Rated M: Domestic Discipline relationship with consensual punishment spanking.

Future Fic: Quinntana established relationship

I do not own Glee or any of it's characters

Chapter 1 - Bad Choices

Santana came home from her night classes to a dark and empty apartment for the third time this week. She looked around at the chaos in the living room and took a deep breath so she wouldn't get angry. She had seen her girlfriend Quinn three times as they passed each other in the hallway and each time Quinn looked more and more exhausted. Santana was starting to get more than a little concerned as her girl had clearly not recovered from the terrible cold she had over two weeks ago. A low ding signaled a text message on San's phone: sry bout the mess babe couldn't find my note cards, will clean later! Don't wait up, love you Q xoxo 3. San sighed darkly and muttered to herself, "we will be speaking about this very soon, baby, and that is a promise, this shit is getting out of control!"

The doctor had given Quinn antibiotics for the bronchitis and told her to rest for a week and Quinn had come home from the doctors, went to bed but the next morning was right back to her hectic schedule. Santana could sympathize, to a point; she knew Quinn's legal classes were brutal but she drew the line when it came to the blonde's health.

Quinn was terrible at taking care of herself and as a result got sick far more often that she should. There was this drive in her to be the best, to be perfect and she was relentless with herself. She was always forgetting to eat; she worked herself into the ground, any spare time that could be spent resting she would go running even if she was sick and run down but the thing that really pissed Santana off the most was that fucking inhaler. Quinn had asthma since she was a child. It could get bad, quick. Santana had seen it happen in high school a few times and even more since they started dating and eventually moved in together and Quinn never seemed to have an inhaler with her when she really needed it.

It had been a year ago and they had just moved in together and Quinn was studying for the LSAT's and trying to get into Columbia Law School and was totally stressed. She had a nagging little cough and Santana didn't pay any attention to it since Quinn assured her she was fine. It was the middle of the night and she woke up with an uneasy feeling after finding Quinn's side of the bed empty. "Baby, where are you?" she called out into the dark. "Is everything ok?" It was freezing outside and the cheap heat in their apartment hardly ever worked right. Santana got up and wrapped a blanket around her and set off in search of her girlfriend. What she found, terrified her no end. Quinn was desperately digging through drawers and wheezing so loud Santana could hear her all the way across the room.

"What the fuck, baby?" Santana yelled to Quinn rushing to her side. "Can't breathe…." Quinn wheezed out painfully. "Inhaler, need inhaler!" Santana looked at her girlfriend and took in the pale sweaty face, the way she was attempting to suck in air and obviously not succeeding, her blue tinged lips and thought, "Fuck this" ran to her purse, pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911.

Quinn wound up spending the night in the emergency room on oxygen, getting breathing treatments and doses of steroids. The kindly Indian doctor told Quinn it was a matter of life and death that she must keep her rescue inhalers close at hand and they had gotten very lucky this time.

Santana stood against the far wall of the curtain lined cube and listened as the doctor gently read her girlfriend the riot act. She had never been so afraid in her life. She loved this girl and had dreams that involved forever and this scared her deeper than anything ever had before in her life. She had spent moments that felt like hours watching the paramedics attempt to get Quinn's breathing under control. The mad dash through the streets of New York City in an ambulance while the sirens blared and the red and blue lights flashed and Santana for the first time in forever actually prayed.

Finally being able to breathe, Quinn gave in to the weariness that her exhaustive efforts at breathing had wrought. Santana spent a long lonely frightened night contemplating life without her soul mate and came to a decision.

The next afternoon, Quinn was released with a prescription for a week's worth of steroid and two inhalers. Santana told the cab driver to go to Kaufman's Pharmacy. Quinn looked at Santana, "Babe, I am exhausted can we just get this stuff later?" Santana looked at her like she was crazy, "No, we cannot! You need those inhalers! What if this happens again tonight?" Quinn sighed heavily, "Quit being so dramatic S, it's not going to happen again anytime soon!" and turned and looked out the cab window, incredibly lucky to have missed the dark scowl on Santana's face.

