast, and he hadn't regretted signing Sue Sylvester to be his agent, even if every time they did meet at a fancy restaurant he ended up footing what was usually an expensive bill.

"What do you mean expired?" Russell furrows his brow dramatically. He hadn't thought Charlie ever read his contract to know when the re-signing period was. He had been planning on making the flight to this god-forsaken hell-hole to present Charlie with a contract that would have given him a quarter of Charlie's current endorsements plus royalties. He had even bought a new car to celebrate. But even though his moronic son was on the brink of causing a disaster, he was sure he could handle this. "I'm your father and I've been with you since the beginning. I'm sorry if you felt like you had to go to someone else, but I can still help you manage your career and public persona. Together Charles, we can make you into the biggest name since Michael Jordan."

Charlie stared at his father blankly unimpressed with his sale pitch. "You know that bullshit might have worked when I was 19 and fucking terrified of making a mistake and trusting in the wrong people and losing my fortune. God I was so fucking stupid. I knew you were a shitty father, and a fucking shitty husband too, but I thought—I honest to god thought that you'd change and you'd finally start acting like a father and you'd protect me. I made excuse after excuse for you, I ignored how you treated Quinn and mom because I was your damn favorite and you were giving me the attention I craved from you. But I'm not nineteen, and I did make a mistake I trusted you."

"I only wanted what was best for you." Russell frowned, honestly surprised at the direction this was taking.

"So that's why you sold my fucking sex tape to TMZ?"

Russell groans internally, wondering who possibly could have told Charlie about that. His son wasn't smart enough to have figured that out on their own. "I did what I thought would be best for your image. People thought you were a rapist. We had to do something in order to do damage control or people would have been calling for you to resign."

"No. You cost me my fucking family. And the worst part is, that you don't even give a damn!" Charlie spits. He's done trying to play the perfect son.

"Don't give a damn? Of course I care about your personal life. I just want you to be the best that you can be. That's what a manager does. We make the tough calls to steer your career—"

"Tough calls? If that's what you call a tough call. Then it's a good thing that you're fired. I don't want you anywhere near my professional career. You can be my father—actually—no. I don't even want that. I want you to stay the hell away from me." Charlie snaps, he wants to punch him but the last thing he needed was a broken hand this early into the season.

"Son—"

"Don't son me. Just leave, so we're clear you're banned from the arena. And if you don't leave I'm calling the cops and I'll have my new agent look into slapping you with a restraining order. Stay the hell out of my life and enjoy all your stuff, clearly all that shit is more important to you than your own son is." Charlie shoved his father away from the front of his door and opened it before stepping inside and slamming the door closed in his face. He seriously doubted it was the last he'd hear from his father but at this point, he didn't care. It felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Santana was never going to take him back, even if he had fired his father but at least now his plate was clean.

Russell stared at the door, his temper flaring at the disrespect that Charlie had shown him, "You think this is helping your fucking image? You with your fucking long-hair and modelling some fucking underwear like a fag? You're a fucking laughing stock in the NBA, a fucking joke. You think Nike will sign you now?"

It's enough to get him to open his door and step to his father, he had been taller than Russell for years now, and it felt good to have him take a step back. "You and I both know that Nike was never going to sign me. So if you think you can hold that over my head then I'm sorry to tell you that I'm not some snot nosed little kid that will believe whatever the hell you tell him. Now leave, cause if you're not gone in thirty seconds I'm calling the fucking cops."

~O~

Sebastian opens the door to his apartment, smiling wide as he ushers Santana inside. He had been pretty surprised to get her text that she was finally ready to take the step. Personally he had no idea what had brought this on, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Things had been quiet as of late on the ex-husband front, she had gotten into the groove at work, even if it did require long hours normally, and as far as he knew the kids hadn't been driving her as crazy as they normally did. And even though she had said she didn't care, the few weeks had given him a bit of time to start working out. Everyone compared and he wasn't going to be outdone by some meathead jock that had blown what was probably the best thing to ever happen to him. "Hey there."

