A/N ~ Don't own Glee, other characters not from the show are my invention.
Rated M for adult situations, femslash and D/D including spankings of minors.
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Chapter 29
"CAR, NOW!" Santana yelled at the still shocked teenager. She was so angry she was shaking. Now she knew that Courtney was safe, and merely shacked up with this boy, she wanted to strangle her.
Braden recovered first, "Coach Pierce…" he started to explain.
"Not one word," she growled dangerously, "I'm this close to killing you," she held up two fingers.
"Santana!" Brittany scolded, "You can't threaten him, you're a teacher."
"Tonight I'm a mother," she followed a shaken Courtney out of the room and down the stairs.
The blonde teenager never even stopped to think about grabbing her own clothes, she was so freaked out. She had missed curfew, and both her moms' looked about to kill her, but more importantly she had fallen asleep on top of Braden Alexander. 'Oh my god!' Her thoughts were racing. 'What if I snored, oh god, what if I drooled on him' She was more mortified about falling asleep on Braden Alexander than scared of what her moms' were going to do to her.
Brittany turned to follow her wife and daughter out of the room, but was stopped by a large hand on her forearm, "Please Mrs. Pierce, it's not what you think. I swear to God nothing happened." She looked down glacially at the uninvited touch. Braden let go instantly as if he had touched a hot stove. He had seen the coach's wife around the school, at football games, and he had seen what everyone sees when they first meet Brittany. He saw a sweet, gentle, pliable woman with a smoking hot body and not much in the way of brains. Braden was not prepared to meet the real Brittany Pierce; the fiercely protective mama bear.
He held up both hands in surrender, "Please, ma'am," he tried again, speaking rapidly trying to get it all out before she decked him or something, "I spilled beer all over her on accident, and she was really upset. We sat on the bed to watch a movie until her clothes were washed and dried. I was just trying to help by loaning her clothes. I was exhausted from the football game, she was upset about her dad, and we just fell asleep. Nothing happened, nothing at all, it was totally innocent."
Brittany looked slowly from the offending hand, up his tall muscular body, and into his sincere eyes, slowly and She stared long and hard, making him extremely nervous and uncomfortable, even though he was being completely honest with her. He swallowed convulsively, cleared his throat as to speak, and decided against it. He struggled not to squirm under her intense gaze like a naughty five year old.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she relented her piercing gaze, and blinked rapidly a few times, "Thank you," she said calmly before leaving the room, "I appreciate your honesty."
His friend, Ethan had witnessed the entire exchange, and chuckled when he and his friend were alone in the room, "Please, ma'am," he teased pretending to be nervous.
"Shut up, asshole," he hissed, "I thought Coach Pierce was frightening, but her wife scares the shit out of me."
Ethan laughed out loud. He felt the exact same way, but no way was he going to admit it to his best friend and look like a pussy. He'd rather make fun of Braden, "I'd think twice before I made a move on Courtney Jenkins my friend," he laughed as she headed down the stairs and back to bed, "goodnight," he called back over his shoulder.
"You're a dick," Braden mumbled, way too unnerved to even think of going back to sleep, and very pissed at his so-called friend, Ethan.
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The short ride home was fraught with tension; Santana was too angry, she didn't trust herself to speak. Brittany was thinking about Braden had said; Courtney was upset about her dad. Why would Courtney be upset about her dad?
Courtney was sitting in the backseat with her head leaning against the window, staring out into the black nothingness. Her mind was so filled with thoughts; she couldn't believe she fell asleep. She was mortified about Braden, but more in love with him than ever, but knew she would be lucky if her mom let her see him alone again before she was thirty years old. Then she thought about her creep father, and she started to get angry again. She knew her Aunt Quinn would help, if she was still alive tomorrow. The blonde bit her lip, she was really pissed that her mom was in the front seat thinking she knew what happened, and she didn't know anything. She didn't get drunk, and she sure as hell didn't sleep with anyone.
Without thinking, she opened her mouth, "I didn't drink anything," she spat angrily, "and I sure as hell didn't have sex with him, no matter what you think!"
