The three pulled up to their house to see a police car in their driveway with an officer standing outside the car. "Mrs. and Mrs. Lopez?"
"Yes?" Rachel asked as Santana pulled Keegan closer to her.
"I'm Officer Becker. Your son, Aaron, was arrested earlier today." he said.
"Ay dios mio." Santana muttered. Rachel's jaw dropped open.
"We tried calling you, but neither of you picked up. We're holding him downtown and-"
"Wait. What did he do?" Rachel asked.
"Aaron was caught skipping class."
"You arrested him for skiping class?" Santana asked. Officer Becker shook his head.
"He and his friends were caught drunk and in the process of getting high."
"What's high?" Keegan asked.
"Nothing!" Rachel said quickly. The officer smiled down at Keegan.
"Thank God we still have one innocent child left." Santana said.
"Look, he's a minor so he can only be released into your care. You can pick him up whenever." Officer Becker said.
"Do we have to?"
"Santana!" Rachel said, hitting her arm. "Thank you, officer. One of us will be down to pick him up shortly." Rachel said. He nodded and left.
"So... I guess this makes my suspension look pretty insignificant now, huh?" Keegan asked.
"You're still grounded. Get inside." Santana said, handing him her key before turning to Rachel. "Is it piss off Santana day? What next? Is Easy gonna knock up some girl? Is Bridget gonna get caught hooking up in the janitor's closet? Is Piper gonna steal from the mall? Is Melissa gonna get mad and chuck a basketball at her coach... again?" Rachel shook her head and shrugged. "Are you going to leave me?" Santana asked.
"Santana Lopez, stop it. I'm not leaving you." Santana smiled and hugged her wife. "And don't say all of that other stuff. I don't even want think about any of that." Rachel said.
"What are we going to do, Rach?" Santana asked. Rachel shrugged.
"I think I should be the one to go pick Ace up."
"Why?"
"Because I saw how you reacted when Keegan got in trouble and he didn't get arrested." Rachel said. Santana sighed and nodded.
"All right. I'll see you when you get back. There'll be no cops to witness my rage." Santana said. Rachel smiled and kissed Santana. "Be careful. Criminals love pretty people." she said. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"I think I'll be fine." she said. Santana grinned. "I love you, San."
"Love you too. See you when you get back." she said, walking into the house. Keegan was on the couch, playing on his PSP. "Little man, you're grounded."
"You said it starts tomorrow." he said. Santana raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, but now Mommy is very angry." she said. Keegan opened his mouth. "Keeg, I am unbelievably angry right now. Please just... go read a book or something." she sighed. He nodded and went upstairs. Groaning, she sat down on the couch and picked up the forgotten PSP. "When did he even get this?" she muttered aloud, setting it back down. She couldn't understand how this day had gotten so fucked up. Biting her lip, she went upstairs and entered Ace's room. She started poking around.
"Mom?" Santana whipped around. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing Keegan."
"Why are you looking through Ace's stuff?" he asked.
"Because Ace is in trouble and as a parent, I have this right." Santana said.
"Do you go through my stuff?" he asked. Santana raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe... does that make you nervous?" she asked. He shook his head. "Hmm... okay, go back to reading." Santana said, going back to what she was doing. After a while, she heard a car door slam. Thinking it was too soon to be Rachel and Ace, she didn't leave the room. However, she jumped when she heard the front door slam.
"Ace, stop walking away from me! We're going to talk about this!" Rachel yelled. Santana frowned as she heard feet running up the stairs.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" her son yelled. Santana raised an eyebrow.
"Whatever I want in my house." she said.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" he yelled.
"You're mom. Who the hell do you think you are? Since when do you think its okay to talk to me like that?" Santana asked. He rolled his eyes. "Whoa. Hold up. You need to back yourself up. First of all, you're gonna go back downstairs and apologize to your mother."
"Not a chance in hell." Ace said, pushing past Santana .
"Aaron Christopher Elliot Lopez, get your ass downstairs right now!" Santana yelled. Rachel ran up the stairs and into the room. "Rachel, go back downstairs."
"Why?" she asked.
"Because he's going to go downstairs and apologize to you." Santana said. Rachel sighed.
"Keegan, come here!" she called. He ran into the room. "Sweetie, go next door to Aunt Quinn and Uncle Noah's house. Aunt Quinn is home, I saw her car in their driveway. Tell her that we have to take care of something and need her to watch you for a little while." Rachel said. He nodded and ran downstairs, eager to get away from all of that. He ran out of the house, through the backyard and the gate between the two yards, and straight to the backyard.
"Aunt Quinn!" he yelled, opening the door. She walked into the back room.
"Keegan what are you doing here? Why aren't you at school?" she asked.
"I got suspended." he said. She raised an eyebrow.
"Are you hiding out from your mom?" she asked. He shook his head. "Then what are you doing here?"
"Ace got arrested and Mom's going crazy. Mama told me to come here for a little bit. She told me to ask you if I could hang out here untl it dies down." he said.
"Yea, definitely. Did you eat lunch?" He nodded. "Okay then... I'm assuming you're grounded since you're suspended, so that rules out T.V. What do you want to do?" she asked. He shrugged.
"I kind of wanted to watch Ace get in trouble." he said. Quinn laughed.
"That's not an option and trust me, if Santana is the one yelling at him, you don't want to be there. Come on. We'll play cards or something." she said. Back at the Lopez house, Santana was still yelling.
