Disclaimer: I do not own a single ounce of Glee.

Author's Note: This is my first fan fiction for Glee. I just thought I could write something and submit it to this site, for once. I hope it's not too crazy. This will be a Sory fic. It'll just take a bit of time to get there. Even then, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Rory grew up never knowing who his father was, only being raised by his mother, in Ireland. But on his mother's funeral, he comes to learn that he has—wait, two fathers? Rory learns about the life his mother hid from him, and his whole world is turned upside down.

Prologue: Hummel's Story

"I knew it. There was just something wrong with that woman. I just knew it!" The tall brunet grumbled under his breath as he paced around, back and forth, in front of his step-brother, his brother-in-law and his wife. Hushed curses slipped from the man's lips, earning the saddest glances from the people who sat around him.

"Finn, sit down. Please. You're stressing Kurt and Blaine. A-And me, for that matter," the petite brunette woman, Finn's wife Rachel, said in attempt to calm her husband's rage. Finn briefly shot Rachel an intense look, but his brown eyes soften as Rachel's words register in his mind. He looks over at his brother and brother-in-law, an apologetic look washing over his own face.

Kurt sat down on the arm of the couch, his mind nearly absent and his face showing deep sadness and pain—even though the smaller brunet tried to keep his tears back. His husband, Blaine, stood by him, a hand laid and squeezing onto Kurt's slightly shaking shoulder.

"I'm sorry," Finn mumbled, sitting himself on the free space on the couch opposite of Blaine and Kurt's, next to Rachel. "I didn't mean to do that. I just—I never expected this to happen, Kurt, I—,"

"Nobody expected this to happen," Blaine interjected, making both Finn and Rachel's eyes raise to look at the raven-haired male. "She had us completely fooled. Just—just drop it. Please."

Finn brows furrowed, lips parting to speak, but Rachel cut in before he was even able to get a word out. Luckily for him, Rachel spoke intending to attack the subject in hand—a serious issue that cannot be easily ignored. "We can't drop it, Blaine! This is horrible! That woman is cruel! You welcomed her into your home, befriended her, treated her like family and everything—and then she has the nerve to do this! She—she doesn't have the right to do this to you! It's inexcusable and just absurd, you can't just expect either of us to drop it like—,"

"Please! Rachel!" Kurt finally spoke, silencing his sister-in-law. His eyes, puffy, red and moist, lifted to look at everyone in the same room as him. His brother Finn, his sister-in-law Rachel and his husband Blaine. Kurt breathes in shakily. "Nothing could have prepared us for this. Just—neither me or Blaine knew that this is what she would do to us."

With a nod, Kurt continued; "I trusted her—we trusted her. Rachel, I know you're angry and upset, and—,"

"Yeah, I'm angry. I'm upset." Rachel says, tears forming in her eyes. "I'm the one who introduced her to you. I thought that we can trust her, okay? She was new around town, she needed the money and—and—it's practically my fault, Kurt. It's my fault you had to go through something like this—,"

"It's not your fault!" Kurt cuts in. "It's not your fault. It's mine. She misunderstood my—our kindness. And I guess that broke her heart, and that drove her to do this."

For a moment, the room fell into a deep silence. All four people bore their eyes into the carpeted flooring. Kurt's shaky sigh was what broke the silence, Blaine squeezing his husband's shoulder to comfort him.

"I just hope she's taking good care of Damian."

"Mammy?" The small, pale-skinned brunet, a boy about six years old, called with his little voice as he gently and shyly tugs on the skirt of his mother's dress. The red headed woman turned her gaze to her son, a bright smile on her face. The little boy stood close to his mother, looking up at her with slightly widened, nervous eyes.

"Why're ye lookin' at me like that, me boy? Did ye break one of yer nan's pots?" She asked with a soft giggle. The boy shook his head and his mother nods. "Ye want anything, my little angel?"

"Mammy, nan is asleep now. Can I go play out in the field?" The boy asked carefully, not wanting his mother to scold him—which is a very strange thing, since the woman never liked treating her son in that way. The red headed woman looked her son over, humming thoughtfully—considering it. She let out a small bust of laughter once her son gave her his cute little pout.

"Of course ye can, me boy. Ye deserve to play—just don't go far, okay? Don't be out too long, either. Mammy will be starting on supper soon and she'll need her little angel's help." She said, bending down and pressing a light kiss on top of her son's nose. The boy smiled brightly, a smile that mirrored his mother's.

"Okay, mammy," he said sweetly, standing on the tip of his toes to press a small kiss on his mother's pale, freckled cheek before he's running out of his grand mother's farm house and into the vast field behind it.

Oh, how he loved visiting his grand mother's home. She owned a farm—well, technically, it was his late grand father's—and the boy just liked playing around the field. He liked helping with harvesting crops and tending the animals that were either scattered around the field or in the barn. When his cousins happen to be over as well, he would run around with them, out in this field. But now, alone and without a single chore given to him, he took time to just play with what nature provided him with. He ran around, followed birds as the crossed and the ladybug that he spotted once he laid down on the grass. After a while, he grew tired of watching the insect and just laid on his back, looking up at the clear blue sky, watching as clouds passed by.

Even as young as he is, the boy enjoyed this kind of life. Peaceful and quiet, by nature's side and by family's side. As happy as he is, the young boy just couldn't help but be intrigued of what kind of life lies in store, outside of this life he's in. He and his mother don't actually live in the countryside—he doesn't actually live in a farm, but he doesn't live in the city, either. And he doesn't mean the city. He means—how's the world like?

The boy is curious. Maybe because the things that people tell him make him curious. There's a lot of things in his life that he's curious about. Mainly, he's curious about his family. What else doesn't he know about his warm and loving family, about the Flanagan clan? What was his mother like before she had him? For that matter, who was his dad? As far as he remembered, there never was a man he could call his father in the six years of his life. At that, the boy pouted.

Can he ask his mother about it? Can a little boy ask his mother about his absent father? All the boys in his school all had a father to play sports with, had someone to teach them things to prepare them for the responsibility that lay ahead in their lives and whatnot. Why didn't he have someone for that? Why does he only have a mom? Not that he didn't love her or anything like that—I love my mammy so much!—it's just that his curiosity is nagging at him, in a way. In a family, there's a mommy, a daddy and a baby. He has a mommy, and his mommy has a baby—where's his daddy, then?

For an hour, the young boy contemplated on this, nearly drifting into the land of dreams as he reflected, but was grabbed into consciousness by the sound of his mother's voice—calling for him.

"Rory, me boy! Time to help mammy prepare supper!" His mother called. The boy, Rory, sat up and yawned, looking up at the sky. It's actually getting a little dark. When Rory drops his eyes a little, he's able to catch sight of the sunset. Had he really been out that long? Had he really been that deep in his thoughts?

"Rory!" His mother called again and Rory slowly, but surely, got on his feet.

"I'm coming, mammy!" He called out as he ran back to the house.

End of Prologue

Author's Note: I don't have a beta, so please forgive me if I made any mistakes—which, I assume, would be a lot. The next chapter is Sam's story. Guess who his parents will be! Anyway, please drop a review.