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 21
"Santana are you sure this is a smart thing to do?" Rachel eyed her friend as they waved to Santana's mother before entering the mall.
"Hell yes," the Latina smirked. "I mean our moms have coordinated our every move since the Lady Gaga caper. Don't you think it's time to take back some freedom?"
Rachel was quiet before nodding, "Yeah, but I'd prefer to keep my ass away from my mother's left hand."
"Her left hand?"
"Yeah, the one she uses to tan my ass," Rachel shrugged as Santana shook her head. "What, you're telling me that Mama Maribel won't light your ass up like a Christmas tree if we're caught?"
"I'm not saying that," Santana finally admitted. "I'm just saying if we work this right we won't get caught."
"You honestly think that Shelby Lorraine Corcoran won't catch us?" Rachel stopped walking and looked at Santana.
"Not if we have the perfect alibi." Santana pulled Rachel into the nearby sporting goods store. "And Coach is the perfect alibi."
"Oh yeah, because Sue Sylvester goes out of her way not to make my life miserable," Rachel groused picking through the pile of workout gear Santana shoved at her.
"I'm telling you, ever since that night out on the town with your mother, she's softened towards you a bit. I mean she hasn't called you Mrs. Focker, Junior in almost a week. She called you Barbra Junior today, Rachel."
Rachel sighed and held up a pair of shorts and a tank top. "True," a smile slowly graced Rachel's face. "So you honestly think that Coach Sylvester is going to unwittingly be our alibi?"
"I guarantee it," Santana held up her own shorts and tank, "Come on, let's go buy these and work on part two of the plan to escape our wardens come mid-day Monday."
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"Let me get this straight," Sue Sylvester came around her desk and leaned against it staring at Rachel and Santana. "The two of you want my permission to use your free period today to work on some physical conditioning by running."
"Yes Coach," Santana's voice was sure.
"Yet you don't want to run around the track," Sue continued. "You want me to give you carte blanche to run the last course the cross country team used."
Santana nodded this time. "We want the challenge."
Looking the girls up and down Sue walked back to her chair and sat down once more. "Why not? I figure you're probably up to something but anytime one of my cherrios can teach one of the gleek kids something, I say go for it. You gonna survive this, Ethel Junior?"
"I'm sure I'll be fine, Coach Sylvester. I know that Santana has a lot to teach me."
"That she does," Sue nodded and looked at the clock. "Be back by 2:45. That should give you time to shower and get ready for after school activities. Dismissed."
"Thanks Coach." Santana gave the woman a mega-watt grin before pulling Rachel after her. "Come on, Berry, let's go."
Rachel finally followed Santana out of the school and towards the back field. "I can't believe she let us go like that."
"Told you." Santana began to jog. "Keep up with me. We need to make this look believable until we get out of sight of Coach's cameras."
"What about the sound?" Rachel asked as she started to jog.
"Not wired for sound out here," Santana replied. "Well, not until you get to the light pole near the football field. Just keep it shut until I tell you otherwise."
Rachel merely nodded and followed the Latina across the field and towards freedom.
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"Our mothers are going to kill us," Rachel groaned as she leaned her head against the window of the squad car. "Perfect alibi you said, no way we'll get caught, you said…"
"Well how the hell was I to know that your fathers' nosy neighbors would call the cops when they saw light inside?"
"We shouldn't even be here," Rachel protested again. "After all, it is my house."
"It is," the officer in the front seat confirmed. "However, drinking from your fathers' liquor store during school hours is not something you should be doing."
"Couldn't you just take us to detention?" Santana asked as they pulled in front of the police station.
"You want to be locked up?" the officer asked.
"Trust me, it would be safer," Santana replied only to cringe as she heard a very familiar voice.
"Santana Diabla Lopez what were you thinking?" Maribel Lopez stood, hands on hips waiting for her daughter to be released from the car.
"Please officer?" Santana asked again.
"Rachel Barbara Berry!" Shelby's voice joined Maribel's.
