I do not own Glee or any of the original characters, It all belongs to RIB and Fox. Any characters you don't recognise are my own creations.
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Thank you to my new beta for kicking my ass and making me laugh at the same time.
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Chapter 29
Brittany yawns loudly as she closes her locker, mentally thanking god that school is done for the day. The vacation had gone by too fast, especially considering the study sessions she had attended in school over the holidays. She has tons of homework, but all she wants to do is snuggle up on the couch with Santana and watch a sappy movie. She's too tired to do anything else. It's times like these that she regrets messing up her senior year the first time around. Now, she has a lot to prove...especially to herself. She catches Sugar's gaze as she walks passed the detention room, shooting her new friend a smile and a playful roll of her eyes. Holly won't be happy. Brittany makes her way out of school and is pleased to see Santana waiting for her in her car. She loves that Santana will pick her up from school whenever her college and work schedules allow it.
"Hey, babe," Santana greets Brittany as she slides into the passenger seat, immediately leaning across the center console to kiss her sweetly on the lips. "How was your first day back?"
"Ugh..long, hard and boring. How was college?"
"Pretty much the same," Santana notes as she starts the car. "We should probably go straight home," she murmurs. "Mom was uh..dealing with Quinn this afternoon." Brittany nods soberly, at least now Quinn may think twice about attempting to multitask while driving.
"Do you think Quinn's okay?" Brittany asks quietly. "I mean, adult Quinn hasn't ever been spanked before. Is it weird?" Santana glances at Brittany briefly before turning her gaze back to the road. She knows Brittany is asking what it was like for her.
"Weird, not really. Well...maybe at first," Santana shrugs. "A good weird, I guess. I mean, it's Shelby...she's, for all intents and purposes, our mom. I screwed up, she dealt with it and then it was over. She comforted me, told me she loved me and held me, even after I had stopped crying," Santana explains. "You don't need to worry about her, Britt. It'll suck, but Shelby will be there for her and then it'll be over. In fact, it's probably been over for a while. It's finished," Santana reassures her girlfriend. Brittany nods, chewing on her bottom lip and gazing at Santana again.
"What about you? Are you still mad at Quinn? You guys haven't actually talked about it, have you?"
"We haven't," Santana confirms. "But it's okay. I'm mad and disappointed, but there's nothing I can say to Quinn that you and Shelby haven't already said. I'll maybe say something to her later, but I'm not going to yell at her, or lecture her. It wouldn't be fair of me to do that after Shelby has punished her."
"I was scared that you wouldn't think about it like that," Brittany admits. "I thought you'd, like, blow up at her or something."
"I definitely thought about it," Santana states lowly.
"But little Santana didn't, she just wanted to be close to her sister," Brittany murmurs. Sometimes they need to be their little selves to let some parts of their personality out.
"The world is a lot less scary when you're a kid. Well, it can still be scary, but those fears are nothing compared to when you're an adult," Santana shoots her a wry smile. "It's nice to not be so scared for a while, and Quinn crashing her car is definitely something that scared the crap out of me."
"Me too," Brittany whispers. Santana nods and reaches across the center console to take Brittany's hand into hers, lifting it to her lips and kissing the soft skin. She lowers their hands, but keeps their fingers interlocked. "You won't ever do that, will you?" Brittany asks softly. She very much doubts that Santana would, but she needs to be sure. She needs to hear her say it.
"No. I would never do that," Santana swears. "I would never put you through that. I'd also never risk the skin on my ass like that," she adds playfully, successfully lightening the mood inside the car. Santana drops Brittany's hand so that she can turn into their street, both of them falling into silence as she rolls the car into the garage. Shelby steps into the garage as they are getting out of the car, a strained smile on her lips as she leans into the hug Brittany gives her.
"How was your first day back?"
"Could have been better, could have been worse," Brittany shrugs. "Is Quinn home?"
"Yeah, she's asleep so try and be quiet if you go up there," Shelby states. Brittany nods, murmuring about making a start on her homework in the kitchen before excusing herself. Santana studies Shelby for a moment before stepping forward and engulfing her in a huge, comforting hug.
