So this collection of drabbles was born simply because my good friend Lauren and I started sharing a pinterest board. She's been helping me with research for Sunny Days, and out of that was born a whole collection of ideas for a whole other universe which you will find here :). I've borrowed my family that I used previously in Did I Ever Tell You? just because I love the idea a Finchel family. Daddy!Finn and Mommy!Rachel honestly are my niche, and I love writing them. This drabble collection also doubles as sort of being the opposite of Sunny Days. I am working on it, and it is my hope that a drabble for this collection will either follow before or after one of those. If you've been reading it, you do know the subject matter may be getting dark. It is my hope that these ones will help lighten that up a little.

As usual, I don't own Finn and Rachel. I do however own their gaggle of children. Everyone related to glee is owned by Fox and Ryan Murphy and co.

Enjoy!

Our Missing Piece

Daddy Daycare

The house was quiet.

As Finn opened his bedroom door, the first thing that hit him was how quiet the house was. It was early on a Saturday morning, but that usually didn't mean much for his home. With five active children, there was never a dull moment in his house that often seemed like it was bursting at the seams. He scratched the back of his head as padded softly across the hall to the bathroom under the cloak of quiet. When he finished what he had set out to do in the bathroom, he quietly ventured back to his bedroom. He took a moment to peak into the small room, and smiled gently to himself when he saw that Rachel was still sleeping. It wasn't odd that he was up before her, his work schedule quite often had him working earlier hours than the kids schedule kept her. But it was quite strange that they had nothing going on this weekend that would've roused his wife out of bed. He chuckled when he did notice that even subconsciously she had taken advantage of his absence in bed, spreading out her tiny limbs as much as she could across the massive mattress. He wanted more than anything to crawl back into bed with her, but now that he was up and moving around he didn't think he would be able to sit still for long. He blew her a kiss and closed the door softly behind him, leaving her to sleep as long as their kids would let her.

He smiled to himself as he walked across the hallway, peaking in on his youngest sons who appeared to be sleeping soundly. He smiled at the sight, wondering to himself about how two kids could look so different awake and asleep. He closed the door, hoping he hadn't woken either of them by opening and closing the door. He headed for the stairs, but stopped on his journey. The pink glitter on the otherwise white door made him stop and pause, and he reached for the door handle slowly. His eyes are blinded by the bright pink walls and colourful decorations that fill the space. 3 and a half years later and he's still not used to the differences that come with raising a little girl. His smile widened as his eyes fell to the bed in the center of the room, his little girl fast asleep with her hand tucked under chin much in the same way Rachel sleeps. His little Aurora, or Roe as he's apt to call her is the exact duplicate of Rachel, right down to her dainty little finger nails and her small stature. She was the opposite of all her older brothers, straight from the beginning. She had been tiny at birth when you compared her to her brothers, a tiny 6 pounds 3 ounces, he had been terrified that he was going to break her. He still was. He knew how to be a dad to boys, he was good at football and hockey and trucks...but dolls were uncharted territory. But he learned. Because having a daughter, was something else. Something great.

She had been a surprise to them, a wonderful gift and the moment Rachel held the stick out to him, he had known exactly when and where and it made them both blush. But that hadn't changed anything. The moment he had laid eyes on her tiny form, he had melted. She had had him and all of her brothers for that matter, wrapped around her pinky finger from the moment she arrived.

Roe sighed in her sleep and turned over and he immediately saw that as his cue to leave. If he wanted to savor the quiet that had enveloped his household, he had to go now. Roe, just like her mother and her brothers before her, was a force to be reckoned with when she was awake.

He closed her door tightly and crept down the stairs. He checked on the older boys by opening the basement door a crack and sighed when he heard no noise. Absolute silence. He contemplated taking the extra time he had to go for a run, but when he looked out the window he suddenly lost his nerve. He could run any other day, any other morning. Today he just wanted to relax.

He walked into the kitchen and started the coffee maker, knowing full well he would need the caffeine sooner rather than later. While he waited for the pot to finish he checked over the large calendar Rachel kept on the fridge to make sure there was nothing he had to wake anyone up for. There was a birthday party scheduled for Nick and Zach, but it wasn't until 3pm. He could let his family sleep for awhile longer it seemed.

Finn sipped his coffee at the kitchen table while he flipped through his iPad, catching up on sports highlights and trying to stay away from his email. It was the weekend, he didn't want to think about work. He caught up a little on facebook, commenting on something Puck had posted about being up early for a gymnastics meet with Beth. Usually they had the same kind of day, but hockey was cancelled for the younger boys due to a figure skating competition that was taking place at the arena and the older two had played last night after dinner.

