A/N: This should be the last of the non-Brittana chapters. (Should be.) It ended up a little long because I didn't want to add another chapter for five or six hundred words.

TW: homophobic and racist language

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Chapter 60

Rob's POV

Rob walked into the police interview room and tried not to grin at Susan Pierce's appearance; they'd given her a clean prison jumpsuit and it appeared that she'd been given a shower but she was definitely looking worse for wear.

"Susan."

"What are you doing here? Where's David? I've been rotting in this hellhole for a week! A WEEK! Where is he!?" Susan's voice was almost at a harpy level screech.

"I'm here on his behalf." Rob sat down and pulled a file from his briefcase.

"I assume you're here to finally bail me out," she huffed, obviously put out that David didn't come himself. "How long is this going to take?"

"That's entirely up to you." He opened the file and slid a sheaf of papers toward her. "Those are divorce papers. Once you sign them, David's given me the authority to bail you out, set you up with a hotel suite, and get you a lawyer."

"WHAT? DIVORCE?" The shriek echoed in the mostly empty room.

The door opened and the guard came in to make sure everything was okay. Rob nodded at him and assured him that, yes, everything was fine.

"Please try to control yourself. Yes, divorce. Those are the legal documents." He pulled a sheet of paper out of the file. "This breaks down, in simple language, what those say." Though it was a struggle, Rob had promised himself that he would be professional. "The terms are actually pretty simple; starting this month, David will pay you ten thousand dollars a month in alimony until June of 2017. That will be the last month of alimony. He'll keep the deed to the house until June of 2017 but you'll be allowed to live there rent free until that time.

"With regards to the house; David will pay the taxes and insurance and will take care of any structural maintenance; siding, roof, doors, windows, foundation, plumbing, wiring, et cetera. You will be responsible for lawncare, landscaping, and snow removal. Should any of the appliances need to be replaced, that is also your responsibility. David will take care of any problems with the heating, cooling, and hot water heater.

"David will carry your health insurance until June of 2017.

"You will retain your car. It's paid for so you'll be responsible for upkeep, insurance, registration, and inspection.

"On July first, 2017, David will sign the deed of the house over to you and give you a final settlement check of five million dollars and that will be the end of your association."

Rob paused for a moment to give Susan a chance to absorb everything he'd said. She sat there, staring at him blankly; he could, however, see the wheels turning and he hadn't missed the way her eyes lit up when he mentioned the settlement amount.

"There are, however, two stipulations to these terms."

"Of course there's a catch," Susan sneered, her eyes narrowing; her voice was bitter and Rob could tell she was angry.

"Two of them. The first one is that you will make all court appearances and do what your lawyer tells you to do. David isn't sure if you'll be allowed to leave town and, frankly, neither am I which is why he's going to set you up with a hotel suite for the duration. He will pay for that, your bail, and your lawyer unless you fail to appear. If that happens, he will revoke bail, pay your lawyer for his time, give you a check for five hundred thousand dollars and that's all you'll receive. You keep your car but you'll either have to buy the house from David or he'll sell it.

"The second stipulation is absolutely non-negotiable." Rob thought for a moment. "Actually, the entire document is non-negotiable; this is the only and best offer you're going to get. If you contest it, I can guarantee the court won't give you a better deal. I think David is being too generous, to be honest.

"As I was saying," Rob came back to the point, " the second stipulation; you will, in no way, shape, or form, contact David, Dave, Sr., Janine, Brittany, or Santana. No calls, texts, e-mails, or in person visits. This includes hiring someone else to contact them. If you contact or harass any of them, or hire anyone to contact or harass them, everything is null and void. David will stop alimony, revoke your bail, pay your lawyer, and give you a check for five hundred thousand dollars. If you need to contact any of them for any reason, you can contact my office. That's it."

"He can't keep me away from Brittany! She's my daughter, too!"

Rob's promise to remain professional started to strain. "He can at her request. She wants nothing more to do with you."

"That's a lie! Of course she wants to see me, I'm her mother!"

"Look, Susan, I promised I would remain professional but we're the only ones in here so let's get real for a minute; you don't give a damn about Brittany. You never have. Just like you've never given a damn about David. You're a lazy, narcissistic bitch who has never cared about anyone but herself." She glared at him and he gave her a hard stare back.

"You knew he was leaving; you were losing your meal ticket so you created a new one. That's all Brittany is to you; a bank account. Which, by the way, you're damn lucky neither David nor Brittany want to go through the hassle of a litigation to get back the fifty-eight thousand dollars you stole from Brittany. They can't prove the eight thousand, but proving you took the fifty thousand? Walk in the park.

"I was at dinner with David, Brittany, and Santana …"

"Fucking beaner dyke. This is all her fault." Susan muttered.

