A/N: I don't own Glee nor the characters within. Okay, seriously, I'm starting to doubt my sanity. Originally this was going to be a Scrap, but then it exploded on me, and honestly, it's way too big to just limit to a one-shot. And no, I have no idea where I get my ideas, and yes, my ideas are getting weirder and weirder. Also, this is barely betaed, and I wrote it pretty much in one sitting in a 'write what comes to mind and don't worry about editing it too much' flow. Who knows how this'll go over?

"Good morning, honey," Jonathon greeted his daughter as she passed him on her way to the refrigerator.

"Good morning, Dad," Rachel offered pleasantly, throwing him a smile over her shoulder as she rummaged through the various bags of frozen fruit that took up most of the freezer. "How are you?"

Folding and setting his newspaper down, Jonathon watched as his daughter quickly and efficiently prepared her morning fruit and protein powder smoothie. Waiting until she slid into the chair next to him at the breakfast bar, he smiled at her and responded calmly, "I'm doing very well, thank you. But you, honey." He leaned forward, eyes starting to twinkle behind his glasses. "How are you doing?"

Rachel sipped her smoothie. "I'm sorry," she set the glass down, giving her father a curious expression, "But is there something I'm forgetting about today?"

Her dad gave her a mock insulted look. "Don't you remember what day it is?"

"Dad." Almost rolling her eyes, Rachel smoothly segued the move into an affectionate smile, "If I remembered, I wouldn't have forgotten."

"That's true." Moving his shoulders up and down in a playful shrug, Jonathon sat back in his chair. "Well, when your daddy gets back, we'll be happy to explain to you what you are not remembering."

Eying him suspiciously, Rachel finished her smoothie, stood up to fill it with water at the sink, then walked back over to give him a soft kiss on the forehead. "Okay, Dad. I'll start my normal workout routine then, and come back down."

"Great! He should be back by then," Jonathon smiled and waved her off. Picking up his newspaper again, he started aimlessly humming to himself.

Twenty minutes later, when Cory walked into the kitchen, Jonathon immediately knew something was wrong. "Honey?" he hopped off the chair, hurrying over to him, "How did it go?"

Cory rubbed the back of his head, avoiding meeting his husband's gaze. "Well…" he trailed off, "We might have a problem."

"Oh no!" Jonathon gasped, reaching up to tug the other man's arm down to get him to look at him, "What happened? Did the Lopezes change their mind? Because we really can't – "

"No, no," Cory cut him off, moving his hands to cup his shoulders, "They didn't change their minds. The plan just… Mutated. A little." Seeing a raised eyebrow, he sighed, relenting, "Okay, a lot."

Jonathon glared at him, putting his hands on his hips. "Cory, if you do not start explaining yourself right this instant…" He didn't need to finish the threat.

"Alright! Fine!" Heading over to the seat Jonathon had just vacated, Cory sat down and started running a nervous hand through his hair. Seeing that he was still standing where he had left him, Cory motioned for Jonathon to join him. Waiting until he sat down, he pulled his hands into his own. Then, staring in the general area of the bridge of his husband's nose, he began speaking in a slow, tempered tone, "Hun, Miguel Lopez ran off and got eloped last week."

"No!"

"Yes." Cory shook his head, "And they're already expecting a baby – hence the elopement, and you know, we could work with that – "

"Damn right," Jonathon muttered.

Cory dropped one of hands to put his finger to Jonathon's lips. "Dear, let me finish," he smiled affectionately, the expression smoothing away some of the lines that had been on his face since he'd left the Lopez household.

Chastised, Jonathon nodded, and Cory took his finger back. "Okay, yes, we could work with that, but Jon… They're really in love."

"Ahh, love." Looking down, Jonathon shrugged slightly. Then, looking up, he asked almost desperately, "Isn't there Cesár – ?"

"Who's only thirteen," Cory supplied, as if he'd already expected the question. Seeing his husband's expression, he nodded, "Yes, that wouldn't be fair to either of them."

Jonathon sighed, then got off his chair. Moving over, he turned around, and with his help, he settled into Cory's lap. Leaning back into him, he managed to crack a smile when strong arms settled around his waist and Cory set his chin down next to his cheek. "So…" he asked quietly, "What are we going to do?"

Cory drew in a deep breath, squeezing Jonathon tightly as he did so. "Well… Remember how I told you the plan mutated?"

"Yes…?"

"Well." Cory cleared his throat, mumbling into Jonathon's ear, "The Lopezes have another child."

Jonathon frowned.

"Who's of age."

Jonathon's frown didn't ease.

"Rachel's age, to be exact."

Still nothing.

"Rachel's classmate, even."

"Cor, I'm really not understanding – "

Cory groaned, cutting him off. "Jon, don't make me say it. Think. A Lopez child. Rachel's age, goes to Rachel's school. And no, it's not someone you've never heard of."

