a/n: do people even read these little notes? no? okay. anyway, sorry for late update. umm, so yeah.
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"Regina!"

I threw myself at the Regina shaped lump occupying the majority of our bed. She groaned and rolled into a human version of a nugget.

"Regina,"
"Mm," I pulled the covers from Regina's body and marvelled at the silky slate grey pyjamas she donned.

"It's Saturday and do you know what that means?"

"If you mention something about a sleep in I will wholeheartedly agree dear," Her voice was sleepy and she tried prying the blankets from my fingers.

"Nope," I popped my lips on the P, "it means, rise and shine motherfucker,"

Okay, yeah, maybe that sort of language wasn't the best idea when it came to Regina Mills but hey, it got her moving…even though at the pace of a snail, moving nonetheless.

"Must you swear at this god forsaken hour?"

I hummed and nuzzled my head underneath Regina's arm, resting myself against the woman's glorious boobs.

"Yes, because it gets you moving,"

"What time is it anyway?"

"Around nine thirty," Regina's eyes snapped open and her grip around my shoulders tightened,

"Shit," She threw herself off the bed and disappeared into her walk in closet.

"What?" I flopped down onto the soft sheets and groaned, "what is it Regina?"
"I'm late!" she squeaked,

"For what," I rattled my brain for any sort of plans either she or both of us had planned,

"Work Ms Swan, I am late for work," Regina wrestled her slim body into her infamous slate dress and tottered to the bathroom as she slipped a heel on,
"Regina it's Saturday,"

"What?"

"I did say that to you earlier,"
"And you assumed I listened to you dear," Regina relaxed considerably and flung her heel off as she leaned against the doorframe.

"Well yeah, my voice is pure sex,"
Regina's cheeks pinked, "yes, yes it is,"

I sent a goofy grin her way as I crawled into the middle of the bed, wrapping the sheets around my body.

"So what's on the agenda today?"

"Shopping,"

I rolled onto my back as Regina rolled her eyes.

"My pantry is full Ms Swan,"
"Not food shopping…"
Regina eyed me suspiciously as she ran her fingers over my section of the wardrobe, "you don't need any more clothes…nor shoes,"

"Not clothes shopping,"

"All my furniture is fine,"
"Not furniture, but I mean, if you want to take a trip to Ikea to get a new couch, I'm all for it…"
"My couch is fine!"
"Is it? Is it really?"

Regina huffed and crossed her arms, "where are you going with this?"
I got onto my knees and flourished my arms into the air, "stationary shopping!"

Regina blanked, "pardon dear?"

"I said," I threw my arms once again into the air, "stationary shopping,"

"Stationary shopping…"

"Yep,"

"Why?"

"Um, because if I am going to be head of department, I'm going to need some sick arse pens and shit to keep my rep up,"

"You have no reputation,"
"Being the coolest teacher in all of Story Brooke? Pretty sure that's some serious rep to uphold babe,"

Regina just glared.

"Fine Ms Swan, but Henry is coming,"

I saluted the woman as she turned on her heel and disappeared down the hallway.

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Twenty minutes later and one misplaced set of car keys, Regina, me and the kid all drove down into town to the huge office supply super store. Both Henry and Regina sported the dull expression as Regina pulled into the parking lot,

"Why aren't you excited Regina? This is going to be so fun!"

"Mum, its stationary… calm down,"
"I agree," Regina mumbled as she locked the Mercedes. Heaven forbid Regina drive anywhere in my Bug.

"I will not calm down," I practically wiped my hands on the massive '50 percent off' sale sign that stuck onto the front door, "Look! Sale!"

Henry rolled his eyes as the automatic doors beeped open and we were engulfed in stationary heaven.

Regina took my hand like a mother would to an eager child, and handed Henry a basket. But Henry just shook his head and motioned to one of the shopping carts. Regina nodded silently and walked me down the different isles as I 'oohed' in excitement at different things.

"Look, notebooks!"

"No dear," Regina squeezed my hand,

"Are you sure?"
"Yes,"
"Not even one?"

"No,"

"Damn it," I pouted as Regina froze.

"Fuck yeah!" We had reached the aisle I wanted the most in this shop; pens.

"Mum!"

"You have the mouth of a sailor,"

But I wasn't listening. In front of me was a whole aisle dedicated to pens, and not just any old type of pens; gel-pens, four colour pens, pens you can erase, all sorts of fun stuff.

"Has your Mother always had an obsession with pens?" I tried to listen in on their conversation but I was distracted by a multi coloured gel pen.

"Ooh, shiny," I drew a little flower on a scrap bit of paper to check the ink.

