I have no idea where this story came from. I was bored in class the other day and instead of taking notes I started writing. It's a future-fic and a two or three shot. Kinda cheesy, but who doesn't love cheese?

We'll be Writing Fairytales

"Do you see her?" The young boy asked excitedly.

The young girl pouted, "No! Too many big people! I can't see!"

The handmade welcome home signs were stretched into the air as far as their little arms could raise them.

"Daddy!" Nickolas exclaimed, "lift us up!"

"Please?" Adelyn added.

He chuckled, "you two are way too impatient. It takes a while to unload everything and everybody from an airplane. Besides," he bounced the one year old in his arms; earning a giggle in response. "I've got my hands full with Jackson. Just keep looking, and look for Mercedes and Kurt, too." It was nearly an understatement; saying he had his hands full with Jackson. At fourteen months, the tot had picked up the concept from walking to running. Three nights ago, Puck was woken from his sleep by the sounds coming through the baby monitor. When he went to investigate, he caught Jackson trying to climb out of his crib.

And what did his wife do when he told her over the phone the next morning? She laughed and said 'like father, like son.' Well, that was after she had told him they were going to do another round around the house and make sure everything was toddler proof.

"Yay! Aunt Mercedes!" Nickolas exclaimed.

Adelyn jumped excitedly, "I can't wait to see Uncle Kurt! But I can't wait to see mommy even more!"

"I miss mommy more than you miss mommy!"

"No you don't!"

"Yes I do!"

Nickolas Aaron and Adelyn Grace were a handful to say the least. At five, the two were a perfect combination of their parents. While they certainly had been a surprise for Rachel and Puck (having twins at nineteen was just not supposed to happen to Rachel Berry), the twins were one of their greatest accomplishments as a couple.

The night Puck walked in on Rachel standing in the bathroom holding three positive pregnancy tests and silent tears streaming down her eyes; he'd held her and told her it would be ok. When they were born three weeks early but perfectly healthy, and he cradled them in his arms, he couldn't explain his emotions. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. Like the Bengals finally winning the Super Bowl, you think you know how excited you'll be...but it's a completely mind blowing experience when it actually happens.

Adelyn was older by five minutes and never let her brother hear the end of it; she had her mother's attitude and charisma. Her long brown hair was curled at the ends and pulled halfway up with a pink ribbon securing it (Aunt Natalie was the best at hair). She wore a pretty pink skirt, a purple shirt, white tights and gray cowboy boots that were covered in pale purple stars that she had begged her grandmother for.

Nickolas was just like his father, his dark and wavy hair was long enough to half way cover his ears. He had his father's devious personality but absolutely loved playing the piano with his mother and video games with his father. While he was five minutes younger than Adelyn, he was two inches taller and had lost his two front teeth before her. He was all about motorcycles at the moment (much to his mother's horror) and only wanted to wear shirts that had motorcycles on them. He had a blue one on today, a pair of denim shorts and his new green high tops that his grandmother had bought him.

Their father smirked; they were two very stubborn and talkative kids, they had been like this since the day they learned how to talk. "Hey who knows, maybe Jack missed mommy the most."

"He's only one!" Nickolas argued.

"Yeah," Addie agreed, her arms now crossed and her diva stance in full show. She was way too much like her mother that it scared him sometimes. "Me and Nicky are five!" She held her hand out, the five little fingers emphasizing her point.

"Don't call me Nicky!" Nickolas argued, his eyes narrowing as he glared at his twin sister.

"Ok, ok," Puck interrupted again. For the past two weeks he had been doing this by himself; being the good cop and the bad cop so to speak. How Rachel had done it for the past five years he would never know. "Let's just agree that we all miss mommy, ok?"

Nickolas looked at his sister, "daddy is grumpy."

Addie nodded and in a matter of fact tone she responded, "Uncle Mike says it's 'cause he misses Mommy's kisses."

"Ewww!" Nickolas exclaimed.

Puck smirked at the incredulous look that flashed over the old lady's face that stood next to him. He was never one to shy away from the truth, especially when that truth concerned his sex life with his wife. He was convinced he had turned her into some crazy sex addict; she could hardly ever keep her hands to herself. It's no wonder they were 24 and had already gone through two pregnancies.

Mercedes Jones rolled her eyes as she claimed her baggage, "that's not paparazzi, is it?"

