"Britt, are you for real? It's Wednesday night, Quinn and I are coming home tomorrow. You need to talk to Rachel." Santana said, irritation thick in her tone. Quinn turned around from the fridge and made a face at her girlfriend, hoping to ease the tension. Santana chuckled. "No, Britt, I'm not laughing at you, Quinn is being crazy."
Quinn rooted around in the fridge, looking for something to cook that night. She pulled out some chicken to cook and throw into a salad. She looked down at the counter when her phone started buzzing. Surprisingly it was the first time that both girls had called at the same time. Quinn waved the phone to show San that Rachel was calling.
'Answer it.' Santana mouthed.
Quinn hesitated just a moment, but Santana instantly frowned. "Hey, Rach, whatchya doing?"
"I'm just doing my nails…" Rachel said, slightly distracted.
Rachel had been staying in their room this week, "You better not be doing that on our bed, S will flip if you get that shit on our quilt."
"Quinn." Santana called; Quinn threw a hand up in surrender. "My girl is just being mouthy with your girl."
Quinn turned around before she rolled her eyes. "I'm serious."
"I'm on the floor, and I put a towel down." Rachel assured her.
"So, what is your plan, we are on a train tomorrow at two."
"Ugh, I don't know." Rachel sighed. She put the top back on the polish and set it aside, resting her feet on the towel. She didn't want any polish to get on anything in the room.
"Well, 'I don't know' isn't going to cut it tomorrow." She turned to look at Santana. "Hang on Rachel, Britt is on the phone with Santana." She walked out of the kitchen, and went upstairs to her bedroom and sat on her bed, "Okay, I'm upstairs."
"What am I supposed to do?"
"I'm sure that Santana is chewing out Britt right now, y'all need to talk. Tonight. Rachel." Quinn told her, reaching down to pick at her own toenails.
"Quinnnnn…" Rachel whined.
"No, you broke this, Rach; it makes sense for you to make the first move." Quinn told her.
"Like penance?" Rachel asked.
Quinn laughed at the dramatics, "Whatever you need to tell yourself, Rach. You know that no matter what, Santana is sleeping in her bed tomorrow."
"What should I say?" Rachel asked, "I'm sure that she hates me now."
"You quit the gym yesterday, that was a good thing. Maybe start with that." Quinn told her.
"Just walk out and say I quit the gym?" Rachel asked.
"I don't know, I've never been in a situation like this." Quinn said honestly. "Do you want to be dating Britt?"
"Yes." Rachel said firmly, "If there is anything the past 72 hours has taught me, it's that I need Britt." Rachel said.
Quinn nodded at that, but knew Rachel couldn't see it. "Then tell her that and submit to whatever you got coming."
"I'm not worried about the spanking Quinn; I'm worried about the conversation." Rachel told her.
"Hallelujah, it's about damn time." Quinn said.
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Santana watched Quinn walk up the stairs. "Is she doing okay?" Britt asked.
"You are in the same apartment, Brittany Susan Pierce, ask her." Santana growled.
"What do I say San?" Brittany asked.
"I don't know start with, Santana and Quinn are going to need their room back tomorrow, maybe."
Brittany laughed, "Yeah, that's it."
"You love her, you said you want to stay in a relationship with her, so go tell her that." Santana said. "I agreed to help out with the law and order, but you are Rachel's girlfriend, her top/dom whatever you want to say, so you need to be the bigger person here. You know that, so what is the real issue here?" Santana put her phone on speaker and started to cook.
"What if she doesn't want to be in a relationship anymore?" Britt mumbled.
"Then you know." Santana told her bluntly. "What if she does?"
"That's even harder, do I punish her for flirting, that feels…I don't know…" She sighed.
Santana bit her lip and listened to see if she could hear Quinn on the stairs. "If you two can communicate and push forward on to okay ground, then I can spank Rachel when we get home tomorrow."
"Explain how that will work again." Britt sighed, she leaned against the kitchen counter.