Santana had sat on the couch all evening in a very dark and dangerous mood. She had exploded the moment they walked in the door and her and Quinn had really had the worse fight they ever had since they started dating. Quinn had sat herself on the loveseat as far from Santana as was humanly possible and still be in the same room, her arms crossed and with a huge pout on her face. Looking all the world like the most put upon victim on the planet. It was clearly not having the desired effect on Santana.

After hours, Santana took a deep breath, stood up and moved over to kneel in front of her girlfriend. The blonde studiously ignored her. "I love you Quinn and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I was terrified I was going to lose you last night. You told me your asthma was no big deal; clearly that was not the truth!"

Quinn glanced at Santana's big beautiful coffee eyes and felt a pang of guilt, "I've just had it for so long, I don't really pay that much attention anymore and it's mostly just an inconvenience!"

San huffed out an angry breath, "Last night was way more than just an inconvenience," she said making air quotes, "and furthermore I really don't appreciate finding out these kinds of important details about you and your health, the way I did last night. You should have been up front and told me that shit. We live together, we ARE together; you should have told me something like this could happen!" Santana's voice was rising steadily and she fought to keep her temper in check, "You know every fucking detail about my life, it's called honesty baby and you need to get some!"

"Tana, I am sorry babe, really really sorry, you are right and it won't happen again," Quinn pleaded resorting to her bedroom nickname to win Santana over.

"You better fucking believe it won't happen again! I am as serious as a car wreck, Quinn! You keep your ass in line or I swear to God, the next time you neglect your health like this you're gonna find yourself over my knee getting a hard reminder of just how seriously I take this shit!" With that Santana turned around and headed off to bed.

Quinn instantly paled as she knew her Latina did not make promises she didn't keep!

That had been a year ago and Quinn pretty much took care of herself and had a pretty good balance in her life until she got sick two weeks ago. Getting sick during exam prep week had really set her back and if she wanted to do well she was going to have to up her game. She knew Santana was unhappy with her but figured she could make it up to her after exams. She would get plenty of rest and she would make sure her gorgeous tanned lover was kept very happy in bed. All would be forgiven, she was sure of it, conveniently forgetting the Latina's promise that night over a year age.

Quinn came home from the law library that night long after Santana was in bed and tried to sneak in under the covers and not wake the Latina. She really was in no mood for a lecture tonight. She was exhausted and everything hurt. She had studied so hard and for so long, it felt like her brain was about to explode. Her lungs were on fire and this stupid bronchitis would just not go away. Quinn laid there quietly listening to Santana's even breathing and smelled the familiar scent that was Santana and thought how much she loved her fiery Latina. She missed her girl so much she thought as her beautiful hazel eyes filled with unshed tears. She couldn't remember the last real conversation they had or meal together. "Meals," she thought, "when was the last time I ate anything?" She was suddenly starving but her getting up and making anything this exhausted was just an unbearable thought, "it will just have to wait until the morning." She thought as she closed her eyes and drifted off to a heavy sleep.

The next morning Quinn woke with a start, "why was it light in the room?" Glancing at the clock she saw in a clear panic she had overslept, "damnit, damnit, damnit…" she repeated as she ran around the room throwing on clothes and shoving books in her pack. She was barely going to make class on time; there was no time for food or coffee now. She rushed out of the apartment leaving her purse and cell phone on the counter in the kitchen.

Santana had just clocked in to her part-time job and had poured herself her first cup of coffee. She inhaled deeply, "God I love that first hot sweet cup of the day!" she thought leisurely. Her cell phone started vibrating in her pocket so she pulled it out to look but didn't recognize the number. "Hello," she said answering and praying it wasn't another stupid bimbo looking for Dominick, whoever the hell he was? He got more calls on her fucking phone than she did!

"Is this a Ms. Santana Lopez?" a kind voice asked.

"Yeah, I'm Santana Lopez, who is this?" She answered quickly, searching her mind for any outstanding bills she might have forgotten to pay.

"This is Emily Campbell the nurse at the Campus Health Center, we have a Ms. Quinn Fabray here and you are listed as her emergency contact, is this correct?"

"What happened, what's wrong, is Quinn ok?" she blurted out standing up abruptly and spilling her coffee, "fuck that's hot!"

"I'm sorry," Nurse Campbell asked, "I beg your pardon?"