Kurt Hummel removed his designer sunglasses and followed her gaze, "unfortunately, no. It's just Jacob Ben-Israel."

"I thought he was working for TMZ now?"

"He's probably had too many restraining orders put out on him," Rachel half joked. But in all seriousness, she had once contemplated putting a restraining order out on him.

"But really, this is Lima Allen County Airport," Kurt huffed. "We had more pictures of us snapped during our layover in Dayton."

"But let's be real," Mercedes grinned, "we are the best to come out of Lima in quite sometimes."

Rachel smiled, "while this is true, there's still no reason for anybody to be stalking us through the airport." It was a good thing her sunglasses were covering her eyes, the last thing she wanted was another magazine printing a picture of her glaring rudely at some photographer. She was always nice to the paparazzi unless they were invading her personal life.

"Yes diva, but you're a Tony Award winning actress," Mercedes reminded.

"And you're a Grammy Award winning singer," Rachel just as quickly reminded her. Her playful smile turned into a frown and she pressed the tips of her fingers to her mouth. After a moment, she waved off Kurt and Mercedes' worried looks, "I'm fine."

"And I'm straight," Kurt piped.

Mercedes shook her head, "you're looking a little green, honey. Pit stop to the ladies' room?"

Rachel shook her head, "no, I just wanna see my babies." She winced at her choice of word.

"Well hopefully it's just one this time, I don't think any of us can handle another set of twins."

"Kurt! You two are the only ones that know."

"I still don't know why you didn't call white boy last week when you found out," Mercedes shook her head, "if I kept something like that from Sam, I don't even wanna know how he would react."

"And if I kept something like that from Blaine, well he would just wonder how." Kurt joked.

Rachel smiled, her free hand slipping over the loose blouse she was wearing. She wasn't showing, but she could feel the firmness of her abdomen. "I just love seeing his face," she smiled, "it makes it so much more amazing, you know?"

"Not really, but we'll pretend we do."

"Mommy!"

Before Rachel would register what was happening, there was a flurry of squeals as two bundles of energy and excitement attacked her legs.

"Whoa, hey guys!" She laughed and Puck's smile grew; oh how he had missed that laugh. "You guys are going to have to loosen your grip around my legs if you want hugs and kisses." Their little arms relented and the minute she was at eye-level with them, their arms were back around her; almost grasping on for dear life. She smiled, kissing each of them on the nose, "Oh I missed you two so much!"

"We missed you too!" their voices chorused.

"Hey," Puck mused after giving the twins a few minutes to reunite with their mother, "what about us?" Rachel looked up at him, a giddy grin on her face, unshed tears shining in her eyes. "We missed you, too." He grinned and ruffled Jackson's curly hair, "ain't that right, buddy?"

Jackson pulled his chubby fingers from his mouth and reached his hand out, "Mama!"

Once the twins released their tight hold on her, Rachel stood back up and pulled Jackson into her arms. She kissed his head, whispered an 'I missed you Baby Jay' and adjusted him on her waist. She wrapped her other arm around Puck's neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

"Eww!" The twins exclaimed once again, their Uncle Kurt chiming in, too.

Nickolas looked up at his Aunt Mercedes, "Uncle Mike said daddy missed mommy's kisses and that's why he's been grumpy."

"Oh my God," Rachel whispered, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment. She pulled back, "I thought you told Michael to stop making comments like that around the kids?" Despite the embarrassment, she couldn't help but laugh along with the rest of the adults.

Puck shrugged, "it's Tina's job to keep him in line, not mine." His slipped his arm around Rachel's waist when she situated herself at his side. He kissed her forehead, "but it's true, I did miss your kisses."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "not to be a party pooper or anything, but can we maybe take this little reunion someplace else? I'm really starting to hate airports."

Mercedes nodded, "Sam's flight comes doesn't come in until tonight and I'd like to at least get a few hours of sleep in before I have to be back here again." Sam Evans and Mercedes Jones had been together for nearly three years now; and while it was a struggle at times, their long distance relationship continued to thrive. He was in L.A. finishing up his master's and she was in New York, recording her third album.