"Don't feel guilty," Santana murmurs. "Quinn isn't going to be mad at you, she'll feel even more loved. Trust me."
"What would I do without you?" Shelby asks with a weak smile.
"I often ask myself that about you," Santana grins. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, babe, I'm fine. Go on up to see Quinn, I know you're dying too," Shelby murmurs, kissing Santana's temple before pulling out of the hug. Santana nods, playfully poking Shelby in the ribs as she brushes passed her, and makes her way through the house. She heads upstairs, knowing without being told that Quinn is in Shelby's bedroom, and stops outside the door, leaning against the door frame. Santana watches her sister, and friend, sleep for a moment, feeling a mixture of sympathy and self righteousness. Quinn needed it, she knows that, but she still knows that it sucks to be spanked. Quietly and carefully, Santana crosses the bedroom and climbs onto the bed and lays down in front of Quinn. She loosely slings her arm around Quinn's waist, being careful not to touch her backside, and shimmies closer to her so that they are almost nose to nose. Quinn stirs slightly and her eyelids flutter, a small moan escaping her lips.
"It's okay, it's just me," Santana murmurs soothingly. Quinn groans and buries her face in her sister's neck, her arm slipping around Santana.
"I'm sorry," Quinn mumbles, her voice thick with sleep and her words a little slurred.
"I know," Santana whispers, placing a soft kiss on Quinn's forehead. "Don't you ever do that to me again, okay?"
"I won't."
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"Maaaaama!" Shelby sighs softly when she hears Quinn's voice floating along the hall from the bathroom. She had only left her for a few minutes so that she could make sure Santana was tidying her toys away like she had asked her to. Not only is Santana refusing to do anything that Shelby asks her to, but Quinn won't give her a moments peace to deal with her. "Mama!" Shelby glances across at Santana as the girl stands with her nose in the corner, Brittany sitting on the floor and watching her big sister curiously. She's totally behind schedule tonight, the fact that all of her girls seem to be in the mood to break every rule possible isn't helping her.
"Brittany, come with mama please," Shelby states, holding her hand out for her youngest to take.
"No! Stay with Santana!" Brittany pouts around her pacifier and stubbornly crosses her arms across her chest.
"Brittany, come with mama," Shelby repeats, her voice more firm this time. "We have to go and see Quinn."
"No!" Shelby takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for a moment, willing herself to stay calm. "Stay!"
"If you don't do as mama says then you will be going to bed straight after bath time," Shelby warns. Brittany's pout grows and she stares up at her mama with wide, watery eyes. "Come on, be a good girl for mama. Santana's in trouble so you can't stay here."
"Otay," Brittany mumbles, her shoulders slumping as she stands up and takes her mama's hand.
"Thank you," Shelby smiles. "Santana, stay in the corner until I say it's okay to come out. You will be in very big trouble if I come back and you're not in the corner."
"Okay, mama," Santana grumbles. She hates standing in the corner, it's even worse than having to follow mama around with the stool! Why did she have to throw a tantrum?! Shelby leads Brittany to the bathroom and finds a very sad looking Quinn in the tub.
"My bottom hurts, mama," Quinn informs her sadly.
"I know, baby," Shelby murmurs sympathetically, "it'll feel better soon."
"But it's not fair, mama. I wasn't naughty, only big girl Quinn was." Shelby sighs, Quinn has a point...and it sucks. She hates that little Quinn has to, yet again, suffer with the repercussions of big girl Quinn's actions. Shelby carefully extracts her hand from Brittany's and kneels down in front of the tub,
"I know, sweetheart, and I'm very sorry that your bottom is sore. I promise that it'll feel better soon, and mama can get some of that nice aloe cream for you," Shelby tells her.
"Okay," Quinn murmurs, still looking as though she is feeling extremely sorry for herself. She probably is. Shelby frowns, between Santana and Brittany being difficult and Quinn being in pain, this night is going to be very long.
A short chapter, I know. I just needed to kinda set up for the next storyline, and work is very busy right now so my writing time has been very limited.
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