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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Chapter 17
"Stop! For the love of Barbra, just stop and look at me!" Shelby's voice boomed across her home studio. Looking at the members of her Saturday boot camp, she shook her head. "You should not have this much trouble with a simple bridge. It's not as if I'm asking you to belt past b flat. Though maybe I should issue that challenge."
Rachel raised her hand and Shelby sighed, "Yes Rachel?"
"As I am sure you are aware no one other than me could probably belt in the manner you are speaking, therefore the lecture you just gave us really has no merit in musical terms."
Hearing a groan from her left, Rachel looked at Santana, "What?"
"Seriously Berry? Your mom is lecturing us and you decide to talk back. We have got to discuss self-preservation. We need you for our last competition if we want to win."
Taking a deep breath, Shelby moved across the room and back and forth in front of the Columbus five as she'd come to call them. Santana looked properly apologetic and half terrified every time Shelby looked at her. Mercedes was trying to keep her head down and her mouth shut while Kurt was doing his best not to let his nerves get the best of him. Puck, though his mother had given him permission, was there just on principle and he was far too laid back for Shelby's liking. And then there was Rachel. Her daughter had yet to show the proper level of regret and had argued with her or tried to talk back at every opportunity. Apparently her fear of being killed by her mother had been replaced by no fear. Not a good thing when Shelby was trying to make a point.
"Rachel, I would suggest that you do as I tell you and keep your opinions to yourself right now. I am not doing this for myself. I am doing this because, if what I have seen is any indication, you need it before that competition. I'm not sure what Will Schuester has been doing with his glee club but it's obvious that demanding perfection, while instilling the drive for excellence, isn't anywhere on his play list. Now, we are going to do this again and you are going to do it right. Otherwise I will find other ways to motivate you."
Returning to her spot on the other side of the room Shelby stood by the CD player. "From the top people and this time get it right," she announced before pressing play.
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"This pizza is wonderful," Kurt mumbled around a mouthful of cheese. "I am so glad you're eating real cheese again, Rachel."
Enjoying her own slice of the veggie pizza in front of her, Rachel nodded, "Me too, I find the protein in real dairy truly does help my endurance, though I am still sure to avoid milk due to what it does to the vocal cords while singing."
"Amen to that," Santana added. "And it gets my mami off my back about drinking milk. God bless the phlegm producing properties of milk."
Puck snorted through his juice, "I never thought I'd be eating pizza in Shelby Corcoran's house discussing dairy products." He folded his slice of pizza and shoved it into his mouth before grabbing another piece of the pie with everything on it. "Man, this is the best pizza. Where did your mom get this?"
"Our favorite pizza place," Rachel replied. "It's called Perrini's and is a well-kept secret."
"Well your moms has great taste in pizza, Berry," Mercedes added. "Puck is right, this is the best pizza I've had. Maybe we could go there sometime."
"Sure, when we're all not grounded," Santana quipped.
"Oh come on, Lopez, since when did you let a little grounding stand between you and wonderful pizza?" Puck asked.
"Glad you're enjoying it," Shelby entered the room and smirked at the silence that met her. Grabbing a plate she piled one of each piece on it before grabbing pouring herself a glass of iced tea. "By the way, you did good work today. I can't wait for next Saturday." Biting her lip to keep from smiling she headed from the kitchen back to her spot on the couch once more leaving the kids alone.
"Does your mom have some sort of superpower, Rachel?"
Looking at Puck, Rachel put her slice of pizza back on her plate and took a deep breath. Whatever he was thinking, she was sure she didn't want to be chewing when she heard the response. "What exactly do you mean, Puck?"
"I mean it's like she has this sixth sense. Every time we bring her up or start to talk about something that could possibly lead to jail time she pops up. It's creepy in a cool sort of way."
"Puck has a point," Santana looked at Rachel. "I mean look at what happened with the concert. Not only did she had reinforcements in place before we even knew what was happening but she had our parents coming after us so fast that we couldn't even enjoy the high from the concert. Snixx is even impressed by her, and you know that she is not impressed by many."
"Not to mention her creepy, yet unusual, shall we call it a friendship with Coach Sylvester. That has to be a superpower of sorts," Kurt added.
Rachel shook her head at her friends, "What about you Mercedes? Do you think my mother has superpowers?"
"Other than her octave range and that damn belting she can do? Nah."
"So what gives? How is it your mom is always one step ahead of us?" Puck pressed.