Brittany sighed, and leaned her head back onto the car's headrest. They were only two minutes from home and she should have known one of her hot-tempered girls would open their mouth and antagonize the other. She couldn't get lucky enough to avoid a huge fight in the middle of the night. She looked over at Santana, and saw her anger about to boil over. Brittany reached over the console, gently set her hand on top of her wife's thigh, and squeezed it meaningfully. She just hoped San wasn't too far gone, unfortunately she was.
"You need to keep your mouth shut, young lady. Who the hell do you think you're talking to like that?" she shouted than mumbled in Spanish for a few minutes before gearing up again, "You scared ten years off your poor mama's life, you're hours late, and how do we find you? In bed with the school's big shot jock, in his clothes," she lowered her voice instinctively when DJ moaned in his sleep, "and do we hear anything even remotely resembling an apology? No, of course not, we get fucking attitude!"
"Santana!" Brittany tried to intervene before things got out if hand.
"You didn't even ask me what happened? You already assume I'm some drunken slut!"
"Courtney!" Brittany tried again.
Santana and Courtney started yelling at the same time over top of each other.
"No, B. I'm sick of this shit, we didn't even get a phone call, nothing, she isn't going to be able to sit for a week by the time I get done with her smart ass."
"Mama, she's being totally unreasonable. Braden was really nice, he didn't even try anything, and I don't drink! She had no right to scream at me, and treat me little a little kid in front of Braden."
"Ay Dios mío, you can kiss Braden Alexander goodbye. You won't be seeing him anytime soon, if I have anything to say about it!"
"This is such bullshit!"
"That is enough from both of you!" Brittany yelled startling both of them into silence, "Seriously enough. I don't want to hear another word out of either of you!" Courtney had seen her mama upset, but she had never heard her yell. Santana had heard her yell maybe twice in all the years they'd been together, both were completely shocked.
DJ and Nicky had woken up during the screaming and were confused and upset. Brittany turned around to glare at her daughter and noticed her sons, "I'm sorry guys, that's a really lousy way to get woken up," she said softly back in her normal loving tone, "We'll be home in a minute, and you can go back to sleep. Everything is going to be fine, I promise," she smiled reassuringly.
No one said another word all the way home; Santana and Courtney knew enough to be wary of a pissed off Brittany.
Once they got home, Santana glared at Courtney, scoffed, and took the boys up to their bedroom. Despite her pride, Courtney felt her eyes filling with tears at her moms' bad opinion of her. How could they think she would get drunk, and sleep with a guy she just met?
Brittany put her anxiety and irritation aside, and spoke gently to the emotional teenager, "Let's go to your room and talk for a minute," she took the girl's arm to guide her.
Courtney snatched her arm away from her mama, and sassed back, "I don't want to talk to either of you if you think I'm some drunken slut."
Brittany grabbed her arm, less gently this time, and pulled her close so she was face to face with her daughter, "It is 3am and I have had enough out of you tonight. I will turn you over my knee, right here and now if I hear another disrespectful word come from your mouth. You can watch the way you're looking at me as well. Go get ready for bed, I'll be down in a few minutes, and I'm warning you, Courtney Ann, you had better have a much improved attitude or you will be sleeping on your stomach tonight," she sent her off with a very hard smack to her backside, then took a deep calming breath.
Santana came downstairs and into the kitchen where Brittany was making tea. She could tell her wife was still not very happy with her. She had tried to control her temper, but hearing Courtney try to excuse her behavior had set her off, "She really pissed me off, B."
"Clearly," was all Brittany said.
Santana rolled her eyes, she was so bad at groveling, and worse at apologizing, "Yeah, so about that…"
Brittany still had her back to her wife, adding honey to three mugs of Sleepytime tea, "About that," she refused to make this easy for Santana. She was the adult and the parent here, not Courtney.
After a few moments of silence, Santana exclaimed loudly, "Oh damnit, B. Are you going to make me say it out loud?"
"Yes," Brittany said simply.
