"You know how last year, Kurt swore that Rory was his and Blaine's future, man-preg son?" Finn asked one of his best friends, Sam Evans. One good thing about being back in Ohio is reconnecting with the boy; especially since Sam's still staying at the Hudson-Hummels.

Sam simply nodded with a frown; he had no idea where this conversation was going. Finn had just ran up to his locker, shouting his name from down the hallway with a wild smile. That itself spelled trouble; but Sam was never good at spelling.

"Well," Finn took a deep breath before spitting it out, "I'm starting to believe them." Sam would have choked if he was eating or drinking something. The idea was absurd. Finn noticed Sam's eyes widened and sighed, "I'm not crazy, I swear. I didn't believe them either until…"

"Until what?" Sam closed his longer slowly, as if it closing loudly would spook Finn and send him into a Hulk-like rampage. Sam never knew with this guy lately; Finn seems to be taking a fast spiral down and this was just icing on the cake. "Finn, what you're saying is crazy. Hell, you've met Rory's parents! We Skyped with his mom last week!"

Sam had to admit, Abigail Flanagan was gorgeous. Rory must have gotten his eyes from her, which made her slightly less attractive to him seeing has Rory had been his best bud. At least, he was before he went back to Ireland. Oh man, now this conversation just made Sam depressed.

"No, I know," Finn's hands hovered just above Sam's shoulders as if he was going to shake him to believe him. "And I'm not an idiot; I know two guys can't have a kid. I Googled it once after Ms. Holiday came to McKinley two years ago,"

Sam rolled his eyes at that. That would be the only way Finn would know that. Then again, Sam would be lying if he said he didn't go to Google for like everything because most stuff confuses the hell out of him.

"But I read somewhere that…" Finn paused at the shocked look on Sam's face. "What?"

"You read a book?" Sam's eyebrow shot into the air; Finn couldn't help thinking about Quinn because of that. Sam must have picked up the trait from her; Finn does it too every once in a while, but he's never seen anyone else but her do it. "On purpose?"

Finn scuffed, shaking his head and grabbing Sam's shoulders. "Listen to me!" He gave the boy one shake before giving him space, "I read something somewhere about soul mates. How usually one soul gets slit in two and the other half is the other half of someone else's," Sam nodded; he heard about that too. He never understood it really, but he went along with it. "Well, it also said that somehow, half of their souls together gets put into one person. Usually their kid, but it could be someone they haven't even met before,"

"Let me get this straight," Sam leaned against his locker with his shoulder and added it up in his head while his finger jumped from place to place. "You think that part of Kurt's soul and Blaine's soul is Rory's soul entirely?" Finn smiled in response. Sam leaned in closer to him, trying to get as close to his eyes as possible. Finn took a step back but Sam grabbed his shoulder, "Are you high? What did you take?"

"Sam, I'm serious!" Finn chuckled and pushed Sam away. The blond boy sighed; he was getting a headache. "Look, I know it sounds crazy; I thought it was too. The craziest thing ever that I didn't even consider what Kurt was saying. Until…"

Sam wanted to groan at that word; Finn never finished that sentence before. But the bizarre smile on Finn's face made Sam want to believe him; he still thought he was out of his mind, but it was a start right? "Until I met ours." Okay, yeah, Finn was crazy.

"Ours?" Sam raised his eyebrow again. Finn nodded. "Our, what, exactly?"
"Our soul-child," Finn pushed Sam's chest gently, "Our Rory!"

"Okay, I'm walking away now," Sam didn't get too far before Finn grabbed a hold of his shoulder and hulled him back to the lockers. Sam sighed with defeat. Why should he even consider what Finn was saying? That they had a 'soul-child'? They weren't even a couple; aren't soul mates usually a couple, or people that could be a couple? Sam had no intention of dating Finn; excluding that one crazy dream he had involving the two of them and Quinn, but that's another story.

"Sam, I'm not crazy. I saw him with my own eyes," Finn said excitedly.
"You think you saw him, but you didn't because he's not real! There's no such thing as soul-mates and soul-kids or whatever," Sam threw his arms in the air.

He used to believe in soul-mates; he thought Quinn was his, because he had once believed that his love for her was too strong to last just one lifetime. But then he started thinking that maybe Brittany was his soul-mate; they were two of a kind and he liked her a lot. He's never felt more understood than when he is with Brittany. Well, except for Finn, because let's face it: they aren't the brightest. They get along just as well has he does with Brittany; but it's different with her.