Taking another bite of pizza Rachel thought over her answer and then finally responded, "Maybe it's because she already tried or got away with about anything we could think of."
"Seriously? Ms. C was a rebel?" Mercedes asked.
"According to my grandparents she had more escape routes from her bedroom during groundings than Siegfried and Roy during a magic show."
"Seriously?" Santana leaned forward and lowered her voice. "Your mom was really a badass?"
Rachel grinned and then nodded, "How do you think she knew to look for me at my dads' house when I ditched my grandparents at the mall?"
"No way! She'd done that already?" Santana looked towards the living room with a bit of awe. "Who would have thought that Ms. C. was a badass?"
"Watch the language, Santana," Shelby directed returning to the kitchen.
"Sorry Ms. C," the Latina watched in silence as Shelby threw her paper plate away and placed her glass in the dishwasher.
"You have another hour and then it's time for you all to head home. Please clean up after yourselves," Shelby smiled at the group as they merely nodded in agreement.
Leaving the kitchen once more, Shelby smirked. If the kids thought she was a badass maybe she hadn't lost her touch after all.
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"What now?" Shelby looked at the number coming up on her phone and sighed. How she hated seeing that number come up as it usually came with information on how Rachel was in trouble.
Finally pressing the button Shelby braced herself, "Hello."
"Ethel what are you doing Friday after school?" Sue Sylvester's clipped voice came over the phone.
"Having my usual movie and take-out night with Rachel."
"Well I have it for a fact that Yentel has plans for Friday night. So since she's going to be busy, how about you and I make a night of it? It's been far too long since I've been able to kick back, get drunk off my ass, and do something hopefully illegal or skirting illegal. Are you in?"
Taking a deep breath, Shelby shook her head. What the hell she was a badass right? "Sure Billie Jean, I'm in as soon as I confirm that Rachel has other plans."
"Great I'll pick you up at your place Friday night around eight. We'll have dinner first and then head to our final destination. We don't want to get to our end point too early otherwise we'll have to fight off the little boys."
Staring at her phone, Shelby pressed the button upon hearing the dial tone. Wondering exactly what she had gotten herself into Shelby slowly stood and headed to V.A. practice. Hopefully they would be singing better than the previous day. She really wasn't in the mood for a herd of feral cats.
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"I still can't believe you're going out with Coach Sylvester tonight," Rachel shook her head at her mother.
"Neither can I," Shelby admitted. "However since you are going to be having fun with your grandmother, I may as well enjoy the night too."
"But Coach Sylvester?" Rachel turned in the seat of the car. "Seriously Mama, have you really thought this out?"
"I have, Rachel. Billie Jean and I are going out for a late dinner and to a club. It will be fun," pulling into McKinley's parking lot, Shelby stopped the car in her usual drop off spot. "Remember that Bubbe is picking you up after school today. I will see you at home before you head out for your night of fun with her."
"Okay Mama, have a good day and see you then." Rachel waved to her mother as she left the car still wondering what her mother was thinking when she agreed to go out on the town with Sue Sylvester.
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"Rachel are you ready to head out?" Emily Corcoran was waiting for her granddaughter to put the finishing touches on her outfit before taking the girl out for a movie and dinner. She was also hoping to slip in some shopping the next day with Rachel. She loved the girl but her wardrobe needed a push in the right direction and away from animal sweaters.
"Almost Bubbe," Rachel yelled down the stairs.
"Are you sure about this, Mom?" Shelby asked from her spot in the living area.
"I am positive, Shelby." Emily grinned at her daughter. "It's about time Rachel and I got to do something just the two of us and it will be fun. Rachel said you're going out tonight as well?"
Shelby nodded, "Coach Sylvester and I are apparently going out for a late dinner and to a club. I'm still not sure how she talked me into it."
"That's for sure," Rachel commented finally coming into the room. "I still don't know how you're friends with her."
"Is this the Cheerios coach you've told me about, Rachel?"
Rachel looked at her grandmother and nodded, "Yep. She calls Mama Ethel and Mama calls her Billie Jean. My friends and I think it's some sort of weird superpower of Mama's to make Coach a little bit human."
Laughing loudly at Shelby's expression Emily stood from the couch and then moved to her daughter. Bending down she kissed the top of Shelby's head. "Don't stay out too late, no getting arrested, and please don't come home too drunk."
"Mom!" Shelby protested as her own daughter laughed hysterically.
