A/N Just some domestic mother/daughter F/f discipline, don't like don't read.

Takes place during The Purple Piano Project when Santana is thrown out of Glee.

The timeline is my own so it won't be exactly canon. I hope you enjoy.

RATED M

Santana stalked out of the choir room more hurt than angry. Of all people, how did Mr. Schue not understand what Glee meant to her? How did he not understand the power Coach Sylvester held over her? She needed that cheerleading scholarship for college. The Latina could not afford to piss off the psychotic blonde, and get thrown off the squad.

All that talk of a family, and the first thing her did was dump her, like she was nothing. Everyone did, not one person stood up for her. She had a wall up that very few people were allowed to penetrate, but she had allowed the members of New Direction in. It destroyed her that apparently no one trusted her. She had allowed herself to be real with them, and see the real Santana Lopez. No one besides her parents and B had ever seen the vulnerable person behind the mask, until her fellow members of New Direction.

She was devastated to have been dismissed so easily. Not that she would ever admit it to those assholes.

She opened her locker and the first thing she saw was her favorite picture of Brittany. Quinn had taken it junior year. Her girlfriend was watching her sing, and was unaware her picture was being taken. She had that special, unencumbered, innocent smile that encompassed her whole face. Her crystal blue eyes sparkled with adoration, her eyes crinkled at the edges, her mouth wide open, and her perfect teeth on display. It perfectly embodied her innocent girlfriend who loved freely, rejoiced fully, and gave of her whole self. How Santana wished she could be that free. Well, that was never going to happen.

Shutting the locker door, she nearly screamed when Brittany popped up right behind it, "Jesus, babe, you scared the shit out of me."

The tall blonde crossed her arms over her chest, and stared dispassionately at her girlfriend, "I am so disappointed in you, Santana. How could you help burn down our special piano?"

"I had no choice, and you know that," she leaned forward so her voice wouldn't carry down the empty hall.

"Yes, you did have a choice. We always have choices. You just don't want to make it," Her blue eyes showed the depth of her disappointment and sadness.

Santana stood there feeling the slow fire of fury starting in her belly. She knew by the time it hit her mouth, she could not be held responsible for what came out of it. Still, she could not stop the bitterness and pain from pouring out of her, "Yeah big choice; lose my scholarship and my chance of a college education or lose New Directions, the best part of my entire day, my passion for music, and the only real friends I have ever had. Brilliant fucking choice, thanks B!"

She stormed off down the hall without a backwards glance. The Latina was shaking with rage; she couldn't remember ever being that angry with Brittany. She needed to get out of McKinley before she ruined things with the love of her life.

"San?" Brittany called after her, "Santana! Santana Bianca!"

The Latina walked right out of McKinley High, her head held high, as tears streamed down her cheeks.

The blonde sighed heavily. She shouldn't have been so hard on the girl she loved. She did understand the pressure Coach had put on her. The last thing she expected was Mr. Schue to make San leave New Directions. She'd try talking to him, but she knew her girl's pride was wounded. It would take a lot to make her come back.

"Shoot!" The dancer walked back sadly to the choir room. She would call Santana later, and try to apologize for not standing up for her or at least leaving the room with her in protest. It's just she was so disappointed that Santana helped burn down the piano. Quinn Fabray was another matter altogether. She was worried for her friend, sad, and angry all at the same time. So many things to deal with, but she needed Santana to help her figure out what to do. Senior year was not turning out to be the carefree fun she had expected.

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Maribel was bustling around the kitchen singing along with the songs on the Spanish language radio, "Santana is not the only one with talent in this family," she thought to herself, as she danced around the kitchen, shaking her ass and laughing out loud.

She was startled to hear the front door bang open and slam shut. Maribel looked up at the clock on the wall. Santana was early, "I'm in the kitchen, mija," she called out.

Santana ran up the stairs, and slammed her bedroom door shut.

Maribel sighed as she wiped her hands off on the dish towel, neatly folded it and headed upstairs to talk to her obviously upset daughter.

She was stopped by the phone ringing, "Hello?"

"Maribel, it's Will Schuester. I need to speak to you about Santana."

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Santana was lying on her bed. She was finished with crying, but she couldn't stop the crushing pain of betrayal in her chest. It was making it hard to breathe. She heard the gentle knocking on her bedroom door.

