Hello Friends!

I hope you all had a fabulous week. For the next several weeks I hope to be doing my regular updates but know that a hiatus is coming soon. As holidays approach my schedule gets hectic and posting is not always as simple as usual. I will let you all know when the hiatus will start and approximately how long it will last. Please know that I am 100% dedicated to this story. I encourage you all to READ CAREFULLY! READ THE WARNINGS CAREFULLY! Again. I am PLEADING with all of you to READ the notes, warnings and character cheat sheet! YOU WILL NEED IT!

First off, MAJOR thanks to my girls Tina and Sheila - you've both been so helpful!

Now we move into the standard section. If you know this well, then please move on to the WARNINGS and NEED TO KNOW sections below!

~ THIS STORY IS NOT SEXUAL AGE PLAY! The girls are NOT little girls. They are NOT little girls. You can act young without being a little one. I work with twenty seven year old women who have three year old tantrums, on a regular daily basis, because they didn't get their way. They whine and complain and literally throw a tantrum. The girls in this story DO NOT go into a different mind set, they just act like younger girls and in this case, it's only when they need comfort. So let's go with the statement that sex or sexual games will not be used for comfort. I know this isn't making sense, but I don't know how to phrase it any other way.

~ NONE of the girls will have sex with Will or Shelby. The training they have, may result in them having orgasm, but they are NOT HAVING SEX with their Master or Mistress, BECAUSE they call them Mama and Daddy at times. Again, NO SEX between, the pets and the Master/Mistress. Any sex the pets have will be with each other or other members of the circle. Any sex Will and Shelby have, for this story, will be with each other only. For this story, Sex is defined as Consensual meeting of genitalia between two people.

~ THIS STORY IS A/U. Rachel is NOT Shelby's daughter. Again, Rachel is NOT Shelby's child. I WILL put this up in the warnings when the two of them start interacting more. She WILL eventually call her Mama, as the other girls do now, but it's a term of endearment/safety, NOT BECAUSE it's her true mother. Rachel is NOT Shelby's biological child.

~ The four girls did NOT go to school together. Quinn, Brittany, and Santana came to know each other and form a tight trio approximately a year ago. Rachel is slowly integrated into the trio as the story continues.

~ For this story, sexual orientation doesn't matter. Sex is just sex, the story is more about the lifestyle and the relations between the Masters/Mistresses and their pets, and not at all about who they're having sex with.

Need to Know:

~ This story started on a Thursday evening. It is currently Saturday. Three weeks and two days later. As a general reminder to everyone it took me 16 chapters to write one full week, and I did say the story would be 6 - 8 weeks long. In simple terms it's slow!

~ Flashbacks are in italics.

~ Rachel has chosen to make herself younger. She is just above baby status under "normal" circumstances, however, at parties, she's as young as Courtney and Mackenzie. It's what's safe for her. I don't think that's changing anytime soon.

~ NONE of the girls are on Parent Time. They are however about to be shocked into a very uncomfortable place therefore, EVERYONE IS SLIPPING INTO TODDLER HOOD!

~ Rachel has been conditioned for bell tones. All bell tones. This has not and will not change for quite a few chapters.

~ Rachel's previous Sirs are back in jail and have been there for a while now and they aren't thrilled. We are now leading up to a trial! I am asking everyone to live in my world of fantasy law, as I am not well versed in reality law. Suspend what you know and just go with it please.

CHARACTER CHEAT SHEET:

Judge Owen Henderson - He is the judge that will be presiding over the case of Vincent London and Oliver Crane, vs. the Public

Robert "Bob" Calvary - A lawyer. He was a customer at the bank, where Rachel used to work. He was hired by Vincent London and Oliver Crane.

WARNINGS: READ THIS CAREFULLY!

~ Rachel has started her reconditioning therapy. It's NOT INTENSE YET! It's intense for Rachel, but we don't know details yet. Give me time, it's GOING TO GET THERE!

~ All the girls are flipping out. All the girls are acting as toddlers. THERE WILL BE NO SEX BETWEEN THEM AND ANYONE ELSE UNTIL THEY ARE NO LONGER ACTING LIKE TODDLERS! Again, NO SEX between Faberittana and any other person.

Again, if you have any questions at all, please PM me so I can explain anything you don't understand. I hope you all read and enjoy.

Thanks for reading the story I want to tell.

Be well friends


Bob was having a terrible day at the moment. He wasn't sure what the right move was, so before he did anything he made a call to Judge Henderson. He didn't want to represent Vincent and Oliver, and by law, he most likely couldn't represent Rachel. So taking a deep breath, he looked down at his watch and sighed when he noted it was eleven thirty. He had to accomplish his tasks quickly and efficiently. The first thing he had to do was call Judge Henderson and see if he could gather any information from people who were still technically his current clients, gather information and then move on to the meeting with Will, and then resign all together. He was sure that because he was quitting the case entirely, he could still get information from both sides and be okay.

Bob, sat in his car at the parking lot of the prison and put in a call to Judge Henderson, annoyed slightly when he got a voicemail. "Judge Henderson, my name is Bob Calvery, I'm sorry, Robert, and as I know you are a busy many, this call is to remind you that I currently represent Vincent London and Oliver Crane. I am about to go in and get some facts from them to get research on but I feel as though I can no longer represent them. I would like to represent the other side of the case and I know that is a conflict of interest, so I'm resigning completely. I can not reschedule my meeting with the men who are still my clients. I have tried. I fear that canceling completely, will put me in harms way, as they are sneaky men. I'm going to carry on with my meeting and tell them nothing. Whatever facts I am told, or information I am given, I will give to you and then you can give all of that to another lawyer. If you have questions or would like to discuss something, please feel free to call me at this number. Thank you for your time and half a good day," he said and then he hung up.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped out of his car and walked up to the prison. If he didn't follow through with the plan, something terrible might happen, so for now, he just has to be calm. He was pushed through four rounds of security and was then lead to a little room where two chairs were placed opposite him, each with cuff locks on the table, chaining whomever was sitting there, into position. He sat quietly, waiting for them to arrive and only twice did he have to still his foot, in order to keep from appearing so nervous. If he was correct, he was hired because he was the best lawyer in town and someone who knew Vincent and Oliver personally. He had a sneaking suspicion that these men were guilty of the charges being brought against them. He saw video footage from them attacking Brittany at the diner and destroying the tires on Bruce's car at the club. If he could get them to open up and explain what was going on, then he could present that evidence to the judge and resign from the case. He was not new to law. He'd been in practice for nearly thirty years and he remembered what it was like to be hungry. He knew that giving Oliver and Vincent to a new young lawyer, would be a perfectly fine move. The lawyer would be sure to always go for the "kill" right away and that would be their downfall for this case. It was always a downfall for any new lawyer. Bob had done it several times. He needed to make sure, everything appeared to be on the up and up and the only way to do that was to start with the people who hired him, in this case Vincent and Oliver. What Vincent and Oliver were unaware of, was that Bob very aware of who Vincent and Oliver were fighting. He'd been to see the judge a few days earlier to discuss everything.