Santana pressed her lips against his, silencing him. She wasn't here to waste time by talking about it. For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt like she was in control. She didn't feel guilty; she certainly didn't feel like she had anything to be apologetic for. Bela may be having problems in school but her attitude wasn't nearly as toxic as it could have been. Having Tina shuttling the kids between the two of them, meant that she rarely had to pick up the phone to talk to Charlie. She hadn't had a conversation with him since she had confronted him, plus it was simple to ignore the television when Max decided to watch his father play. It was also easy to ignore the tabloids when she went grocery shopping for food, she didn't care if Charlie and Dani had been together while he was in LA for a weekend. If her ex-husband could enjoy himself while pretending that they were just friends, then she was certainly going to have some fun and Sebastian had been patient and what's more he was nothing like her ex. He didn't even look like Charlie, and she was glad to get away from that. "Less words," she orders enjoying the thrill of power that she had over him.

Sebastian groaned letting her push him onto his couch, his hands moving on their own as he rests them on her hips. This already felt like it was worth the wait, Santana was hot, he was hot and this seemed to be the right time as her hips moved grinding against his rapidly hardening member. He hated to admit that he had seen Charlie in action, after seeing massive billboards of Charlie all over the place he had looked him up. The sex tape hadn't been the best quality but he had wanted to make sure that he knew what he was getting into. He hadn't been that impressed, Santana had probably never had decent foreplay if the sex tape was anything to go on. He leans forward kissing her again his hands trailing over her hips and onto her sides as he just touches her. He was going to make this memorable for her.

It's hard to not compare the two of them, the first time she had been with Charlie he had been clumsy and hadn't known what to do. But she had loved him and she had taught him everything he needed to know about her body. Practice had made him a bit of an expert on her body and every now and again he'd surprise her. But Sebastian was different, he didn't need a guidebook or someone to hold his hand and lead him through the motions.

She cringes inwardly as he kisses her again. She shouldn't be thinking about Charlie or how Sebastian's hands were just a little too soft and their bodies didn't fit together nearly as well. Charlie certainly wasn't thinking about her. It wasn't as if Sebastian didn't know what he was doing and he was very good at it, but it felt like the one-night stands that she had during university. She liked him just fine, but the connection wasn't strong enough, the goofy smile that Charlie got and the fact that he puffed out his chest like an idiot every time he managed to get her to orgasm. She missed it. She fucking missed him and it wasn't fair. Why couldn't she be like him and just not care?

She feels her orgasm starting to build as Sebastian continues to work on her body, his fingers and hips are working in tandem as he touches her, touching her breasts while his dick worked it's way inside her. She felt like a bitch for wishing it was Charlie, who was just flat out bigger and thicker than Sebastian was, but it wasn't about the size and Sebastian wasn't that much smaller than her ex-husband, and he certainly knew how to use it better.

~O~

Bela scratched the armrest of the chair outside the principal's office nervously, feeling glad that she had told the secretary to call her dad instead of her mom. Her mom would kill her, which was putting it mildly, her mom was going to make her life a living nightmare. With her dad coming instead of her mom she had a pretty good chance of escaping with very little consequences. "I'm sure he'll be here soon," she mumbled to the secretary who had spent the past half hour primping herself. Definitely the right decision to get her dad to come in.

Charlie bursts through the doors to the office in just gym shorts and a hoodie. When the office assistant had said he needed to pick Bela up because of bullying, he was certain that his poor daughter was a target. He had left practice early, and hadn't had time to shower, so he was still a bit of a mess. He rushes over to his daughter who wraps her arms around his waist in a quick hug. "Are you okay? I came as soon as I could. Next time I'll get a police escort; they love me here. Just need to give them free tickets—"

Bela groaned inwardly, this was a disaster. "I'm fine dad, I just got into a bit of trouble and mom's busy with her show. So I had them call you. It wasn't my fault! I promise it wasn't my fault!"

Charlie blinked and frowned this wasn't what he was expecting and he hugged his daughter, "Well, what happened?"

