Author's Notes: Okay, this started out as part of the tumblr Sory Week, but I enjoyed writing Future Sory so much, I wrote a second one. And now another, so I decided to put these into their own little story. It's just little random ficlets taking place in the same universe, just each a self contained story. If you read the last 2 chapters of my tumblr Sory Week submissions, then you have already read the first two chapters and can go on to the third. Oh, and yes, I broke major canon (duh) and just wait until you see the baby's names :p Only because it's being silly did I do that, otherwise I do not usually use original actors in any fashion in my fics.
Married…with Children: A Collection of Future Sory Ficlets
Damian's Fourth Birthday
Sam Evans and Rory Flanagan met in high school when Sam was eighteen, a graduating senior, and Rory was only a fifteen year old foreign exchange student. They formed a fast friendship that quickly turned into something more – something much, much more.
That was in 2012. In 2015, Sam, then twenty-one, got down on one knee and proposed to the nineteen year old college sophomore. It was the year 2020 when the happy couple finally had two children join their small family.
Wanting to preserve their genes as much as possible, the two men used a pair of surrogates, the advancements in technology allowing them to find carriers with as close of genes as the fathers. Sam impregnated one with Rory's genetic makeup, and Rory with Sam's genetics
Their first child, a boy, turned out to look just like Sam, except with dark brown hair. His green eyes matched Sam's, and of course his Trouty lips. They named the baby Chord. Why? Because when Rory was learning guitar, Sam would reward him with kisses for every chord he played.
Their second child was born two years later, and looked just like Rory, but with blonde hair. He retained Rory's 'dancing eyebrows' and sweet smile. They named this baby boy Damian.
Damian and Chord got alone like peas and carrots, as Forrest Gump would say. When Damian was born, Chord was at his side constantly, helping his dads any way he could. They had no fear about letting the boys play together with only mild supervision – little Chord was as protective over Damian as Sam was of Rory.
Today was Damian's fourth birthday. Blaine and his husband, Kurt, brought their two little boys, Chris and Darren, and Brittany brought over her daughter, Heather. Santana was at home on bed rest, their second child on the way.
Chord's duty was to keep Damian occupied while his dads decorated and got ready for the party. Rory was baking the chocolate cake with red icing, shaped like a cowboy hat. Damian had a love for the ancient heroes known as cowboys, always trying to defend their dog, Schue, from his big bad brother.
Sam was in the dining room, putting up decorations and stacking presents on the table. Brittany, Blaine and Kurt were setting out food and snacks, their kids playing cowboys and robots with Damian and Chord, little Heather playing the damsel in distress.
Around noon, the guests started to arrive. Sam's parents and younger siblings, now seventeen and fifteen themselves. He remembered a time when they were just little kids, always hanging on to him and listening to him play the guitar. Now, Stacy had a boyfriend of two years and planning to go to UCLA, and Stevie was on the football team and dating a different girl every other week.
Rory's little brother Seamus arrived, having moved to America when he was eighteen, now living in Chicago with his girlfriend and boyfriend. It was no surprise when Seamus revealed he enjoyed the company of men, but it came as a bigger surprise when he revealed he was in a serious three way relationship. His boyfriend had an important presentation he was working on and couldn't get away for the weekend, but his girlfriend was there with him.
A couple of Sam and Rory's friends that weren't part of glee club were there, as were a couple of Chord's playmates, who also played with Damian at the playground. A whole room full of children with parents just as wild as they were.
Sam called Chord into the kitchen, telling him to round up the other kids and bring them to the dining room. It took him a good five minutes to get them to relocate their game of cowboys and robots, but when they arrived in the dining room, their game was quickly forgotten.
"Wow!" Damian exclaimed, looking around at the decorations and stack of presents on the table. "Looky Chordy! Looky!" he cooed, hopping up and down excitedly. He was just like Rory when he got excited.