"Sorry, spilled my coffee, please, is Quinn ok, what happened, she has asthma and she has been sick," Santana said quickly looking around for her car keys.

"Oh, it's nothing that serious dear, she passed out on her way to class and after talking to her it appears she just got busy and forgot to eat dinner and was running late and skipped breakfast, a very bad habit but no harm done! It happens all the time. I am concerned with her cough so I am sending her home to take it easy for the rest of the day since its Friday. She is just going to need a ride home."

"Take it easy? For the rest of the day? Have you ever met Quinn Fabray?" Santana rolled her eyes, "never mind, I will be right there!" Hanging up the phone Santana muttered darkly, "I am going to kill her!"

Quinn and Santana stayed quiet for the whole car ride back to the apartment. Santana was angrier than Quinn had ever seen her and thought it wise to just shut up even though she just wanted to cry and tell San how sorry she was.

When they got into the apartment, Santana brusquely pointed to the kitchen chair, "sit your ass down, I will make you a sandwich." Quinn made a move to say something and Santana turned with fire in her eyes, "shut the fuck up, sit your lily white ass in that chair and eat a fucking sandwich." Quinn immediately did as she was instructed.

Santana sat quietly on the chair across from Quinn trying to control her temper. She knew what needed to be done but this was punishment not revenge or abuse and she would not go into this as angry as she was, it wasn't fair to Quinn and she would never chance seriously hurting the beautiful blonde she loved so desperately. But this was serious and she had warned Quinn and had lectured her a few times about taking care of herself and Quinn just kept pushing and pushing herself until she finally fainted. Well this was just ridiculous and Santana was not about to let that happen ever again. Quinn would learn a lesson this time and Santana was going to teach it to her. She had had enough of being ignored!

Quinn finished her sandwich and chanced a glance at the Latina's eyes. She saw Santana clearly struggling with her anger.

Santana took a deep breath, "do you remember our conversation the day we got back home from the hospital after that awful asthma attack you had?" Quinn shook her head, "of course, you said you loved me and I needed to take better care of myself." Santana growled out, "and what I said I would do to you the next time you neglected your health like this?" Quinn gulped audibly and shook her head yes.

"Good, I'm glad we are on the same page, so get up, go into our bedroom, put on some pajamas and get your ass in the corner and wait for me!" Quinn hesitated for just a split second, so Santana grabbed the blonde by the arm, pulled her up off the kitchen chair and laid two very hard smacks to the back of her thigh, "NOW!" she yelled. Quinn very wisely headed for the bedroom with tears in her eyes, "oh shit, I am in so much trouble right now!" Quinn knew there was no talking her way out of this one, when Santana made her mind up about something; she was rarely dissuaded from her goal.

Quinn quickly changed and got herself into the corner feeling incredibly young but starting to feel a little angry herself. It seemed like forever but she finally heard Santana come into the room and shut the bedroom door. Quinn had worked herself up into quite the justifiable rage by now. She heard their wooden desk chair scrape on the floor and Santana call to her, "Ok Quinn, come here please!"

Quinn spun around and crossed her arms, "I have something I would like to say," she spat out rather petulantly not waiting for Santana's reply as she plowed ahead further digging her own grave, "I am under incredible pressure to perform Tana, this is one of the most prestigious law schools in the country, there is no room for laziness, no room for failure. I don't have the luxury of pampering myself every time I come down with a sniffle. I know you feel neglected and I know I have not been around and I am sorry, but babe, this will all be worth it one day after we both graduate. Then I can stay in bed for days when I get a cold but for right now this is the way it is, the way it has to be!" she stopped talking, breathing a little heavily and eyeing Santana who looked scarily calm right now.

"Are you finished?" Santana asked quietly. She watched as Quinn nodded her head, "I get that, I really do, but that is not even what we are talking about here. You push yourself into the ground, you don't sleep properly, you forget to eat, you don't rest when you are sick, and you are always going out for these ridiculous runs when you SHOULD be resting. What you are doing is neglect and we have talked about this before, now come here!"

"Tana, please!"