He sat quietly and began to think back to the discussions that took place. "Mr. Calvary, thank you for coming," Owen smiled. "This is the paperwork, I need to give you. Your clients are currently locked away and there is no more chance of bail. They've made bail several times and each time they manage to cause more damage or mayhem. We don't know where they're getting the money from, so I put a stop to it," Owen explained handing him a small stack of paperwork.

"Well that sounds fair," Bob said and he read over the paperwork. In bold letters near the top, it stated. Vincent London and Oliver Crane, being charged with assault, battery, rape, kidnapping, and murder, being pursued by Bruce Miller, Brittany Pierce, William Schuester, Santana Lopez, and Rachel Berry. "Wait, stop, are you sure, this is right? Rachel Berry?" Bob asked and he had a sinking feeling in his gut. There could be a million people named Rachel Berry, but in Lima, there was probably only one.

"Yes, those are the names on the case. Is there a problem?" Owen asked.

"I will talk to my clients and see what can be done. I think I'd like to represent the other side," Bob said honestly.

"Mr. Calvary, I cannot and will not advise you on how to run your practice. My job is to interpret the facts you present to me, within the courts judicial system, however flawed it may be. I will remind you though, that I am one of the few judges in this town who will not put up with backwardness and corruption. I am very politely, for now, asking you to call me, at this number, with a final decision of representation before we get to our court date," Owen said sternly and Bob felt as though he'd been a small child caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar. "You may leave!" Owen said in slight disgust and taking the hint, Bob went home and had a very long session of contemplation about what to do.

He was jarred from his memories when Vincent and Oliver were escorted into the small room. "Bob, thank God," Vincent said when they walked in. "I thought you were going to be here sooner, what happened?" he asked in a more demanding tone.

"Well Vincent, I hate to break it to you, but you are not my only clients, so please tell me everything I need to know," Bob said kindly.

"She's fucking suing us for rape and imprisonment," Oliver grumbled and he moved over to nuzzle is husband.

"Which she is that, because according to the judge, there are three women pressing charges against you, one gentlemen, an entire establishment, and one man on someone else's behalf," Bob said.

"Rachel. She's in the hands of crazy people who've brainwashed her and told her we did bad things to her, and we didn't. She asked for every one of those things," Vincent growled.

"What things did she ask for?" Bob asked and he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to hear the answer.

"She wanted to be a pet; a slave. She wanted that, and her fathers didn't want to give it to her. So when she finally confessed it to us, we said we would help her out, and we did. We took her in, gave her a roof over her head and taught her how to be a good slave," he said.

"Now, I'm going to stop you right there. You need to choose your words very carefully. Did she express wanting to be a pet or a slave, because by definition, there is a difference," Bob explained, and Vincent sighed, but looked more annoyed than understanding about what he had to do.

"It's the same thing. She wanted to serve and learn to serve, and that's exactly what we did. The little slut wanted everything we gave her and more. She needed the chloroform to stop her. She had this insatiable thirst for orgasms and sex in general. For the most part she did everything we told her to, and when she didn't she was punished, which is how it works when you're a pet," Oliver said and to his credit Bob remained perfectly calm about the whole thing.

His composure was a very well acted facade. Hearing just this little bit of information made Bob want to throw up. "What were the punishments and did she agree to them?" Bob asked.

"Of course she did, she signed the contract," Vincent said angrily and the guard stepped forward, but Bob held up his hand.

"Then I need you to get me a copy of that contract or tell me where to go to get that contract," Bob said.

"You'll have to go into the house. In the kitchen, there's a framed photo of some dogs playing poker. Push it to the side, and then you'll find the safe. The combination is twelve, eighteen, eighty and five. It's on yellow paper, you'll be able to find it with no problem," Vincent said.

"Thank you for that," Bob said. "What else do I need to know that is of critical importance, so that I can continue the fact checking?" he asked.

"We want out! We didn't do anything wrong, and we're being brought up on charges for rape, assault, battery, and I think I heard them say the word murder. We are not guilty of any of that," Vincent said and somehow, deep in his gut, Bob knew they were guilty of at least two of those charges.

"Are you aware that there is video evidence of the fact that the two of you are both indeed guilty of at least two of those charges?" Bob asked. Sometimes, he could only put up with so much shit and Vincent and Oliver had long surpassed that level.

"We haven't done any of those things and as our lawyer, you need to bail us out," Oliver said seriously.

"NOW!" Vincent growled.

"Have a good day gentlemen," Bob said and he stood up to leave. He was very quickly followed by Vincent, who looked ready to lunge, but the guard stepped in and Bob was able to walk away.

"Hey, listen to me! You are hot when you get all demanding like that, but Smokey Joe over there has a gun, so let's just calm down and go back to our room," Oliver grinned and with that, the two men were escorted back to their cell.

As Bob left, he knew he had to resign. He was an amazing lawyer, one who could and would win the case, but now he didn't want to. Vincent and Oliver were bad news, and so it was time to resign. The next step was to return to the car, call Judge Henderson, resign from the case, and then go meet with Will at Covington estates.


"You're not really going are you?" Shelby asked quietly. She and Will were in the kitchen, while the girls were in the family room snacking on popcorn and watching Wreck It Ralph.

"I am going. Their lawyer wants to meet with me, and just talk about things," Will said. "I have no reason not to do that."

"Unless it's a trick meeting and he's going to ambush you," Shelby hissed.

"You're watching too many spy movies," he smiled at her and she glared at him. "Babe, this was going to happen at some point. He didn't ask for Rae, he only asked for me, and he's doing this at the Covington estates. As in Miranda Covington, and she knows us."

"And she doesn't approve," Shelby growled quietly.

"She doesn't have to. We 'raise' our girls to meet our rules, and that's all that matters. Screw her and what she thinks. The four girls in that room, are our children, and I will protect them with everything I can. You are my wife and even though you are annoying me right now I will protect you too," she said and Shelby rolled her eyes.

"You leaving is going to make date night impossible and my parents are not ready for four three year olds," she said.

"Bree isn't that young," Will said. "Her language was young because she was sleepy. She's at least six," he said trying to make light of what was about to be a very difficult situation.

"You're not funny," she grumbled. "My parents still want the girls for the night, for a movie, so we can have our date night, and I don't know that they can handle them out at a theatre, and the girls won't be able to handle us leaving together. Sanny is a wreck," she said.

"Sanny has been still since we set them up with the popcorn. We told them where we would be and what was going on," he pointed out.

"And what happened when we tried to leave the room?" she asked; a smug look crossing her face and he sighed, knowing she had him painted into a corner.

"She wrapped herself around my body and I had to talk her off her ledge," Will said. "However, it wasn't a long talk, and she's okay. She's doing well. I talked her down from her ledge, and as long as she knows where I am, and what's going on, I really think she'll be okay. She normally is once she settles into her surroundings. We learned that we have to go slow and with this night terror, we have to go a little slower," he said.

