I do not own Glee or any of the characters! Enjoy!

The sky was pitch-black. Will and Emma were driving home from a long shopping trip. They always got so much food, though it was only the two of them.

It was a peaceful drive. Few cars on the streets, no pesky delinquents running around looking for trouble. Quite a nice night. They were glad they took so long, or else they would've missed this perfect drive.

"Oh my God!"

Will suddenly stomped on the brake, screeching the tires.

"Will! What's wrong?" his wife wondered.

"I almost ran over a cat, that's all."

"Thank gosh you stopped in time."

The kitten hissed at the car and crawled away.

"Lord Tubbington! You bad cat!"

A blonde teenage boy darted out into the road to grab the cat.

"Sorry about that," he said to Will and Emma. "It's my sister's cat."

"It's okay," Emma smiled.

This boy was skimpy. Not natural-skinny, but starving-skinny. He had dirty clothes that looked like he'd been wearing them for days upon days. Maybe even a week.

He didn't seem right, according to Will and Emma's eyes. But maybe the boy was just one of those "bums" they've heard about.

Then another boy with messy black hair exited the house and ran to the blonde. He was just as thin as the other boy, but a few inches taller.

"Brittany wants me to bring Lord Tubbington in. She really doesn't feel well, worse than she did yesterday."

"Here," the blonde handed him the giant kitten. "It needs a bath. We don't want it making Brittany worse."

"But-"

"Dad paid the water bill a day ago."

The tall boy sprinted into the house with the filthy big cat, as a hispanic raven-haired teenage lady poked her head out a window. "Sam, Finn said there are people outside. Do they have food?"

"The blonde, Sam, faced Will and Emma and asked, "Do you have any food? We're out, and we're hungry."

The kind couple couldn't resist helping the troubled teen and his siblings.

"Sure," Will happily accepted the request.

"I don't mean to bother you, but can you also stay with us for a few days? Our parents are gone and our sister is very sick. We have no money or anything."

Will and Emma replied with a yes. That brought joy into Sam. "Really?" his face lit up, Will and Emma getting out of the car.

"Oh my God! Thank you so much! Thank you!"

Will patted Sam on the shoulder as Emma slowly backed away. Germs and filth wasn't her thing.

After storing the nice people's groceries in the barely-working fridge and in the pantry, the teenagers, excluding Brittany, said their thanks.

"It's no problem, really," Emma assured them.

"Yeah," Will added, "we like helping people."

Sam mentioned, "I'm Sam." He pointed at the tall boy, who was soaked as a result of the cat's bath, and said, "That's my brother, Finn."

"I'm Santana," the Hispanic nudged her way inbetween the two boys.

"And I'm Puck," a slender boy with a short black Mohawk said loudly.

Who names their kid "Puck?"

"His name's Noah," Santana sighed.

That explains it.

"Call me Puck."

"And I'm Artie," a poorly groomed brunette boy in a wheelchair grinned.

Will insisted, "Where are your parents?"

"Umm..."

"Sam, is it? What did you say about a sick sister?"

"Oh," Sam answered, "Brittany's upstairs in bed."

"I'm going to check on her," Will went to find his sister.

Brittany was lying on a sheetless mattress that was sitting on the stained floor. She clenched the pillow against her belly as she curled in pain. The blanket had fallen off of her, but she didn't care.

She heard a person wandering the hall. "Sam?"

Will entered the room. "Hey, Brittany?"

"Are you God?" the blonde asked hopefully.

"No, I'm Will Schuester. I'm here to help you."

"Help me do what?" she murmured.

"To help you get better."

"Okay."

"Are you hungry?"

"No. I'm Brittany."

"Do you need anything, Brittany?"

"No. I want to be left alone. I don't feel well."

"Well, okay then. Just shout for me if you need anything?"

Brittany didn't reply, so Will joined everyone downstairs.

He heard a few stomachs grumble. "If you guys are hungry, you can eat. Grab anything from the fridge or cupboard."

"We were waiting to ask you what we could eat," Finn told him. "We don't want to eat anything that you might be saving."

"Where's Emma?"

"She's helping Artie with his bath," Puck announced. "I want a bath next because one- she bought shampoo that smells great compared to what I smell like right now, and two- that woman is sexy and it gives her a reason to touch me." He was jealous of the thought of a sexy woman pampering another guy. "Like, 'sup MILF?! Where's my attention?"

"Dude, I don't think she has kids or else she would've brought them with," Sam pointed out.

"Unless she's like our mom," Finn suggested.

"I doubt it," Santana sighed.

"Wait, what do you mean?" Will was concerned.

"Our mom goes around town dealing drugs, being a slut, and doing whatever, and our dad...Well, we don't really know. The bar? Jail?"

Emma brought Artie out of the bathroom. His hair was snarled, but clean. He was wearing clean clothes from the closet, which Emma had to step over trash and clutter to get to. She would be cleaning that up after the kids were well.

Emma combed Artie's hair when she heard Puck rant about needing a bath.

"One minute, Puck. I'm almost done."

After a warm, fulfilling supper, everyone's mood dramatically went up. But Brittany just felt more nauseous.

"We're going to see a doctor," Will demanded. He couldn't see the girl suffer anymore."

"Would you like to get vaccinations?" Emma offered the teens.

"Can we?" Artie begged.

"Sure."

"Will?" Sam said, putting his shoes on.

"What, bud?" Will raced over.

Sam whispered, "Can you tie my shoes?"

"Sure."

Will tied the boy's laces.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to teach you to tie your shoes. How about that?"

"Thanks, Will."

"No prob."

"Brittany," Emma called, "time for your medicine."

"No."

"All you have to do is take a small spoonful, then that's it until tomorrow."

"Emma," Artie rolled up to her. "can you take me upstairs?"

"Sure."

Soon later, Santana, Puck, Finn and Sam were ready to call it a night. And after finally convincing Brittany to take medcine, Emma was bushed.

"Will?" Emma watched the kids sleeping in peace.

"What, baby?"

"We did great. We were the miracle they've been waiting for."

"I'm a little worried."

"Why?"

"Earlier, they told me about their parents leaving them. I want to track their parents down and make everything right again."

"Well then we'll just do that, also. We did this, so we could do that."

"I'm just worried how it'll turn out in the end."

"I think it'll be just fine, no matter what happens."

Emma snuggled into Will's arms.

"Yeah, I think it will be, too."