A/N- I'm baaaack! Did you miss me? I can't thank you enough for all the support on twitter for this and my previous stories. You guys rock. Thanks to my ladies, Erica, Allie, and Melanie for being so tolerant of my insanity. Special thanks to Erica, who was a huge help with this behind the scenes. This is an AU story based on the movie 'Because I Said So." I have been writing ahead, so updates should happen regularly and I am happy to report that this is my longest story so far. This is, for the most part, a light hearted tale that will end happily for our favorite couple (spoiler alert). There may things that make you wonder along the way... that's the idea. If you have read anything else I've written, you know I'm all about a happy ending.

Side note: There are a few who don't like my stories or my writing style and that is cool. There are a ton of better writers out there, go read their awesome stories. This is a hobby for me; a way to keep our Finchel alive. There is no need to leave pure hate in my (or anyone elses reviews). Keep it constructive, please.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, it's music, or the characters. I also do not own he movie that this is based off, "Because I Said So." All mistakes (grammar and otherwise) are mine.

"Daddy, I did it!"

Finn Hudson smiled at the little girl wiggling her feet on the floor in front of him, proudly showing off her newly tied shoes. "That's great, Booger. I knew you could." He stood from the couch and grabbed the princess backpack resting nearby, holding it in front of the little girl so she could thread her arms through the straps. "You ready to go?"

"Yep!"

Katie Hudson was Finn's pride and joy. Everyday Finn did everything he could to make sure she had the things she needed. It had been just the two of them since Quinn, the girl's mother, walked out on them when Katie was just a baby.

He and Quinn had begun dating shortly after Finn moved to New York City to become a firefighter and two years later Quinn discovered that she was pregnant. After the shock wore off, the two eased into the idea of having a baby together and planned and prepped for the baby's arrival. Soon after Katie was born, however, Quinn had an epic melt down and moved to Los Angeles to pursue a career in acting, leaving Finn behind to raise their daughter on his own.

Now, five years later, Finn was comfortable with the life he and Katie created. Being a single father had its challenges, especially with the 12 hour rotating schedule that he worked, but it also had its advantages. He loved getting to spend these little moments with his daughter.

"Are you and Emily still sitting next to each other?"

Katie smiled at him from the doorway, waiting patiently while Finn put on his shoes. "No. Mrs. Taylor moved me so that I can sit by Bradley. He likes to get in trouble."

"That's not good." Finn pulled his pant legs over his boots and stood, taking Katie's hand as they made their way out of the apartment. He hated to think that his little girl was growing up so fast, he was happy to have these moments with her.

"It's not good. She said I can be a good affluence."

They turned the corner and Finn smiled down at the little girl, their hands still swinging between them. "Influence?"

"That's what I said. Affluence."

"Okay. Do you and Emily play at recess?"

Katie nodded enthusiastically, smiling widely. "We meet by the swings and then go down the slide."

"That sounds like fun."

She shrugged, causing Finn to laugh. "It is. She said she was gonna bring her dog to school for show and tell today."

"Oh really? Her dog?" He was skeptical, he honestly didn't think they were allowed to bring pets to show and tell, but kindergarteners weren't always the best at remembering those types of things.

"That's what she said." The little girl turned, eagerly leading her dad down the final block of their morning journey.

"Are you excited to play with Uncle Puck today?"

The five year old looked up, her smile wide. "He said we was gonna pick up some chicks after school today. He said I am a good at helping."

At a time when he really needed them, his brother and best friend really came through. Knowing his schedule well in advance, Finn was able to rotate childcare between Kurt Hummel, his brother, and Noah Puckerman, his longtime best friend. Kurt worked at a magazine and often took the nights that Finn worked at the station, leaving the day ones to Puck.

Unfortunately, that meant that for the several hours a day Katie was with Puck, he was free to corrupt her young mind. Puck may be his best friend and really good with Katie, but he really did lack a filter. Puck seemed to forget that Katie was five and not one of the guys. She listens and repeats things and even when you think she can't hear you. Little girls are seemingly everywhere.

Finn took in a deep breath, resisting the urge to call his best friend an inappropriate name in front of Katie. "I bet you are a great helper, but I thought you wanted to watch your princess movie instead? Uncle Puck likes princess movies." Finn hoped that his deflection would work, knowing that he and Katie had put the movie she had received for her last birthday in her backpack the night before. Finn's parents had sent it to her for her birthday and she insisted on bringing it to school for show and tell.