Shelby sighed and realized he was right, so she took a deep breath and waved him off. "You need to leave so you're not late, and you need to say goodbye to the girls. I'm telling you, Sanny is going to freak, so just know that going in, and hand her to me. You don't have enough time to talk her off her ledge, so just go remind them all how loved they are and then go off and find out what this guy wants with our daughter!" she said protectively.

"Mama Bear," Will grinned, raising his eyebrows suggestively and Shelby just rolled her eyes sending him into the family room; following a little bit behind. She didn't want to hover, but her girls were all so fragile right now, she knew she needed to hover a little bit. Her girls needed their Mama. "My gorgeous girls, how is everyone doing?" he asked walking into the room.

"Daddy," Brittany cried happily and she stood up and gave him a hug.

"Well hello my baby Bree. How are you?" he asked her.

"Good. The movie is good. Are you going to join us?" she asked.

"No, not right now, I have to go have a meeting with a lawyer and I have to leave quickly so I'm not late," he said casually.

Brittany pouted and sighed. "I really wanted you to watch this with us," she said.

"What if when I get home I will watch it with you," he suggested.

"I'm not watching it twice," Quinn whined.

"No whining Quinnie," Will said kindly, but with a firm voice and Quinn immediately blushed. "Perhaps I will watch the movie with Bree in her room, so you don't all have to watch the movie again if you don't want to. However, right now, I need hugs and kisses from my girls please, and I will be back as soon as possible," he told her.

The girls all reached to give Will a hug and then a kiss, with Santana being the last. She hung on extra tight and whimpered softly. "You're okay Sanny. You and Mama and your sisters are going to stay here and Daddy is just going out quickly. I won't be long," he told her and she continued to remain stiff in his arms. "Sanny, listen to me baby. When you girls came in here before and Daddy told you what was going to happen, is that what happened?" he asked her and she nodded. "So then my darling little Sanny, you know I'm not lying. I'm going to go for a little while, and then I will be back, just like before when I said Mama and I would be in the kitchen," he tried and she nodded tearfully. "Talk to me my sweet girl," he said.

"Mama," she whimpered and he nodded waving Shelby over. He passed Santana along and gave Shelby the last kiss, before heading off to meet he lawyer.

His entire drive, he couldn't think of anything except Santana's crumbling face as he left the door, Rachel's broken body when he first met her, Brittany's fearful look when he showed up at the coffee shop and saved her, and the look on Quinn's face when he sucker punched the guy for hurting his daughter. His knuckles throbbed at the memory and he heard the engine rev a bit in his car. He took a deep breath, calmed himself slightly and finished the drive to Covington Estates.

Covington Estates was a huge piece of property that Miranda had managed to gain by marrying into it. Her husband had passed away several years ago and now she ran the estates by herself, with hired help of course. Some of her help, even came from the pets she'd taken on. In lieu of payment for their time together, Miranda gave them a place to live, and jobs to do around the property, and they were more than willing to accommodate. She took excellent care of her pets, she was just much too intense for all the newbies that Bruce stumbled upon. His circle of people were much more the battered and abused cases, where as Miranda's circle was made of people who wanted to experience everything. The estates consisted of twenty four acres of land. On that land there was a small stable for both horses and people when they were in that mood of training, three houses for pets to stay in, and one house specifically for Miranda.

Will drove through the gates and pulled up to the very small welcome area just inside. It was a tiny little club house, that was used for interviewing new pets, hiring new ranchers, and general discussions that Miranda couldn't have outside the property due to personal reasons as they arose. She always made time for people when they needed to talk to her; most times the people had to come to her though. He parked his car, turned it off, and stepped out, to see a tall, thin, slightly grey haired man with sun glasses standing at the doorway of the club house. "Mr. Calvary?" Will asked politely.

"Yes, Mr. Schuester?" Bob asked and Will nodded. Bob held out his hand and Will was polite. He shook his hand and tried to remember that this was not the bad guy, he was just a guy doing his job. He was just representing the men who hurt his daughter, he wasn't the man who had been hurting his daughter. "Please, call me Bob," he said. "Madam Covington has set up a lovely little tea for us inside, so we can talk and go over information together. Are you willing to do that?" Bob asked kindly.

"I can stay for a little while yes. My children are waiting for me at home though, so if we could keep this brief I would appreciate it," Will said and Bob nodded his agreement and let Will inside ahead of him. Miranda had indeed set up a little tea. A small, red headed, young woman was finishing up setting the table just as the to men entered and she looked up and smiled.

"Good afternoon gentlemen. Madam Covington has asked me to set up tea and cucumber sandwiches for you, so that you may feel relaxed as you discussed what she called a heavy topic," the woman said.

"Very good Emma, you may leave," Miranda said appearing out of no where. Emma scampered toward her and Miranda stopped her. She took hold of her jaw and spoke gently. "You did very well. To your bedroom, in position, and wait for me there," Miranda said ending her orders with a searing kiss. Emma blushed, smiled, and went to do as told. "Gentlemen! It is wonderful to see you both, and I'm glad to provide you neutral ground for your discussion. I have two rules. No yelling and no blood. If you need anything, Ken will be just outside the door. Call him for any reason and you will both be civil," she said and with that she left.

"She's tough!" Bob said once she was gone.

"She's Miranda," Will smiled, and the two took a seat at the small table.

"I am not going to cut corners. First I'm going to tell you who I am, and then I am almost certain I owe you and your entire family an apology," he said and Will looked surprised. "My name is Bob Calvary. I've been practicing law for thirty years now and many years ago I opened an account at a bank. The bank was run by two men named Vincent London and Oliver Crane. It came to my understanding that these men were a couple, and while that is not my choice, I can't blame them for theirs. I may not understand it but really all they have to do is take care of my money. About two years ago, there was a young girl who was one of the tellers. Beautiful, brunette, young, and her eyes sparkled. She was genuinely kind to all the people who she assisted and began to know us as individuals. She would ask about our families, and for me personally, the day I won, one of the biggest cases of my career she baked me a cupcake. I don't know any bank teller that takes that much interest in their clients," Bob said and Will smiled. The woman sounded really nice. "The young woman however, took ill herself. We all asked about her, and we were told she was in a terrible car wreck, so I got together with some of the other members of the bank, that I knew personally and suggested we open an account for her, so that she could have some financial resource to tap into, since she was out of work for so long. The others didn't seem to go for it, and for reasons I will never understand, I decided to go for it. I set up an account, in my name, and the girl's name, and her name is Rachel Berry," he said.

Will paused, sitting stone still, with the sandwich half way to his lips. He hadn't meant to be so transparent and then he put his sandwich down. "Do you think what you did was the right thing to do?" Will asked and Bob was actually impressed about how calm Will was. The difference was, while Will was trying to be calm, Bob was now fully aware that Rachel was under Will's care in some capacity.

