AN: So I apologize for the gap inbetween updates, but Real Life's kinda sucking at the moment. Please review and I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Glee's not mine
"So...do you think mom's really going to kill us?" Blaine asks worriedly. I just stare at him through my good eye for a moment and then shake my head no.
"Na, she won't cause I kinda got jumped. Also I think I need the hospital cause I'm sure one of those coños fractured a rib," I say, then grimace as I try and take a deep breath. We continue to sit in silence and I can see everyone fuming as they take in my injuries. I haven't even seen myself yet, but from the way I'm feeling and the way everyone's reacting, they're pretty bad.
"Is that Papi?" Noah asks around ten minutes later. I listen carefully and hear a voice shouting in spanish. I know for a fact it's my Papi, but I can't seem to make out what he's yelling. Not even a minute after I hear a female voice screeching in spanish as well and smirk at Santana.
"Looks like Tía Reyna's here also," I say with a smirk and a chuckle, which quickly turns into a pained grimace. Damn that hurt. Those putos seriously did a number on me.
"You let my kids out of there and you do it now!" is heard from the front a few seconds later and Noah, Blaine, and I all shrink back slightly in fear.
"Uh...Ma's here," Noah whispers out before trying to hide behind Sam. Sam quickly jumps up and sits on the other side of the cell.
"Sorry bro but you're on your own. You're mom scares the piss outta me."
"When have you ever seen my Ma in scary mode?" Noah asks with a scowl, irritated that his barrier ditched him.
"Um...Hello? I did visit y'all in New York a few times," Sam points out and Noah's scowl becomes a pout. Finally the door leading to the cells is opened and Blaine, Noah, and I visibly jump. That movement also causes me to let out a small whimper of pain.
"Ay dios mio!" Tía Reyna and my Papi exclaim as they catch sight of me as I walk into the front room followed by the others. Tears instantly spring to everyone's eyes and they all let out some sort of reaction. Shelby and Quinn rush towards me and they both throw their arms around me simultaneously. I yelp loudly in pain, and they immediately release me.
"I'm so sorry Baby!" Quinn says quickly, bouncing up and down slightly from anxiety and not knowing what to do with herself. I gently take her hand and kiss the back of it and then look to Shelby who hasn't said a word. I see nothing but fury covering her features.
"Did you want to press charges ma'am?" the officer who released us asks me. I get a sense of deja-vu, except this time I am pressing charges.
"Are they trying to press charges on us as well," I ask as I follow the guy to his desk and take a seat.
"Yes, but it's not happening. Their were witnesses other then your friends, and they're the ones who phoned us. They told us that there were a bunch of males beating up a smaller female, and that they heard them use derogatory words against you. So if you're wanting this can be charged as not only an assault, but also a hate crime," the officer explains.
"Yes to both," I tell him.
Once we finally leave the police station we head towards the hospital so we can all get checked out. It is a not so pleasant trip where I'm told that I have two fractured ribs, four bruised ribs, and a broken nose, not counting the bruising and my right eye almost being swollen shut.
"Thank you for not killing us," I say to Shelby from the back seat of her car. She looks at me through the rear-view mirror and raises a brow.
"Did you really think I was going to get angry with you for defending yourself against something like that?" she questions sceptically. I just shrug from my spot on Quinn's shoulder and drift to sleep. I love pain meds.
The next morning I feel like I got hit by a bus. Twice. I try and stretch, which turns out to be a horrible idea, and I whimper as quietly as I can as to not wake Quinn. Unfortunately she still bolts up quickly and questions me.
"Oh my god babe are you ok? What happened? Do I need to call Alex? Should I go and get your dads? What about-" I manage to slowly raise myself up and gently press our lips together to stop her rant.
"I'm fine bonita, I just tried to stretch, which I found out is a no no," I explain before connecting our lips once more. I carefully push her on her back and climb on top of her, and we kiss languidly for around fifteen minutes before Noah barges in without knocking. Again. Like usual.
"Sorry sis but the padres say it's time for breakfast and meds," he tells us. He ended up with a split lip, a bruised jaw, and a black eye from our fight. Lucky bastard.
"Kay, we'll be down in a few," I tell him before pecking Quinn's lips one last time and carefully getting up. I trudge into my bathroom and turn my shower on cold, for multiple reasons, before stripping down and getting in.
Once I'm finished Quinn takes her turn, and by the time she's out I'm almost done putting on my make-up. I'm dressed in a red v-neck, black skinny jeans, and my combat boots. My lip and tongue ring are red and my gauges are black, and I'm wearing a red and black checkered seat-belt belt.
"I'll see you downstairs baby," I tell Quinn before kissing her once more and heading downstairs and into the kitchen.
Noah's driving to school today and I'm in the back snuggling with Quinn. Even though I'm sore as fuck, I've had worse. One of the fights from the fight club in New York left me with a cast on my right arm, a broken nose, almost all of my ribs fractured, my left eye swollen shut, a concussion, and multiple stitches in multiple places. That was fun explaining to my dads and Shelby. They flipped their shit when they saw me, and with good reason. I ended up telling them that I was mugged by a group of people when I was walking home from a friends.
