Continuation of my first glee story
Quinn guessed she shouldn't be surprised at how well their families were getting along as they helped the girls move into their tiny 2 bedroom apartment in New York. After all Rachel's parents were the only new ones. Her parents had known Santana and Britt's parents since they were all in kindergarten. If her parents had a problem with the men being gay, they were doing a good job pretending. She watched her dad put together a bookshelf with Santana's dad while LeRoy directed, holding the instructions, and Britt's dad handed over whatever tools were asked of.
It was three days into their parents trying to make their New York apartment a home and she was growing weary. She typically enjoyed the hustle and bustle of a full house, loving to entertain much like her mother, but she was growing increasingly tense with the chaos.
She startled slightly at the hand that fell on her shoulder. "Easy, baby." The voice said in her ear. Quinn turned to San, smiling. Santana's smile quickly turned to a frown, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Quinn said, looking behind her to the men on the floor, all trying to keep their tempers in check. Chaos.
"Oh what a tangled web we weave..." Santana started. She lightly blew on Quinn's neck, causing the girl to laugh and turn back towards her.
Quinn rested her head on her girlfriends shoulder. "Just tired."
"Did you have your afternoon snack?" She felt San pull back slightly and knew she was checking her fitbit for the time. "Shit." She hissed, and Quinn knew that meant it was later than she had expected. Chaos.
Quinn heard the door slam and snuggled closer to Santana, trying to disappear. Chaos. She heard the door open and close again, this time gentler, but still didn't look up. She already knew who the culprit had been.
"Rachel!" Hiram exclaimed, exasperated with his daughter. "That's not how we treat people!"
"Lift up." Santana whispered firmly in her ear.
"Why?" Quinn whisper whined back. She was tired, and just wanted to rest here for a moment.
Santana's body had already been tense from the door slam, so the only thing she had to get her point across in a room full of people was her tone. "First, I want to have two hands to catch Britt. Second, I told you to do something, and you need to do it. Finally, watch the whine, Q." She whispered.
"We're all adults, let them solve their own problems." Quinn whispered back, not moving at all.
Santana was surprised by this, Quinn was normally Rachel's biggest protector. If Britt's face when she had come out of the bathroom with their moms was any indicator, Rachel needed protecting. She also didn't point out the irony of the fact that Quinn was in fact the only non-adult in the room. Her birthday wouldn't come until next month, in September.
"I will not be spoken to that way when I am a paying customer." Rachel said to her father, dropping the bags she had been carrying on to the living room floor.
"What's all this noise?" LeRoy asked.
"Do you think maybe that young girl was, ah...what do you kids say now? Matching energy?" Hiram asked.
"What's going on Rach?" Britt asked.
"Quinn." Santana whispered in her ear. She supposed she could just step away, but that felt like it would draw more attention than necessary.
"Okay." Quinn said in a tiny voice, straightening up. She wanted to lose her mind and throw a fit to rival Rachel's, but that didn't seem like the best choice.
Santana turned to watch Britt, as everyone else's eyes watched Rachel. She snuck a hand out and grabbed Quinn's hand though, pulling the girl close so that their shoulders were touching.
"Nothing happened, no need for all the fanfare." Rachel breezed, seeming to just notice that she was the center of attention. "It's after dinner time, any plans?"
"Yes, you telling us what happened." Britt pushed.
Britt's parents, always uncomfortable with confrontation started in. "Honey, maybe it's none of our business." Her dad chided.
Britt's mom took a more hands on approach and tried steering her from the room, but Brittany wiggled free. "We're all waiting, Rach."
Rachel's face colored slightly at that but she still didn't offer up any information for a minute. "Honestly, it was nothing."
Knowing that all that could come of that statement was more chaos, something in her snapped. She needed everyone out of the small space. "Alright," Quinn spoke up. "We appreciate you being here and helping but this is weird."
"Quinn." Judy scolded.
"You're old and this is New York, why don't you guys go out to a grown up dinner tonight?" Quinn made motion towards the door with her free hand, hoping the adults would leave.
Santana's grip tightened on her hand, but before she could reprimand her girlfriend Russel stepped in. "Quinn, enough."
"You guys really have nothing better to do for five straight nights then hang out with us?" Quinn, asked, breathing through the pain of the death grip Santana had on her. At this point she didn't care if she was in trouble, these people just needed to go.
"Yes, I could use a drink. Let's leave the kids to their first dinner alone in their apartment." Britt's mom agreed, all too excited to escape the tension.
"Here here!" Hiram chimed in, already distracted from his daughter's tantrum.
