"I can't believe Mrs. Ulrich is still alive. We had her in fifth grade." Santana whispered to Rachel as they made their way to the classroom.
"Santana, be nice." Rachel warned.
"But she hated me!"
"Maybe that had something to do with the fact that you threw an apple at her head? Or constantly insulted her? Oh and let's not forget the time that you told her to, and I quote, 'fuck off so you could get your mack on with Puck.'" Rachel said. Santana rolled her eyes.
"You're so eager for this meeting because she loved you, teacher's pet." Santana said.
"Respecting the teacher does not make me a teacher's pet." Rachel argued, knocking on the door of the correct classroom. "Hi, Mrs. Ulrich?"
"Rachel Berry!" Mrs. Ulrich said. She looked around. "Is your wife joining us?"
"Yea she's right... excuse me for a second." Rachel said, walking away. "Santana, you are going to attend this meeting!" she said, pulling the Latina woman into the classroom.
"Hey, Mrs. Ulrich." Santana said.
"You've both grown so much." the teacher said. Santana laughed.
"Well, I have, but Rachel certainly hasn't... Ow." she said when Rachel hit her. "Okay, so we're here about Keegan, Rach." Santana said.
"Right, so if you two want to sit down." Mrs. Ulrich said, gesturing to two chairs set in front of her desk. The two women walked over.
"There's your chair, princess." Santana said. Rachel glared at her with a smirk.
"Well, I certainly wouldn't have predicted this when you two were in my class." the older woman said.
"I don't think either of us would have..." Rachel said slowly.
"So about Keegan..." Santana prompted.
"Is anything wrong at home?"
"Excuse me?" Santana asked.
"Well, it seems as if Keegan is sensitive about his home life."
"Everything is fine at home. We have it under control." Santana said.
"Yes. Now, what's this about Keegan fighting?" Rachel asked.
"Seriously, that doesn't sound like our son." Santana said.
"Well, it honestly doesn't surprise me. I seem to remember another member of the Lopez family fighting in my classroom."
"I thought Easy and Ace were in the other fifth grade class." Santana said.
"They were." Rachel said, rolling her eyes at her wife.
"Bridget, Piper, and Mel never fought."
"That's true." Mrs. Ulrich said.
"But-"
"Oh my god, Santana. It was you!" Rachel said. Santana smiled sheepishly.
"If memory serves me correct, you were usually trying to hit Rachel." the older woman said. Rachel glared at Santana, who looked over with a smile on her face.
"Why did I marry you again?" Rachel asked.
"Not appropriate to say in an elementary school, Rach." Santana muttered.
"Santana!"
"Anyway, what was the fight about?" Santana asked.
"I'm not exactly sure. I remember hearing one of the boys ask Keegan about your son, Ace. Some other stuff was said, but I didn't hear it. Next thing I know, Keegan is throwing punches and tackling another student." Rachel nodded.
"Yea. You definitely carried him." Rachel said. Santana shrugged.
"Look, Keegan's a good kid. I can't really picture him doing that." Santana said. There was a knock on the door. The adults turned to see another teacher, escorting a child with a bloody nose. Rachel and Santana shared a look.
"Robby, are you okay?" Mrs. Ulrich asked, rushing over.
"Keegan Lopez hit him." the teacher said. Rachel's jaw dropped and Santana's face clouded with anger.
"Where the he-"
"San, we're in an elementary school." Rachel said, quickly cutting her off.
"Fine. Where the heck is my son?" Santana asked.
"He's in the Principal's office. Would you like me to show you the way?"
"No. I think I can remember." Santana said, rushing out of the room.
"Thank you for your time, Mrs. Ulrich." Rachel said, following.
"When I get my hands on that kid-"
"Santana Lopez, you will let me talk until you calm down. Clear?" Rachel said. Santana didn't answer and Rachel pulled her to a stop. "Santana, I'm serious." Rachel said.
"Fine. But he's in so much trouble." Santana said.
"I agree." They turned into the office and saw the boy sitting on a bench. "Keegan Michael Lopez, what has gotten into you?" Rachel said.
"They called you?"
"No, we were already here. We had a meeting with your teacher. Exactly how many fights are you planning on getting in this week?" Santana asked. Avoiding his mothers' eyes, he shrugged.
"Mrs. and Mrs. Lopez, since you're here, you can join us." the principal said. Rachel nodded and the three entered the office, Keegan in the middle. "Let's talk about what happened. Keegan?" The boy shrugged.
"I punched Robby."
"Obviously." Santana muttered.
"Why?" Rachel asked.
"Because they kept asking me about Ace and Easy."
"You love your brothers." Rachel said.
"If I may, I think that Keegan may suffer from depression." the principal said.
"Whoa. Hold up. My son is not depressed. How the hell do you even get that from his explanation?" Santana asked.
"Well-"
"Keegan, sweetie, why would your friends asking about Ace and Easy upset you?" Rachel asked.
"All everyone cares about is Ace, Easy, Bridget, Piper, and Melissa. No one cares about me because I'm the littlest. Not even you guys." Keegan said.
"I told you he was feeling left out." Rachel said. Santana glared at her wife.
"Keegan, we love you. Its just, you're our good child. You don't give us any problems, you try in school without us having to force you to study. Your brothers and sisters, they can be difficult. Sometimes they require a little more attention, but we still love you all the same." Santana said.
"I'm the good one?" Santana laughed.
"Yea, you are." Rachel said. Santana turned to the principal.
"So, now that we've discovered that Keegan isn't depressed, can we discuss his punishment?" Santana asked.
"Yes, he's going to get a week's suspension."
"What? A week? Are you serious?" Santana yelled.
"I'm very serious."
"Look, I'm not condoning what he did, but aside from yesterday, he's never gotten into any trouble." Rachel said.
"You're son is heading in the direction of delinquency."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. My kid is not a delinquent." Santana yelled. Rachel glared at the principal as she grabbed Keegan's hand. "Look, you know what? We'll use that week suspension to spend some time with our son. Come on Keeg." Santana said, standing up and leaving.