Santana huffed, "I'm sorry I lost my temper in the car, I shouldn't have."
Brittany turned around, and handed Santana a cup of the herbal tea, she sat down next to her, "Courtney is not Quinn," she said softly placing a warm hand on Santana's forearm.
Santana shook her head in disbelief, and closed her eyes, "Who said anything about Fabray?"
"I know you still feel guilty about not being there for Quinn when she was pregnant, but you've more than made up for it. Courtney is not Quinn, and you don't have to feel guilty about her either."
The Latina stared at her wife with her mouth open, as usual she was astounded by the things that Brittany worked out. Sometimes she figured things out that Santana was feeling long before she did, it was an amazing if not irritating gift her wife possessed.
"Fuck," she growled lowly, "I'll be right back."
"Santana?"
"I need to kiss her goodnight, tell her she is loved, and that we will all talk peacefully tomorrow," she looked into crystal blue eyes, "that's all, you have my word." That was good enough for Brittany; all she had ever needed was Santana's word.
Brittany waited until Santana headed up to bed before taking a mug of tea down to Courtney. She walked in and heard her daughter crying softly. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, gently rubbing her hand up and down Courtney's arm. It always worked to comfort Santana.
"It will all be alright sweetie, and I promise that we will listen to your side of the story, all of it. Your mother, well let's just say I really have only seen her that worried a handful of times in her whole life. Sometimes her worry comes out as anger, but it doesn't mean either of us will ever believe the worst about you, ever. She was afraid for you, afraid you'd made a terrible mistake, it's because she loves you so much. I love you that much," Brittany leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead, "Drink your tea, baby and get some sleep. We'll talk tomorrow, I promise."
"Mama?" Courtney called out tremulously, "I lied to you."
Brittany felt her heart clench at the words, and stopped walking. She turned back around slowly, "About what, sweetie?"
"I didn't fight with Lacey," she said tiredly, "I saw my father in the drugstore, and he's been following me I think. He knew about me and Nicky, you and mom and the adoption plans, he was drunk and the threatened me."
Brittany rushed to the bed to take her daughter in her arms, "Threatened you how?" she asked carefully.
"He threatened to mess up the adoption, and force Nicky and I back to live with him."
"Is that what you want, to live with your father again, in your old home?"
Courtney shook her head, "It was not a home, this is my home, this is Nicky's home. I don't ever want to see that man again as long as I live."
"Don't worry, sweetie, he will never get custody of you and Nicky again, he abandoned you both," Brittany said passionately.
"That's what Auntie Quinn said," Courtney said through her yawn. Her head and heart was hurting, and she just wanted to go to sleep.
Brittany knit her brows together, "When did you speak to Quinn?"
"I called her tonight from the party. Braden spilled beer all over me, and I was upset about my dad, and I kind of lost it. I told Braden what happened and he said I should talk to a lawyer, and tell you and mom right away, so I called Auntie Quinn. I was going to tell you and mom when I got home, but I messed that up. She said not to worry, she could fix things. She's coming over tomorrow, err today to talk to you and mom about it," Courtney smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I guess I screwed up everything, huh?"
Brittany smiled and winked at her daughter, "Not everything, definitely not everything. He didn't hurt you right? He didn't put his hands on you?"
"No, mama."
"Thank God! You know you're grounded till your thirty, right?"
Brittany was relieved by the ghost of a smile on her daughter's face, "I figured as much. I'd like to see Braden before then though."
"We'll see, now get some sleep, baby. I love you."
"I love you too, mama."
Brittany crawled into bed, and curled up into Santana's warm side. She smiled when Santana instinctively turned into her, "Your daughter is in love with Braden Alexander," she whispered.
"Fuck me, this night just gets better and better!" She grumbled with her eyes closed.
Brittany kissed her shoulder.
"Hey," Santana opened her eyes, and placed her forehead on Brittany's, "Why is she my daughter when she fucks up?"
Brittany laughed merrily and leaned forward kissing Santana passionately. Santana moaned into the kiss and let hands wander instead of her mind for a change.
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