I do not own Glee or any of the characters created by Ryan Murphy. If I did we would see way more of Shelby. This story will contain spanking of a teenager. If that's not your thing stop reading now and go read something else.
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"Hello," Rachel groggily moved to answer her cell phone.
"Hi princess, how are you?" Hiram Berry's voice came through the phone.
"I'm tired," Rachel replied before turning over only to hiss and roll back to her side.
"Rachel, are you alright?" Leroy's voice came through this time and Rachel figured they were on speaker phone.
"I'm fine, daddies. My bottom is just a little sore." She finally confessed.
"Shelby spanked you, then?"
"Yes, Daddy," Rachel sighed. "She wasn't happy that I put myself in danger with lying to you and forging the emails. She made that displeasure very well known."
"Other than that, how are you?" Leroy asked again.
"I'm good Dad," Rachel smiled through the phone. "I miss you guys but I'm glad I get to spend time with Shelby. I think it will be good for me." Rachel admitted.
"So do we," Hiram's voice was quiet. "We just wanted to check in with you and let you know that we support Shelby fully in regards to you."
"Thank you, daddies." Rachel smiled again. "That means so much to me and I know it means a lot to Shelby. She's really taken to this being a parent thing."
Leroy chuckled. "Lit your behind on fire did she?"
"I think there were flames coming off it last night," Rachel quipped as her fathers laughed.
"You still want to stay there, then?" Hiram asked. "Even after being grounded and spanked."
"Yeah," Rachel's voice was soft. "I don't like being grounded and I hated being, um, spanked," she admitted. "But I know that Shelby did it because she cares about me."
"Are you still okay with us being gone for a month?"
"Yes, Dad." Rachel assured Leroy. "I'm going to enjoy getting to know Shelby and you two enjoy your trip as well."
"We will." Her fathers chorused. We love you, Princess and we'll call you soon. We need to go now. Be good and listen to Shelby."
"I love you too and I will. Bye daddies."
"Bye, Princess!" The Berry men hung up the phone and Rachel put hers back on the nightstand. Looking at the clock she decided nine o'clock was as good a time as any to get up.
Being sure not to put pressure on her still sore bottom Rachel left the warmth of her bed and pulled her pajama bottoms on before grabbing her phone and exiting her room in search of her mother and breakfast.
Rachel looked in Shelby's bedroom and not seeing the woman there headed down the stairs. Hearing noises coming from the kitchen she finally made her way there and simply watched as her mother put the finishes touches on whatever she was making.
Turning around Shelby started slightly when she noticed her daughter staring at her. "Morning, sweetie."
"Morning, Mama." Rachel replied surprised when the word slipped so easily from her.
Seeing Shelby's wide smile Rachel was glad she'd allowed it to slip before walking over to her mother relishing the hug she was given. "What are you doing?"
"Making us breakfast," Shelby replied. "Don't worry, it's all vegan friendly. Juice is in the fridge or there is coffee made if you'd rather have that."
"Juice is fine," Rachel yawned. "Coffee and I don't really get along. It can make me a bit hyper."
"Ah, well, then, the glasses are in this cupboard," Shelby pointed to the cupboard above the dishwasher. "Go ahead and get your drink and let's sit down and eat."
Nodding Rachel got her juice and sat down only to jump up again and rub her bottom as her mother chuckled. "I forgot," Rachel said sheepishly.
"I guess," Shelby nodded. "Come on, baby, sit down and eat."
"Can I have a pillow?"
Shelby shook her head, "Nope. I didn't go through all that trouble of spanking you just to give you a pillow so you won't feel the reminder sting. You'll be fine."
"Fine?" Rachel pouted. "But my bottom is sore and I can't find a comfortable spot." She announced sitting gingerly and squirming on her chair.
"I'm pretty sure that nobody has died of a sore bottom, Rachel." Shelby deadpanned. Pointing to the food in front of her daughter she raised an eyebrow. "Eat."
Sighing deeply Rachel picked up her fork, "I'll try, just know I won't be at my best today with this throbbing in my backside."
"I'm sure you'll live." Shelby teased.
Rachel huffed and began to eat her breakfast in silence which was suddenly broken by the sound of her cell phone. Looking at it she smiled and opened it. "Hello?"
"Yeah, I'd love to, sure, I can be ready in an hour," Rachel heard a clearing of a throat and looked at her mother who was shaking her head. "Um, just a minute, Kurt."
"What?"
"You're grounded, Rachel." Shelby reminded the girl.
"But, I, my dads, I mean," Rachel sighed at the look her mother was giving her and put the phone back to her ear. "I'm sorry, Kurt, I can't meet you. I just can't. Fine, I'm grounded for the entire week."
Rachel rolled her eyes as Kurt's questions began rapid fire, "Kurt, it's nothing serious. No, my dads won't be letting me off for good behavior. I said the whole week, Kurt. Yeah, I know usually I'm off by now. Because, Kurt, fine."