"Me too," Rachel squeaked. "Don't you want to teach us a lesson? After all we skipped school and were drinking. Underage. Lock us up, please."
The officer chuckled and shook his head, "Nope. I think handing the two of you over to your mothers is just what you need. Don't tell them, but they're scaring even me. And I know how to use a firearm."
"They don't need guns," Rachel whispered as she slowly moved from the car only to be grabbed by her mother. Trying to dodge the woman's left hand Rachel was as unsuccessful as Santana had been at avoiding her own mother's hand.
"You are in so much trouble, young lady," Shelby began.
"I can't believe what you did," Maribel added before yelling at Santana in Spanish.
"That can't be good," Rachel whispered as Santana tried to move back into the squad car.
"I wouldn't worry about your friend, Rachel," Shelby lectured. "You have enough of your own problems to worry about. What were you thinking?"
"That we wouldn't get caught," Rachel answered.
"Seriously Berry!" Santana yelled. "You pick now to tell the truth?"
"Well lying and sneaking didn't do a whole lot for us. Or have you missed the fact that we have been brought to our mothers in the back of a police car?"
"No, I haven't missed that fact!" Santana yelled back. "Have you missed the fact that the less we say now the safer it is for our asses?"
"I think our asses are already dead, Santana!" Rachel volleyed back. "Dead."
"Are you two done?" Shelby interjected in a tone much too calm.
"Shit," Rachel muttered only to yelp and jump forward when her mother's hand met her bottom once more.
"Language Rachel," Shelby admonished.
"Language?" Santana rolled her eyes and then yelped as her mother's hand met her backside as well.
"Just because the two of you chose not to use your brains today doesn't mean you're allowed to swear," Maribel scolded.
"Ladies," the police officer chose that moment to interrupt the family reunion. "I believe leaving these two in your care is the best for everyone. After all, no harm was truly done, and as Rachel has pointed out," he paused. "Numerous times, the house we found her in is hers even if she isn't living there right now."
Shelby took a deep breath and tightened her grip on Rachel when she felt the girl try to move away, "Thank you so much for letting us handle it. I can assure you that they will never do something like this again."
The officer nodded, "I believe you in full, ma'am. Girls, good luck," he winked at them before heading inside the building fully glad that he wasn't going to have to go home with either of those angry mothers.
"Let's go," Shelby directed tugging Rachel towards her car while Maribel did the same.
"Where's our car?" Santana asked as Maribel led her to Shelby's car.
"At the shop," Maribel growled. "Shelby was kind enough to pick me up on her way here."
"I still can't believe the two of you," Maribel continued as the girls were herded into the car.
"Come on," Rachel tried. "It's not like we were arrested." She tried. "Remember the year you turned fifteen, Mama? Bubbe says…"
"Never you mind the year I turned fifteen, Rachel Barbra. I was never brought home by the police."
"Technically, neither were we," Santana quipped. "He took us to the station to meet you."
Maribel's muttering in Spanish was joined by Shelby taking deep breaths. "Both of you be quiet now," Shelby directed starting the car and praying that her parents had never told Rachel about her best friend's fifteenth birthday party fallout.
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Shelby pulled into the garage and made sure the child locks were on before turning the vehicle off. "Stop jiggling the handle, Rachel," she directed. "The child locks are on."
"Why?" Rachel scowled at her mother from her spot in the backseat. She had chosen not to move when Shelby dropped Maribel and Santana off at their house and they had driven home in silence.
"Because I need to give you a few directions before you go into the house."
"Fine." Rachel threw herself against the seat and crossed her arms over her chest.
"First, you will go inside and go to your room. You will take a shower and then meet me in the kitchen for an early dinner. After that, you will go to your room, get ready for bed, and wait for me. We are going to have a very long discussion tonight, Rachel."
"Is that all?"
"No." Shelby turned slowly and stared hard at her daughter. "When you come down for dinner you will bring your phone, your laptop, your music player, and your tablet. They are mine for foreseeable future. When it comes time to talk with your dads, you may have access, but not until then."