"He probably does! Good idea, Daddy!" Katie held tight to Finn's hand, swinging them between them as they walked. After a few moments of silence, Katie could no longer contain her curiosity. "Daddy? Why don't we ever pick up chicks?"

Finn's eyes went wide as he scoured his brain for a reply. "Cause, um, well… Daddy already has a chick."

"You do?" The little girl's eyes sparkled as she looked up to Finn, waiting for the details.

Finn smiled down at her and nodded. "I do, her name is Katie."

"Me?" Katie marveled in the new information as they closed in on Puck's apartment. The look of wonder on Katie's face had Finn amused. "I'm a chick?"

The pair turned and walked up the few steps leading to Puck's small apartment. "You are." Katie smiled up at her dad, who returned it before knocking on the door. It wasn't long before it swung open, revealing pajama clad Puck.

"Hey Special K, what's up?" Puck moved aside allowing Finn and Katie to come into the apartment, fist bumping them both as they passed him in the doorway.

"Hey, Uncle Puck! Guess what?"

Puck closed the door and followed the girl into his kitchen, where she was already removing her backpack. "What?"

"I'm a chick!"

"Good to know." Puck fist bumped the little girl again, amused at her early morning confession. He watched as Finn poured her some cereal and started back out to the living room. Puck shook his head, chuckling slightly. "Where does she come up with this stuff?"

"Gee, I don't know. Maybe it's that you told her that you guys were going out to pick up chicks today?" Finn half teasing- half serious tone caught Puck's attention as they moved further from where Katie was happily munching on her cereal.

"Oops."

Finn reached out and smacked Puck on the shoulder. "Yeah, 'oops.' And then she asked why I never take her with me to pick up chicks."

"The kid has a point." Puck ignored the whack to his shoulder and smiled up at his friend. "Why don't you let her help you? She is pretty good at it."

He ran his hand through his hair, frustrated at the unwelcomed turn in the conversation. Finn had learned a long time ago that being a single father made it difficult to find any substantial relationships. Most of them ran for the hills when they found out he had a daughter. "Puck, my life is complicated enough; I don't need a girlfriend right now."

"That's what you keep saying; you can't be alone forever."

Deep down Finn knew that his friend was right. He wasn't avoiding relationships, but he wasn't seeking them out either. Finn knew that any potential relationship would not just be about him, it would need to be about Katie too. Any prospective dates needed to be not only good for him, but for his daughter. "I'm not alone, I have Katie."

"You know what I mean, Finessa." It was Puck's turn to hit Finn. His hand connected with Finn's shoulder, causing him to take a step back.

"We do just fine."

Puck stepped into Finn, amusement lacing his features. Finn was his best friend and a great guy. He didn't deserve what Quinn did to him and Katie, leaving them the way she did. Puck knew that Finn was a bit of a romantic and just because that stuff wasn't for him, doesn't mean he didn't want it for his friend; if that's what he wanted. "You do, just fine. What about when she gets a little older? What are you gonna do when she asks about girl shit, send her to Petunia?"

"She can ask me, I am her father." Finn shrugged, hoping to come off confident. Truth was he was terrified of Katie getting older and asking questions he didn't know the answer to.

"Yeah, that should be interesting."

Finn sighed. There was no way he could get into this anymore this morning he had to get to work. "Just please stop using her to pick up women."

"Fine."

Finn went back to the kitchen and kissed Katie on the head while she ate the cereal. "Booger, I got to get to work." She turned in her seat, hugging him tightly. "Be good for Uncle Puck and have fun at school. I'll see you after work. Love you."

"Bye Daddy, love you too." She turned back to her cereal as Finn left the apartment. "Uncle Puck, I brought my princess movie."

Puck groaned and made his way back to the kitchen. "Hey, Special K, can we not watch that movie today? I was hoping we could watch anything else."

"Daddy says that you love princesses."

He groaned as he stood from the table, abandoning his cereal for more coffee. He was going to need it if he was going to be suckered into watching that stupid princess movie. Again. "I like them in real life."

"You know real princesses?"

Puck smirked as he turned to look at the girl, staring at him in amazement. He didn't know princesses like the ones Katie was referring to, but he did know some women that he referred to as princesses. He would just leave out those details. "Oh yeah. I know princesses."

"Wow."