Emily winked at Rachel before turning to Shelby once more, "I'm serious, young lady, I'd hate to break out the hairbrush while I'm here." She teased as Rachel kissed her mother goodbye before waving to her as she and Emily headed out the door.
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"Shhh," Shelby placed her first finger to her lips as she made the noise. "We don't want to wake anyone up, Billie Jean."
"I agree," Sue yawned as she finally managed to help Shelby get the key into the lock of the house. "I'm just glad we took a cab."
"Me too," Shelby agreed. "Because I'll be damned if I remember where I parked my car."
"Well if you find it, let me know. Maybe mine is with yours." Sue sighed as the cabbie honked the horn before driving away. "Damn cab driver. Look Ethel you good to get to bed alone?"
Shelby stumbled across the door jam and looked up at the coach, "Is that an offer if I'm not?"
Smirking Sue raised an eyebrow, "Trust me, Ethel, you couldn't handle all that is me right now."
"You might be surprised about that, Billie Jean," Shelby countered. "I lived in New York, I studied theatre; you don't know what I'm capable of doing."
"Do tell, Shelby." Sue replied as the women finally made their way inside and up the stairs.
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Wondering who had turned on the stage lights Shelby covered her eyes with her arm. Her head was pounding and her mouth felt like she was chewing a sock. Finally opening an eye she sat up far too quickly and groaned.
"What the fuck?" Looking down she realized that she was naked and lying next to her was an equally naked Sue Sylvester. "What the fuck?" Shelby said out loud once more.
"Shelby time to get, oh my God!" Emily Corcoran's voice screeched. "What in the hell? Get up, get dressed, oh my God!" She slammed the door as she continued to rant and Shelby groaned again.
"Billie Jean get up," Shelby shook Sue and slipped from the bed grabbing a t-shirt from a drawer and stepping into a pair of shorts. Damned if she remembered how she wound up naked next to the woman but she hoped to God she hadn't done something any more stupid than she had done at the bar.
Shaking Sue again Shelby groaned as the men with hammers began to beat in her head, "Get up Billie Jean. I don't want my kid finding us like this."
Turning onto her back Sue opened her eyes slowly, "Shit Ethel what did you do to me?" she finally managed to get out.
"Hell if I know," Shelby answered honestly. "Just get dressed would you?"
"Yeah, yeah, got an extra toothbrush I could use?" Sue asked standing up and moving to the bathroom in all her natural glory.
"Under the sink," Shelby waved. "I'm heading downstairs."
"I'll be down in a few fully clothed. By the way, eggs sound great this morning."
"I'll let my mother know," Shelby responded dryly.
"Seems a bit early to meet the family but what the hell, no time like the present." Sue muttered closing the bathroom door behind her.
Leaving the sanctuary of her bedroom Shelby decided to pretend that her mother hadn't walked in on her naked in bed with Sue Sylvester. Shaking the image from her head Shelby tried to pretend she hadn't noticed she'd woken up naked next to Sue Sylvester. Finally entering the kitchen she ignored her mother's glare and poured herself a large mug of coffee. "Morning Mom."
"Morning Mom, morning Mom," Emily glowered as Shelby sat across from her. "I find you naked with another woman and all I get is morning Mom?"
"What would you like me to say? Good morning, Mom?"
"Do not be a smart ass, Shelby Lorraine. I am not in the mood. What in the hell happened last night, and how did you get a black eye?"
A scream from the upstairs hallway stopped Shelby's answer and both women raced to the stairs to find Rachel flying down them. "Why was Coach coming out of your bedroom?"
"Stop freaking out, Yentel." Sue came down and stood next to Shelby. "Your mother and I either had a really good time last night or we passed out cold. Either way I can't remember," looking at the blonde in front of her Sue held out her hand. "Sue Sylvester head coach of the Cheerios. Where's the coffee?"
Emily pointed as Shelby sat on the stairs and put her head in her hands, "You slept with Coach?" Rachel demanded.
"Technically, yes." Shelby looked at Rachel. "I don't think we had sex though, if that makes you feel any better."
"Oh my God!" Rachel's screech caused Shelby to grimace. "You, and her, and is that a black eye?" Rachel shook her head. "Never mind I don't want to know. I do believe we need to make an appointment with my therapist as soon as possible however," Rachel continued. "This image may cause lasting damage if we don't."
"At least you didn't see her naked," Shelby mumbled without thinking.
"A stick, oh somebody give me a sharp stick so I can poke my eyes out!"