"Mr. Fabray." Another voice interrupts before Bela can try to explain, "Thank you for coming, we're honored to have you in our school. If you and Bela can follow me inside, we can discuss exactly what happened."

Charlie ushered his daughter to follow the principal and sat down beside her. "I'm happy to be here, but can you tell me what's going on?"

Mr. Figgins frowned trying to look as stern as possible, but he failed. This was an NBA superstar in front of him who knew the legal team he had behind him if he felt his daughter had been slighted in anyway shape or form, and he had thought that dealing with Bela's mother was bad. "Well, Mr. Fabray, your daughter was caught bullying another student. The teacher on duty witnessed her dumping a slushy on another student."

Charlie blinks. He had been prepared to call for the other student's blood because he thought his daughter was the victim. That didn't sound like his daughter. "How do you know that was bullying? Maybe Bela just tripped?" He offered.

"Bela has been targeting this student before, and this is the first time a physical altercation happened. As it is, this school has a no tolerance stance on bullying. I'm afraid we're going to have to expel your daughter."

"Expel her?" Charlie startles. It doesn't matter if he believes this sniveling principal or not, but he can't let Bela get expelled. "But she's a model student."

"Bela is already on academic probation and despite the clear path her mother worked out with her teachers, she hasn't made any attempt to bring up her grades."

Charlie paused caught unaware, this was the first time he was hearing about any academic probation, but he quickly gathers himself, he could deal with the fact that he knew nothing about his daughter's academic career later right now he needed to save her from being expelled. "I see, well that's a shame Mr—Figgins." Charlie said standing up to his full height. "Bella, can you take me to Max's classroom, let's pick him up. If you're expelling my daughter perhaps it's best to simply withdraw my son as well, if I'm to expect this sort of treatment from the administration. I'll be sure to inform my teammates with children, to think again about using this school."

Mr. Figgins paused and swallowed, the idea of having Charlie pull all his children out wasn't something that he had believed would happen. Most of the students came from wealthy parents, but Charlie Fabray was basically a hometown hero, there had been many phone calls from parents hoping that he could do an assembly or perhaps do some outreach through the school. "Now Mr. Fabray there's no reason to be so hasty, while your explanation is extremely plausible and this might just be a huge misunderstanding I'd like to think that we are reasonable people here at Birchwood, since we can't be sure of intent I think it's best if we demote this to a simple three day in-school suspension."

"Are you—" Bela begins angrily; it wasn't fair that she was the only one getting targeted like this.

"Isabela." Charlie's voice cracked through the air like a whip causing his daughter's mouth to snap shut. He turns his attention back to Figgins, wondering what Santana would do. It would be so simple enough to throw money at the problem till it went away, but that's what his father would do and he didn't want his daughter thinking that it was the correct way to handle the situation. "I believe there should be consequences for any actions, however like I said this might have been an unfortunate accident. Which is why I suggest that we keep it to a one-day in-school suspension, if she's really behind then three days might be a bit too much. However, we will of course take care of getting this girl a new uniform to make up for this unfortunate accident."

Figgins was quiet, thinking about it, Charlie unlike many parents in this situation wasn't suggesting that his daughter not be punished, he also wasn't offering a bribe to keep his daughter in school, it was an interesting conundrum. An in-school suspension of the daughter of a star NBA player would send a message to all parents that he wasn't going to simply be easy on the children whose parents were rich and donated to the school. "I agree that does sound like a suitable punishment. Her in-school suspension will begin on Monday."

Charlie eyes Figgins carefully before smiling at him, "That sounds acceptable. Now if you'll excuse me, I do have a million appointments to get through today before I head out to San Antonio. Come on Bela, let's grab your things and I'll take you home."

Bela watched as her father walked out the office and quickly gets up and follows after watching him walk past the secretary without a glance. It's something he had probably picked up from her mom. But even she could see that he was annoyed, she just wasn't quite sure who it was directed at. "Dad?"

Charlie frowned and turned to his daughter. "What?"