He didn't know what to do with himself with the extra time. Once he had caught up on everything on the iPad, he looked around for something to do. He unloaded the dishwasher and finally decided on putting together a delicious breakfast. They were a mostly cereal, toast and fruit family because of time constraints in the mornings, but now that he had the time - pancakes, turkey bacon and eggs it was.

Finn was just getting the pancake mix out of the cupboard when he heard the soft patter of small feet. He turned around after he set the box of mix on the counter and smiled when he saw Roe standing in the doorway, her brown hair tussled from sleep, her favourite blanket dragging behind her much like that kid from Charlie Brown.

"Good morning princess," he said softly. She stared at him for a good long moment, her large brown eyes still covered with sleepiness. He smiled as he took her in before leaving his spot at the counter and moving over to her. When he got closer she sleepily lifted her arms and Finn felt his heart melt. He scooped her up in his arms and she immediately snuggled into his side, wrapping her long legs around his waist and leaning her head on his shoulder. Finn pushed her hair back off her forehead and away from his mouth as he pressed a kiss to her temple."How's my favourite girl?" he whispered against her forehead. Roe didn't answer, instead she chose to rub her forehead into the crook of his neck. "It's okay if you're still sleepy,"

"Sleepy Daddy," she mumbled against his neck.

"Then why did you get up silly goose?"

"Hadda tinkle," she mumbled.

"Did you go tinkle?"

20 years ago he never would've imagined he'd be using words like tinkle in every day conversations. He also never imagined he would have such an awesome life, either. Funny how things worked out.

"I went tinkle," she confirmed.

"Good," he smiled. He placed another kiss on her head before walking back to the counter. "Want to help Daddy make breakfast?"

Her head popped up from his shoulder and she was suddenly more awake.

"Pancakes?"

He laughed. "We can make pancakes. And bacon...and eggs," he tickled under her chin and smiled when she giggled.

He was pretty good at one handed cooking. But as he was making the pancake batter, he set Roe down on the counter so she could help stir. She chose blueberries to add to the batter and he had to laugh when he watched her snatch one and popped it in her mouth.

"Silly Roe," he chuckled.

They were just finishing up the pancakes and bacon when the first telltale sounds of the house coming to life.

"I think we've been caught Roe," he laughed as he pulled her off the counter. She attached herself to his pajama clad leg when Chris came marching into the kitchen.

"Is that bacon for everyone?" he asked as he reached to snatch a piece off the plate Finn had started. Finn tapped his hand with the spatula.

"Dad!"

"There's more in it for you if you set the table Chris," Finn grinned as he let him steal a piece. The 12 year old popped it in his mouth before going for the cupboard to grab the plates, not before ruffling Roe's already ruffled hair. She whined and clutched Finn's leg tighter.

"Morning to you too Rory," he chuckled. All four of the older boys had taken to calling their little sister Rory, instead of Roe like him.

It wasn't long before the other three boys made their way to the kitchen, the smell of warm bacon, pancakes and eggs rousing them all from their sleep. Roe remained attached to Finn's leg, her usual morning clinginess in full effect. The quiet that Finn had savoured only a few minutes ago was long gone, each of his sons jostling for a space at the table and the bacon that they never really got, a rare Saturday morning treat.

All that was missing was his wife. He finally got himself separated from Roe long enough to sit her in her chair to grab the juice from the fridge, just as the toilet upstairs flushed. Rachel was up. He checked the clock, smiling when he saw that it was just after 9am. He had had two solid hours on his own and with Roe one on one, a successful morning if he did say so. The dining room was filled with chatter between the boys, a bit of bickering that he was able to solve with just one look. He helped Roe with her pancakes and he wondered what was taking Rachel so long to come downstairs. But he was answered a few seconds later when he felt his wife's hands on his shoulders, her lips on his cheek and the squeal that came from Roe's lips.

"We're having pancakes Momma!" she squealed as syrup dribbled down her chin.

Rachel laughed before placing a kiss on her cheek as she moved down the line."I see that,"

When she finished giving everyone a kiss, she moved to go to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. Finn grabbed for her hand before she could move out of the room.

"I'll get it for you Rach," he smiled as he stood up from his chair. She smiled gently at him as she took her seat at the other end of the table.

Finn returned quickly with a plate with pancakes and a cup of yogurt, a coffee in his free hand.

"What, no bacon?" she smiled up at him. Finn chuckled. Normally, Rachel wanted nothing to do with any sort of bacon.