"Fine, Quinn, go and get your inhaler!" Santana smirked when she saw the fear cross Quinn's beautiful features. "Go on, please, bring me an inhaler, just one, because I have personally filled the prescriptions for at least four of them. Do you even know where one is?" Quinn hung her head and shook her head no. "This is exactly the shit I am talking about! A year ago you almost died and it made no impact on you! You just don't think, you don't care, well sweetheart, I CARE! And when I finish with you tonight, I guarantee you will care as well!"

Quinn slowly made her way over to Santana's left side and looking down she noticed their big wooden spoon tucked under Santana's thigh. Santana had had enough of talking. She reached up and pulled her girlfriend down across her lap, it was time for consequences.

Santana quickly peeled her girlfriend's pajama pants and panties down to her knees and quickly began to hand spank. Quinn at first was so shocked she wasn't sure what to do. They had had a few sexy spankings that were soft and sexy pats and strokes and fondles that culminated into incredible orgasms. The smacks being dished out to her delicate backside had nothing in common with those previous spanks. These were coming fast and hard and they stung really badly. Quinn could feel the heat building in her backside as she let out a few whimpers at a few of the harder spanks she got. Santana started lecturing as she hand spanked, "you are going to be home every single night before 8pm, you are going to get at least 8 hours of sleep a night, you are going to start eating 3 meals a day and you will carry that inhaler if I have to staple it to your forehead! And no more running except on weekends and only if you have rested! Do you understand me Quinn?" Santana never slowed down spanking as she lectured. Quinn cried, "yes Tana, I do, I understand, I promise!"

Santana stopped and admired her handiwork noticing Quinn's ass was a nice solid pink all over. She picked up the wooden spoon, the only spanking implement in the house at present, "well I will just have to change that since I think my stubborn perfectionistic little blondie here is going to need a few reminders before she gets this lesson perfected!"

"Quinn, for this part, you are not to get up and you are not to reach back here or we start all over again, do you understand me?" Quinn shook her head yes. Normally Santana would want a verbal answer but she really wanted to get this over with. She knew Quinn needed it, needed her, but it was still hard to have to discipline someone so harshly that you loved so deeply. Sighing heavily, Santana thought how much harder it would be to see Quinn seriously ill or even dead and she steeled her resolve.

She wrapped her right arm around Quinn's waist and proceeded to tear Quinn's ass up with that spoon. Quinn cried and bucked and thrashed and kicked wildly, Santana just wrapped her legs around Quinn's to stop Quinn from bucking off her lap. Santana didn't say a word she just kept spanking her girl's ass to a dark dusky reddish purplish hue. Quinn for her part cried and begged and swore she would be so careful, she would never neglect her health again but Santana ignored every cry for mercy and kept spanking. After about two minutes of hell for Quinn, Santana stopped spanking and just tenderly rubbed the sobbing blonde's back. "It's alright baby, its over." Santana crooned over and over until Quinn finally started to catch her breath and calm down.

Helping Quinn up, Santana held her lover close to her heart, glad that this was the worst thing that had happened to Quinn today.

"Come on baby, let's get you to bed, you need some rest!" Santana gently helped Quinn back into her panties and pajama bottoms. Turning back the quilt, she gently helped Quinn under the covers and on her stomach.

"Please stay with me Tana, please don't leave me." Quinn cried pitifully. "Shhhh baby, I'm here and I am not going anywhere." Santana crawled into bed next to her girl and gathered her in her arms as Quinn clung desperately to her shirt front. "I'm sorry, I am so sorry." Quinn kept crying into Santana's shirt quickly leaving salty little wet spots on the front. "It's all over Quinn, I forgive you and you need to calm down now baby before you really do give yourself another asthma attack, ok?" Quinn nodded starting to calm a little.

"It hurts so bad," Quinn moaned. "Fuck yeah it does and you deserved every second of it. I will do it again as often as I have to until you start to love yourself and take care of yourself as much as I do! Me entiendes, mi amor? I am through fucking around with this shit! Oh by the way you might need this."

Reaching across Quinn she pulled an inhaler out of the nightstand drawer. Quinn muttered, "bitch" under her breath so Santana swatted her hard on her already very sore backside, "what was that?" Santana questioned.

"Love you Tana!"

"Yeah, that's what I thought you said." Santana smirked as she reached over and flicked off the lights.

To be continued…