Jonathon huffed, turning his head to glare at his husband as best as he could. "Why wouldn't you want to say who – " He blinked. "Please don't tell me you're talking about Santana Lopez," he hissed almost pleadingly, his hands flying up to wrap around Cory's.

Cory's sigh tickled the back of his neck and blew across his cheek. He nodded into Jonathon's shoulder.

Jonathon stared down at his legs. "And the Lopezes would allow that?"

Cory nodded again.

"But we couldn't do that to Rachel."

"We were going to stick her with Miguel, who I'm pretty sure she's never even met," Cory pointed out, "At least she knows Santana."

"But Santana has done nothing but torment Rachel her whole life, pretty much!" Jonathon responded angrily, his body going stiff in Cory's embrace.

"I know." Cory sighed again, waiting patiently for his husband to relax, "And we don't even know what Rachel would think about it. I know we raised her with an open and accepting heart, but I've never once seen her give any indication that she might feel more for the females of our species."

"Of course, we were just going to thrust her and Miguel together, which, if you think about it, could be the same way…" Jonathon trailed off, his voice subdued. "Honey?"

Cory shifted so he could hold Jonathon a little bit more comfortably, "Yeah?"

"All these years we've known about this, and, you know, we have to accept it, but have you and I ever, really, thought about Rachel?"

Cory made a small 'mmm' noise, and Jonathon could feel him grip him a little more securely for a second.

"When I was talking to her this morning, she'd even forgotten about it."

"Well, we did stop talking to her about it when she entered high school. She probably assumed that when we didn't put up a fuss about Jesse or Finn or any of the other boys she's dated, that it wasn't happening."

Jonathon nodded. "At this point, I'm not sure if that was a good idea or not. It's really only luck that she's single now, which is good for us, but…"

"I know."

"Should we have told her it was going to be the Lopezes?"

"Why?"

"I don't know…" Sighing, Jonathon rolled his head back, turning a little so he could slip his own arm around Cory's shoulders. "Do you think if the Lopezes had told Santana, she wouldn't have been tormenting Rachel this whole time?"

Cory quirked a small grin. "I can kind of see that being the opposite, truthfully. Though I don't know Santana, I know her parents."

Jonathon let out a small giggle, leaning forward to kiss Cory gently. "So it's Santana?" he asked as he drew away.

Cory slipped his hands down to rest on Jonathon's hip. "It's Santana."

"She single?"

"Maria says she is."

Jonathon closed his eyes and shook his head. "So it's Santana."

"Santana what?" Rachel chirped as she cheerfully entered the kitchen, her hair still damp from her shower. Smiling at the two men, she walked to the other side of the bar. Resting on her elbows, she tilted her head. "Good morning, Daddy. Dad informed me that I was forgetting something about today? I hope I am not, as normally I remember nearly everything. Though I don't have photographic memory, I have added mental exercises to my routine lately to combat the strain schooling has – " the expressions on her fathers' faces told her that she was talking too much again, and she grinned, dropping her head and shaking it, "Okay, I'm sorry. Does hearing you two mention Santana's name have anything to do with what I'm… Not remembering at this time?"

Jonathon and Cory exchanged glances. Dropping his shoulders and reclaiming his arm, Jonathon hopped down from his perch on Cory's lap. Straightening his clothing, he walked around the bar to pull Rachel into a hug; Cory followed a couple of seconds later, sweeping the two smaller members of his family into his arms and turning the hug into a bear hug.

"Dad? Daddy?" Rachel asked, her smile barely slipping as she looked between them with a burgeoning confused look on her face.

Jonathon sucked in a deep breath. "Well, honey, I know I was almost giggling in a very 'unmanly' way earlier," Rachel and Cory smiled at each other, nodding, and Jonathon made a face at them for a couple of seconds before shifting back into his nervous/serious expression, "And though what I have to tell you isn't exactly what I was going to earlier, I'm still…" He tried to smile, but failed, "Sort of… Okay, not so much excited as I was, but there's nothing I can do about it now."

"Okay, that's my cue to butt in." Squeezing his husband's shoulder supportively, Cory waited until Rachel met his gaze. "Rachel… Baby girl… Remember what we told you all the while you were growing up?"

Rachel blinked. "You two told me a lot of valuable things as I grew up, which I'm thankful for." She shifted her weight onto her heels and loosely crossed her arms, "Could you please be a bit more specific…?"

Cory rubbed the back of his neck again. "Honey… The 'the next Friday after your eighteenth birthday you're getting engaged' thing?"

Rachel's face went blank. "Excuse me?"

"Arranged marriage," Jonathon nodded.

His daughter's mouth dropped open, and color started blooming on her cheeks. But before she could erupt, Cory swallowed, deciding to martyr himself. He met the quickly roaring burning of Rachel's eyes, "To Santana Lopez."