Santana walked out of the school muttering a slew of cuss words that she'd somehow refrained from saying inside. "Who the hell thinks they can get away with calling my son a delinquent?" she asked.
"Look, I'm just as mad about that as you are, but we still have to acknowledge the fact that our ten year old son jut got suspended for a week. I know you told the principal we were going to use that to spend time with him, but we can't let him think this is just a vacation." Rachel said. Santana stopped walking.
"Yea, baby, I know. I just... my kid is not a delinquent." Santana said.
"I know, baby." Rachel said, grabbing Santana's hand. Keegan walked up with his backpack. "I'm going to take you home. Mom has to get back to work. Enjoy your last few hours of freedom, because when she get home, she and I are going to discuss your punishment." Rachel said.
"What about my suspension?" Keegan asked.
"Oh see, that's your punishment from the school. While I don't agree with it, you still got into two fights, including giving a kid a bloody nose. You are in a lot of trouble with us too." Santana said. Rachel nodded.
"Sorry, buddy. Get in the car." she said, unlocking her black Porsche. Santana grinned as Rachel smiled at the car as the boy climbed inside. "Have I ever told you I love being rich?" the diva asked. Santana grabbed her waist and pulled her closer.
"Yea... you're welcome." she said. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Uh... which one of us was the successful Broadway star?"
"Which one of us owns her own business?" Santana shot back.
"Your father started that company." Rachel said.
"Again with the technicalities."
"Its not even a company. Your father built the mall, you started working for him right out of college and then when he retired you bought it from him." Rachel said.
"Yea, whatever. You weren't complaining when you got those Ugg boots for free, were you?" Santana asked. Rachel grinned and looked down at her boots. "In fact, you got your entire wardrobe for free. So did I. So did the kids. You just love me because you get to be a stay at home mom while I support you financially." Santana teased.
"And what were you doing when I was on Broadway?" Rachel asked.
"I wasn't a stay at home mom."
"No, you were a stay at home wife."
"I was in college, preparing to support you financially." Santana threw back with a grin. Rachel smiled and pulled Santana down by her neck. "Truce?" the Latina asked. Rachel shook her head.
"I love you." she whispered.
"I love you too." Santana said, kissing her wife before pulling away. "I'll see you at home." she said before getting in her silver BMW and driving away. Rachel got in her own car.
"All right. Look, we're not going to talk about this until tonight. Have you eaten?" Rachel asked her son. From the passenger seat, he shook his head as he looked out the window. "Do you want to stop and get something?" she asked. He shrugged. "Keegan, what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry I got in trouble." he whispered.
"Keeg, I can't say its okay, becase its not okay that you got in trouble." Rachel said softly.
"I don't want you guys to hate me." he said, tears in his eyes.
"Baby, we don't hate you."
"The principal called me a delinquent... I'm not a bad kid." he said.
"Did that bother you when he said that?" Rachel asked. He nodded, allowing the tears to fall freely. At the sight of her youngest son crying, Rachel grew furious. "Stay here. I'll be back." Rachel said, getting out of the car.
"But Mama-"
"Lock the doors, Keegan!" Rachel said, slamming the door shut. Noticing that she'd left her cell phone, he grabbed it and dialed the number of his other mother.
Santana was driving back to her office when her phone rang.
Incoming Call
Rachel
"Hello?" she answered.
"Mom?"
"Keegan? What's wrong, baby?" Santana asked.
"Mama-"
"Wait. Keeg, are you crying? Is everything okay?" Santana asked.
"No. Mama went back into the school and she was really mad. I don't know what she's gonna do."
"I'll be right there. You don't go back in there or you'll get into even more trouble." Santana said, instantly making a U-Turn and driving back to the school. Parking her car in the same spot she had been in, she hurried back into the building, in the direction of the Principal's office. Just as she was about to ask if Rachel was in there, she heard the unmistakable sound of her wife yelling. "Can I just go in?" she asked the receptionist, who nodded.
"...Futhermore, the fact that you called my son a delinquent is highly uncalled for. I'll have you know-"
"Excuse me." Santana announced herself. Rachel looked over with fury in her eyes.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her eyes slightly softening at the sight of her wife.
"Keegan called me. What's going on?" Santana asked.
"Keegan was upset about being called a delinquent." Rachel said.
"That why he was crying on the phone?" Santana asked. Rachel nodded. "Okay..." she walked over so that she was leaning over the desk. "Let me make one thing clear. Make my son cry again, and I promise you that you will regret it for the rest of your life." she hissed.
"What are you going to do?" he asked.
"Let's just say I'll be goin' all Lima Heights on your ass." she said. Rachel hid a smirk as the principal nodded his head. "Thank you. Rach, let's go." Santana said, turning on her heals and walking out of the office.
"Santana, for the last time, you're from Lima Heights Adjacent, the nicest neighborhood in town. We live in Lima Heights Adjacent. You've never set foot in Lima Heights." Rachel said. Santana grinned.
"True, but he doesn't know where I'm from." Santana replied. Rachel smiled.
"And that's why I love you, baby." Rachel whispered. Santana smiled softly and they walked to the cars again. Keegan saw his mothers and rolled the window down.
"Hey buddy. I took the rest of the day off. Wanna go to lunch?" Santana asked. Keegan nodded. "All right. We'll go to Breadstix."
"Again?" Rachel and Keegan said. Santana rolled her eyes.
"Yes again." Santana said, getting in her car. "See you guys there!" she called, pulling out of the parking lot.
"This is why we never let you pick the resturaunt when we go out." Rachel said. Santana smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "Seriously, I got enough of this place in high school."
"Yes, but sweetie now that you aren't a vegan anymore you can actually enjoy this place." Santana said. Rachel rolled her eyes. "Which means I can enjoy this place when you're here." she muttered.
"What was that?" Rachel asked.
"Nothing dear."
"Mmhmm." Rachel said, smirking. Santana smiled and turned to the boy. "Keegan, what are you gonna get?" she asked.
"I don't know... spaghetti." he said. Rachel smiled. They were seated at a table and looked at their menus.
"What can I get you guys to drink?" a voice said.
"Dr. Pepp-." Keegan said.
"He wants water." Rachel said. Santana and the waiter smiled. "As do I." she continued.
"Iced tea." Santana said. They placed their orders and after awhile their food was brought to them. "Keeg, I want to talk to you about something." Santana said. He nodded. "What exactly were your friends saying about your brothers?" she asked carefully.
"They... well, they were asking me if Ace could teach them to play basketball or if Easy could teach them to throw a football or a baseball..." he whispered.
"Keegan, they were just asking for some help in sports. They weren't trying to replace you." Rachel said softly. Santana nodded.
"I know... I really am sorry." he said.
"We know buddy. But we are going to ground you." Rachel said.
"How long?" They shared a look.
"Three days. No TV, no computer, no video games." Santana said. He nodded.
"We don't like grounding you, so don't make us have to do it again." Rachel said.
"I promise." he said.
"All right. Let's just eat and then go home. Your punishment starts tomorrow." Rachel said.