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The group walked up the driveway slowly, they wanted to get home and into bed but they didn't want to face Maggie. She nearly never got angry but when she did it was hell. They walked on the grass as the police car drove out of the driveway. Puck and Finn were obviously inside now. The hall light was on as they reached the door. They stood in front of the closed door, not one of them wanting to be the first inside, eventually Santana reached for the handle and pushed it open. Knowing that they wouldn't be able to just sneak upstairs they proceeded in a line to the living room where they could see a light under the crack of the door. Santana looked back at the group.
"What do we do?" she whispered.
"I don't know, can you hear anything?" Quinn asked, from the back of the group.
Santana turned back and placed her ear to the door. The rest of the group waited, none of them daring to even breath.
"Not a thing." Santana whispered.
Just then the door swung open revealing an angry looking Maggie.
"Ah you're home." she said.
They didn't know what to say so they said nothing.
"I want you all to go to bed. We'll discuss this in the morning. Go quietly so you don't wake the kids. I expect you downstairs in the morning at 8.00. And if any of you are drunk, I want someone sober with them tonight, ok?"
They were silent still.
"Okay?" Maggie said, voice raised slightly.
"Yes." they chorused.
"Bed."
They did what they were told and climbed the stairs. Maggie was rarely angry but when she was, she got really scary. Nobody wanted to upset her. They all dreaded the morning, especially the ones who would have hangovers... They decided to stick to Maggie's rules as not to anger her more.
Santana had sobered up quite a bit on the way home so she could look after Brittany who was still drunk and seemed to have lost her top. They quietly bade goodnight to everyone on the landing and Santana dragged Brittany to their room, making sure she didn't wake any of the kids in the way. Once they were in the bedroom, Santana shut the door. She didn't bother turning on the light as she knew it would just hurt her head. This wasn't the first time she had been caught drunk. She opened the curtains instead, letting the moonlight flood in to light the room. Brittany was sitting on her bed and Santana was glad she wasn't the loud sort of drunk.
"Come on Britts, bedtime." she said, quietly.
"But I'm not tired..." Brittany moaned.
Santana smiled.
"You will be in the morning! Come on, where are your pyjamas?" she said.
Brittany pointed to the back of the door and Santana went to fetch them. When she returned Brittany had removed her skirt.
"Here." Santana said to her. "Put on your pyjamas."
The blonde cheerleader shook her head.
"I don't want to, it's too hot!" she cried.
Santana shushed her.
"Fine! Just shut up! If Maggie hears you we'll both be dead!" she hissed.
"Sorry Santana..." Brittany smiled.
Santana rubbed her forehead. Jeez it was hard looking after a drunk.
"Get into bed, yeah?" she said.
Brittany scrambled to the top of her bed and sprawled out on top of her duvet.
"Aren't you getting in?" Santana asked.
"No."
Santana sighed.
"Okay, whatever, just go to sleep."
She turned to her bed but Brittany gave a moan.
"What?"
"I need a goodnight kiss!"
"A what...?"
Brittany frowned.
"A goodnight kiss!" she repeated.
"Brittany just go to sleep."
"No!"
"Shh!"
"No!"
"Fine!"
Santana bent down and kissed Brittany on the cheek.
"Sleep!"
"That wasn't a proper kiss! I want one on the lips!" Brittany cried.
"Ah Jesus..." Santana muttered.
Brittany puckered her lips. Santana bent down and touched her lips to her best friend's. After a second Santana went to pull away but Brittany caught the back of her neck and pulled her back down kissing her again. Santana found herself not pulling away like she should, she was kissing back and enjoying it. After a while they did break apart. Brittany smiled up at her. Santana was in shock. She had just made out with her nearly naked best friend on her bed. She found her eyes roaming to the blondes, only just covered my thin lace, breasts. She had never looked at Brittany this way before and she found that she was turned on. She knew it was probably the alcohol messing with her brain but she was freaked out. She stood up straight.
"Go to sleep." she said to Brittany.
Brittany didn't say anything just pulled back her bed covers and climbed under them.
"Goodnight San." she whispered.
"Night Brittany."
Santana quickly changed and got into bed too. Her mind was buzzing and she knew she wouldn't get much sleep now.
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"Finn, go to bed."
Finn jumped up quickly. He didn't want to be in the living room anymore. Maggie hadn't really told them off yet but she was angry and the screaming would come soon enough. She had been standing at the front door waiting for them when the police took them home. She had thanked the police and grabbed them by the arm. After asking about the rest of the group and trying to control her temper she told them how disappointed she was in them. Puck had been bleeding so she allowed him to get a wet cloth from the downstairs bathroom. Though she knew a bit of what had gone on from the police phone call she didn't know much so she had started to quiz Finn. He hadn't done much. Just got Quinn away from the creep, he hadn't been drinking either so he wasn't in that much trouble. Puck returned so Maggie had let him go. He shut the door behind him and sighed. He predicted the teenagers of the home were in for a week of pain.
Puck sank into the couch, he held a damp cloth up to his nose, not daring to look at the care worker fuming in front of him.
"I hope you know you're in trouble." Maggie said lowly.
He nodded.
"Noah, look at me." Maggie sighed, dropping her arms.
He looked up. The cloth was already stained red and he had old dried up blood on his chin. She dropped into the couch next to him. She knew, at least for tonight, shouting wasn't going to get her anywhere.
"Are you okay?" she asked him.
In response he pulled the cloth away. The heavy blood had stopped now which left only trickling blood.
"Here." she pulled out a tissue from her Cardigan pocket and gave it to him.
"Thanks." he said quietly.
"I don't think it's broken or anything." she said.
"The police dude checked me over." he told her.
There was a silence as Puck blotted at his nostrils, managing to stop the bleeding. There was blood all over his face so Maggie took the cloth from him.
"Here." she said, wiping around his nose and chin carefully. She curled her finger under his chin, pulling him further towards her.
"Why did you hit that boy?" she asked him.
"He was touching Quinn. I got angry." he muttered.
"She could of handled herself, you know that." she said.
"Yeah..."
"Are you angry now?" she asked him.
"No. I'm sorry Maggie." He almost felt like he was about to cry.
"It's okay. Just try not to do it again." she said.
"Try?"
"Your very hardest." she said. "But don't think you won't be punished tomorrow."
He smiled. She dropped the cloth but kept her finger under his chin.
"You're a good boy really." she smiled.
"I try."
She kissed him on the cheek softly.
"Go to bed." she told him.
He stood up. He was tired and in pain and needed sleep. He was just at the door when Maggie called out.
"8.00 in the morning, down here." she said.
He smiled back at her before closing the door softly and heading up the stairs to bed.