"Eh, yeah sort of, but it's something you get used to,"

"I see…"

I grabbed four different varieties of the gel pen and dumped them in the ever growing pile of random shit that I probably did not need but wanted.

"When I was a kid, Mum used to bring me home these colouring in sheets and like…" I pulled a cap off one of the smelly markers and stuffed it under my nose; strawberry, "like…not let me do them because she was too fascinated with the pens,"

"In other words, she'd just colour them in herself,"
"Pretty much,"

I picked a seven pack of smelly markers off the shelf and threw them in the trolley with expert precision.

"I'm essentially in a relationship with a child,"
"Pretty much yeah, but like, in a non-weird sort of way," Henry admired a shimmery ruler and stuck it back down. Regina just stared at the trolley, bemused.

"I'm surprised you're able to control yourself Regina," I quipped as I studied the '2 for 1' deal in front of me.

"And why is that my dear?"

"Come off it Regina; stationary shops are like crack to teachers,"

Henry groaned as Regina tittered,

"Mum what the hell,"
"Crack…to teachers? Honestly Ms Swan, your analogies astound me,"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I grabbed the front of the trolley and guided it to the check out.

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"How you managed to spend over two hundred dollars on pens is mind-boggling,"

The boot of Regina's car was chock-a-block filled with random bits and pieces I had managed to sneak in the trolley, plus with added pens. I was fat and happy with my purchases, however, Henry, who was practically drowning in the back seat with all the plastic bags, was not.

Regina hadn't shut up about my impulse buying since we left the store.

"Two hundred dollars…on pens, why," Regina huffed we pulled into Mifflin; there was another car there that was not my Bug, but a pale blue Getz.

"Why on Earth is Ms Blanchard in my driveway?"

I was just as confused as Regina. I hopped out the car, leaving my bags in there, and jogged up to the driver's side of the Getz. Mary Margaret leaned against the door, nervously tapping her phone in her palm.

"Mary Margaret?"

The pixie haired History teacher jumped at the sound of her name and her eyes went wide.

"Emma, I, uh, hello,"

As bad as this sounded, I couldn't help but notice Blanchard was very stylishly dressed; a loose white tee shirt, cropped boyfriend jeans and black flats.

"Is…is um, Regina here?"

"Ms Blanchard what is the meaning of this?" Regina fumed.

"It's Blue; we've got a problem…"

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As much as Regina would have probably liked to have not invited the History teacher into her house, I let the clearly nervous woman in.

Regina turned the kettle on as Mary Margaret lowered herself into one of the stools that surrounded the kitchen island.

"What happened?" I rested a reassuring hand on Mary Margaret's shoulder and she slid her phone onto the countertop.

"She called me, drunk,"

"And," Regina fetched three mugs from the cupboard and portioned out the coffee and sugars,

"White and one please, but Blue called me, drunk off her face, abusing me,"

Blanchard clicked the recording button on her phone and an oddly familiar voice rang out,

"You stupid bitch, siding with those lesbians…you're all going to burn in hell, you know that? You and your co-workers and that stupid boyfriend of yours Mary Margaret…" there was a sob and a clink of glass, "Mary Margaret…like Virgin Mary, you should be against this! That's what Jesus would do,"

Regina raised her hand to silence it and we were all left in the quiet.

"The woman's crazy Regina," Mary Margaret pleaded. Regina was definitely mulling over what to do,

"Where's going to have to get Sidney to fire her,"

Mary Margaret gasped as I scrunched up my face in confusion, "wait, who's this Sidney dude?"

Regina chewed on her thumbnail; something I had never seen the woman do, "Sidney Glass, head chairman of the Board of Education,"

"He's the big guns basically," Mary Margaret clarified, "if you want something done right away, you let the guy know,"

"Ah, I see, so, Blue is out?"

"Ms Superior will be so far out no institution of Education will ever hire her again, and I can bet you that she will never ever get a job easily with such disgusting remarks and actions like that,"

Regina meant business as she pulled out her phone from her pocket. I turned to Mary Margaret as Regina pressed the phone to her ear. I wanted to lighten the mood,

"Guess what? I just spent two hundred dollars at the stationary shop,"

Mary Margaret's eyes popped open wider, "on what?"

I shrugged, "pens,"

Before Mary Margaret could respond, Regina cleared her throat, "Ms Blanchard, are you able to send that recording?"
"Of course," She picked up her phone as Regina relayed a mobile phone number to her,

"Mr Glass, Ms Blanchard is now sending you the file…"

Mary Margaret's phone beeped and I could hear the muffled voice of a Mr Sidney Glass through the phone,

"So much for her contract to be over in three weeks," I mused. Regina finished the call and had the biggest grin plastered on her face,

"After her contract here, that bitch will never be able to get work at a school ever again,"

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