"All those are for you, Damian!" Chord said, grinning. He helped his little brother climb up into a chair. Rory stuck a cowboy hat on his head and announced that it was his fourth birthday.
"Let's eat first," Sam suggested. He was starved. Neither his friends nor his husband would allow him to preview any of the food and his stomach was growling.
Rory fixed a plate for the birthday boy, filling him up with a hot dog slathered in cheese, potato chips, and some fruit salad. He always insisted the boys have something healthy with their meals, and fortunately, both of them enjoyed fruit. Damian clapped with joy as he picked up his hot dog and began to chomp down it.
Sam gave Chord his own plate, while the others all fended for themselves and their kids. Sitting around the table, chattering away, it made them all feel younger again. Granted, late twenties wasn't old, but when time passes so fast, it can seem that way.
Once everyone was finished chowing down on their food, it was time to open presents. Damian stood up on his chair, reaching for the largest one first.
"Why don't you open that one last?" Sam suggested, knowing that if Damian opened that one first, he wouldn't want anything to do with the rest. Sam handed him a smaller present, which he quickly unwrapped.
"Oh wow! Dinosaurs!" Damian cried, pronouncing it like "Dee-nose-oars". It was a pair of plastic dinosaurs that roared when their sides were squeezed. "Thank you Uncle Kurt! Thank you Uncle Blaine!"
Next, the boy was presented with a slightly smaller box. Inside that one was a game for his Wii 3000. It was a dancing game that used motion detection to play. That was from Brittany, who offered to show him how to use it, but somehow Rory and Sam both thought that might not be the best idea, since Brittany's idea of dancing was a little too provocative for a four year old.
Seamus had brought him a new winter coat, which was more exciting for his dads than for Damian. One by one the rest of his gifts were opened – movies, toys, a few clothes. All that was left was the big box from Sam and Rory.
"Can I open that one now daddy?" Damian asked, Sam and Rory smiling at one another in agreement.
"Sure. I think it's time you got to open it," Sam said, pushing the box toward the small boy. The two men were beaming at each other as they watched their littlest boy struggle to unwrap his gift.
"Help me, Chordy!" Damian begged of his brother. Chord looked up at Sam as if asking for permission. The man nodded, and the boy smiled and obliged his brother. Together, the two boys managed to tear off the wrapping and reveal the box.
Damian and Chord's eyes both went wide with surprise. They hadn't expected this. It was a gift for the two of them, really. It was the modernized version of a small go kart. Back in the day, go karts were loud, required gas, smelled up everything with smoke, and were all around considered dangerous. Times had changed, and they were battery powered, relatively quiet, made no smoke, and were all around much better toys for small kids. They could even be used indoors if properly supervised.
"That's actually for both you," Rory clarified to the boys. "Wanna open it up?"
The boys needn't be asked twice. They begged their dads to put it together for them. Between Rory, Sam, Blaine, and Seamus, they managed to put the small vehicle together in a half hour. They took it into the backyard and Damian and Chord rode around all over the place, the other kids chasing after them trying to catch them.
"You realize you will never get them away from that long enough for cake, right?" Sam asked his husband. Rory smiled at him.
"Oh yes I will. That battery is only a quarter charged. It'll last another twenty minutes at best, and then they have no choice but to come inside and rest while it charges up," Rory said smugly.
Sam gave him a quick kiss. "That's my guy, always on top of things."
Sure enough twenty minutes later, the battery ran out and needed to be recharged. The kids piled back into the dining room, where Rory brought out the cake. Everyone sang Happy Birthday to him and then waited eagerly for their pieces of the delicious cake.
Sam and Rory stood back, watching their kids enjoying their cake and their friends and their toys. "I don't think we could have done any better," Sam said, pulling Rory close and kissing him on the top of his head.
"Me either. Perfection achieved?" the younger man asked.
"Perfection achieved," Sam verified. The two men stood watching, waiting for the moment when it would hit them that their youngest boy had just turned four, and would be starting kindergarten next year.