"My lockers that way," Bela mumbled pointing in the opposite direction from where Charlie was heading.

"Right." Charlie turns so he can follow her, unsure on how to handle the situation. He's angry mostly at himself for not making sure that Bela had the support system she needed. But he hadn't known, Santana didn't talk to him about these things, and the idea that she was making unilateral decisions about their kids was starting to get to him.

"Are you going to tell mom?" Bela asks as she approaches her locker, her shoulders slumping.

"Did you actually purposefully pour a drink on that kid?" Charlie asks narrowing his eyes when he sees Bela hesitate. "Bela don't lie to me."

"Yeah, but she was the one talking crap about me first. It's not my fault that I have more friends than she does, she started it." Bela insists as she opens her locker. She was just jealous of her popularity or something.

"Then absolutely I'm going to tell your mom. I know that things have been difficult especially with the divorce but we didn't raise you to be a bully."

"I'm not a bully. I'm just showing her that I'm better than her because she's weird." Bela reasoned.

Charlie opens his mouth to object just as the bell rings and student's flood into the hallway. There are a gaggle of students that seem to recognize him instantly, swarming around Bela's locker like a flock of geese. Charlie grimaced as students began to touch him like he was Jesus and they were going to get cured for leprosy. He needed to be in the right mindset to deal with fans and right now wasn't the time, but he still managed to slap a grin onto his face. He holds his hands up. "I've got get ready to go to San Antonio, and I'm actually late. We need to keep our streak alive, so maybe next time I'll spend time signing autographs and taking photos."

Bela smirked as she patted her dad's arm, her eyes narrowing at a girl that had red slushy all over her. "Come on dad just a few pictures."

Charlie frowned, following his daughter's gaze. He was definitely reporting Bela to Santana, this wasn't the child that used to be just as nice as Max was and liked everyone. "Bela." He warned keeping his voice low. The last thing he needed was for this to show up on the internet. Perhaps he could arrange a meeting with Figgins and this girl's parents when this was all over.

"Fine, fine," Bela said grabbing her father's arm and helping him make his way through the throng of kids. "Look, he has to catch the private jet to San Antonio right now," Bela announced loudly. "We don't want to be known as the school that cost the city its current streak."

Charlie shook his head, he knew that Santana hated him and wanted nothing to do with him but Bela was their daughter and he'd be damned if he let her continue to act like this. Entitled and spoiled, it was disappointing, and both he and Santana would need to talk about her behavior. "Bela—" Charlie paused he could hear the sound of pounding feet and at his height he could see it from a distance as his son rounded the corner a huge grin on his face.

"DAD!"

Charlie smiled as Max began to worm his way through the crowd before launching himself at him. Charlie sighed and braced himself for impact and he wasn't disappointed as his son crashed into him wrapping his arms around his legs. "And there's my Max," Charlie said with a shake of his head. His son was getting way too big for this, but at least someone was happy to see him.

"What are you doing here?" Max demanded, immediately grabbing his father's hand. "Shouldn't you be ready to go to San Antonio? Do you wanna see my classroom and meet my teacher?" He pauses for a moment and looks at his father. "Can you be my show and tell?"

Charlie rolled his eyes, "I'm not a thing to be shown off Max, and I'm here because Bela is—" Charlie looks at his daughter. "Sick."

Max turned to his sister for a moment, she looked perfectly fine to him. "Oh." He's quiet for a moment scratching his head before he coughs loudly and clutches his stomach. "Daddy, I don't feel well either."

Charlie groans, he was such a sap when it came to his kids. Santana was not going to be thrilled if he took Max out of school as well, but he sighs. It was already after lunch. "Fine go get your stuff. But if your mom asks then for the love of god Max you'd better do a better job of pretending you're sick then that." Max grins and immediately takes off to go get his things. "Don't forget your homework—eh he's gone. " Santana was definitely going to blame him for this. He could already feel a massive headache coming on.