"No." Rob's voice was hard, his restraint being sorely tested. "This is all on you. You didn't just cross a line last week, you obliterated it. I have never seen two people more in love; Brittany loves her but you wouldn't know anything about that since you've never loved anyone but yourself." Rob took a deep breath to try and regain his professionalism. "David told Brittany he wanted to talk to her about her mother and Brittany told him 'no'. She told him that she didn't have a mother so there was nothing to talk about." Rob shook his head. "You never wanted her and the only reason you want her now is because she has a nice college fund and healthy trust fund. You no longer have David so you need a new piggy bank."

"How dare you! I love Brittany, she's my child!"

Rob snorted in disgust. "Can't prove it by her or David." He shrugged. "But you keep telling yourself that. If you loved her, you'd have treated Santana better. Or, hell, you'd have treated Brittany better. As I said, Brittany doesn't want anything to do with you and, as an adult, she has that right. David is simply making it easier for her. They've changed their phone numbers. He figures you won't want to lose more than five million dollars just to talk to Brittany. It's always been about money for you, Susan."

"I cannot believe this. After everything I've done for her. All I tried to do was give Brittany the best in life." Susan's eyes filled with tears and Rob finally completely lost his professionalism.

"Cut the crap, Susan." Rob rolled his eyes. "Everything you've done for her? Like … what? exactly? Ignoring her? Belittling her? Verbally abusing her? Sending Nick to break up her relationship with Santana?"

"I wanted her to toughen up! To have a future! The wife of an NFL star! She'd have had everything she ever wanted! More than that border jumper could give her." Susan glared at Rob as her voice rose in volume.

"Bullshit. Nick is a loser. He won't be playing for the NFL unless it's on Madden. He sits in his parents' basement, works part-time at the gas station on the corner, drinks, and plays video games. He lost his free ride to Texas A&M and he's doing nothing with his life. You just didn't like the idea of Brittany with another woman. And the fact that she's Latina? Frosts your racist heart.

"Dry your crocodile tears and sign the damn papers, then I can get the ball rolling on getting you out of here and we can be done with this farce."

"I should have a lawyer look at these," Susan hedged.

"You can do that." Rob closed his briefcase and stood up. "Have that lawyer contact me when you're ready." Rob walked toward the door.

"Wait! You're not going to bail me out?"

"You want a lawyer to look at those papers and advise you, which is your right. David, however, made it very clear that I was not to help facilitate your release until and unless those papers are signed. So, when you're ready, have your lawyer call me." He walked back to the table, pulling a pen from his inside breast pocket and jotting something down on the 'simplified' document. "There's my number." Once again he walked back toward the door.

"How am I supposed to contact a lawyer from in here?" She asked acerbically.

Rob shrugged. "Sounds like a you problem."

"Fine! Fine! Dammit, I'll sign it."

Rob could see the calculations running through Susan's head.

"If you decide to contest this, or try to get it thrown out due to coercion? I'll destroy you in court." He smiled his best shark smile at her. "I'm the best there is, Susan. This deal is far too generous as far as I'm concerned and I would love nothing more than for you to try me."

She huffed and glared, but she signed the papers. Once Rob had them safely tucked away in his briefcase, he knocked on the door to be allowed out.

"I'll get the paperwork started to get you out of here. David was nice enough to send a change of clothes since, you know, yours have puke on them." Rob smiled and left the room, leaving Susan stewing in her anger.

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Once Rob had gotten Susan out and set up at her hotel, he headed back to his own.

"How'd it go?" David wanted to know as soon as Rob walked through the door.

"She signed them. As soon as I file them on Monday, it'll take about a month and you'll be a free man."

David grinned broadly. It was the most genuine smile Rob had seen on his friend's face in a long while.

"Let me grab a quick shower to wash the jailhouse off me, then I'll change and we can go out and play pool, shoot darts, and drink like we're twenty-one again." Rob grinned.

"Sounds like a plan."

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Saturday Night

Susan stood at the back of The Palace listening to the spic sing and watching her daughter. The beaner can sing, Susan thought with a shrug. She watched as Brittany never took her eyes off the little dyke. Susan scoffed. Love. As if that mattered. The band left the stage and girl picked up a guitar and slowed things down.

She did have a remarkable voice, Susan could admit, albeit grudgingly.

Love songs. Susan rolled her eyes. She couldn't help but notice that the little carpet muncher kept looking toward Brittany. Susan scoffed again. They'd learn; one way or another, Susan would make sure they learned that love meant nothing. July 2017. She could be patient.

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A/N: Okay, so, that last paragraph is just in case I get any ideas for a sequel (which, honestly, I can't think of anything Susan could do to them – even if she bothered to find them). This story will end in May or June of 2017. Which was always when it was supposed to end. It wasn't meant to be this long. It was meant to be about 15 chapters covering sophomore year (when they meet, after the prologue of freshman year), a couple of scenes/chapters for junior year, a couple of senior year. It got way out of control. Hope you're still enjoying it.