"Mija, may I speak to you?"

"I'm fine, Mamí. I just had a bad day. I'd like to be alone right now."

Santana heard the handle jiggle, and knew she was not going to get out of talking.

"Santana, open the door please. You know we don't lock doors in this house," Maribel said firmly.

The upset teen got off her bed, and clicked the lock on her bedroom door. She turned back to her bed, and lay down again.

Maribel opened the door, and stood in the doorway. Her maternal eyes swept over her prone teenager. Instinctively she knew this wasn't guilt or fear of punishment. Her baby looked devastated, bereft. It was not a familiar sight for Maribel.

The teen spoke softly, "I heard the phone ring. I assume it was Mr. Shue?"

"It was."

"Well then, you already know what I did. Can we just get the punishment over with? I don't really want to talk about it."

It was not said in anger, attitude, or with disrespect. That Maribel was used to, that she could deal with. She had never seen her mercurial, fiery daughter act broken. It was scaring her a little. She watched as Santana put an arm over her eyes. The mother walked over and sat down on the bed next to her child.

"I know what Will Shuester said happened. I'm more interested in what you have to say?" She said softly.

Santana snorted, "Since when? You get a phone call, and I get my butt beat."

Maribel Lopez closed her eyes, and counted to ten, "Sit up, Santana."

The teen ignored her, being petulant.

"Now, Santana!" Maribel said in a voice that brooked no disobedience.

Santana sat up, and scooted back against the headboard. She crossed her arms across her chest irritably, still not making eye contact with her mother. Her eyes were red, and swollen. She looked awful.

"Santana Bianca Lopez, I am trying to talk to you like a grownup, and I don't appreciate your attitude or disrespect. Now if you'd prefer to continue to act like a rude child, I would be happy to treat you as such. Do you understand me, young lady?" Maribel said sternly.

"Sorry, Mamí." The implication was clear, and she really didn't want a spanking for her attitude in addition to the one she was sure she was in for later.

Maribel waited for Santana to say more. When she didn't, her mother decided to give her daughter a little more time to pull her thoughts together. She patted Santana gently on her bare thigh, "Why don't you relax before dinner, mija? Papí has to work late tonight so he won't be here to eat with us. After we eat, we are going to talk about all this. Do you understand?"

The teen nodded sullenly.

"I expect an answer, Santana."

"Yes, Mamí. I understand."

Maribel left the room, closing the door behind her. She wanted to talk to her husband about this. Seeing Santana like this was very upsetting.

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She was sitting at the kitchen table, "I don't know what to think, Nando. I've never seen her look so defeated. It's unsettling. For the first time in her life, I don't know what to do or say to her. On top of all that, I still need to deal with our teenager setting fire to school property in the middle of the school commons."

The older Latina took a sip of her tea, as she listened to her husband. She looked up when Brittany walked in the back door. She waved her in, and directed her to sit at the table. She wanted to talk to the other cheerleader before she let the blonde go upstairs.

Brittany pointed to the refrigerator, and Maribel smiled and nodded her approval. The tall blonde got up and grabbed a bottle of water. Brittany pointed upstairs, and this time her other mother nodded no. The Cheerio pouted, but sat back down at the table. Maribel almost laughed at the blonde's antics.

After another minute, she ended the call, "I love you too, mi amor. I'll call you later."

She hung up the phone, and stared hard at the suddenly squirming blonde in front of her. It was clear she felt guilty about something. Maribel hoped she wasn't one of the group of Cheerios that had burned down the piano.

"I spoke with Mr. Shuester a while ago on the phone," she said in a quiet angry voice, "Were you one of the Cheerio's who set the piano on fire, young lady?"

"No, mama L" she said sadly, her head down as she developed a sudden keen interest in her fingernails.

Maribel watched her with amusement; the poor child couldn't lie her way out of a wet paper bag. Unlike her daughter, who was scarily efficient at lying, "Brittany Susan Pierce! I expect the truth out of you or…,"

Brittany looked up quickly, her sky blue eyes wide and innocent, "But Mama, I didn't, honest."

The experienced mother knew the blonde was hiding something, "Then why do you look so guilty?"

The dancer went back to staring at her fingernails, "Because I knew what the cheerleaders were going to do, and I didn't stop them."