"You and Rachel will focus on your relationship, and I will step in and take care of her behavior. Get her trained up, I guess." Santana finished lamely.
"This isn't just a Rachel issue though; I need to be better at setting boundaries and enforcing them too. How will I be able to take over if I'm not growing too?" Britt asked.
"I have an idea for that too, but I haven't talked to my girl about it. After I speak to Quinn tonight, I will call you back, okay?"
"Okay." Britt said.
"For now, maybe cook dinner for both of you, and call her out of her room, and talk to her." Santana told her friend.
"That's a good idea!" Britt said excitedly.
"Alright, I love you. I'm going to go talk to Quinn, I will talk to you tonight. If you want this Britt, do the work." Santana told her.
"Yes ma'am," Britt said laughing.
Santana hung the phone up, finished dinner and brought both chicken salads upstairs. "Dinner, baby…"
"One second, S. I'm on the phone with Rach still; I'm just going to say goodbye." Quinn said.
Santana handed Quinn her bowl and sat down next to Quinn. "Two more minutes, and then hand me the phone."
"Yes ma'am." Quinn said. She wrapped her conversation up and handed off the phone.
"Rachel, you said you want to be in a relationship with Britt, that isn't happening in our bedroom. Get out and go talk to Britt. We love you; we will see you tomorrow." Santana said.
Quinn rolled her eyes at her girlfriends' heavy handedness. "Bye, Rach!"
Santana hung up, "That is the second time that you've rolled your eyes at me in half an hour, Quinn."
"Must be low blood sugar." Quinn laughed, looking at San as she took a bite of her salad.
Santana laughed, "Ah, must be."
They ate in a silence for a few moments, and Quinn could tell something was off, "Did your talk with Britt not go well?"
"It did, I think they are going to have a conversation tonight."
"That's good, so why are you being weird?" Quinn asked. Santana bit her lip, she felt like she had a good idea, but wasn't sure what Quinn was going to think. "Uh oh."
"Uh oh, what?" Santana asked.
"Uh oh, you are nervous about asking me to do something." Quinn said. She stood up and left her bowl on the ground.
"Sit down and eat your salad, low blood sugar girl." Santana commanded.
"I'm anxious, because you're anxious; I don't want to eat, I want to stretch." Quinn said.
Santana shook her head, "It isn't like that anymore Baby, sit down and eat your dinner."
"Yes ma'am." Quinn whispered. She sat down and instantly put a forkful in her mouth. After forcing in a second mouthful, she looked up, "But talk now." When Santana glared, she added a please.
"Britt brought up an issue that I've been thinking about, a plot hole if you will." Santana said.
"That Rachel will be growing as a bottom with you, but she won't be growing as a top." Quinn acknowledged; she had thought about it too.
"Were you listening in to our conversation?" San asked shocked, thinking back to if she had heard anything.
Quinn looked around her room dramatically. "We are in New Haven, I go to Yale, deductive reasoning is a skill set of mine."
Santana snorted at that, "Keep eating baby."
"Spit out your solution San." Quinn said, picking up her bowl to finish her salad off.
"What would you think about letting Britt discipline you?" Santana asked.
Quinn tilted her head to the side, "Like spank me?"
"Or ground you, or make you do a workout, same as I would." Santana told her.
Quinn smirked, and then scrunched her nose, a tell she had had since she was little that she was going to try and be sneaky. "Okay so the four of us sit down, decide on very clear rules for Rachel and I and if Rachel breaks them, you punish her, if I break them, Britt punishes me?"
"Yes." Santana said. Watching Quinn's face closely. "With the goal that you are helping Britt feel confident in this role."
"You want me to get in trouble?" Quinn asked, confused.
"No, never. But I don't want you pushing back at all with her. What do you think?"
Again, a smirk and nose twitch. "But just Britt?"
"Clarify." Santana finished her own salad.