Puck laughed into his cup of coffee as he sat back down at the table. Finn couldn't get mad at him for this one.

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"I can't believe you are almost 30."

"All grown up."

"Daddy, I'm already grown up." Rachel Berry loved her dads; she loved them a lot. The two men had done everything in their power to get her where she is today, including moving to New York when she was in middle school. They moved their lives four states away so that she would have the best opportunity to make it on Broadway, a dream she's had since she was ten. A dream she was currently living.

Leroy groaned before heavily sipping from his wine glass. "Don't remind me."

"There is no need to be so dramatic Leroy. I was simply pointing out that our little girl is growing up."

Rachel had a standing lunch date with her dads, every Monday the three members of the Berry family would catch up on each other's lives, though only so much could change over the course of a week. Currently, the three of them were enjoying lunch at a small upscale bistro in SOHO where their light and carefree conversation had seemingly turned.

"As you pointed out already, Papa, I'm almost 30; I've grown up."

"Sure, you have a place of your own and a great career, but what about a family? When are you going to settle down?" Rachel groaned at yet another lecture about settling down. Being extremely close to both of her fathers had its advantages; it also had its disadvantages. It always seemed that Hiram and Leroy Berry were losing some of their discretion, while simultaneously becoming more nosey. Despite that, Rachel knew that the men had her best interest at heart. She knew that Hiram, the more serious of the two, wanted her to find someone who was supportive; someone capable of taking care of Rachel, even if she didn't need it. And Leroy only wanted her to find true love; the mushy kind that only really happens in the movies. "It's not like I'm not putting myself out there, you know. I do have a boyfriend."

"Ah yes, how is Darin?"

The clearly disappointed tone coming from her Papa, was less than encouraging. It didn't help that Rachel knew that he knew her boyfriend's name. "His name is Derrick." Rachel rolled her eyes at the men. They had met Derrick a couple times, though they have yet to spend any real time with him. The short times that they had spent with him seemed to be all they needed to for a negative opinion. "We have been dating for three months, Papa."

"Derrick. That's right." Hiram sipped from his wine, smirking into his glass. Rachel knew what he was up to. "How is he?"

Rachel smile, choosing not to engage her father in the way he would like. "He's good. He's working today, though. That's why he couldn't join us for lunch."

Leroy raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that why he couldn't join us last time? He works an awful lot, Peanut."

"He has responsibilities, Daddy." Rachel delicately placed her sandwich on the plate in front of her and wiped at the corners of her mouth. "Didn't you say that you didn't like Casey because he didn't have a job?"

"That boy was a walking disaster." Hiram added.

Rachel thought back to the short time that she was with Casey. It was true that he didn't have a job but there were ways that he made up for it; he was an excellent cook and an even better kisser. Rachel was always able to look past him being a jobless mooch, because of how sweet he was to her; until he asked her to pay some of his bills. But until then, he was a really sweet guy. "He wasn't that bad."

"What about Joe?"

Rachel shook her head; she knew what they were doing. They were trying to get her to admit that Derrick was a less than stellar boyfriend, which may be true, but that was definitely not a conversation to have with your dads. Bringing up Joe was a nice way to do that because Rachel knew how toxic he was. Joe was just plain rude. He had no regard for people's feelings, least of all, Rachel's. The month they spent together was a month too long, in Rachel's opinion. "Can we not talk about Joe?"

"All I'm saying is that you don't have the best track record lately. Be careful with Darin."

She placed her napkin on the table and gritted her teeth slightly. "Derrick," she corrected again, desperately trying not to let them get to her. The nature of her and her father's relationship brought these moments, Rachel knew that; that doesn't mean she like them.

"Sorry. Derrick."

Leroy could sense the playful nature of their questioning had turned and he didn't want that for this lunch today. If Derrick was as bad as he and Hiram suspected, their relationship would peter out on its own. All they could hope for was that Rachel's hurt would be minimized. "Okay, how about a subject change?" Leroy smiled at his husband and turned his attention to Rachel. "How is the show going, any Tony buzz yet?"

"It's been going wonderfully. And you know I won't know anything about the Tony's until April."

Her menacing and playful smile told Leroy that he had done the right thing by changing the subject. "It'll happen. This is your year; I can feel it, Peanut."

"I hope so." She said, sipping from her wine glass.

With the mood at the table now shifted, Hiram found himself lightening up as well. He still felt as if Derrick was wrong for his daughter, but he had to let her figure that out on her own. "Are you going to have a party?"

