Yeah, I replaced these chapters cause I realised way too late that I'd forgotten to add Toronto-Hummel Anderson, but here he is now! (Well, sort of)

When I first saw the whole timetraveling!Rory and him being Klaine's kid I squealed and knew I had to do a future!Klory fic, and I know you're all going to kill me when you read this, but it gets better, I promise.

Disclaimer: Don't own Glee. *tear* And I don't own Duke, who is briefly mentioned as Blaine's manager, he belongs to littlemusings (Dani isn't here guys, so yeah).

Rory Hummel-Anderson was a happy seventeen year old, for the most part. He was a straight A student at Dalton Academy, part of the Warblers, and very well-behaved, thank you very much. Sure, he didn't have a girlfriend (or boyfriend, you know we'll love you either way, Daddy always reminded him), and his little brother Toronto was a pain in the ass half the time, and he had an inexplicable thick irish accent, but his dads were supportive, as well as his Mama and all his uncles and aunties. There was just one problem. His dads were always fighting. It used to be rare, the arguments, but over the last few years it seemed like they were fighting at least once a week. And right now, they were at it again. Rory snuck downstairs, sitting on the last step and peering into the kitchen where Papa was clenching his fists and tears glittered in his eyes while Daddy was leaning against the counter, his back to Rory but he could still see that Daddy's jaw was set. Luckily, Toronto was staying with Granpa Hummel. Poor Toronto was terrible at witnessing the arguments. Rory could easily guess what they were arguing about. Papa was a famous singer and was constantly touring the world, but he always managed to schedule tours on important dates. He'd missed christmases, birthdays, anniversaries, school plays and singing competitions. Daddy always reminded him of upcoming important events, but sometimes Papa went ahead and planned the tour anyways. It seemed like Papa had done it again.

"It's our anniversary, Blaine! Can't you reschedule? Get Duke to change it or something," Daddy said through gritted teeth. Rory knew Daddy was trying so hard to not yell.

"Do you know how long we've had this planned?" Papa waved his hands around for emphasis, brows knit with anger.

"Do you know how much you've missed because of your fucking tours?" Daddy spat, not bothering to keep his voice down anymore, "This would be the sixth anniversary you've missed, not to mention the times that you've missed out on my birthdays, or Rory and Toronto's birthdays. All the opening nights on Broadway you didn't see or Rory's school plays. What about Toronto's first time at six flags? The show choir competitions and things like that? Did you know Rory won first place in his school science fair last month? You've never been to a single parent-teachers conference, or a Warblers performance. Blaine, you've been missing out our children's lives." Papa let out an exasperated sigh.

"I have to meet up with Duke," Papa's voice was super low. Daddy wiped away a single tear.

"You walk out that door, you don't come back," Daddy whispered. Rory's breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened. He sat back on the step, lower lip trembling.

"You said you would never say goodbye to me," Rory heard Papa whisper back.

"Goodbye, Blaine Anderson," Daddy's voice wavered slightly. Fat tears rolled down Rory's cheeks. With blurred vision, he ran upstairs, letting out a sob when he arrived at the comfort of his room. The sobs grew when he heard the front door slam. The house was eerily quiet, considering that four singers lived in it, there had always been music. Three singers now Rory though, wiping away tears and tucking his knees under his chin. It was two hours before Daddy called him down to dinner and Rory plastered on his best 'I-don't-know-what's-going-on-and-totally-didn't-listen-in' face before rushing downstairs. Daddy's eyes were red and puffy, cheeks stained with dried tears and his mouth was set in a hard line.

"Dinner, sweetheart," Daddy rasped, pushing a plate of Thai take out towards Rory. Rory sat down, noticing Daddy hadn't even bothered serving himself a plate of food.

"Where's Papa?" Rory asked innocently, stomach fluttering and palms sweaty as he hoped for Papa to walk in and join him. Daddy's posture stiffened and he swallowed hard, eyes glittering with unshed tears.

"Papa's busy. Eat," Daddy snapped. Rory's face fell and he felt the wet heat of tears on his round cheeks. He wasn't hungry. In fact, his stomach had been queasy since he ran up the stairs two hours before.

"M'not hungry," Rory murmured, pushing around the carrots and green beans with his fork. Daddy sighed, massaging his temples.

"You have to eat," said Daddy, sounding weary and annoyed. Rory sniffled, picking at the rice.

"But m'not hungry," Rory mumbled. Daddy glared at him.

"Fine! Starve for all I care!" Daddy snarled, stalking upstairs. Rory's head snapped up, sucking in his breath. He was so stunned the fork slid out of his hand, landing on the floor with a loud clatter. Once again, his cheeks were wet and his lower lip trembled. Daddy had never snapped at him like that. He sniffled, glaring at his food. Minutes seemed like hours and Rory just sat at the table, wiping away tears and biting his lip to keep in the sobs. After twenty minutes (he checked his watch; a habit picked up from Papa) Rory picked up the fallen fork, washing it in the sink before sitting at the dining table again. His food was cold, but he didn't care, nibbling on the vegetables while a few stray tears wet his cheeks. Five minutes later found Rory throwing out the rest of his food before going up to his room. After slipping on his Star Wars pajamas, he crawled onto his bed, hugging his pillow. Sobs racked his body and his pillow was soaked in tears, but it didn't matter. Papa wasn't coming home tonight. The door to his room opened and soon Daddy's arms enveloped Rory in a hug.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Daddy whispered, kissing his forehead and smoothing his hair. A choked sob escaped Rory's lips and he buried his head in Daddy's neck.

"Is Papa really gone?" Rory whispered. Daddy's grip tightened and hot tears splashed onto Rory's neck. This sent a fresh wave of tears to Rory's eyes.

"Shh, my heart. Do you want me to sing you to sleep?" Daddy said softly after taking a shaky breath. Rory nodded, knowing that Daddy would sing the same song he'd used for the last seventeen years to lull him to sleep.

It's not that easy, bein' green

Having to spend each day the color of the leaves

When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold

Or something much more colourful like that

It's not that easy, being green

It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things

And people tend to pass over

'Cause you're not standing out

Like flashy sparkles in the water

Or stars in the sky

But green is the color of spring

And green can be cool and friendly-like

And green can be big like an ocean

Or important like a mountain

Or tall like a tree

When green is all there is to be

It could make you wonder why

But why wonder why wonder

I am green, and it'll do fine

It's beautiful, and I think it's what I wanna be

Rory was fast asleep when Daddy finished, so he carefully set up the pillows and lay Rory's head on his favourite one with the hot chocolate stain from a long forgotten pillow fight. He dried Rory's cheeks, kissing his forehead and turning off the light before leaving to go to his own empty bed.

Don't shoot! It gets better! I promise! :