"So I come back from a run with Rachel, exhausted and we both kick our shoes off in the living room and go grab a snack. You and Britt come into the living room, we both say no. You make Rachel do wall sits, and Britt deals with me?" Quinn asked.
"Yes, Ma'am." Santana said.
"But then that's it?" Quinn asked.
"Are you asking me if it's over then?" Santana asked.
"Yes, you aren't going to punish me after?" Quinn asked., nose twitching again.
Santana leveled her with a firm look, "We are helping our friends Quinn. I'm giving it until the end of the semester."
"I know we would be helping them." Quinn said.
"And you are already feeling like things are too relaxed, so I don't want you to feel like you can get away with murder, but I want it to be fair." San told her.
"I'm not trying to get away with anything!" Quinn said.
Santana reached behind her and grabbed the hairbrush off the nightstand. "Come here." Quinn sighed, but pushed her empty bowl aside, crawled over before sprawling herself across Santana's outstretched legs. "Did you lie to me?"
"Yes, Ma'am." Quinn conceded.
"Lift up." The two had been running, and so Quinn was in her spandex shorts without underwear. Quinn obeyed and S pulled her shorts down. Santana gave her five firm swats to each sit spot. "Do we lie to each other?"
"Ouch! Santana, ease up!" Quinn said. She took a deep breath, "No ma'am we don't lie to each other."
"How would you feel if I lied to you?" Santana asked, laying down ten more swats on Quinn's bottom.
"I would be upset!" Quinn sniffled.
Santana rolled her eyes; her girl had an iron backside. "If we do this, are you going to try and get one over on Britt?" She went back down to Quinn's sit spots for ten more swats.
"No, San I promise…"
Santana put the hairbrush down and rubbed Quinn's back, but she was sniffling at best. "I think that if they agree then in the moment we will let Britt take care of the situation, but we will keep up your weekly maintenance spankings."
"Okay," Quinn agreed.
"And if I feel like Britt is being way too light, we may do maintenance on Thursday and Monday before you go home." Santana said. "But none of that matters if you don't feel comfortable with Britt spanking you. It's okay if you don't."
"I trust Britt." Quinn said.
"Not what I asked." Santana said, rubbing Quinn's bottom to take out a little of the sting.
"I feel okay about it, but if I don't like it either being spanked or you spanking Rachel, it's okay for me to say that?" Quinn asked, turning her head to look at her girlfriend.
"Do you want to sit up?" San asked.
"Do I have to, I'm comfortable, and I listened to you and ate…" Quinn said quickly.
"Shhhh…baby, settle." Santana said, still rubbing her bottom. She tried not to laugh as Quinn pushed her bottom up more for her. Santana rewarded her with more rubbing. She reached behind her again, and Quinn stiffened. "Quinn, settle."
Quinn forced her body to relax, "Yes ma'am."
Santana pulled down some of Quinn's lavender lotion and opened it, rubbing her girls bottom and thighs. She knew that it was honestly an insanely light spanking for Quinn, but she was sure that her baby was fragile with all of the nonsense going on. "If you ever feel uncomfortable, I not only want you to, but I expect you to tell me right away. Am I understood?"
"Yes, San." Quinn agreed, shutting her eyes as she relaxed.
"I'm serious, Quinn, no acting out. No hiding your feelings. You will open your mouth and tell me right away." Quinn didn't answer right away. "Closed mouths don't get fed, Quinn. If you have a problem, you need to speak up."
"I will S!" Quinn snapped. She hated the whole 'closed mouths don't get fed' saying. It was one that her and Fran had heard often growing up.
Santana picked up the hairbrush and gave her ten more swats to her upper thighs. "Tone."
"I know! I'm sorry!" Quinn said, still keeping her eyes shut.
"Get up, lets move to the bed. We can watch a movie and then call Britt." Santana said.
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An hour and a half later and San was gently shaking Quinn's shoulder, "Wake up, Baby, we need to call Britt." Quinn burrowed deeper under the covers. "Do you need another taste of the brush?"