"Yes, I do, because I genuinely believed that she had taken ill and that Vincent and Oliver had her best interest at heart, until I realized that was not the case. Vincent and Oliver, always got angry when people asked about Rachel, and then I noticed that the money in our joint account started to deplete. Honestly at first, I thought it was for therapies, and doctor bills, and then when I asked about it, Oliver and Vincent got extremely annoyed. It was a quick burst of anger that dissipated as quickly as it came. I never really paid any attention to it, but it became more and more prevalent as time passed and eventually, Vincent especially, was just, well he was just, angry all the time. Right now, he's in jail, so I can understand why he's so angry, but everything leading up to that, should not have made him that way," Bob said.

"I'm sorry Bob, may I call you Bob?" Will asked and Bob smiled and nodded. "This is a very intriguing story and I do feel as though I'm learning a lot, but why do you owe my family an apology?" he asked, not sure where the rest of this story was going.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Well you see, Vincent and Oliver, while very good at running a bank, they are not the most intelligent of men. They have sharp desires, that they want done immediately, and loose lips, even without alcohol being added to their system. As I stated on the phone earlier, unfortunately, they are my current clients and I'm supposed to represent them. They've told me a lot of things about Rachel, things I wouldn't care to repeat to you, and things I would never wish on my worst enemy. My apology is because, I have verbal confirmation that the money I put into Rachel's account, on a fairly regular basis, has been withdrawn by them, to make bail every time, as well as some collateral that they were able to put up in addition. I am truly sorry for the mess and trauma it has caused your family."

"I don't mean this to sound rude or offensive, but what does any of this have to do with me?" Will asked.

"I know, with one hundred percent certainty, that you not only have custody of Rachel, but you are helping her heal, and in turn fighting this legal battle with those two idiots, and I wanted to represent your family," Bob said.

Will sat there staring, he wasn't sure what to make of that. He had three out of four daughters who were indeed pressing charges, and they all knew, that because of the detainment, the hearing, was going to be turned into some kind of trial, even if it was the group of them standing in front of the judge and telling their stories. "May I ask how you are so certain it is me that has "custody" of Rachel?" he asked purposefully quoting custody. "Based on your story, she's nineteen now, she is an adult and doesn't need custody," Will said.

"Without getting into too many specifics, I will remind you that we are at Miranda Covington's estate. That should tell you a lot right there," he said kindly and Will nodded his understanding.

"Wait, you said you wanted, past tense, so does that mean you cannot represent me?" Will asked.

"Unfortunately, that is correct. All information I have been told has been handed over ot the judge that is presiding over the case, and I am going to resign completely. I don't know who either lawyer will be, but I still want to help. As I said, I have been practicing law for quite a number of years, and I would very much like to help Rachel, and anyone else who might need it, with practice answering a cross examiner. I have a feeling that whomever is hired or appointed to represent my former clients, will be a shark. The last thing I want to see, is them getting away with, is what may quite possibly be an actual murder," Bob said.

"I need a little bit of time to think about it. May I have your contact information please?" Will asked and Bob happily handed it over. He would do whatever it took to help. Rachel was a special person who deserved good things and Vincent and Oliver deserved all the karma they had coming their way. If Bob could have some legal say in that, then he was more than willing to help.


Shelby sighed and tried to hold all her girls and it just wasn't working. Everyone wanted or needed their Mama and there was only so much room to work with. Santana had been curled up in her lap for the better part of an hour now, still hiccuping every so often as the slow tears continued to fall. She was so afraid Will wasn't coming back to them. Rachel was pressed against her left side as she sat just in front of the couch. Quinn was on her right side and Brittany was stretched out on the couch behind Shelby, playing with her hair as they all watched some game show. As soon as it went to commercial though, the weatherman made his announcement and Shelby closed her eyes, trying to stay calm. "Could a cold front ruin the farmers strawberries, news at eleven," he said and Santana's cries got a little more intense while Brittany and Quinn regressed in record time. It was very quickly apparent to Shelby that she had four three year olds, rather than four nineteen year olds who were simply nervous. She wasn't entirely sure what Rachel was scared of, but she was sure she'd find out sooner rather than later.

"Oh my goodness, what's wrong my girls?" she asked them and everyone just whimpered or cried, shaking against her. "Okay, okay, let's try this, let's have a little listening test," she said kindly. "Can all of my girls put their listening ears on?" she asked gently. She didn't like talking to her girls as toddlers, but that's what they needed at the moment. "Tell me baby girls. Let's have a little listening test. Does anyone know what today is?" she asked.

"Sah-day," Brittany whimpered.

"Very good Bree, today is Saturday, and on some Saturdays, what do Mama and Daddy do?" she asked. "Does anyone remember?" she pressed gently.

"No, s'ay Mama," Quinn begged, her speech slipping as far as it could, as fast as it could.

"Shhh, Mama's still here, I'm not leaving my girls, we just sometimes have date nights, where it's only Daddy and Mama," she told them and Santana, Quinn, and Brittany all cried. They didn't want to be pushed out into the cold that was coming and they were all very sure, that's what was about to happen. In that moment, Shelby realized she needed help.

The first person she reached out to was her husband via text. "Come home as soon as you can please. The girls heard the weather report, and are now afraid of the cold and they are freaking out about us going on date night. Everyone is about 3." Then she called Kelly and spoke kindly. "I need an extra adult please," she said.

"Are you beating my nieces?" Kelly responded, hearing everyone crying in the background.

"You're very funny. Let yourself in, as soon as you can get here please," Shelby said and then they hung up. She looked at Rachel and smiled gently. Rachel didn't seem too upset, she just seemed confused. She wasn't sure if she should be sad, or if this was something that she wouldn't understand. Shelby smiled, reached out and pet her cheek. "Hi baby girl, are you okay?" she asked as her other three daughters hung on to her and cried, although much softer by this point. "Talk to me sweetheart, what's up," Shelby said.

"Crying," Rachel said.

"Yes, your sisters are crying, because they are very sad or very scared. They haven't told me which yet. I'm betting on scared, but until they talk to me, I can't help them," she explained.

"Phone Mama?" Rachel asked and Shelby nodded.

"Yes baby, Mama was on the phone. I texted Daddy and I called Aunt Kelly," Shelby said.

"I good, Mama, I good!" Brittany cried.

"Of course you are baby," Shelby said reaching an arm up behind her and petting Brittany's head gently. "You are one of Mama's four good girls," Shelby cooed gently. The arm she used had been the one wrapped around Santana and as soon as it left her body, Santana snaked her arms around Shelby, squeezed tightly, and Shelby could feel her trembling. "Breathe my girls. Everyone has to breathe with Mama, right now," she said and she used her mistress voice to say it.

Everyone sort of followed directions and once they were relatively calm, Shelby decided it was okay for Rachel to continue her questions, if she had any more. When she looked at Rachel, Rachel took a breath and thought for a second. "Mama, I know?" she asked.

"What do you want to know sweetheart?" Shelby asked.

Rachel reached out and carefully took Quinn's hand. "Why crying Quinnie?" she asked softly. Her speech was broken and she was using as few words as possible, but she wasn't lisping the words and Shelby was grateful for small favors.

"No cold, no cold," Quinn whimpered, repeating it several times and squeezing Rachel's hand. She didn't care if everyone knew she was afraid.