Kurt had just finished up another fashion show when Rachel called and told him she would be in New York for two weeks working on a press junket and different projects for one of her past Broadway shows. Mercedes and Kurt had shared an apartment in Manhattan for the past six months. Kurt loved fashion, but apart of him wanted to try his hand in theater. It was a cramped apartment, but big enough that Mercedes could have Sam over and Kurt could have Blaine over and the four could easily stay out of each others' way.

Rachel and Puck split their time between their three bedroom condo in New York City and their modest four bedroom, three bathroom Victorian home in Lima. It had been a fixer-up when they first looked at it and Puck had been hesitant to purchase it; worrying they wouldn't have enough time and effort to put into the remodel. But the minute Rachel told him he could make the full basement his 'man cave', he threw down the winning offer on the house.

They hardly ever went such a long time without being together; besides disrupting the kids' routines, it was hard for them as well. Puck, Rachel and the kids flew into Lima two weeks ago for his sister's high school graduation when Rachel had gotten the call back from her agent that she had to get back to New York City. So an hour after Natalie's graduation, Rachel was heading on a plane right back to the big city. It hadn't been an easy decision, but Puck and Rachel decided he would just stay in Lima with the kids.

It was now mid-June, and every year (no matter where the glee kids were) they made a point to meet up in Lima. It was their own little high school reunion. This was their fifth year and every year was just as exciting as the one before.

Quinn had been accepted to University of Chicago, and like the little puppy he was, Finn followed her to Chicago. The two had now been married for two years and had a little girl, Charlotte Lucille Hudson, who was the same age as Jackson. They were now living in Lima again, Finn had taken over Burt's auto garage and Quinn was a school counselor.

Tina Cohen-Chang and Mike Chang had surprised everybody the day after graduation when they eloped and decided to defer their respective colleges for a year (Tina, USC and Mike, Stanford). They spent the year traveling the United States, and now after both graduating last year, they traveled Europe before settling in Columbus. They had a four month old son named Jasper Thomas Chang. It had been a long debate; Cohen-Chang-Chang, Cohen-Chang, Chang-Chang? They had decided on just simply Chang. No need to confuse the poor boy. And everybody had assumed they'd be the first one to pop out a baby; not Rachel and Puck.

Brittany and Artie moved to Boston; Artie had received a full ride to M.I.T. A shock to several people in Lima, they all knew he was smart; but they didn't realize he was practically a freaking genius. Brittany skipped out on college and started teaching dance at a small studio in Boston. She now owned that small dance studio.

Santana Lopez had disappeared immediately after graduation. Nobody heard from her for a year and a half before she showed up back in Lima one day with a little boy in her arms. She had moved to Miami, partied a whole year away and wound up pregnant. Max Lopez was now almost five and the apple of his mother's eye. With the help of her parents, along with Rachel and Puck, she had gotten her act together and managed to graduate from Ohio State's Lima Campus with a degree in journalism.

The reunion had continued at Puck's childhood home. Kurt left to meet up with Blaine who had arrived from Los Angeles the day before. Mercedes had also split with the group, promising she would call them sometime tomorrow after she 'caught up' with Sam. Puck's words, not Mercedes'.

If Rachel hadn't been tired before, she was now. Nickolas and Adelyn would not let their mother out of their sight for fear it was just their imagination playing a cruel trick on them. Jackson had latched onto his mother at the airport and started crying hysterically when she had to let him go to put him in his car seat. He cried the whole way back home until he was contently back in his mother's arms.

Rachel had felt guilty two weeks ago when she went back to New York; she cried every night after she ended their good-night phone call and made a silent promise to herself that she would never again that long without seeing her kids. Ever.

With exception of Puck's mother who was busy preparing dinner in the next room over and Natalie who was at some party, every member of the Puckerman family was gathered in the living room. Nick and Adelyn were sitting on the floor in front of the television playing Mario Kart, constantly going back and forth between arguing and giggling. Rachel sat contently on the couch behind them, her back against Noah and her baby napping in her arms. The one year old was in nothing but a white Gerber onesie, all his father's doing after changing his diaper upon coming home. Jackson hated clothes, if the tot was allowed, he would run around in nothing but a diaper.

Despite her best efforts, her eyes were starting to droop. Puck noticed and pulled her closer to him, he kissed her forehead and whispered against her skin, "sleep, you look exhausted, babe."

"But I wanna talk," she insisted.

"Later," he whispered.

So yeah, that's that...they're will be another chapter. Maybe a third, all depending really on the response I get. :)