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Where is it? Where is it?! Finn thought anxiously to himself as he continued to search through the piles and piles of papers that were stacked on his desk. "I told you not to just set these here!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

"Oh, so now it's my fault you can't find the paper?" The man beside him asked, his tone laced with annoyance.

Finn just rolled his eyes. Puck, his best friend and right hand man of his company, was usually extremely reliable. However, in this moment, they had about three hours to find the statement and file it with the other documents for last quarter's revenue and he wasn't being much help. "No. Just forget it and keep looking!" He grabbed a stack of papers off the desk and began shuffling through them.

"All I'm saying," Puck continued, grabbing a stack of papers for himself and copying Finn, "is that you being the CEO of Hudson Inc, which by the way is named after you in case you forgot, you would be more careful when handling all of these documents. They shouldn't just be laying out all over your desk."

Finn's eyes grew wide. "YOU'RE THE ONE THAT PUT THEM HERE! I asked you to put them in my filing cabinet where they belonged. If you would have just done that then we wouldn't be up to our elbows in files!" He threw that stack of papers into a box filled with sheets they had already looked through and grabbed a new bundle.

Puck forced back a smirk. "Now now, let's not go pointing fingers. I think that this is both of our faults here. You shouldn't have trusted me to put away these statements in the first place. I'm unreliable." Glancing at one sheet after the other, he decided the prized document wasn't in that stack either so he discarded it and grabbed a new one.

Finn stopped searching and looked up at Puck, grinning. "Yeah, you're right on that one. You are way too unreliable."

"Hey!" Puck exclaimed, throwing the piece of paper that was in his hand at Finn. The page floated every which way in the air before settling down just to the right of Finn's black dress shoes. He was always dressed up in suits, because being the CEO of the company meant he always had to look his best. Finn held his tie to his chest as he bent down and grabbed the stray piece of paper.

Flipping it over to add it to his stack, Finn muttered, "Aaaand, here it is." He held it up to show Puck, right as his best friend reached for it. "Um, no. I'm not trusting you with this again, I'm going to fax it over to the main office right now with a note telling Santana to file it where it belongs." Finn chuckled as Puck pulled his hand back and frowned.

"You trust Santana more than you trust me to do work related things? Now that's messed up." Puck grumbled.

Finn shrugged, and placed the piece of paper in the tray of the fax machine. "Maybe if you would file things like I asked you to we wouldn't have to spend 45 minutes searching through stacks of papers, and I would trust you more than I trust my secretary. If I had wanted a mess of papers on my desk, I would have had my kids put them away."

"Finn, dude, I'm sorry, okay?" Puck retorted, holding his hands up in front of him as if in defense.

"It's alright. This is just a downside to working from my home office sometimes, I have to trust you to do the filing and stuff instead of Santana." Finn smirked and turned to dial in the number to the fax machine in his work.

Thud, thud.

Puck and Finn turned their heads in the direction of the noise. "Sounds like it's coming from the living room," Puck said.

Finn waited a few seconds and when there was no other noise he shrugged and turned back to the machine, "Mary will take care of it." He reached for the numbers again.

Thud.

The men looked at each other and then in the direction of the noise, waiting for something else. At first, there was nothing that followed, but then there was the laughter of children and a woman yelling.

"You finish this; I'll go see what's going on." Finn said, pointing at the fax machine as he walked out the door. He carried himself well, straightening his tie as he approached the living room. "What is going on?" He asked in a firm and not at all gentle voice. His children feared him so as soon as he spoke they stopped their childishness and sat down, avoiding eye contact with him.

There was an older woman standing on the other side of the couch from Finn who was inching towards the door. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hudson. I just can't do it anymore. They're just too wild." The woman looked anxious and she already had her suitcases in hand.

"Mrs. Ravira, Mary, please, just tell me what they did." Finn asked, almost pleading with her.

The nanny looked at him as if he was an idiot. "You really haven't noticed?" Her eyes scanned towards Abby and David, who were still sitting on the ground, not letting their gaze leave the floor.

Finn looked clueless as to what she was talking about, "No, I haven't. Please, go on."

Mary sighed, "When you're around, they scream and they throw things and they're little monsters. Don't you remember that time they put glue in my shampoo bottle? I talked to you about it. My hair looked like some piece of abstract art."

Finn stifled a laugh as the image of her walking into the kitchen as pissed as he'd ever seen her made its way into his head. Her hair had been sticking up in so many directions; she looked like she had been electrocuted. Mrs. Ravira glared at him. "Uh, sorry. Go ahead."