While Rachel was processing what was being communicated to her, they heard the door open and shut. "Hello?" a voice called out.

"In here Kel," Shelby called and in walked Kelly, wearing her favorite pair of blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and a pair of flip flops. "Nice feet," Shelby teased her and while her tone and smile said "it's great to see you', her eyes screamed "help me" and Kelly shook her head.

She took note of the situation and smiled. "Why don't Bree and Rae and Aunt Kelly all go into the kitchen and make something," she said.

"Lunch, make lunch," Shelby said.

"It's nearly three o'clock in the afternoon. You haven't eaten lunch yet?" Kelly asked and Shelby shook her head. Brittany and Rachel seemed the most calm out of the four girls and so Kelly knelt down. "Hi baby Bree," she smiled, petting her hair and face gently and Brittany latched on quickly. Brittany was the only one of the four, to latch on to anyone, when she needed comfort. If Mama and Daddy weren't around, then whatever family or community member were close enough to hold, were good enough for her. "Oooh, I missed you too sweetheart. Will you come with Rae and Aunt Kelly into the kitchen?" she asked. It was more than clear that all the girls were toddler status at the moment and should be treated the same as Mackenzie and Courtney. Gentle and simple were the two key things to remember at the moment. Kelly had only seen them this bad one time, but they hadn't regressed so far. In her mind, whatever had scared them, was far worse than the last incident.

What Shelby had realized was that her girls accepted the fact they had parents in the form of Master and Mistress when they needed that, but in the grand scheme of things, they had parents who truly loved and cared for them, and they didn't want to give that up, it was why they hung on so tightly when they were so scared. Will and Shelby broke through all their defenses and now they just had daughters. "Yes, lunch please," Shelby said. "Something easy," she said.

Kelly nodded and smiled. "What do you say girls, will you be my helpers in the kitchen?" she asked. Brittany nodded silently and Rachel looked to Shelby.

"You don't have to if you don't want to sweetheart. I won't be mad if you want to stay next to Mama," she told her.

"Mama mad?" she asked.

"Not at all baby. I just need a little bit of help, because my girls are scared and need their Mama, which is okay. It's just a little cumbersome to have all of you next to me, holding me, as I move around the kitchen. It's why Aunt Kelly came to help. I can't have my girls going hungry," she said and Rachel nodded.

"I help," Rachel told Kelly and Kelly smiled at her, giving her a kiss to her cheek.

"That is wonderful news sweetheart, thank you for that. Do you need assistance getting into the kitchen, or are your legs and hips all better?" she asked her gently.

"Litta better," Rachel said honestly.

"Rae, you are one of Mama's four, very brave girls. I am very proud of you," Shelby smiled. "Maybe Aunt Kelly can hold your hips as you walk, like Daddy and I do," she suggested and Rachel nodded her agreement. Shelby was being kind and protective, that didn't feel threatening, so going away from her would be safe and she could still see her from the kitchen.

"What about you Bree, are you going to come with Aunt Kelly too?" Kelly asked her gently.

"Mama," Brittany whimpered.

Shelby nodded and held out her arms. Kelly guided Brittany to Shelby's open side and Brittany hung on tightly. The thing Shelby didn't like was they weren't calming down. They were still very worked up, even though the person they wanted was holding them. They were all trembling, and Shelby was slightly worried that this was more than just a fearful moment. "Come on my lovely Rae. You come with Aunt Kelly and be my special helper in the kitchen. I bet once everyone has a full belly, they'll all feel better," she smiled and off they went.


Will pulled into the driveway an hour later and saw Kelly's car in front of the house. His hair immediately stood up on the back of his neck and he knew their date night was not going to happen. The girls needed to be informed about their new lawyer and if three out of four were already worked up about the weather, number four was going to be worked up about the lawyer. He stood outside the house and called over to Karen to inform her, date night was cancelled for this time.

"I was looking forward to taking my granddaughters to a movie," she said.

"And you still can, just maybe not tonight. Quinnie, Sanny, and Bree, are freaking out because they heard a cold front is coming through and Rae is going to freak out when I tell her all the legal information I just gathered," he said.

"Do you want Dad and I to bring dinner over?" she asked.

"Yes, that we'll take, but a late dinner please. They had a late start to their day. Maybe seven thirty?" Will asked.

"We will see you then. At the very least we'll watch the girls while you and Shelby try to take a shower by yourselves," Karen suggested.

"Thanks Mom, see you then," he said and then he hung up and went inside. Kelly was in the kitchen, with Brittany, Rachel, and Quinn, while Santana was still curled up tight on Shelby's lap, panting softly, with swollen eyes, even though she was sleeping against her Mama now. "She's been like this all day?" Will asked and Shelby nodded.

"Since you left, and she won't let go," Shelby said softly, pulling Santana closer, adjusting her, and the young brunette gasped in her sleep and let out a soft shriek. "We tried to get her to eat before, but every time I try to let go, she gasps and holds on tighter. Even in her sleep, she is not relaxed."

"I called mom and dad. Date night is off. I have news that is good, but may upset Rae, and none of them are in any condition to leave the house tonight. It's too soon from now. Mom and Dad are coming over with dinner though, around seven thirty," he said and Shelby gave him a kiss.

"I love you," she said.

"You better," he teased and with a kiss to her temple he moved to the couch. "I'm going to take her from you. Go see our other daughters or use the bathroom, or whatever you'd like, but I'll stay with her for now," he said. He bent over and carefully put a good grip on Santana's body, before lifting her up into his lap. He tugged her gently, and she whimpered in her sleep, but was quickly soothed by his voice. "It's okay baby, Daddy's got you," he said softly. "Daddy's here, you're okay, go back to sleep," he said, rubbing her back as he laid down on the couch and she laid against him. She turned her head to tuck it under his chin and gripped on tightly to him again. "My little koala bear," he smiled and with that Shelby went into the kitchen.

"It's my other three girls," she smiled. "Ooooh, mac and cheese," she said and Brittany immediately picked up her fork, stabbed it with several noodles and offered it to Shelby. "Thank you baby girl," she smiled and she took the offered bite. "Mmm," she smiled. "Can Mama repay the favor she asked, moving to stand behind Brittany. "Can Mama feed Bree in return?" she asked and Brittany went stone still, didn't move a muscle and she stared at Shelby. "Come on, it's okay. I won't if you don't want me to," she said, but Brittany simply opened her mouth, and looked terrified. She'd do whatever it took to stay in the house and out of the cold. "Shhh, Bree, it's okay baby, it's just Mama," Shelby said seeing her go off into her head and start to relive some terrible memory. "Come here baby," she said and she pulled Brittany into her arms, and sat down where Brittany had been sitting. She kept her on her lap and cuddled her tight. It took five seconds for Brittany to snake her arms around Shelby and grip her so tight, that Shelby had to gasp for air. Brittany was terrified.

Shelby took a deep breath and cooed softly to her terrified little girl, rubbing her back in long gentle strokes. It was beautiful to watch and also heartbreaking, so Kelly spoke up. "So what are your plans for the evening?" Kelly asked with a slight smirk.