"Will a wooden spoon work?" Sue's voice came from the kitchen. "I'm sure I can find one in here. Besides it's not like your mother doesn't have a fine ass herself."
"I thought you couldn't remember anything!" Shelby yelled.
"Well I'm not gonna forget your ass." Sue came in carrying a mug of coffee. "I may not remember much after that spectacular bar brawl, but I do not forget a fine ass."
"Never mind, I'll call my therapist right now. Maybe he can get me in on an emergency basis today. Bubbe, could you take me to therapy?" Rachel was babbling again and Emily sighed.
"Rachel go get some breakfast, and take it to your room," Emily instructed.
"Thank you, Bubbe." Rachel ran past Sue and was back within moments with a container of yogurt and a banana. She disappeared without a word up the stairs and Emily waited until she heard Rachel's door close.
"Ladies, the kitchen if you please."
Pulling herself off the step she was sitting on Shelby followed her mother and Sue back into the kitchen. Sitting down at the table she picked up her now lukewarm coffee and drained it in a quick gulp. Getting up she poured another mug before sitting down once more. "Mom I believe you wanted us to come to the kitchen."
Emily sighed and shook her head, "First of all, what happened that this woman wound up in your bed?"
Shelby shook her head, "Not sure I remember. Billie Jean?"
Sue shrugged and helped herself to the toast already on the table, "Not sure myself, Ethel, but I thought we'd established that. The last thing I really remember is you getting that eye and climbing up to your room."
"Okay let's start with the basics then," Emily looked back and forth between the women. "How did you get that eye, Shelby?"
"Will Schuester tried to kiss me at the club last night," Shelby took a piece of toast for herself and took a small bite.
"And then what?" Emily pushed.
"I shoved him away from me and in my haste to get away I tripped and hit my face on the edge of the bar. Hurt like a mother… it hurt a lot," Shelby amended seeing the look on her mother's face. "That when Billie Jean and I decided to head home."
"And how is it that you decided to come inside, Billie Jean?"
"It's Sue, and I'm not sure. I remember paying the cabbie and walking Ethel to the door. Next thing I know she's challenging me to get her into bed and something about studying theatre. And here we are."
"How did you both wind up naked?" Emily's next question had Sue grinning and Shelby turning red.
Shelby shrugged, "I'm not sure but I think we ended up like that just before passing out. I mean I don't remember doing anything else, and I know we'd remember doing something else."
"Yeah, I am very memorable," Sue acknowledged.
"So am I," Shelby countered.
"Please," Sue looked at Shelby completely forgetting the woman sitting her right. "I have made grown men cry and beg for more."
Straightening her back Shelby eyed Sue, "Only men? Come on, Billie Jean I have had boys and girls staring at me since puberty. And I do not disappoint."
Sue nodded, "I would have to believe that, you do have a fine ass."
"Thank you. Yours isn't so bad either. Though I'm more of a boob girl."
"Shelby!" Emily finally stopped the banter and glared at her daughter.
"Billie Jean, Sue, whoever the hell you are, I think it's time to get you a cab and get you home. Shelby, go to your room and wait for me."
Shelby snorted, "Seriously mother, you can't send me to my room. I'm not eighteen anymore."
"True," Sue shrugged at Shelby's glare, "Well you know gravity…"
"Shut up, Billie Jean."
Nodding Sue pulled out her cell phone and pressed a button. "I'll call that cab. Ethel it was fun let's do it again soon. Emily, lovely meeting you, can't wait to meet dad. I'll just wait outside."
Watching as Sue headed to the front door, Shelby and Emily waited until they heard the door close. "So mom how was your night with Rachel?"
"We had a lovely time, Shelby." Emily got up from her chair and moved to the freezer. Removing an ice pack she wrapped it in a kitchen towel and handed it to Shelby. "Where do you keep your aspirin?"
"Cupboard next to the sink. Thanks." Shelby took the offered pills and swallowed them with the last of her coffee. Putting up her hands she sighed. "Look Mom, I'm sorry. I never meant to get drunk last night and I never meant to fall asleep with Sue Sylvester in my bed."
"Glad to hear it, Shelby," Emily reached out and took Shelby's hand in hers. "You're still grounded."
"Mom!" Shelby pulled back and looked into her mother's face. "You can't be serious."
Emily smiled slyly. "What do you think, young lady?" she asked getting up and kissing her daughter on the top of the head. "Go take a shower you need it."
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