Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic. Well, FinchelFan728 agreed to do a collab with me for my first fanfic, because I need help with my first one. She created the Hudson kids and we will take turns writing chapters. I had the plot in mind and was so excited when she agreed to write this story with me.

Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1: Death

They weren't expecting this phone call.

It was one of those phone calls nobody ever wanted to get.

Noah and Quinn Puckerman were just watching TV in their living room, on what seemed like a normal night in September 2030. They'd married the summer after their college graduation. Their relationship began their sophomore year of high school, when Puck got Quinn pregnant after a one night stand. At the time, she had been with Finn Hudson, but eventually Rachel Berry told him the truth. Finn had broken up with Quinn and then she and Puck had begun dating. Their daughter Beth had been given up for adoption. But they thought about her every day. They'd discovered they couldn't have more children, but they still didn't regret getting back together. It was definitely the two of them and Finn and Rachel who were meant to be.

Finn and Rachel had gotten married their sophomore year of college and they now had four children, sixteen-year-old Ryan, sixteen-year-old Emma, twelve-year-old Sarah and five-year-old Grant. They had moved to New York five years ago, shortly after Grant's birth. Six months before Grant was born, their other son, Jack, had died of cancer. They had moved to New York to heal from the death and so that Rachel could be on Broadway. Currently, Rachel was playing Maria in a revival of West Side Story. Puck and Quinn went to New York in the summer to see her show and visit with Finn (who was a sports reporter) and the kids.

In the middle of the movie they were watching, the phone rang. Puck went to get it, Quinn waiting in the room. She didn't bother listening to his end, assuming it was nothing important, but she ran into the kitchen when she heard her husband sobbing.

"What happened?" Quinn asked. "Who was on the phone?"

"It was Kurt," Puck sobbed. "There was an accident – Finn, Rachel – they're dead."

Quinn's mind froze. Finn and Rachel – dead? No, it couldn't be!

"No!" Quinn shouted. "NO! NO! NO!"

For the next two hours they just sat in the living room sobbing. Two hours later, Kurt called again. Ryan, Emma, Sarah and Grant were staying at the apartment with him and Blaine until the wills were examined and it would be revealed who would become the new guardians. The kids were still in shock. Quinn's heart broke for them – they had lost their amazing parents.

Plans were being made for the funeral, which would probably be that Saturday. Kurt told Puck and Quinn to find a plane to New York, as the funeral would be held there, but Finn and Rachel would be buried in Ohio next to Jack's grave. The four Hudson kids were still up, already trying to select readings for the mass.

The big question hung. What would happen to those kids? Quinn didn't even want to say anything to Puck but that was the first thing on her mind. They were going to need parents. Ryan and Emma were juniors in high school. Soon they would be starting the college process. Sarah was just beginning adolescence and puberty. And Grant was just starting school.

Puck booked a flight to New York while Quinn packed her suitcases. As she packed, she thought about how much she'd hurt both Finn and Rachel while in high school. True, they'd been close to Finn and Rachel since graduation, but she now would never forgive herself for lying to Finn so long that the baby was his and for bullying Rachel while she was head cheerleader.

Now Finn and Rachel were gone. There was no more Finn. No more Rachel. They were gone now, just memories.

Puck came into the bedroom. "Quinn, our flight leaves at nine tomorrow morning….."

Quinn noticed her husband had paused and noticed what he was staring at. The photo from their wedding day of the two of them with Finn and Rachel. Finn had been the best man and Rachel had been the maid of honor.

"God, Quinn, I'll miss them so much," Puck whispered. "Kurt said they were both dead at the scene. There was nothing anyone could do."

Quinn hugged Puck. "The poor kids. We're only 36…. They're too young to die."

The next morning Puck and Quinn had flown into New York from Lima, booked a hotel and were driving to Kurt and Blaine's apartment by 1 in the afternoon to see if there was anything they could do to help.

Everyone else from Glee was coming in for the funeral. It would be the first time since Jack's funeral that they would all would be together. This time though they were saying goodbye to two of their own.

The taxi arrived at Kurt and Blaine's apartment building. Quinn and Puck went inside and rang the bell to be greeted over the speaker by Blaine, who let them in. They took the elevator to the apartment on the seventh floor and knocked on the door, to be greeted at the door by Ryan. He looked exactly like Finn had looked at sixteen, only he had Rachel's eyes and was only about six feet. Of course, having such a tall father and such a short mother, it was expected that he be a normal height.

"Hey, Puck. Hey Quinn," Ryan said, giving them each a hug.

"How you holding up, man?" Puck asked.

"I'm holding up, I guess I am," Ryan said. "Trying to come up with a good speech for the funeral."