~O~

Santana rubbed her brow, her hope that Bela was finally snapping out of her teenage rebellion phase had clearly been misguided and short-lived. As had her fragile peace with Charlie who was annoyed with her over the fact that she hadn't informed him that Bela was on academic probation. "You know what the worst part about this is Isabela? Your father isn't even angry at you. No, I have the pleasure of dealing with your irate father because you're the one who decided not to decided to goof off instead of paying attention in class, and you're the one that decided to stop handing in her homework assignments."

Bela bit her lip tightly, as far as she understood her father's irritation, it was that he wasn't made aware of these things. She didn't for a moment think her father was blaming her for this. He had already said that he was disappointed with her and the moment that he came from his series of away games that they were still going to talk about it. "I've been doing my homework—"

Santana held up her hands, she was already irate with Charlie. He was barely present in their lives and yet he was criticizing her parenting? The last thing she wanted let alone needed was another custody battle. "I don't care about your grades, I'm angry at you because you nearly got expelled and instead of having me handle it you hoped that you could manipulate your father into not telling me. I haven't even begun to take apart the fact that you were tormenting a classmate of yours."

"She deserved it. She needed to—"

"If I were you, I'd think carefully about your next words out of your mouth Isabela, because if there is one thing your father and I agree on is that we did not raise you to be an entitled brat. Yes, your father has been spoiling the three of you as of late but that has more to do with his guilt for not being around. You really messed up if your father is this irritated at you, normally he lets it go because you're his little princess and he's blind to most of your faults," Santana interrupts narrowing her eyes.

Bela stuck out her chin defiantly. "There's a hierarchy and she's—"

"Your aunts and I wrote the damn book on the hierarchy. I know all about the stupid caste system in high school so don't think that I'm going to give you a pass all because I know what it's like to be popular."

Bela scoffed at this, her dad was a star basketball player. She had witnessed people bending over backwards to accommodate him, much to his general chagrin. "You married dad, he was a basketball player—"

"Next time your grandmother comes to visit, remind me to get her to bring photos of your father in middle school when he was still a mathlete with terrible acne, and this god awful retainer. Despite what you and Max think, your father hasn't always been some Adonis. No he was a gigantic dork, who hung out with the weird kids who played card games during lunch. He was awkward and gangly, and a gigantic klutz, and he was really weird." Santana responds crossing her arms over her chest. "I still said yes."

"Why?"

"Because despite his dorkiness, and his general awkwardness he was actually funny and sweet, and I fell in love with him. So all those girls that turned your father down, that made fun of him and picked on him because he wasn't the best dressed because he was a bit weird probably regret it now. This girl that you're bullying could end up becoming the president, or a doctor or someone important later on in life, and even if she doesn't, everyone deserves to be treated with respect and dignity. You may think you're better than her because your father can buy you anything you want, but let me make one thing perfectly clear: you haven't earned shit. Everything you have is because of the work your father and I put in. So you're not better than her because of all the stuff that your father and I own."

"She started it by talking—"

"I don't care who started it. I care that my daughter thought it was perfectly acceptable to throw a slushy into another girl's face. So not only are you going to spend your entire day at school serving your in-school detention. We are going to go over to that girl's house and you are going to apologize to her parents and to her. We're also going to talk about your spending. As far as I'm concerned all that money you've been flashing around is gone. And while we're at it, you're grounded for the next three weeks. Your laptop, your phone all the things that you hold dear are all going to be taken away from you."

Bela's jaw dropped, "You said that I needed a phone for—"

"Yes your father and I agree that you need a phone in case of emergencies, which is why I went out of my way to purchase this phone for you." Santana opened her purse and pushed a flip phone towards her daughter smirking when her eyes bugged out.

"What the hell is that?"

"It's a phone, that will allow me to know exactly where you are, it will only allow you to call the programmed numbers into it, and say goodbye to texting any of your friends." Santana slid the device across the table to her daughter. With a smirk she stands up sure her point has been made. "Don't for one second think that this is the end of your punishment. When your father gets back he already informed me bluntly that you and him are going to talk and he doesn't care if it's his time or not."