"Nothing special, Will and I are going to stay home with our girls. My parents are bringing us all dinner, and that's going to be our Saturday night. However, I do think that maybe tonight, everyone will wear their new warm pajamas after we all take nice warm baths or showers, and maybe sit in the hot tub for a while," she said.

"Mama and Daddy have a hot tub Rae?" Kelly asked her, trying to engage her in conversation. She'd been very helpful while they cooked lunch, but she didn't say anything, she just shook her head and once again, Rachel simply nodded a yes. "Where is it?" Kelly asked kindly.

"Uh-s'airs," Rachel said softly and before Shelby could remind Rachel to add on the words Aunt Kelly, Kelly tapped her hand gently and shook her head. It wasn't the time to remind Rachel to practice.

"Oh wow, well that sounds fun. Uncle Justin and Aunt Kelly don't have a hot tub, we have a bathtub attached to a shower though. We didn't get the fancy jets in our tub, like Mama and Daddy have," she said and Rachel nodded her understanding and very carefully took another small bite. "And what about you Quinnie. Do you take baths in Mama's hot tub?" she asked her and Quinn simply nodded. "And tell me about your new pajamas, those sound fun, do you all have them?' she asked and Quinn nodded again. "Are they two pieces or one?" she asked and Quinn held up one finger. Shelby kept quiet and very gently hand fed Brittany her lunch. She was determined to not focus on the fact that three of her daughters were either not speaking or using as few words as possible to communicate. "Are Mama and Daddy's one piece too?" she asked and Quinn nodded. "You all have sleep onesies?" she asked and again Quinn nodded before finally speaking.

"Wif feet," she said softly.

"Oooh, those are the best kind. They keep you extra warm in the winter, when it's really cold out, don't they?" she asked and Quinn shrugged before her mind raced. Was that what was going to happen? Were they going to be dressed into onesies and then locked outside during the cold nights. She knew they wouldn't be put outside naked, so she decided, she was just going to remain naked. She'd be calm up until bath time and then once she was dried, she would remain naked, so she wouldn't be thrown out. She would go first, so that she could protect her sisters.

"Quinnie baby, are you done?" Shelby asked kindly, looking into the half full bowl of food and Quinn didn't respond. She just sat there thinking of all the things she could do to avoid getting dressed after her bath that night. "Quinnie baby," Shelby repeated. "Two more bites baby and then you can go see Daddy and Sanny in the living room," she said.

"Daddy?" Rachel asked.

"Yes baby, Daddy's home. You can go see him, as long as you have two more bites, just like Quinnie okay?" Shelby explained, although it wasn't really a question. She needed her girls to eat something and she was fairly sure that Kelly had purposefully not put a lot in their bowls to begin with. They were all pretty worked up by the time it got to be lunch. Quinn and Rachel took their two bites, were each praised for it, and Kelly took them into the other room while Shelby continued to hold Brittany in her arms.

"Mama," Brittany whimpered from her cradled position in Shelby's lap.

"Yes baby, Mama's here and I've got you nice and safe," she told her.

"Mama s'ay," she pleaded.

"Stay where baby girl?" she asked holding a forkful of food to her lips and Brittany ate it, calming down relatively quickly.

"Mama s'ay home," she begged, hiccuping and then resting against Shelby.

"You know what? I think Mama and Daddy should stay home tonight. I think Mama should help all her little girls take a bath, one at a time, and get dressed into nice warm pajamas, and then we will all snuggle in for a movie," Shelby said. "I also think maybe Grandma Karen and Grandpa Frank should come over too," she suggested offering Brittany another forkful, but Brittany refused. She couldn't eat any more food. She was too full and too tired and her stomach wasn't calm at all since she'd been crying for a good portion of the afternoon. "Come on baby Bree, talk to Mama sweetheart, why are you so scared?" she asked her gently. She genuinely wanted to know and she was fairly sure Brittany was the one who would actually open up to her.

Brittany simply whimpered and Shelby dropped her voice, trying again. "Come on sweetheart. Bree and Mama will go up to Bree's room and sit in her special chair and just talk quietly together. Do you think you can try that?" she asked her kindly and Brittany nodded. As long as her Mama didn't let go of her, she was willing to try. "Come on lovely girl," she said and she was able to set Brittany on her feet and guide her upstairs, being sure to stay out of site from the other girls. What Shelby needed was one on one time with her girls.

They made it upstairs and Shelby sat in the chair, pulling Brittany into her lap and cuddling her close and Brittany snuggled in. It was nice to have her Mama. She was going to soak it up, for as long as she could. She and Santana and Quinn, were very afraid that this was the weekend all the cold torture would start again. They'd never lived with anyone as a pet that didn't torture them with cold. They had been shown over and over again in the six months they were with Shelby and Will that they were loved, and wanted, but it was incredibly hard to believe and now that winter was coming, it was too much for them. "You are my beautiful little ballerina Bree and I'm so proud of you," Shelby told her and Brittany just smiled. "Do you think you will talk to Mama?" she asked.

Brittany thought for a moment and then nodded, resting her head on Shelby's shoulder and curling into her side a bit. The curled up position made her feel safe. Hearing Shelby's heartbeat made her feel safe. When she had Shelby's arms around her, she knew everything would be okay, even if she was getting spanked. Shelby gave her pure love, all the time. "Thank you baby, let's start easy okay?" she said kindly and Brittany agreed.

"Sanny no ta'k no mo'e," she said before Shelby could even try to form a question or start a conversation that would further scare her baby girl

"Ever again?" Shelby asked and Brittany shrugged. She didn't know the answer to that part of the question. "Well that makes me very sad, but I can't force her to do something she isn't ready for," Shelby said gently. "Do you know why she isn't going to talk?"

"Miss Kate made it too cold," Brittany said clearly and Shelby took a deep breath. This was about to get very intense.

"She did?" Shelby asked and Brittany nodded. "When did she make it too cold baby?"

"In da rooms at nye. She made it cold, cause she didn't have money I think, so she stole-d from us, an kept all da blankets for herself," Brittany said and as much as she was talking, she wasn't saying anything Shelby didn't already know.

"That was very mean of her, and I'm so glad that we have you now, so you know that when it gets cold outside, this house, your house, will be nice and warm, and so will you. That's why we bought all those cool new pajamas," she said and Brittany nodded.

"She put ice in Sanny," Brittany said sadly. She'd been forced to watch on more than one occasion and she cried every time. This was also not news to Shelby. In the six months the three had been there, this had been communicated already, unfortunately on more than one occasion.

"Do you think that's why Sanny isn't talking? Is she afraid that we'll do the same to her?" Shelby pressed.

"No," Brittany said simply. "We all 'f'aid Mama," Brittany admitted.

"Well that makes me very sad, that you're afraid and I can't help you," Shelby said kindly. "Will you tell me what you're afraid of?" Shelby pressed kindly, "Even if you don't want to tell me about your sisters. What if you just tell me about what's scaring you," Shelby tried.