The other parents took the hint, and after hugs, and assurances that they would be back in the morning, started to leave.
Judy and Russell pulled Quinn aside before leaving. "That wasn't a good showing." Her dad said sternly.
"I'm sorry. There are just a lot of people in a very small space." Quinn told him.
"Now that you are on your own, we will tell you what we told Frannie: you are never too old to be put back in check, am I understood?" He asked.
Quinn looked up at him, "Yes, Sir." She was too tired and hungry to be sorry, but she hoped that her tone conveyed enough fake remorse to get them to leave.
Judy pulled her in, "that being said, I too am growing tired of these people."
Russell chuckled, "We just have to get through tomorrow, and then we will be on our way to New Haven."
"I didn't mean to be rude guys, I'm sorry." Quinn told them sincerely.
"Make sure you tell everyone that tomorrow." Russell told her. He pulled out his wallet and stuffed some bills in her hand, "Order in, and relax tonight, honey."
"Yes, Daddy. Thank you." Her parents gave her and Santana one last hug and then left. Quinn held her hands up before anyone could start in. "My dad gave me cash for dinner, I missed my afternoon snack, do we want to pick a place to eat and order before we fight?"
Santana stalked over to the fridge and pulled out a cheese stick, while Britt went and pulled out all the takeout menus their moms had gone and collected the day before. No matter what food was not something they were willing to mess with.
The girls settled on a Chinese place and put in their orders. Hearing it was going to be an hour before it was delivered, Quinn grabbed an orange from the counter, and Rachel's hand and pulled her down on to the couch with her. She held out half the orange, and the girl willingly took it.
Santana and Britt joined them, sitting across from them on the coffee table. "Spill your guts, Kid." Santana prompted.
"There really isn't a story here. We went out to grab a few things for...well to grab a few things and..."
"Let's pause the story there for a minute. Rachel, bring me those bags you dropped on the floor, please." Britt told her.
"I'd rather not." Rachel said, starting to pick at her nails.
Quinn leaned her body into Rachel's in an effort to get her to move. "She is going through those bags one way or another, might was well not make it harder on yourself."
Santana had to hide her smile at that. Quinn was getting better at trying to protect Rachel by helping Rachel through problems instead of trying to find ways around them, and she was proud of her for that.
Rachel stood up and collected the bags before walking back over to the couch. She set them at Britt's feet before snuggling into Quinn, who willingly opened her arms and received the girl.
Britt looked through the first bag and set it down, frowning at her girlfriend. "Santana what did you spend your day doing?"
"Setting up a study area!" San gestured off to a corner of the room, where the half assembled bookshelf laid on the floor.
"Quinn?"
"I was trying to figure out how we are going to make that tiny kitchen work for us." She looked over at the sorry excuse for a kitchen and grimaced. Their parents had bought them a movable island to give them more room, and they had put barstools around it to have a place to eat as the room was their living/dinning/kitchen/study area and still more expensive than their cottage in Ohio.
"And I've been making that bathroom capable of being shared by four girls." Britt said. "Everyone was here working for the good of the community." Brittany reached down into the bag and pulled out a leather skirt, "And you were?"
"Reinventing myself for college!" Rachel said confidently.
"Didn't I tell you we could go shopping for that after everyone went home?" Britt asked. "The priority was getting our house in order."
"Everyone is leaving Sunday! We wouldn't have time!" Rachel whined. "I needed to start with a new wardrobe!"
Quinn squeezed her and peeked out at her girlfriend, "San is going to be in New Haven all weekend, and you could have raided her closet!"
Rachel's eyes lit up at that prospect, "Stay out of my closet Berry!" Santana scolded.
"She has so many clothes, she'd never know." Quinn stage whispered, smiling teasingly.
S pointed at her, "It's both your backsides if she gets caught."
"Understood, don't get caught Rachel." Quinn giggled.
"It's your ass and hers." Santana warned Quinn, but her lips quirked.
"So you disobeyed me, and left everyone here working, then what happened?" Brittany pushed.
Rachel blushed, "The shop keeper just wasn't listening."
"And then?" Britt asked.
"And then I tried to get her to listen, and she wouldn't, and so we left..." Rachel said lamely.
Quinn pulled her in closely, "What happened?"
"Really that was it! She was being a bitch and I left." Rachel told them.
"Just left? Because your very calm dad seemed irritated."
"Well I may have knocked over a few racks on my way out." She said softly.
"Ah." Britt said. "Bedroom. Now."
"But whhhhyyyy?!" Rachel whined.