"I think so. I am probably going to get reservations at that place on 5th. They have a dance floor."

Leroy lifted an eyebrow as he scooted his empty plate away from him. "You do enjoy dancing."

"I only get to turn 30 once. I figure that it's going to happen either way, I may as well dance my way through it." She shrugged and took the last bite of her sandwich.

"That's a good way to get through it. I remember when your daddy turned 30." Hiram chuckled slightly while Leroy's face turned red. The freak out that happened all those years ago was always a fun story to tell; more so for Hiram than for Leroy. "He freaked out and told…" Hiram trailed off when Rachel's phone began beeping. "Do you need to take that?"

She lifted her phone into view, a smile crossing her features. She knew by the assigned ringtone that it was a text from Derrick. "It's just a text." She unlocked her phone and tapped the screen, bringing the as yet unread message into view.

This isn't working out. I think we should see other people. Sorry

Hiram watched as Rachel read the message, her smile fading quickly. "Pumpkin? What is it?"

"Nothing." Rachel fought to hold back the tears as she typed put her phone away. She didn't even know how to respond to that message.

"What did it say?" Hiram persisted, easily noticing the tears welling up in Rachel's eyes while she shook her head. As persistent as ever, he asked again.

Rachel stood from the table abruptly and putting on her jacket and collecting her purse before turning to her fathers. "He said he wants to break up, okay. Are you happy now?"

"Over a text?" Leroy asked, somewhat shocked that this was all happening right now. He knew he didn't like that guy. "Oh Hiram, this is unacceptable."

"Daddy, please. I-I need to go." Rachel wiped her eyes and hastily kissed each of the men on the cheek, her need to get out of the restaurant overriding her usual need to be nice.

Hiram forced a smile for her as he began to walk away from the table. "Of course. Call us later."

"Leroy, why do these things happen to her?"

He sipped from his wine and sighed, wishing he hadn't predicted this outcome. "She has terrible luck with men."

"I know."

"I want grandkids."

Hiram set his glass down and looked at Leroy indignantly. He should have known. "Is that all you ever think about?"

"Maybe. It's not like she is getting younger and if she keeps wasting her time with these duds." Leroy watched on as Hiram's stoic features began showing signs of a conspiratorial smile. "What if… no we couldn't." He shook his head, knowing that what he was thinking was wrong. Very wrong.

"What?" Hiram leaned in closer, his curiosity taking him over. He wanted to know why his husband was wearing that look. He knew he was prone to wild ideas; Hiram knew from experience that it was always better to be in on his schemes. "What if, what?"

Leroy shook his head, hoping it would talk him out of the part wicked and part genius idea that had invaded him. "We can't"

"Leroy, just tell me."

He gave in and leaned closer, meeting Hiram in the center of the table. He kept his voice low and revealed his plan. "We could find her a boyfriend, nay, a husband, on our own. We place an ad, screen the possible suitors, and then set them up."

Hiram sat up, surprised that Leroy wanted to go this far. He had meddled before, but this was taking it up a notch. "That is crazy. Rachel is a grown woman, we shouldn't meddle."

"Joe, Brad, Casey, and Derick." His fingers ticked up as the names of Rachel's most recent boyfriends rolled off his tongue, Hiram's resolve crumbling with each name said.

"What should it say?" He conceded.

Leroy clapped in his chair, happy that he may soon be planning a wedding –and getting grandkids. "She is going to be so happy."

Loving Fathers Seeking True Love for Their Daughter

29 year old single, passionate, ambitious, attractive, talented, bubbly, determined, enthusiastic, resourceful, brunette, singer with two loving fathers is ready to settle down with a man who can show her what she has been missing.

The ideal candidate must be physically fit, but not a gym rat. Self-sufficient, but not withdrawn. Intelligent, but not a know-it-all. Hardworking, but not a work-a-holic. Loving, but not clingy.

If you have long hair, mental illness, weird fetishes, extra nipples, excessive tattoos or body odor, our daughter is not for you.

Only those who are monogamous, trustworthy, and family oriented need apply.

Jewish faith and/or heritage preferable.

A/N- Katie is modeled after my own daughter, who is now 6. Just about everything Katie says in this, I have heard my daughter say in some form. You will see more of her. In general, I'd love to hear if you enjoyed the first chapter. Much love.