"Baby are you ok? Where'd you go?" Quinn asks as she gently shakes me from my thoughts. I look around and notice that we're pulling into the McKinley lot and give Quinn a sheepish smile.
"Sorry bonita. I'm fine I was just lost in thought," I explain.
"Care to share with the class?" she asks with that damn eyebrow raise as we exit my jeep. So. Fucking. Sexy.
"She was thinking about the last time she got her ass kicked like that," Noah says as he rounds the jeep to our side and we make our way to the front of the school.
"And Bingo was his name-o," I semi sing as I hold the door open for Quinn.
"Thanks sweetie."
"My pleasure love," I say as I give her a quick kiss and then proceed to give her the explanation she's wanting. "Now you can't get angry at me, cause this happened in New York," I say and Quinn narrows her eyes and her mouth forms a thin smile. I slightly shrink back from her gaze and once she gives a firm nod I warily begin. "So we were in fight club and there was this dude, and he was huge. It came down to me and him in the finals during a tournament and I lost. I got him pretty good, but he still won and I came out with the worst injuries."
"So I'm gonna go over...there," Noah says hesitantly and backs away slowly as he hears Quinn let out a growl and catches sight of her face. Once he's sure he's out of lunging range he turns and sprints down the hall.
"Fucking coward," I mumble under my breath before turning to my angry fiancee, and HBIC. "Baby? Bonita remember you promised not to get angry," I say gently, and she looks like she's fixing to rip me a new one.
"Q. Dwarf." is heard from behind me and I breath a sigh of relief for being saved by the track-suited devil herself.
"Coach," Quinn says with a quick nod in her direction, only taking her burning eyes off of me for a moment.
"Track-suited Devil," I greet with a smirk. Coach stares at me for a moment, trying to intimidate me, before breaking into a smirk of her own once it doesn't work.
"How are you Berry?" she asks me in concern.
"I've had worse," I tell her with a shrug and a smirk, until I hear another growl from behind me and my face immediately morphs into one of fear.
"I take it you've pissed off my captain Streisand. I thought you were smarter then that."
"Um...normally I am, but I'm also insanely whipped and she told me to tell her something. I told her that something and now I'm kinda fearing for my life," I tell her, slowly inching away from my furious fiancee.
"I see. Well I'm not disappointed that you're ok, and this hasn't been a complete waste of my valuable time, but I've got students to terrorize," Coach says before she smirks at me and walks away.
I slowly turn around and whimper quietly when I see that Q's still as pissed off as she was before Coach came and saved my ass for a few more moments. I'm fixing to try and plead my case again, but before I can the warning bell sounds and I do a mental happy dance. If I did a real one then Quinn really would murder me.
"Bye bonita, love you," I rush out quickly before turning and sprinting towards my first class, which I do share with Quinn, but at least she can't kill me with a teacher in the room. I think.
I'm called into Coach Beiste's office during lunch, and as I take a seat in front of her desk I sigh. I knew this was going to happen sooner or later, especially with the overprotective parents that I have.
"So you're mother came and paid me a visit this morning," Coach begins and my eyes widen in surprise. I was expecting it to be a phone call, not a visit.
"She did? Why?"
"I think you know why Berry."
"Yes ma'am but I meant why would she pay you a visit instead of just calling?"
"Well I ran into her in the teacher's lounge this morning, and she told me that she needed to speak to me. She came in during second period and we discussed your injuries," she tells me, and I try to wrap my head around the fact that they ran into eachother in the teacher's lounge.
"Um...huh?" I question in confusion. She laughs at the look on my face for a moment before explaining.
"Your mom works here now."
"Huh...well I sure as hel-eck didn't see that coming," I mumble out.
"I can see from your surprise that you were not aware of this?"
"No...but it's been kinda hectic," I say with a shrug.
"Ok well down to business. I'm not taking your spot away, but you are out until your ribs are in the clear. Understand?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good. Dismissed," she tells me with a small smile.
"Have a nice lunch coach," I tell her before exiting her office and going off to find Blaine. I find him in the lunch room, and as I take a seat beside Quinn I give her a quick kiss before focusing on my baby bro. "Blaine, what subject does Ma teach?"
"Huh? Oh she's teaching history now. I actually think she's your teacher," he says with a smirk and I groan. Damn.
"Cool," I lie with a fake smile that everyone sees through.
The glee club's sitting in the choir room waiting on, you guessed it, Mr. Shue so practice can start. I'm currently resting my head on Quinn's shoulder and listening to the family having a conversation, occasionally adding something here and there, and thinking about how having my Ma as my teacher wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be, when Mr. Shue finally walks in ten minutes late.
"Sorry I'm late guys. Now since we didn't have a meeting yesterday I wasn't able to introduce our newest addition to the team," he tells us with an obviously fake and strained smile. "Everyone please welcome our new co-director Ms. Shelby Corcoran, and her son Blaine." At hearing this everyone in the family sits up straight and beam as they both walk in together.
"Ma!" Noah and I chorus together excitedly.
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