"Fine." Rachel glared at her mother and then huffed deeply as the locks were finally disengaged.
Watching her daughter storm into the house Shelby hit her head on the steering wheel before pulling her phone from her purse. Dialing a very familiar number she smiled wryly upon hearing the voice on the other end, "Hi little sister."
"Hey yourself, big sister. How goes it?" Lucy Corcoran replied.
"Do you remember the year I turned fifteen?"
"Seriously, you called to ask me that? How could I not remember the year you turned fifteen? I was twelve and in constant awe of your brilliance. Why?"
"Rachel." Hearing loud laughing on the other end of the phone Shelby groaned. "Come on Lucy, be serious."
"What did she do?"
"Let's just say I was never met at the police station by mom and dad after being taken there in the back of a squad car."
"Karma's a bitch," Lucy snorted as her older sister protested. "Sorry Shelby. What did the mini- you do this time?"
"She and her friend, Santana thought it would be brilliant to cut school and go to her fathers' house. Where they proceeded to drain a portion of the liquor cabinet."
"Is she drunk?"
"No," Shelby sighed heavily. "The neighbor noticed the lights and called the police. They showed up to investigate before Rachel or Santana could drink too much."
"Wondering what you should do or did you just call to reminisce?" Lucy asked quietly.
"I'm actually not sure," Shelby admitted. "She is so angry right now at being caught. And I am so angry that she even thought of doing something like this, yet I understand why she did it. I was her, Sissy. I mean do you remember Sara's birthday party?"
"Hell yes," Lucy chuckled. "I also remember you being grounded forever, not being able to sit for even longer, and glaring at the parents for a week straight every time you looked at them. Like you getting caught was their fault."
Shelby laughed heartily, "True. Well, if Sara's little brother hadn't ratted us out… Oh shit."
"Shelby, what is it?"
"Do you remember what I did when mom and dad sent me to my room that night?"
"Oh shit, you'd better…"
"Yeah, talk to you later, sis."
"You bet." Lucy looked down at her phone which now had a dial tone. Punching in a number she grinned when the person on the other end finally answered. "Hey Mom, guess what Rachel did this time?"
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"Going somewhere, Rachel?" Shelby's arms were crossed as she watched her daughter's face take on a look of horror when her feet touched the ground after climbing down the trellis.
"Just checking to make sure I could get out in a fire?" Rachel squeaked.
"That line didn't work when I was your age and it doesn't work for you now." Shelby shook her head and grabbed her daughter by the upper arm. "Never forget, Rachel Barbra, that I am the master of escapes."
"Great, my mother had to go and do everything before I did. Just wonderful." Rachel griped as Shelby practically pulled her into the house.
"Seriously Rachel? You didn't think I'd know you were going down the trellis?"
"I had hoped you wouldn't have noticed for a while," Rachel admitted. "A head start is always a good thing."
"And where were you planning on going?"
"Alaska," Rachel deadpanned. "I figure it's the only place my ass is going to feel any relief, what with snow drifts all over the place."
Jumping when her mother's palm met her bottom Rachel scowled. "It's never a good idea to smart off to your mother when you're already in trouble, Rachel Barbra. Now, get yourself upstairs, shower, and get back down here. You have thirty minutes. Oh and don't try the window again. I will know and next time I will spank you into the house."
"You wouldn't!" Rachel's doe eyes grew wide at the threat.
"Try me." Shelby's tone was even and Rachel gulped.
"Thirty minutes?" Rachel asked before turning tail and running up the stairs.
Heading to the kitchen Shelby pulled out the list of delivery places and made a fast decision on pizza. She had just finished her order when her phone rang. "Hello?"
"Yes Mom, Rachel was delivered to me at the police station in a squad car. No, she wasn't arrested. Yes, she tried to escape by climbing down the trellis. I know, I should have seen it coming sooner. Yes Mom, I love you too, and I'll call you soon. Oh, and Mom? Tell Lucy I'm going to kill her."
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