"Da man said is gonna be cold," she said.

"He did," Shelby agreed. "He said that the cold front is coming in and we're going to have a few cold nights in a row and then it'll be gone."

"No, s'eep ow-sigh," Brittany said softly, regressing very quickly. She had to get to a safe place and somehow that safe place was toddlerhood.

"Bree my love, you have known Mama for six months now, yes?" she asked and Brittany nodded her agreement, although she felt very tense. She was scared that she was now in trouble, but she couldn't think of what she'd done wrong. "And in those six months, have Mama or Daddy, ever expressed a plan to sleep outside, at least that you're aware of," Shelby said.

"Nah you Mama, us. Me, Sanny, Quinnie," she said.

"Oh, I see, you think Mama and Daddy are going to make you sleep outside in the cold," Shelby said and Brittany nodded and broke down into tears. "Oh my baby Bree," Shelby said and she shifted Brittany in her lap a bit. "You're okay baby, you're okay," Shelby cooed and she waited for Brittany to calm down, before she set to reassuring her. "Bree my love, Mama and Daddy will never, ever force you to sleep outside. That is not where my daughters belong. My daughters belong in their house, this house, in their beds, or in Mama and Daddy's beds," Shelby told her kindly.

Brittany simply whimpered and babbled and Shelby did not understand a lot of what Brittany was saying. She caught about every third or fourth word. "Mama... ice... sorry... can't... down... good girl," Brittany babbled.

"Shhh, okay, okay, breathe baby, look at Mama, we'll breathe together," Shelby said kindly as she pet the side of Brittany's face and worked with her to get her breathing under control. "Bree, listen very carefully, are you ready?" she asked her. "We're going to do three things, just you and Mama, okay? First, we're going to go into mama's bathroom. Secondly, I'm going to give you a bath, and lastly we're going to get you into your new warm fuzzy pajamas," Shelby explained. "Do you remember when we took pictures in them for Grandma? We had a big photo shoot," Shelby said.

"Mama," Brittany whimpered. "I dough wanna s'eep ow-sigh," she pushed out carefully and Shelby simply wrapped her in a hug.

"Tell me baby. Say it back to Mama. What are the three things we're going to do?" Shelby pressed gently. "Do you remember?" she asked.

"Mama's room," Brittany said.

"Very good, what's the second thing?" she asked.

"Baf, an Jam-mahs," she whimpered.

"Very good baby girl," Shelby smiled. "Now, if you like I will carry you, but that's something that you get to make the decision about, not me," she said and Brittany simply held on to Shelby and trembled. "Easy baby girl, nice and calm, you're safe with Mama," she told her and then she carried her into the master bathroom and gave her little girl a bath.


Shelby helped Brittany out of the bath and cuddled her for a good fifteen minutes before she brought Brittany into the bedroom, got her dressed, and then took her downstairs and looked at her family. Santana was still a lump in Will's lap and Quinn and Rachel were snuggled up on the floor. Quinn very quickly moved to Brittany when she saw her in the pajamas and she went to take her out of them. There was no way they were going to put them outside naked, so they had to stay naked. "Quinnie, no," Brittany whined, slapping at her sister, trying to get her away.

"No, take them off," Quinn hissed and not even Will or Shelby heard her. "They won't put us outside naked," she said under her breath and before they knew what was happening, Brittany was naked in the living room.

"Quinn Lucy, we do not undress people without permission. Help her put it back on," Will scolded.

"No, no c'ose!" Quinn shouted at him.

"Quinn Lucy, step away from your sister," Shelby said sternly.

"No c'ose!" Quinn cried out and as Brittany tried to get dressed, to avoid getting in trouble herself, Quinn kept clawing at the fabric to take it down.

"Young lady, that is enough!" Shelby said and she moved in quickly and gave Quinn a quick smack and then pulled her away from Brittany. "Sit with Daddy, Bree," she said and then she rounded on Quinn. "And you young lady, you come with me right now," Shelby said and she went to lead Quinn out of the room, but Quinn fought, kicked, screamed, twisted and squirmed to get away. She wasn't going to let this happen. She had to get back to Brittany, get her out of her pajamas, and find a way to keep them all naked. Will and Shelby were genuine people and wouldn't make them sleep outside in the cold, if they were naked. Quinn was convinced they would make them sleep outside in the new pajamas though. "Quinn Lucy, you will stop this behavior immediately," Shelby scolded as she took her out of the room and when Quinn didn't stop, she spanked her all the way up the stairs as they walked. When they got to the top, Quinn tried to dart back down, but it didn't work, because Shelby caught her around her waist, sat down, put Quinn over her knee and spanked her bottom at least twenty times.

She kept her pinned in place after the last smack and put her hand on Quinn's back and felt nothing out of the ordinary. She stood her up, holding her firmly in place and put a hand on her chest, waiting to feel something out of order. Quinn's asthma had to be closely watched. She showed no signs of an impending attack, so Shelby took her face and spoke sternly. "Young lady, I am very disappointed in your behavior. There is no need to act like a little Tasmanian devil," Shelby said seriously. "Now, we are going to go into the bathroom, have a bath, and get dressed into pajamas, and if you continue to fight me, we will be having a conversation with the hairbrush, and I don't care if your naughty little bottom is wet or not, do you understand me?" she asked and Quinn froze. She didn't acknowledge anything, she decided to save her energy, she was not getting into pajamas and she didn't care if her backside was spanked to bleeding. She was staying naked. Quinn was just as stubborn as the rest of the members of the household, including her parents.

Shelby took her into the bathroom and made sure her flat backed hair brush was nearby. She was going to spank Quinn if she misbehaved, and she knew she could give her a spanking with the brush and not have her go into an attack. She and Will knew when to stop. They knew how to watch Quinn's body for tell tale signs of an attack. She stripped Quinn out of her clothes and holding her hand helped her into the tub and told her to sit down and Quinn whimpered at the impending sting, she knew was coming. "I do not feel sorry for you little one," Shelby said calmly. "You knew where we were heading and you didn't listen and naughty little girls in this house get spanked," she told her and she waited very patiently for Quinn to sit down. It stung a lot at first, and then a little less, until finally, after some time, Quinn was able to sit down fully and Shelby nodded her approval. "Much better," she told her, letting go of her wrist and grabbing a washcloth.

The bath went very smoothly and Quinn calmed down and didn't fight Shelby at all. She let her wash her face, her body, her hair, and then rinse her completely clean. She never even made a peep of resistance, she just let it happen. However when Shelby took her out of the tub, dried her off, and took her into the bedroom, Quinn started up again. "Lay on the bed baby, I'll help you," Shelby said kindly and Quinn laid down and rolled away from Shelby, prepared to run, but Shelby caught her ankle and held on tightly, so Quinn set to screaming, kicking, and struggling trying to get away. "Quinn, enough," Shelby scolded as she wrestled one foot into place and got it halfway up Quinn's leg. Quinn twisted and rolled away, presenting her bare bottom, with a chance to get smacked and Shelby took full advantage of it. She spanked her three times in quick succession and Quinn howled. It wasn't all that painful, but she was so aggravated and scared, that her scream for help, came out as a painful howl. "You are being a very naughty little girl Quinn," Shelby scolded her. She wrestled her into the pajamas and then held her tightly on her lap. "Stop it right now Quinnie or we can have this talk while I spank your bottom," Shelby warned and Quinn didn't listen, she continued to struggle as hard as she could.