"Then, there was that time they put ants in my bed. I was itchy for weeks, it was miserable. The time they tried to clean the toilet with my toothbrush, I was lucky I walked in on that one. Umm, the time I wa-"

"Okay, I've heard enough." Finn sighed, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to take everything in. Then he looked at his kids, raising an eyebrow, "I heard thuds a few moments ago, though, what caused them?" As their father's stare bore deeper and deeper, Abby tried to sink lower and lower into the carpet. He returned his gaze to the nanny.

Mary took in a deep breath before continuing, "Well, when I tried to send them to their rooms for throwing my underwear back and forth to each other, David ran towards the stairs. Naturally, I went after him. As soon as I reached the top stair, David jumped out of the way and one of his legs got caught underneath me. I tumbled down the stairs, so I'm assuming that caused the thuds you heard was my not so graceful landing on the hardwood. I'm okay, and I'm not going to be suing, it was only 5 stairs, however it is unacceptable behavior. I can't be positive that my tripping down the stairs was intentional, but it wouldn't surprise me in the least if it was. Those children are a force to be reckoned with and I'm getting too old to deal with it. I suggest you find someone younger who has the time to chase them around and dodge their pranks, or better yet, parent them yourself. I quit." Before Finn could even open his mouth and apologize, she was gone.

Finn closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He stayed this way for a minute or two, trying to gather enough calmness to turn and face his children. When he did, he did so with authority. "David, Abby, what have you done?"

Abby, who was at a prime age of seven, stood up and began to walk towards Finn, "Daddy… We just –"

"No, I'll tell you what you've done," Finn said, cutting her off and pointing an accusing finger at her, "You've just made my life ten times harder. Now I have to find you another nanny. What am I going to do with you until I can find one?! I have to work Abby. I can't be bothered to stay here and watch you and your brother all day."

The little girl was trying to be brave and hold her tears back. She didn't want to let her father or her little brother David – who was only five- see her cry. She sniffed and wiped away a stray tear from her cheek before calmly saying, "I'm sorry, daddy." Her eyes made their way to the floor, unable to look Finn in the eye.

"Go to your rooms." Finn said assertively.

As they got up, David walked over to Finn and tugged on his pant leg. After he was satisfied that his father was looking at him, he spoke in a soft voice, "Daddy, we don't want another nanny. I just want you to stay with me and Abby." Tears came to the little boy's eyes.

Finn gently took David's arms and plucked them from his clothing. "Go to your room, David." He spoke firm and David turned, immense hurt in his eyes, and began to walk away. After watching to make sure they did as they were told, Finn turned on his heels and stormed back into his office, steam practically coming out of his ears. "Well, I'm out a nanny." He grumbled, kicking his office chair with his foot rather hard. The chair tumbled over onto its side, knocking down a stack of papers Puck had just finished putting together.

"Dude! Watch it!" Puck yelled, throwing his hands up and the papers that were in them into the air.

"Sorry. Life's just been shitty since that stupid car accident." Finn spit the words out through his teeth as if they were poison. All of a sudden the tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Puck awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and looked down, unsure of what to say. The silence stayed this way for about two minutes, until Finn cleared his throat and spoke up again, "So, did you fax the paper through? Did Santana get it?"

Puck nodded, "Yeah, she did. She said she'd call you if there were any issues."

"Thanks."

The tension was still there and it was killing both of them. Neither of them knew what to say to break it. Until the phone rang. Finn reached onto his desk and picked it up, pressing it to his ear, "Hello?"

"Hey, sexy." A voice purred on the other line.

Finn grinned. "Hey, Santana."

"I could say that there was a problem with the paper Puck just faxed over in order to get you to come into the office, but that would be a lie. So, how about I just tell you the truth? I'm wearing that little black dress you love so much." Santana said sensually.

Finn turned his back to Puck and cupped his hand over his mouth, "Oh really?" He meant to say it normally, but his words sort of melted together and it came out as more of a groan.

"Yep." She said, and he could hear the smile in her voice. "And one other thing…" Her voice trailed off as she waited for Finn to ask.

"What?"

"I'm not wearing panties." She whispered, chuckling maniacally to herself.

Finn's jaw dropped as he tried to focus on anything else besides what she'd just said. He couldn't form words properly at the moment.

"I'll be waiting in your office." Santana said before hanging up.

Finn let out a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding. His head was still a little fuzzy, but he managed to turn around to Puck and say, "Santana said the copy we faxed through was smudged so I need to bring her the original page." He hung up the phone and plucked the paper off of the fax machine, walking out the office door before Puck could even say anything.

"Finn, wait! We have other things we have to get done today! Can't you just postpone the deadline and do this tomorrow?" Puck said, walking after Finn down the hallway.

"Nope! We're on a tight schedule!" Finn called back, not even bothering to turn around. He simply waved the paper in the air above his head before walking out the door.