"Really?!"Britt asked, her temper rising.
"Go now, before she gets more upset." Quinn told her, gently pushing.
Rachel made her body dead weight, "What about you?"
Quinn glanced over at Santana, "I need to have my own conversation." She kissed the side of Rachel's face, "I love you, and there will be Chinese food after."
"I love you too." Rachel sighed as she stood up.
Brittany stood up and followed. Quinn stood up and slowly stretched before plopping herself down on Santana's lap.
S laughed and pulled Quinn closer, "And what happened with you today?" She snuggled through Quinn's hair into her neck.
"There were just too many people." Quinn said trying to keep the whine from her voice. She could feel Santana smile into her neck.
"And that was the best way to deal with it?" San breathed into her neck.
Quinn shivered. "It worked."
Santana laughed, pulling away slightly. "That it did."
"Are you mad?" Quinn asked, turning in her lap to see her girlfriends face.
"I think that it was not your finest hour. Tell me what's wrong."
"Everything just felt like chaos." Quinn told her.
"Do you need a spanking?" Santana asked. Quinn started to bury her face, but San pulled back, "Honest question Q."
As if on queue they heard Rachel's spanking start in the other room. "I don't think so. I was probably just hangry."
Santana nodded slowly. "We need to figure out what we are going to do about maintenance anyway. It will be easy on the weeks you come here, but what about the weekends that I'm heading to New Haven?"
"Frannie said that she would spend Saturday nights at Mitch's apartment so we had the place to ourselves for a night." Quinn told her.
"Okay," Santana sat lost in thought for a minute.
"What?" Quinn asked.
"Are you going to be good at self-reporting if something goes awry? I'm just a little worried about you being so far away."
"Well, I will have Frannie, but yes I promise to tell you if anything is getting out of control of I do anything I think you'll care about."
Santana kissed her girlfriends lips lightly. "I care about everything you do. Your parents are headed home on Sunday too?"
"Yes," Quinn said. She already knew where this was going.
"So this is probably the only time that we have to do maintenance right now, correct?" San asked.
"In theory…" Quinn whispered, this time she successfully did bury her face into San's neck.
"You know that I am not unreasonable, that there have been weeks that we have skipped, but you seem like maybe you are feeling a little out of control, is that true?" S asked gently.
"Maybe." Quinn told her.
San smirked, she knew how to get what she needed, "Baby, I'm going to have to trust that you are going to know your limits and tell me. So if you can tell me that we can skip this week, I will trust you." Quinn bit her shoulder with just a little pressure, "Ouch! Q!"
"The guilt is low, S." Quinn responded.
"Its not low Quinn, it was truthful. A lot of trust is going into this." Santana told her.
Quinn sighed heavily. "I suppose that I am a little stressed."
"So, do you need a spanking?"
Quinn bit her lip. "I don't want one."
"Surprisingly, not what I asked you."
Quinn made a face at that response, and Santana laughed. "I guess a spanking wouldn't be the worst idea."
Santana nodded, and quickly flipped Quinn over her lap, before her girlfriend could change her mind.
"Wait!" Quinn called. Santana paused, but didn't speak. "I don't want to stand up with my pants down, should I grab something now?"
Santana felt very validated that her little control freak needed this. "I have a belt on."
"Were you anticipating me kicking the adults out?" Quinn asked, turning around.
"Face forward Quinn," Santana said, rolling her eyes. Quinn obeyed and Santana started spanking her. When Quinn started to squirm a little, Santana had her take her jeans and panties down. When the tears started Santana took her belt off and gave her ten swats. Honestly for Quinn it was a pretty light spanking. Santana started to rub her back, "you seem less tense, do you feel less tense?"
Quinn sniffled, "can I sit up?"
"Yeah," Santana gladly pulled her girl into a cuddle.
"I feel much less tense, but much more hungry."
Santana laughed and looked at her watch, "Ten more minutes."
Rachel came bounding out into the living room, and Quinn stood quickly to pull her jeans back up.
"Do you know something good about this small space?" Rachel asked, laying down on top of Quinn and Santana.
"What?" Quinn asked giggling.
"Britt! Come get your girl!" Santana called.
Brittany came out but just added to the dog pile.
"We can always eat in front of the TV!" Rachel said.
"Tonight for sure," Santana said, she had learned her lesson the last time they moved about picking that battle, but I still vote it mostly stays off at meals."
"Agreed." Britt said, standing when the doorbell rang.
"That's not…" Rachel started.
Quinn had jumped up too to grab plates. "Hush Rach, and take the win."
Rachel nodded.