"Mommy, you don't usually eat bacon!" Zach spoke up as he shoved a piece in his mouth.

"Well I want some today, is that alright with you?" She reached over and ruffled his hair as he swallowed. The little boy nodded enthusiastically.

Finn smiled as he sat back down in his chair at the head of the table. He watched as all the kids ate their breakfast, Chris and Alex getting into a heated debate about some X-Box game they wanted to play while Nick and Zach started chattering about the birthday party they were going to that afternoon. He smiled as he watched Roe run her finger through the syrup on her plate. His chuckle caused her to look up at him with a grin on her face from her spot down by Rachel.

"Is it good Roe?" he asked as he reached for a napkin, subconsciously wiping his own face. This got Rachel's attention and her eyes widened when she saw the state of their daughter.

"Oh Aurora," Rachel breathed as she dipped her napkin in a glass of water before reaching over to wipe her face.

"No Mommy!" she ducked away from Rachel's hand, flinging her hand and knocking over her cup of juice. As the apple juice she had been drinking spilled over the table, Rachel jumped up to get another napkin to clean it up. Roe's lip immediately began to tremble. She was the sensitive type, much like Finn and the littlest hiccup often made her sad.

"Don't cry Roe!" Nick piped up from across the table. "It's just spilled juice! Mommy will clean it!" He made a funny face that immediately made the preschooler giggle. Finn smiled at his son and shook his head. He could always count on Nick for comic relief.

It never ceased to amaze him how much each of his sons doted on Roe. She had a different relationship with each of them. With Chris, he had been the first one that had been completely enamoured with the little girl. He was the one she went to when she wanted a story read to her. Alexander was the brother who taught her things, like how to ride a scooter or skateboard. Nick was the brother who could always make her laugh, he had been the one who had been the receiver of her first small chuckle. Zach was her partner in crime. They did everything together. He was proud of his sons, proud of the family he got to be a part of.

"Finn, hello..." He shook his head and looked across the table to see Rachel chuckling at him. He must have been lost in thought longer than he had thought possible.

"What's up babe?"

Rachel chuckled as she stood up from her chair."I asked you what plans you have for today."

He laughed to himself, noticing only then that the kids had all left "Depends, what have you signed me up for?" He stood up himself and began clearing the table. Usually they would get the older boys to help, but Finn was in a giving mood. No chores this morning.

He turned to see her chewing her lip.

"All of the boys need a haircut, desperately..." she started.

"And you want me to take them? Sure...I can..."

"No. When you took them last time Chris had to wear a hat for two weeks before his hair grew out enough to be socially acceptable..." she laughed. "I was going to say if it's okay with you, I'd take them before the birthday party for Nick and Zach and then I could take the older guys shopping...Alex needs jeans, in the worst way..."

"So you want me to stay with Roe?" he laughed as he placed the plates he had carried into the kitchen on the counter and went to wrap his arms around his wife's waist. He pulled her into him and smiled when she melted into his embrace. "Of course I'll stay with my princess."

"Come play Daddy," Roe grabbed his hand and tugged at it. "I want to play..."

"Okay princess, okay," he chuckled. He let her pull him upstairs towards her bedroom. They had sacrificed the playroom they had set up in the basement when Aurora arrived, instead changing the large space down there into two bedrooms for the older boys. The renovation at the time had been cheaper than moving, but it meant that each child's bedroom now had to house the thousands of toys the Hudson's collectively owned. Aurora's room had become a princesses oasis. Dolls and pink things covered every available surface. Including the tiny little table and chairs that were painted a dusty pink, the set lovingly made by her Papa Burt with the help of all her brothers for her first birthday.

"Sit Daddy," she pointed to the chair closest to the door. "I make tea for us,"

"Okay princess," he laughed. He took one look at the chair and wondered if Roe would notice if he just sat on the floor. He knew Chris was able to sit in them successfully, but he wasn't sure he'd manage it without breaking the chair. He decided the floor was safest.

"Daddy, no! We don't sit on the floor at teaaaaaaaaaaa," her voice was a mix of sing-song and aggravation. A tone he had heard from his wife on multiple occasions.

"Alright, but if Daddy breaks it you can explain it to Papa why he has to fix it..."

"Chrissy sits..." she pouted.

"Chris is like 23 years younger than Daddy," he laughed, pulling out the chair and sitting carefully. His knees practically touched his chest but it didn't matter. He watched as Roe talked to herself as she shoved her tea pot into the microwave before skipping over to her bed to grab her stuffed rabbit that had been a gift from Alex when she was born.

"Is Thumper joining us?"