Shelby let the fight go out of her and once Quinn was completely exhausted, she reached into the nightstand, pulled out a ping pong paddle, and showed it to Quinn. "Why do I have this?" she asked her seriously and Quinn whimpered and shook her head no.

"Nothing is going to happen, until we determine why it's going to happen, but it is going to happen," Shelby said seriously. "Now, when you can speak, tell me why I have this in my hand," Shelby said.

"Beat me," Quinn pushed out finally.

"Try again Quinnie. Mama and Daddy, do not beat any of our girls. You don't deserve that. You didn't earn it, and you never will. You do earn spankings though, so tell me why I have this paddle in my hand," she said calmly. Her voice was soft and gentle and she was being a good Miss, a good Mama, and explaining things before they happened.

"S'ank me," Quinn said after a few moments of silence.

"Yes, and why am I going to spank you? What did you do to earn a spanking with the paddle?" she pressed.

"No, c'ose, no side!" Quinn screamed and she set back to pushing and struggling, so Shelby did what she didn't want to do. She put Quinn over her lap, pinned her down as best she could and spanked her with the paddle through her pajamas. "NO SIDE!" Quinn screamed and Shelby blocked out the painful cries and counted in her head. At ten Quinn was still screaming. Something was wrong, so she stopped the spanking and held Quinn tightly on her lap.

"Quinn Lucy Fabray Corcoran Schuester," Shelby said softly in her ear. "There will be no more screaming and you will work to stop crying. We are not moving from this spot until you do so. When you are calm, we are going to have a very serious listening test," Shelby told her. It took fifteen minutes for Quinn to calm down and once again, Shelby put her palm and Quinn's chest, waiting to feel if an asthma attack was occurring or possibly about to. When nothing felt wrong, she checked her back, and then felt satisfied. "Quinn Lucy, I am very serious. We are going to move into Quinn's bedroom and sit together on Quinn's chair, and we are going to have a very serious listening test. You are not going to speak, you are going to listen and write," Shelby said and Quinn felt shivers run through her body as fear slid straight to her stomach. Shelby stood up and with a strength, neither she nor Quinn, knew she had, she carried Quinn into her bedroom and sat down in the chair holding Quinn tightly. "Now, listen to me very closely. Grandma and Grandpa will be here very soon with dinner, however we are not leaving this room until your listening test is complete. If you want to throw a tantrum, go right ahead, but it will only get you spanked and we're not going easy anymore. Any spanking you earn for yourself will be with the paddle. Nod if you understand," Shelby instructed and Quinn nodded her understanding. It was the first time in half an hour that Shelby was sure she had gotten through to her.

Shelby picked up the small white board with the box of markers and opened it carefully. Quinn thought about throwing them all on the floor, but that was quickly squashed when Shelby spoke. "I am serious about your tantrums Quinn. You can have them, and you can throw all the markers on the floor, but if you do that, you're going to get the paddle," Shelby said pointing to it and when Quinn remembered the sting that was still in her backside, she decided not to. Shelby let her calm down a little more and then spoke. "I need Quinn to write her name at the very top of this board," Shelby said handing her the green marker.

"Quinn," she wrote and then put the marker down. She really wanted to throw it and run away and get back to Brittany. She had to keep everyone else safe and naked, because it was going to be too cold outside even with the new pajamas she was wearing.

Shelby was a little disappointed that it just said Quinn, but that was something she was going to have to let go for the moment. "Very good, now write my name over here," she said tapping an empty space and her heart sank when Quinn wrote Madam Shelby Corcoran Schuester. She covered very well though and spoke kindly. "Do you have any other names?" she asked her tapping just under Quinn's name.

"Quinn Lucy Fabray Corcoran Schuester/Quinnie/Lady Bug," she wrote carefully and Shelby nodded. Quinn was potentially dragging out this exercise, so Shelby continued.

"Do I have any other names?" she asked.

"Miss/Mama," Quinn wrote.

"Very good, and what did Quinn get spanked for in the hallway before?" she asked tapping a new space on the board.

"Struggling," she wrote.

"Correct and why did Quinn get spanked in the bedroom?"

"Fighting," she wrote.

"Very good, and now you are going to think about this. You screamed two words at me, the entire time. First off is screaming at Mama something you should be doing if there is no emergency happening?" she asked and Quinn shook her head no. She hadn't been instructed to write anywhere. "No, it isn't, and what were the two words you screamed at me?" Shelby asked tapping another space on the board and Quinn paused the marker in the air, but didn't write anything. She closed her eyes and tried to remember her words. She knew them, but she was stalling and she was stalling on purpose. If she could avoid the rest of this test, and dinner, then no one would be put outside for the night. Then she panicked and realized Brittany was in her pajamas and ready, which was a bad thing. Once again, she messed up. She wasn't perfect and she wasn't protecting her sisters. She pushed and struggled her way out of Shelby's lap, pushing her pajamas off her body, and running downstairs, pushing Brittany out of her pajamas.

"No clothes," she told Brittany softly and then wrapped her in a warm hug and stood there. Shelby and Will were watching, in frustration and confusion when the front door opened and in walked Shelby's parents. Quinn looked like a deer caught in headlights and ran away into the kitchen, tugging Brittany behind her, and they both hid behind the island.

"Well that's one way to settle things," Shelby laughed. She felt bad for her daughter, because clearly something was wrong, but if she was gong to be honest, she found humor in the situation. Quinn had wanted, so badly for some reason, to be naked in her house, and now that she was and company was over, she was shy about her body and had no clothes to get back in to.

"Is everything okay sweetheart?" Frank asked.

"Yes, I'm sure it will be. I just need you to stay out of the kitchen for a little while please," Shelby smiled and Will nodded his agreement. There were pets who signed up to be humiliated at times, but their girls did not fall into that category. She then looked at Will and spoke. "You try, I'm not connecting with her for some reason and she kept telling me no side. Bree said that before, so I'm thinking she means outside, but until she communicates, I won't know for sure," Shelby said.

"No worries. Let me settle my little koala and I will take Quinn upstairs," Will smiled. He very gently moved a now, peacefully sleeping Santana onto the couch and she stretched out a bit, whimpering at the loss of body contact. Hearing that, Rachel moved in and snugged her from behind, spooning with her sister to keep her calm and happy, while Will scooped up Brittany's pajamas and then went into the kitchen. "Here Bree, you can get dressed now sweetheart," he told her and she started to put her clothes back on and before Quinn could protest, Will took Quinn's hand and then her face gently. "You and me, upstairs, let's go," he said and she gave a very pitiful look. He meant business and once again, she was just proving to herself and the rest of the world, she wasn't perfect.