Rachel huffed in exasperation, "I'm with my mom and trust me there is no way I'm going to be let off this grounding early." Rachel glared at her mother and held the phone away from her ear when she heard Kurt screech. "Goodbye, Kurt."
Rachel ended the call and sighed as heavily as she could. "You know Kurt's right. I'm usually done with being grounded by my dads by the second day."
"Rachel you haven't even had a day of being grounded yet." Shelby informed her daughter. "And you were very right. You will not be getting off this grounding early, young lady."
"But since my dads would have let me off the grounding by now, shouldn't you do the same?" Rachel tried.
"No," Shelby smirked. "Nice try, kiddo. Finish your breakfast and then get dressed."
"Why? I mean if I'm just staying home why get dressed?"
"Because you are coming with me to the grocery store. I need to make sure that I have things you'll eat in the house. Besides, I'd hate to think of you spending the entire spring break locked up in the house with no other human interaction than your mom."
Rolling her eyes at her mother's dramatics Rachel finally grinned, "And daddy thought I got the dramatics from him. You have him beat by a mile." She teased as her mother laughed.
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"I said no, Rachel." Shelby's voice was firm as Rachel waved the DVD in front of her mother's face.
"But it's Barbra, how can you say no to Barbra?" Rachel whined.
"You're grounded, Rachel. No TV this week."
"It's not TV, Mama," Rachel protested. "It's a movie. There is a big difference. Besides, it's Barbra." She tried again with a pout.
"And the answer is still no." Shelby held firm though she did smile at the cute pout her daughter graced her with once more. No wonder the Berry men folded when they tried to punish her. Rachel's flair for drama and those big chocolate eyes were made for getting out of punishments. "It's a good thing I invented those looks," Shelby thought to herself as Rachel moved to hug her and look up her once more.
"Please, Mama, please?"
Sighing, Shelby took the DVD from her daughter's hand and turned the girl giving Rachel a well-placed swat to her bottom. "No."
Holding up her hands at Rachel's protests Shelby found herself turning into her own mother, "And since you seem to be so bored right now, I think you can go clean the bathrooms to keep busy."
"Clean the bathrooms?" Rachel threw herself onto the couch. "For never having been a mom before you sure do seem to know how to torture your kid." She huffed.
"That's because I laid awake in bed all last night trying to think of ways to torture you throughout your grounding." Shelby teased.
Looking at her mother through narrowed eyes, Rachel huffed once more. "Great, my mom is a comedienne."
Shelby flopped on the couch next to her daughter and pulled her into a side hug. "Seriously, Rachel, do you think you're the only teenager ever to have been grounded by her mother?"
Rachel shifted and put her head on her mother's shoulder, "Really? Do tell."
Shelby sighed and kissed her daughter on the temple before beginning her story. "I was fourteen and my friends and I decided to have a slumber party at my best friend's house. My parents were out having dinner with friends and I knew I wouldn't have to see them until the next morning."
Rachel nodded and waited. "Well, Sara Abrams had an older sister who just happened to let us into her stash of alcohol."
"She let you?" Rachel asked and Shelby nodded.
"It's not like we asked first," Shelby smirked. "So anyway, there we were, Sara Abrams, Lucy Miller, Kelly Brown, and me. In my first act of real rebellion I drank so much that I passed out."
Rachel gasped. "That's not the worst of it though, the worst of it was that my folks had heard rumors of their daughter and her friends running around Sara Abrams neighborhood drunk."
Rachel giggled but quieted at the mock glare Shelby gave her, "Go on," the girl encouraged.
"Well, my mother called and asked to speak with me. They couldn't wake me up and my father decided to take matters into his own hands and come over to Sara's house to pick me up for the night."
"Where were Sara's parents?" Rachel interrupted.
"Who do you think my folks went out to dinner with that night?" Shelby quipped.
Giggling Rachel waited for her mother to continue. "So, my father gets to Sara's house proceeds to come inside and picks me up and throws me over his shoulder."
"Uh-oh."
"Uh-oh is right." Shelby agreed. "I promptly vomited all over his new pants."
"Ew."
Shelby nodded again, "Anyway, on our way out, my dad apologized to Mrs. Abrams for my behavior and how he was sorry because he was sure I had disappointed her with my poor decisions. We finally made it home and my mother put me to bed."
"What happened the next day?" Rachel asked.
"My parents and I had a long talk about the dangers of drinking in excess, I was grounded for a month, and I also got a very through bottom warming for all my trouble."
"Wow," Rachel looked up into her mother's face before putting her head back on the woman's shoulder. "You were grounded and spanked?"
"And don't forget lectured," Shelby added.
Rachel nodded, "Well you did disappoint Mrs. Abrams, Mama."
Shelby pulled her daughter into a hug and then pushed her back, "I did. A fact which still causes my father to tease me with it at times. Now, time for you to go and clean those bathrooms."
"You were serious?"
Shelby nodded, "I was. And when you're done with that I'm sure I can find more things for you to do."