"His name is Howie, Daddy..." She put her hand on her hip and he swore he was looking at Rachel 30 something years ago.

"Howie?"

"Yeah. Howie...and Howie likes milk in his tea, just like Nana..." she chattered. "And twooooooo sugars, like Poppy..."

"What about Daddy?"

"Made you coffee Daddy, you don't drink tea..."

Did his little girl know him or what?

Tea time lasted only a little while longer. Just like her brothers, Roe's attention span for one activity is that of a fly. And it turns out Howie had a very important date with Daisy Duck on the bed...so urgent he had to be flung across the small space. Roe apparently spent too much time with Zach.

She insisted on them colouring next, clearing the small table in her room with her forearm, sending all of her plastic dishes clamoring to the ground. They colour for exactly five minutes before she decided that was enough, and Snow White is left with half coloured hair and no clothes to speak of.

"Come on Daddy...I want to play makeover now..." She tugged on his hand and for a second, Finn didn't know where they were going or what she was up to. Until he put two and two together.

From a young age, Roe had always been intrigued by Rachel's make-up. So much so, that many times she had been caught playing in the bag Rachel had left out. Many times she had to be given a bath to scrub the endless amounts of lipstick and eye shadow off of her pretty face. She looked exactly like her mother and he often believed and thought Rachel didn't need any of this crap so he sure as hell didn't think Roe needed it either. But Rachel, once the shock of the preschooler getting into her makeup had worn off, had laughed and collected the ruined pieces and started Roe her own little bag. Which is what Roe was searching for now.

"Sit Daddy," she pointed to the toilet. "I do your makeup!"

And when Roe asked you to sit, you did it.

He watched as she dug through the cabinet and pulled out the gold and sparkly makeup bag Rachel had bought her. He laughed a little at the look of determination on her face as she unzipped the bag before sitting it on the edge of the bathtub. She looked up at him with a look that was patented Rachel Hudson.

"Daddy, you tall..." she pouted as she looked up at him, a roll on eye shadow that was bright fuchsia poised in her hand.

"I'm sorry Roe," he chuckled. She huffed in response, her brow furrowed as she thought about what to do. He watched the thoughts play across her features until her eyes widened and she skipped across the small bathroom to grab her little pink step stool that featured a large A painted on it. By stepping on it, it made her the perfect height to take the fuchsia eye shadow and paint his eyelids.

This seemed to entertain her for far longer than any of the other activities. Every time he opened his eyes, to which she demanded he close them again she had that determined look on her features. She concentrated on his eyes mostly, and he could only imagine how much crap she had piled on.

He vaguely remembered hearing the door downstairs open and close, but he was sure if he moved Roe wouldn't let him stand up. She had moved from his eyes to his cheeks and he could only imagine what he looked like.

"I see we're having fun in here..."

He didn't open his eyes when he heard Rachel's voice. It was then at the voices of his two older sons floated up the stairs as well.

"I making Daddy pretty Mommy..." he heard Roe giggle. The movements on his cheeks stopped.

"I see that. But I think he looks pretty enough, don't you think?" He could almost feel her pause. "I think Chris and Alex have something downstairs that they want to show you..."

"What is it Mommy?"

"You'll have to go downstairs to see!" Finn opened his eyes as Roe squealed and jumped off the stool, knocking her small bag of makeup off the side of the tub and into it.

He chuckled at the look on his wife's face as Roe bounded out the room.

"You look absolutely ridiculous. Have you looked in a mirror?" Rachel chuckled as she stepped closer to him.

"I haven't had a chance to...she was pretty insistent..."

He watched her as she grabbed her small hand held mirror and held it up to his face. He looked like he had been in a bad fight. So many colours mixed together to create dark colours all over his skin. He took the mirror from her hand as she started to laugh. He put it aside before he grabbed her hips and pulled her into his lap.

"She had fun, that's all that matters..." he shrugged as she buried her head in his shoulder as she laughed heartily. Just as Roe squealed from downstairs. She pulled away from him in time to see his questioning gaze.

"Chris found a Frozen dress at Target. He even bought it for her with his own allowance money. So Alex might have stepped in and bought her some tights to match..." She patted his chest before she kissed his chin.

"Come on Daddy, we brought home dinner and it's going to take us a long time to clean this off..."

She moved off his lap and went to grab her make-up remover. Finn stood up and went to leave the room.

"Finn..." she called.

"What? I can wash my face later...she worked hard on this," he winked as he pointed to his face. Rachel couldn't help but lose herself to large belly laughs once more.

Fluff is fun!