"Alright, fine," Finn held his hands up in surrender. Sam thought it was the end of the conversation and was going to thank his friend for dropping it before leaving; but, Finn had other plans. He grabbed Sam's wrist and pulled him down the hallway; he knew better than to grab Sam's backpack strap because he could easily just slip out of that.

"Finn, you're insane," Sam tried to break free of his hold, but Finn was strangely stronger than Sam expected. Whatever Santana says about him being fat or a dough-boy must not be true at all. Sam sighed with relief when Finn stopped dragging him, only for Finn to plant them in front of a Biology class. Sam had to grip onto the doorway so he wouldn't fall in.

Finn drummed his hands on Sam's shoulders before leaning his head over it and pointing into the room, "Look. You see him?" Sam followed Finn's direction and spotted a familiar face; it was some sophomore on the football team that does awesome touchdown dances.

The boy had dirty blond hair that hung in his brown eyes. His jaw was long but strong and his cheekbones were high; when the kid was in thought, his eyebrows would scrunch and Sam noticed dimples appear on his cheeks. His skin tone was fair with barely noticeable freckles across his nose and his build was tall and broad. He was wearing worn out jeans and beaten up basketball shoes; he had on a bold red short sleeved t-shirt that had a target symbol filled in with colorful strips. While he tapped his foot and his pen to his paper, the boy mouthed words to a silent song in his head. He was the average American boy to Sam.

"What about him?" Sam frowned with confusion. Not wanting to get in trouble with the teacher, Sam pulled them away from the doorway and towards the lockers beside it. Finn's voice was still hushed so no one in the halls could hear and label him psychotic like he's sure Sam is right now.

"That's him," Finn stressed with a grin, "Ryder Lynn is our soul-child!"
"Finn." Sam sighed deeply, "No, he's not."

"Yes, he is!" Finn huffed. He grabbed Sam's arm and pulled them on the other side of the hallway so they could look into the classroom. "Look! Who do you know that wears a target symboled t-shirt? You," Finn poked his friend's arm. "Who wears a lot of stripes? Me," Finn pointed to himself. "His hair is a combination of my hair color, and your hair color; not to mention the Bieber cut, but it's a little different because, you know why? Because Justin Bieber sucks and Ryder must know that and so do I! Even you got a haircut." Sam would have rolled his eyes if it wasn't true. "He's paler like you, but has freckles, like me. He has dimples, which could be from either of us," Sam shrugged a little in response.

"He's on the football team and loves singing—awesome at it too—but he's too afraid to join because of what people might think. Sound familiar? Both of us were like that. He has trouble concentrating on school, both of us. He has a lot of energy and doesn't know what to do with it; you. He can dance, but not that great; which is kind of a mix between us," Sam did roll his eyes that time. "He even sounds like me but plays the guitar, not the drums." Finn grabbed Sam by the shoulders and shook him to make him look him in the eye. "Face it, Sam! That kid is us! Ours."

Ours; that still sounds crazy as hell, but after Finn pointed out all of Ryder's features and his personality, it did make sense. Sam wasn't going to admit that though.

"Okay," Sam sighed with his hand on Finn's shoulder. He pointed with the other, "Let's just say that Ryder is our…soul-kid or whatever it's called," Finn nodded once, knowing Sam was considering it, "what exactly do you plan to do with this information?" Finn rolled his eyes but smiled.

"I haven't come up with that yet," Sam groaned a little, "But I'll come up with something. It doesn't matter what we do with it, it's there! It's true!" Sam took one last look into the classroom; he caught Ryder air guitaring in the middle of his Biology test and the teacher telling him to knock it off. Ryder went red and dropped his focus to his test, but Sam could see him smile and continue to tap his foot. That's all it took.

"He's ours?" Finn nodded with a timid grin. "He's ours."
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I've thought about Blake being a mix between Finn and Sam since the Glee Project (and yes, I mean Blake, not Ryder), but I expected that they would make his character like that, too. I kind of saw it from the get-go, especially with his dancing on the football field and his attention problem in class. But then I thought that he was just more like Finn; when they sang together, HEAVEN. HEAVEN.

Anyways, this story popped up because the second I saw Ryder's outfit during hand-jive scene, I freaked! I mean, Ryder has worn so many stripes and bright colors in only one episode but that shirt just made me loose it; the target sign AND stripes? It was meant to be. R.M. must have seen it in Blake too.

I never really got into the whole 'Rory being Klaine's kid' thing, but I totally believe Ryder being Sinn's.

Should I continue this, or leave it as a one-shot? I might make a one-shot series with their 'family,' along with other couples.