"So you get drunk and high and suddenly you think you're some big shot who can talk to us however he wants?" Santana yelled. Rachel stepped between the two and put a hand on her wife's shoulder.
"Santana, please calm down." she said. Santana looked down at her short wife.
"Rachel, did you hear how he talked to me?" she asked. Rachel nodded.
"Yes. It was a lot nicer than what I got." Rachel said. Santana glared at her oldest son.
"Be extremely thankful I wasn't the one to pick you up." she hissed. Rachel gently pushed her back.
"Santana, yelling like this is getting us nowhere."
"Rachel, come on!"
"Santana, stop it. Ace, what the hell has gotten into you?" she asked. He shrugged. "Aaron." she said. He looked up. He knew that his moms only called him Aaron when they were really pissed. Hearing Aaron was worse than hearing his full name.
"I wasn't drunk." he said.
"You were pretty damn close, apparently." Santana said. Rachel rolled her eyes at the tone, but was happy that Santana wasn't yelling.
"I especially wasn't high. I didn't touch that shit." he said.
"Watch your mouth, Aaron." Santana said. He shrugged.
"I didn't touch that stuff. I'd never do that." he said.
"Comforting, but I'd feel a lot better if you hadn't been drinking either." Rachel said. Santana nodded.
"Well, you can't always get what you want, can you?"
"What did I say about watching your mouth?" Santana asked. Rachel raised an eyebrow up at her wife. "Well guess what? You get to spend the next two months with no phone, no T.V., no video games, no iPod, no fun. We'll see how I feel at the end of the two months." Santana said.
"Wait. Keegan got suspended too! He only got like three days!"
"Keegan got in a fight. You got arrested." Rachel said.
"We're not discussing this, Aaron. You're in so much trouble." Santana said. He nodded. "And I hope you have a killer hangover tomorrow." she said, walking out of the room. Rachel picked up a box and handed it to him.
"I want all of your electronics in here. Xbox, PS3, Blu Ray player, everything. I'm going to have Uncle Puck come over later and disconnect your T.V." Rachel said.
"You want my DVD, video games, and CD collection too?" he asked sarcastically. She raised an eyebrow.
"Never thought of that. Go ahead and put them in there, too." she said. He grabbed the box and she left the room. Her bedroom door was open and she saw Santana on the bed. "You calm yet?" she asked, sitting on the bed next to her wife. Santana looked up from lying position and shook her head.
"What did we do wrong, Rach?" Santana groaned. Rachel shrugged.
"No idea. But obviously we're doing something right."
"He got arrested." Santana said.
"Yes, but we have five other kids that haven't. Keegan may have gotten suspended, but its not like you never punched anyone. You turned out pretty good." Rachel said. Santana grinned.
"Rich, successful, married to the most amazing girl." she said.
"That you punched in fifth grade." Rachel pointed out.
"I'm done apologizing for that. It was over thirty years ago." Santana said. Rachel smiled.
"I think you've made it up to me by now." she whispered, pulling the Latina's head into her lap. "Baby, we have to let them make their own mistakes."
"I don't want them to get arrested." Santana said.
"Obviously I don't want them to either, but we can't watch over them forever." Rachel said. Santana shrugged. "San, eventually their gonna be on their own." Rachel whispered. Santana nodded. "Baby, he's a junior. He's gonna be a senior next year."
"Yea, I know, Rach." Santana said.
"Here. Everything's in there." Ace said. Rachel nodded and motioned for him to put it on the couch in their room. "Okay, well, I'm going to go to my room, which is now a living hell." he said. Santana looked over before turning her head again. "What? You aren't gonna say anything?" he asked. Santana sighed.
"You know what? No. I'm not gonna say anything. I'm done saying anything. Its a waste of my breath, energy, and frankly its a waste of my time. You don't listen, so why should I bother?" she asked. He looked at her for a moment. "I give up. You obvioiusly don't want to listen to us or you would have listened when we warned you about drinking."
"Its not like I drove afterward."
"That's because the cops gave you a lift. You don't know what would have happened, Aaron. That's what scares me the most." Santana sighed and he looked down. "Just go to your room." she said, laying back down. Rachel stroked the woman's hair.
"Baby..."
"Rach, I give up. He gets any advice, its gonna be from you. I'm done trying with him." Santana said.
"Sweetie, you don't mean that." Rachel said softly.
"Yea I do. Baby, I can't deal with that."
"San, I seem to remember that I had to take care of a drunk you on more than one occasion." Rachel said.
"That's different."
"How?" Rachel asked.
"It just is, okay."
"Is that why you're so upset? Because you've been there?" Rachel asked softly.
"I don't want him to learn the hard way like I did." Santana whispered. Rachel nodded.
"I know baby. I'm sorry. I don't want that for him either. It scared me enough the first time." Rachel said. Santana nodded. "Do you think... maybe if we told him what happened-"
"Rachel, I don't know."
"San, baby, I think he should hear it. You can tell him your side and I'll tell him mine." Rachel said. Santana nodded. "Ace! Can you come here?" Rachel called.
"What?" he asked.
"Sit down. We want to talk to you." Santana said, sitting up again.
"Are we going to talk or yell?"
"We're going to talk." Santana said as he sat down. "We want to tell you a story." she said, taking a deep breath.