"I see. Brittany, look at me sweetie," she waited until the blonde looked her in the eye, "You didn't join the others in doing something that was not only wrong, it was dangerous. I'm proud of you for making the right choice."

With those words, the tall blonde burst into tears. Maribel was completely at a loss. This day was getting stranger and stranger, "Did you and Santana get in a fight, sweetie? Is that why you are so upset?"

Brittany nodded yes, no, and then shrugged. The surrogate mother got up and walked around to pull the blonde into her arms. She loved this child as if she had given birth to her.

The blonde sniffed loudly, and wiped her nose on the back of her hand like a small child, "I was mean to her Mama L. I was just so sad that she did that, you know? When Mr. Schue told her to leave and not come back to Glee, I let her go. I didn't stand up for her. Nobody did." She trailed off sadly, "I think she's really upset with me know, since I'm her best friend and all that."

Maribel had to bite her lip; she knew her precious daughter loved this young woman in front of her. She also knew it was more than friendship. She had prayed that Santana would open up to her, but so far she had not. Clearly she was still dealing with her feelings. Maribel sometimes wondered if her anger didn't stem from leading two lives. Her daughter was a stubborn young woman, and she knew if she pushed it would just cause Santana to retreat further into the closet. She would just have to wait until Santana felt safe enough and more at ease with herself to come to her. The mother prayed it would happen before she left for college. Maribel didn't know how long she could keep her mouth shut, as she only child suffered.

She pulled back a bit from the object of her daughter's affections, "Oh niña, she'll forgive you. What she did today was wrong. Her actions hurt the Glee club, and everyone in it. I'm sure everyone was angry and upset. I know Mr. Shue was upset, although I am not happy that he kicked her out of the club. I am going to talk to him later about that," she said more to herself than to the girl in front of her.

"Mama L?"

Maribel was brought back to the present conversation, and not the angry one she was having in her head with the Spanish teacher who couldn't even speak Spanish. She shook her head, "I'm sorry, sweetie. You are a good girl, and a smart one. You don't always have to agree with everything Santana does. She knows you love her. Now go on up and see her," she hugged the blonde tightly and kissed her sweetly on the forehead.

"Love you, Mama L" Brittany laughed when Maribel sent her out of the room with a playful swat to her backside.

"Love you too, niña."

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Brittany came back down a few minutes later, "She doesn't want to talk to me right now. She said she'd see me tomorrow at school," the girl finished in tears.

"You know how she is sweetie. She's just upset right now. Give it a little time. I give you my word, it will all be fine."

The blonde nodded sadly, and left for her own house. She couldn't be late for dinner.

Maribel finished setting the table, and called her daughter down to dinner.

Santana ate her meal in sullen silence, while Maribel attempted polite conversation. She finally gave up, and they finished their meal each deep in thought.

The teen helped her mother clean up, and loaded the dishwasher herself.

"Thanks for your help, mija. Go out and sit on the couch. We are going to have our talk now."

The teen sat on the couch, torn between anger, guilt, and hurt. Brittany's explanation had eased some of her fears. She was reassured the blonde still loved her. She had felt better that the blonde had apologized for not defending her. Still, she hadn't given B the satisfaction of accepting her apology. She had basically ordered her out of her bedroom. The hurt in the cerulean eyes had tugged at her heart. If her Mamí didn't wind up with her phone she would call Brittany later. She could never hurt Brittany on purpose, never. The blonde was her heart, and soul.

Maribel paced in front of the couch for a minute or two. She stopped, and turned to look at her child, "I wish I understood what went on in your head sometimes. You set a piano on fire, in the middle of the school common grounds? Do you know how dangerous that is?"

Santana was getting upset again, "I didn't set it on fire, Quinn did."

"Watch your tone, Santana. What do you mean?" Maribel snapped.

The teen totally ignored her admonition to watch her tone, "Yes, me and the Cheerio's poured lighter fluid on the piano, but Quinn flicked a lit cigarette at it. It was Fabray who set it on fire, not me," she snapped at her mother.

"I will not tell you again to watch your attitude with me."

Santana jumped off the couch, fully incensed, her mouth out of control, "You say you want to know what I'm thinking? I'll tell you. I was made captain of the Cheerio's today!"

Now Maribel was really confused, "Well, that's good news, isn't it?"