Quinn opened her eyes, "I'm tired."
"Next week is fall break, you have one more day of classes and then nothing for like eleven days. You can sleep then." Santana told her.
"No, I will be dealing with Rachel and Britt's chaos then." Quinn said. She rubbed her eyes, but sat up a little.
Santana reached down and brushed the hair from Quinn's face, "We don't have to do this. We can just offer advice."
"It's fine. So lets do it now," Quinn said, her voice still heavy with sleep.
"Lucy Quinn, are you sure?" Santana asked.
"Yes ma'am, but I'm gonna keep my eyes closed." Quinn said, closing her eyes again.
San just shook her head and called Britt. "Hey, I'm putting you on speaker phone."
"Me too." Britt said.
"Oh good, does that mean you and Rachel are finally in the same room?" Quinn asked.
"Yes. She is cuddled up in my lap as we speak." Britt said.
"Hi," Rachel said shyly.
"Good job guys!" Santana encouraged. "So everything is all good there?"
"We talked, and we are working on it. Trust is something that takes time to rebuild, but we are going to work harder this time around." Britt told them.
"Good, good." Quinn said sleepily.
"I was talking to Rachel about you maybe taking over her discipline for a little while…" Britt said, plunging in.
"And what do you think Rach?" Santana asked.
"I feel nervous about it." Rachel said honestly.
"Just behave, Rae, it's not that hard." Quinn said.
Santana reached over and swatted her. Quinn yelped. "Either join the conversation properly, or don't."
"Yes ma'am." Quinn rolled over on to her back to get rid of the target and opened her eyes.
"I think anything is worth trying." Rachel said honestly.
"But again, I'm wondering about my growth in this, so I can be the person Rachel needs too." Britt said.
"We have a solution to that." Santana told her, looking down at Quinn. "We think that tomorrow when you get out of your last class, Britt, we should all sit down and establish the rules for everyone, and then I will take over Rachel's discipline, and you can take over Quinn's."
"Really?" Britt asked.
"Yeah, I think it will be a good way for you to gain more confidence in the role." Santana told her. She looked down at Quinn, nose twitching. "And she knows that she needs to be helpful."
"I'll help you grow your skills, Brittany Spears!" Quinn said.
"I think that's worth trying." Britt said, "Rach?"
"I uh…yeah I think that will be okay."
"Are you sure? You need to speak up if you have a problem. Closed mouths don't get fed." Santana said. Quinn rolled her eyes. "Quinn…"
"You're right; I'm sorry." Quinn said. "Rae, tell us."
"We will have a safety net if things go wrong?" Rachel asked.
"Yes, and I think it will help us all with communication." Santana said.
"Agreed." Britt leaned in and kissed Rachel's ear.
"So, we get our bed back tomorrow?" Quinn asked.
"Yes." Rachel and Britt both said.
"I wanted it stated for the record, that was never a question for me." Santana said.
"Things are going to be fine with us tomorrow when you get home?" Rachel asked. "Like we can watch a movie or something while we wait for Britt?"
Quinn watched Santana's jaw tighten at that question. She rolled over and pulled San's arm around her and snuggled close. This may be harder than she thought.
"Things will be okay with us tomorrow, but while we wait for Britt, Quinn is going to go meet up with this math tutor, and you and I are going to have our first discussion." Santana told her.
"Like a spanking?" Rachel asked nervously.
"Yes, you are going to tell me everything you need cleaned from the slate, and we will take care of it so we can move forward." Santana told her. She felt Quinn pull even closer and she started scratching her back.
"Okay," Rachel conceded anxiously.
"Alright, we are gonna get some sleep, see you tomorrow." Santana said, hanging up. "Tell me what you're thinking." Her only response was Quinn fake snoring. Santana laughed, "Okay, but I am serious the expectation is that you speak to me if anything comes up, or big trouble for you miss. I don't make idle threats."
"You never have. Now cuddle me!' Quinn ordered playfully. Santana gladly obliged.