Puck sighed and was about to leave, too, when he heard two doors creak open. Turning his head he saw Abby and David peeking out of their rooms with confused looks on their faces. "Well, I guess I should stay here with you guys…" He said hesitantly before turning around and walking back into the living room.

Finn hesitated outside of the door that lead to his office. Running his fingers through his hair, he attempted to make it look more tousled than it really was. He also made the effort of straightening out his jacket and his tie before opening the door and walking in. There she was, sitting on his desk in that little black dress, her knees crossed and her hands propped out behind her. Finn closed the door as a smirk tugged on the corner of his mouth.

"Well, hello there, Ms. Lopez." He said, still standing in front of the door.

She smirked back and sat up, dipping her chest forward as she responded, "Mr. Hudson." Santana hopped off his desk, not bothering to pull down the bottom of her dress, which had risen almost to the point of exposing her. "Now let's quit the formalities. How about you get over here because I wants you on me and I wants it now."

Finn didn't need to be asked twice. Within a second he was across the room with one hand on her lower back and the other cupping the side of her face. He molded her lips to his before parting them with his tongue and slipping it in her mouth. Exploring her mouth was familiar because he'd done it so many times before. There was nothing emotionally going on between them, he just considered them sex buddies. Nevertheless, it still excited him to hear her moan against his mouth. He moved their bodies back until she was pinned against his desk.

"You know this doesn't mean anything, right?" Finn said as he pulled away from her lips.

"Of course, you tell me every single time we have sex. Which is pretty often." Santana wove her fingers through his hair and brought his face down to her neck. "And I tell you every time that all I want from you is sex. And maybe a raise." She smiled even though he couldn't see.

As Finn kissed down her neck, he placed one of his hands on his desk to support his body and accidentally hit the intercom button. A loud beep rang through the office and Finn was thankful, not for the first time, that he had decided to invest in blinds. As soon as his hand hit the button, he released it and stood up.

"Maybe this isn't the best place to do this." He said with a chuckle.

Santana moved away from the desk and began to pull down her dress to a semi-appropriate length. "Then where? I don't know about you, but I'm not done quite yet." She waggled an eyebrow at Finn as she ran her fingers through her now knotted hair.

The kids were at his house so they couldn't go there. Or could they? Usually when Finn brought women home with him he waited until the kids were at school. However, Puck was there. Surely he could keep them entertained until Finn had his way with Santana. All he had to do was keep them away from the Finn's bedroom, that wasn't difficult. "Let's go back to my place. We'll have to be sneaky because my kids are home, but Puck's there so it should be okay."

Santana raised her eyebrows, "Are you sure you want to do all the things you want to do to me while your kids are in the house? I'm the last person to question someone's morality, but are you sure that's okay?"

"Yeah, they'll be fine." Finn shrugged and opened the door, "After you."

When they reached his house, the kids were still back in the living room playing with Puck. Finn took Santana's hand and slowly opened the front door, "Remember, be quiet." He whispered before stepping inside and closing the door without making a noise. They tiptoed down the hallway and past the living room, thankful that the kids' backs were to them. Finn almost got by completely unnoticed but just as he was about to slip into his bedroom, Puck looked up and saw him. Finn shook his head and motioned towards Santana.

Puck looked at him with a look that said "You have got to be kidding me."

Finn pleaded with him.

After a second, Puck resigned and rolled his eyes, mouthing, "You owe me." Finn simply nodded before slipping into his bedroom and silently shutting the door.

This was not going to cut it. No way was Puck going to babysit kids that weren't even his all day while Finn was off doing the nasty with Santana! He needed to find a new nanny and he needed to find her soon. He leaned back against the couch and pulled out his phone while the kids continued to build a fort with building blocks.

Within a matter of minutes he had created an ad for the job that needed to be filled and posted it. Now all that was left to do was wait.

Puck kept glancing at Finn's bedroom door, hoping for the sake of the kids that Finn and Santana would keep it quiet. Those kids didn't need that kind of scarring at such a young age.

They really are good kids, Puck thought as he watched Abby reach over and help straighten out David's side of the tower so it wouldn't fall over. The little boy smiled at his sister as if she were a queen before saying thank you. Finn was a great guy and this wasn't completely his fault, but he had recently become a really crummy father. Puck would never admit that out loud, but it was a good sort of relief to be able to admit it to himself.

Beep Beep.

Puck looked at his phone and saw that someone had already replied to the ad. He clicked on the new email:

Noah Puckerman,

I read your ad about needing a nanny for Finn Hudson's two kids. I'm interested in the job. My resume is attached and you can contact me by email or my phone number which is listed below. I'd love to do an interview with you about the position as soon as possible.

Rachel Berry

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