What's in a Name
Story time was sacred in their house. Abraxas didn't participate anymore, because he was a cool high schooler who didn't have time for it, but the others still did. That was why Ares was currently marching through the house, in search of someone to read to him and his sisters. Momma was at a play tonight with Mother, though. Mom was sick, and Mami was taking care of her. That only left one option.
He stopped in front of the graffiti covered door. "Wait here," he told Allie and Ava. He crept into Abraxas' room to find his older brother chilling on the bed. He was drawing, and didn't notice Ares until the 8 year old was right next to him.
"Jeez!" he yelped, taking off his headphones. "I swear you're part ninja. What is it?"
"We don't have anyone for story time."
"Why don't you just skip it for tonight?"
Ares let out a scandalized gasp that made Abraxas roll his eyes.
"You're just like Uncle Kurt."
Ares beamed. "Thank you, Abraxas. That's kind of you."
"I didn't mean…well, maybe I did…. Are the girls outside?"
Ares nodded.
"Fine. Give me the book and go get them."
A chapter into Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, the girls were asleep and Ares was fading fast.
"Go on to bed," Abraxas said, picking the twins up.
"Thanks for reading to us."
"No problem."
After dropping his sisters off in their room, he stalked through the house, looking for his Mami.
"Hey," she said when he finally found her in the kitchen. "What's wrong? You look like someone cancelled Christmas."
"You guys named me after a Death Eater!"
"Wha—oh." She spotted the book in his hands. "Okay, first? I wanted to name you Alex, so don't blame me. Second? You got off light. Momma wanted to name you Fiyero—"
"Like from Wicked?"
"Yep. And third, I'm pretty sure Abraxas was too old to be a Death Eater. That was Lucius's thing."
"That's not the point!"
"We're home!" Rachel said as she and Brittany walked into the kitchen. "What's going on?"
Abraxas held his chin up and said, "I love you all dearly, but I'm currently not speaking to any of you." He executed a perfect diva storm out.
Santana grinned. "I don't care how much he looks like me, or that Q carried him….That? That was 100 percent Berry."