Hi all, so this is my first Glee fic. Hopefully you'll like it! It's a little different from what I usually write (Harry Potter, OTH, the occasional unpublished Criminal Minds) but for a while now I've been dying to get into the world of Glee fanfiction so here I am! No mistakes about it, this one will be a helluva ride and angsty to the ninth degree. WOO. Anyways, don't own Glee, enjoy :) Chapter title belongs to Travis!
Lights Will Guide You Home
Chapter One: Flowers in the Window
Sam almost skipped his way down the familiar road to the Hudson house. He always felt better when going to his best friends house, it was just natural. He could be himself with no questions asked, and rant and rave about whatever had put a bee in his bonnet that week. Generally though, Sam was rather laid-back, and so his rants were usually limited to trivial matters such as repeats of Star Trek and the new Spider-Man movie. Yes, another one. Sam thought it was quite taking away from the masterpiece that was the last modern one, but no matter.
He always had to digress on that matter.
Shaking his head, Sam returned to the present world and looked up at the grand house that belonged to his friends. Granted, it was mostly due to Rachel and all her hard work in making it to Broadway and featuring on the soundtrack of some movies, but Finn deserved it just as much. He was a remarkably good teacher and coach for high school students; not unlike their own former teacher Mr. Schue. Sam frowned; it had been a long time since had had spoken to or thought of his old mentor.
Once again clearing his thoughts, Sam rooted around in his pocket for a moment before he found the key to their house. They often didn't hear the bell, and he was family enough to have a copy of the key.
"Finn! Rachel!" He called out, wondering where they were. He had told them he was coming over - he always did every second Friday. Sam glanced around, all the while considering the fact that they couldn't have forgotten. After all, he was pretty sure it was the highlight of their week.
"Saammyy!" A little voice sounded out, and charged at him at full speed. He barely had time to ready himself for the eventual collision.
Little Brooke Hudson clung to his leg tightly, wearing only her vest and underwear. He laughed as she was clearly causing trouble again. "I've missed you!"
"Brooklyn Barbara! Get back here young lady.." He heard Rachel demand, now coming into his line of vision as she ran down the stairs. The girl in question swiftly released her hold on his leg and made a bee-line for the sitting room. He sent an exhausted looking Rachel a sympathetic, but amused, grin.
"She giving you a hard time?"
She blew an errant hair out of her face, "You have no idea. I have no idea where she gets this from - this streak of rebellion! God knows neither of her parents were. Her father is currently hiding somewhere so he doesn't have to deal with her - coward. She's only four, but I'm telling you Sam, she's some wild card. Of course, this could have all been avoided had I just denied her those packet of sour jellies after dinner.. Goodness knows she's always wired after them and -"
"Rachel, I get it.. Let me help you. She listens to me," He flashed her a giant smile at that, and went to get the girl. "Brooke? Brooke come on, I'll tell you a story if you promise to get ready for bed with your Mom."
A small head poked out from behind the couch, eyebrows raised in interest and curiosity written on her face. Her slender and upturned nose - not unlike Finn's - was scrunched up, partially hiding the scatter of freckles that ran across her nose and cheeks. She had large, deep brown eyes and lips that were identical to her mothers. Brown eyes that held a mischievous and curious sparkle that Sam always found a sign on how happy the child was - and intelligent, too.
"The one with Chowbaccy?" She questioned, narrowing her eyes. She was not to be deceived. Not this time.
He winced slightly, "Chewbacca, Brookie Cookie. And yes, now come on." Following the promise, Brooke happily complied and ran out to her awaiting mother. Rachel rolled her eyes at Sam and childishly began to stick her tongue out before realising just how childish it was, and laughed instead.
"Let's go find your Daddy, ladybug. I believe he was searching for the monster under your bed when we left him."
She held her hands up to her mouth in horror, her eyes widening, "I hoped he didn't get eatened!" Tears looked likely, and so Rachel rushed to respond.
"Don't be silly, Daddy always wins the bad guys."
Brooke, comforted by this and seeing no fault in her mothers words, smiled happily and went with her Mom and godfather to find her Daddy.
The television filled the silence nicely as the two men relaxed after a hard days work, in addition to getting into the weekend mode of chilling. That was mostly on Sam's part though, as he actually got time to chill, whereas Finn's days were filled with his daughter and wife - which he loved. Sam could understand that though, sometimes he wished he was married off with kids, but other times, he remembered why he wasn't. Despite that, he had a girlfriend with whom he was engaged - but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to say the word 'fiance', and furthermore, he couldn't seem to think about setting dates yet. Accepting her proposal may not have been the wisest decision he had ever made, but it wasn't like he regretted it.
Yes, she had proposed - Finn had great fun exclaiming about how she wore the trousers. Sam had always had a weak spot for those feminists; it was his masochistic side, he liked to think.
He was joking, of course. Who didn't love a strong and confident woman?
"Sometimes I think we've been too easy on Brooke." Finn broke the comfortable silence, not sparing a look at his friend, but instead keeping his eyes on the screen.
Sam's eyes flickered to him, but went back to the television before replying, "You've been loving and supportive of your child while setting boundaries. Don't ever think that you and Rachel aren't great parents."
The conversation was bordering on unmanly, emotional territory and so both men then coughed, "Catch the game the other night?" Finn asked.
He groaned, "No, but I heard it was great. Dina insisted we go out for dinner as an anniversary thing.."
Finn choked on his beer, and promptly began laughing hard, "You're not even together a year to have an anniversary. Seriously dude, why are you marrying this chick?"
He shot his friend an irritated glance, "Rachel celebrated every moment. Wasn't there a picnic in the park for the first time you held hands in public? Not to mention month-a-versaries." That settled the argument and they fell back into silence, Sam feeling rather satisfied.
"Our anniversary is Sunday actually," Finn announced, "Taking her to this French restaurant and hopefully back for a night of the Finnster."
"Dude, the 'Finnster' wasn't cool in college, and it still isn't cool now. I hope you don't tell your students to call you that… Anyway, I wouldn't mind babysitting Brooke if you need me to?"
He shook his head, choosing to ignore the first comment, "Thanks, but Quinn already offered. Don't look so disappointed, I'd be more than happy to let you take her another weekend!"
Rachel chose that moment to enter the room, chuckling at her husband, "He's lying. He spends the entire time worrying about her when she's not there - I got over that once it become one night out a month."
"Well, any time you need me guys, I'm available," He offered, giving them both supportive smiles. Rachel then excused herself to go over to her friends, having made a previous arrangement with Finn so that they both got nights out with her respective friends once every two weeks. It was usually Quinn she stayed with, but sometimes a friend from stage. Finn always asked Sam around as he was his best friend, even though he made some good friends among the faculty at his school.
He and Sam's friendship blossomed following them both enrolling in Ohio State University. They did different courses, but being the only people on campus that each other knew, they hung out together on nights out and quickly became great friends. Soon after graduating, the two of them escaped Ohio to New York, and hadn't looked back since.
Sam turned to Finn, "It's great how both Rachel and Brooke prefer me to you…" A handful of chips was promptly thrown at him and both men laughed heartily, knowing that both of Finn's girls adored him.
Well, that's it for now folks! No worries, generally I write quite long chapters! This'll be a Rachel/Finn, Quinn/Sam, and some Kurt fic. I've a few chapters done already, so I may roll out the next chapter later today.
Reviews are loved :)
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