Rachel groaned and allowed Shelby to pull her off the couch. "Do I really have to do this?"
"Yes," Shelby deadpanned. "It's part of being grounded."
"It sucks."
Shelby shook her head at her daughter and pointed to the stairs. "Go clean the bathrooms, Rachel."
"Fine, but I'm not happy about this." Rachel glared at her mother.
"You'll live," Shelby responded before sitting back on the couch and turning on the TV while her daughter played Cinderella.
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The incessant ringing of the doorbell followed by the knocking caused Shelby to frown. Who in the world would want to see her so badly on a Sunday afternoon?
Opening the door Shelby held her smile as a few members of New Directions stared back at her. Someone pushed Santana forward and Shelby crossed her arms and stared at the girl. "Yes?"
"We're sorry to just come over like this, Ms. Corcoran, but see Kurt told us that Rachel was staying here and we wanted to check on her."
"Did Kurt also tell you that she was grounded?" Shelby asked.
"I did, but, well, her dads…" Kurt had stepped forward due to the shove from Puck.
"Do I look like either of her fathers, Kurt?" Shelby asked raising an eyebrow.
"No ma'am, but we were worried."
"Afraid I'm one of those animals that eats her young?" Shelby asked.
Looks of panic crossed the members' faces and Shelby turned slightly so they couldn't see her smile, "Please come in and I'll get the condemned for you."
As the students entered Shelby guided them to the living area. "Just a moment," leaving them Shelby headed upstairs and into Rachel's room. The girl was finishing vacuuming the carpet and Shelby unplugged the machine to get her attention.
"Mama?"
"You have some friends here that were worried about you," Shelby smirked.
"What?"
"Your glee club friends, Rachel. I think they were afraid I was going to kill you or something." Shelby grinned as Rachel shook her head.
"Leave it to Kurt to blow things out of proportion. Just because I'm going to be grounded the whole week instead of my usual…" Rachel trailed off as Shelby's eyebrow rose. "Never mind."
"Good call," Shelby nodded to the stairs. "Go on. You have fifteen minutes before I make your friends leave. You are still grounded and friends coming over are not usually a part of that."
"Thanks, Mama." Giving Shelby a quick hug Rachel practically flew down the stairs.
"Rachel!" Kurt moved forward and hugged the girl. "Thank God you're alright."
"Why wouldn't I be alright?"
"Cause your moms is crazy, Berry." Mercedes said.
Rachel shook her head, "She is not, Mercedes. Strict maybe, but not crazy."
Mercedes gave Rachel a look of disbelief as the teen entered the room fully. "So why are you all here?"
"We wanted to make sure Ms. Corcoran didn't try to send you with the unicorns." Brittany said out of nowhere.
Looking at the blonde Rachel shook her head, "No unicorns here, Brittany."
"Okay. I guess Mr. Tubbington was wrong about the unicorns."
Not even trying to figure out what Brittany was talking about Rachel turned back to the kids in front of her. Santana's eyes kept darting up the stairs and Rachel couldn't believe that Santana Lopez seemed to be worried about her mother. This could be fun.
"Seriously, guys, why are you here? It's not like I ever got a house call when my dads grounded me."
"That's because your dads always let you off for good behavior," Kurt began. "After yesterday we had no idea what Shelby might do."
Rachel shook her head, "She's turned me into her own, personal maid."
"What?" Santana looked at Rachel in disbelief.
"I mean apparently being grounded by Shelby Corcoran means cleaning everything in the house." Rachel paused and then raised her voice a bit. "Even things that aren't dirty." She hoped her mother had heard her protests all the way upstairs.
Hearing a snicker Rachel stepped forward, "What's so funny, Santana?"
"Nothing," Santana stopped and gulped when she saw the shadow of Shelby on the stairs. "It's just that your mom and mine sound a lot alike."
Brittany nodded, "Neither of them have unicorns and they both make their daughter's clean."
Everyone looked at Brittany in disbelief once more as Shelby's footsteps were heard on the stairs.
"Alright, gang, time for you to go."
"Can't Rachel come to the mall with us?" Kurt had to try once more. Ignoring Shelby's glare he gulped. "It's just that it's spring break and…" he trailed off as Shelby's eyebrow raised and Rachel hit him in the arm.
"No, Kurt. I am going to tell you the same thing that I told Rachel. She is grounded. You may do something with her next Saturday since that is the day her grounding is over. She will not be hanging out this week. Understand?"
The group nodded and Rachel sighed, "Mama, please."
The narrowed eyes made Rachel take a step back. "Never mind, forget I asked."
"Now, I think it's time you all left," Shelby nodded towards the front door and the teens began to walk in that direction. They had all left when the tall blonde holding onto Santana's hand stopped and looked at her.
"Be nice to the unicorns, Ms. C."
"I will." Shelby replied never missing a beat and causing Brittany to smile and wave as Santana pulled her through the door.
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