"Co-Captain with Becky Jackson. I deserved to be captain after Q. Not Becky, not anyone else, just me. Coach didn't trust me. The only way I even got to be co-captain was if I vowed to sabotage Glee Club," she spat out, her voice getting louder with emotion.

Maribel stood there staring at her child. She wanted her to get it all out of her system.

"I love being a cheerleader, love it. I deserve to be captain. In any other school, they would be falling all over themselves to get me on the team. Instead, I'm stuck with that psychotic fucking bitch Sylvester!" she stopped dead when she realized what she had said in her anger.

The mother sat down heavily, "You're right, baby. Still, she is an adult, and a teacher at the school. But please watch your language in regards to Coach Sylvester," she smiled at the stunned look on her daughter's face.

"Mamí?" Santana said in shock, stunned out of her tantrum, "I'm right?"

She looked at her daughter sternly, "About the fact you deserve to be head cheerleader, about the fact that at any other school you would be sought out and courted."

She sighed, "I can't do anything about Coach Sylvester. I can't do anything about your Glee coach either, mija. If they want to act like a bunch of idiots and ruin each other that's on them. My concern is you. Did she ask you to set fire to the piano?"

Santana sat back down on the couch, "No, it was my idea, mine and Q's actually," she put her head in her hands, "I just feel like I'm walking a tightrope all the time. I love Glee. I love singing and dancing. I don't want to give either up. It's not fair. I can't give up Cheerios and I can't give up Glee."

"Brittany didn't have to give up either, and she didn't burn down school property either," Maribel said succinctly.

"She's not head cheerleader either, Mamí!" How did she not understand her dilemma?

"That sounds like what you did was more about your ego, than anything else."

Santana jumped up indignantly, "Oh that is not fair!"

"All right, I want to be fair. Let's say that your Papí's boss offers him a position as chief of surgery if he does something illegal. He can still be a doctor if he doesn't, but he gets to be chief if he does. How would you feel about him if you found out he did it to get ahead? Would you be proud of him or would you be ashamed of him?"

The teen huffed, "Or for crying out loud, that isn't anything like what I have going on!"

"Really, Santana? I think it's exactly like that. Setting that piano on fire in the middle of all those kids on school property was illegal, dangerous, and muy estúpida. How do you think an expulsion would look on your record? Maybe some time in juvenile detention or jail when someone got hurt from your stupid prank? Do you ever even think of consequences, mija?" She said angrily.

"Of course I do. The stupid pianos were throwaways. It was no big deal," she instantly realized it was the wrong thing to say when a dark storm cloud broke over her mother's face.

Maribel stood up quickly, "That is not the point, Santana! The point is your decision making. What you are willing to do to get what you want. That is the problem here. You make bad choices."

"I deserve to be captain. I've spent my entire high school years watching Q be captain. Now you want me to watch Becky Jackson be the captain because the coach doesn't think I have any balls," she shouted at her mother.

Maribel walked over and gave her a hard swat to her backside, "Enough! I need you to go to your room. I am beyond disappointed in you."

Santana tries to hold back the angry tears in her eyes, and the pain in her gut. Why can't she ever keep her mouth shut? She feels another hard swat when she doesn't move quickly enough.

"Now, Santana! I want you to really think about what we've been talking about. You are not dumb, mija. It is insulting when you act like you don't understand what I'm upset about. I'll be up in an hour."

The younger Latina ran up to her room, stopping short of actually slamming the door. That would surely be the nail in her coffin. Sadly she picks up her phone, before it gets taken away. She really needs to talk to Brittany. The blonde is her touchstone, her conscience. Talking to the love of her life always calms her down, and helps her get past her own righteous indignation. She also knew if she kept talking to her Mamí the way she was she wasn't going to sit for a week.

Downstairs, Maribel was furious with her stubborn daughter. She really did understand the pressure she was under, and she was equally angry with those two supposed adult educators in her daughter's life. She and Nando had tried all Santana's life to instill values like honesty and integrity in Santana's character. In less than a year, her daughter would be living on her own and making all her own decisions. These kids all thought life was so easy as a grownup. They had no idea of the pressures, and temptations that would confront her then. Well she had a few months to make sure Santana understood. She was going to start tonight making sure her hard-headed daughter got the point.

To be continued… I'll have the next part up Friday night. Let me know what you think…