"Where are you and your siblings going to live now?" Quinn asked, feeling bad to ask that.

"I don't know," Ryan said. "Kurt took our parents' will to a lawyer this morning and they're looking at it. I just hope all four of us can still live together."
Puck gave him a shocked look. "Why wouldn't you?"

Then Grant came running into the living room. "Ryan, I'm sad." He climbed onto his brother's lap.

"I know you are," Ryan said, giving Grant a hug. "I am too. Can you say hi to Uncle Puck and Aunt Quinn?"

"Hi Uncle Puck. Hi Aunt Quinn. My mommy and daddy died. I'm sad," Grant said.

"We're sad too," Puck said. Grant was a blend of Finn and Rachel.

"Where are your sisters?" Quinn asked.

"Emma took Sarah to buy a black dress," Ryan said. "She didn't have anything black. Grant and I have black suits, but Sarah needs something black to wear to the funeral. Emma may end up getting a different dress anyway, her only black dress is the one she wore to Homecoming last year."

"Ryan, I want Mommy and Daddy," Grant whined. "Are you sure we'll never see them again?"

"Yes, Grant, I'm sure, and I'm very sad. I loved them very much," Ryan said. He was trying to stop himself from crying as he tried to comfort his brother. He really was just like Finn, in other ways besides looks and being a jock and a Glee boy.

Within a few minutes, both the Hudson girls were back. Again, Quinn was struck by how much Emma looked like a sixteen-year-old Rachel, only with Finn's eyes and she was about 5' 6". Sarah was also a blend of the two.

"Did you end up getting a new dress?" Ryan asked Emma.

"Yeah," Emma said. "I didn't want to wear the same dress I wore to a dance to my parents' funeral. The person who helped us recognized us as the big Broadway star's daughters….. oh, Uncle Puck, Aunt Quinn, sorry I didn't see you guys. I'm just distracted."

"Of course you are," Quinn said.

"Emma, Sarah, you got what you needed?" Blaine called from the bedroom.

"Yeah, we did," Sarah called.

Blaine came into the living room and began talking to the Hudson kids. "Okay, Kurt went over to the lawyer's office and talked about your parents' will. We've just got to clear some things up and talk to some people, but we do have an idea of what will happen to you guys and where you'll live now." He turned to Puck and Quinn. "Can I talk to you two in my room?"

"Of course," Puck said, taking Quinn's hand as they followed Blaine to the bedroom.

Blaine closed the door when they got to the room. "Kurt looked over the will with the lawyer this morning. Finn and Rachel left the kids to you two."

"US?" Puck whispered. Quinn couldn't talk. This was a bit of a shock. She would have expected Finn and Rachel to leave their kids to Kurt and Blaine, or to their parents.

"I think it makes sense," Blaine said. "You lost the child you had together to adoption and couldn't have more children. The kids need parents who are at the age to be parents, their grandparents may all be gone before Grant graduates high school. And leaving them to Kurt and me – well, it's no secret that every kid needs both a mom and a dad."

"Well - " Puck turned to Quinn. "Should we do it?"

"They need parents," Quinn said. "We should respect Finn and Rachel's wishes."

"Who's going to tell them?" Puck asked.

"Kurt and I agree you two should propose it to them," Blaine said. "I'll let you go into the living room and talk to them."

Puck looked at Quinn. These kids may be theirs. They went to the living room where Ryan, Emma and Sarah were sitting quietly.

"Where's Grant?" Puck asked.

"He's getting some of his toys from the bedroom," Sarah whispered.

"Well, there's something really important we need to talk to the four of you about," Puck said.

"There he is," Ryan said, pointing as Grant walked in.

"Okay, so Kurt was looking over your parents' will," Puck said. "They want the four of you to live with us. You'll still be your parents' children, we'll just be taking care of you. But there are some things to know. You'll have to move to Lima with us, start at a new school. Our house is pretty small, so we'll have to do boys in one bedroom and girls in one until we find one big enough for all of you to get your own rooms."

"Okay," Emma said. "If that's what our parents wanted, that's what we'll do."

"I'm sorry," Quinn said. "If I were you I'd want your parents. Sadly we can't do it that way. We'll try to take as good care of you as they did. They loved all of you very much. We hope you'll let us love you."

"Thank you," Sarah whispered.

Quinn knew the Hudson kids were in for a huge culture shock. Lima was so much different from New York, even from Cleveland where they'd lived before they moved to New York. They would probably never fully get over the loss of their parents.

Quinn and Puck had always wanted children. Now, in a way, they had four children. They'd wanted children, but not at the cost of their friends' lives.