Author's Note: Well, here it is. The sequel/follow up to The Time Machine. If you have not read The Time Machine, then I suggest you do, because there are some things that won't make sense if you don't.

This fic takes place four years after Rory has returned home from 2012. It will be somewhere between 5 and 6 parts, but definitely no more than 7. I am calling them parts instead of chapters because it is so short and because I originally planned on posting it in two parts, but there were some good stopping places and well, it turned into this.

Also this title is horrible. But, I've given up. Ha.

I won't say more up here because there are a bunch of things in this first part that I might spoil so longer note at the bottom. Enjoy.

Summary: Four years have passed since Rory first went back in time to save his papa, and now that that is far and well behind them, he must go back for the final weeks of his dad's senior year but not before a few things are revealed and there is another life that might be in need of saving

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Fox does...and RIB

Part One

"Alright, then," the Professor said, "I guess I can let you guys go early with Thanksgiving and all."

Some of the students cheered, others gathered their things and pretty much ran for it as if they expected him to change his mind. For his part, Professor Crawford just grinned at them from the front of the room.

Rory had sat himself towards the back of the classroom that day mostly because he was so tired that he didn't think he'd be able to keep up near the front even though this was probably his favorite class. He slowly started to gather his things, and then he pushed himself out of the chair and started to make his way to the door.

"Hey, Rory, I've been meaning to ask you something."

Rory stopped. "Yeah?" he said and faced the Professor. He was a tall guy with thinning sandy hair and a smile that never seemed to fade. Unlike most professors, he didn't dress very professionally, except for his age he probably could have passed for a student.

"Are you by any chance related to Kurt Hummel?"

This wasn't a new question. Plenty of people asked him if he were related to one or both of his fathers and Rory was almost always hesitant to give an answer, except that Professor Crawford had asked about Kurt Hummel and not Kurt Hummel-Anderson.

"Yes," Rory said, "that's my dad. I mean, he changed his last name when he married my papa, but that's him."

"Yes, yes," Professor Crawford said.

"Did you know him?" Rory asked.

His professor nodded. "I guess you could say we're old friends from NYADA. Will you be heading home for Thanksgiving?"

Rory nodded. He'd been looking forward to it for days. Thanksgiving was not the same as Christmas seeing as they didn't always celebrate it, but Rory hadn't seen either of his dads since the beginning of the school year and he was looking forward to being around them again if only for a few days.

"Yes," he said.

"Wonderful. I guess you could pass along a greeting from Adam."

"Sure," Rory said.

The classroom had emptied out by then, so Rory heaved his bag back up his shoulder.

"See you after break," Professor Crawford said.

"Yup. Have a good Thanksgiving."

Out in the hall there were other students rushing back and forth. It was the last day of classes before Thanksgiving break started and everyone was ready for their last class to end. Rory was glad that his just had. He walked down a flight of stairs and then out of the building that had housed his last class of the day – music theory – and onto the slightly cold streets of New York.

New York had changed very little over the years. There was still a sea of yellow taxis rushing to and fro, and plenty of people walked the streets wrapped up in scarves and coats, with hats pulled down over their ears. The subway still ran though it was a highly updated version that the one Sugar and he had had to suffer back in 2012. It was faster and definitely more effective.

He walked to the nearest station and then down the steps. He used his metro card and went to wait on the platform. Rory couldn't wait to get home.

Half an hour later he was back on the street, wondering if his parents had arrived yet. They had been in LA for the past few months. His dad had gone because he needed a vacation, but his papa was recording music and filming a couple of music videos. Rory would have loved to go with them, and in the summer he had spent a week out in LA, but school was much more important.

The doorman opened the door for him and Rory thanked him. When he got up to his apartment, it was not to find his parents but instead Sugar.

"Hey," he said, "what are you doing here?"

She'd been sitting on the couch, but she stood up when he heard his voice.

"I did something horrible," she said, "and I don't think I can take it back, and you're going to hate me for the rest of our lives. I just know you are and I am so sorry, Rory, I'm so sorry."

Rory walked around the couch. She was crying, her face blotchy and scrunched up and her hands were pressed against her stomach, as if she were trying to hug herself. Rory could do only one thing, he wrapped his arms around her and felt her shaking as she sobbed, her thin arms coming around his waist and clutching him tightly.

"Sugar, love, what's wrong?" He asked after she'd calmed down a little bit.

She mumbled something he didn't catch and then burst into renewed tears. This was how his dads found them and he lifted his head to look at them as they came in smiling wildly. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. Sugar must have heard the door, because she turned her head to look and then groaned.

"Oh, god," she said and buried her face back into Rory's shoulder.

Rory pulled himself back. "You're going to have to tell me sometime," he said, meeting her red rimmed eyes, and kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes and nodded slowly.

"Um, do you want us to go?" his dad asked, "your papa and I could go get a bite to eat or something."

"No, I don't mind. Sugar?"

She let go of Rory and was wiping her cheeks. "No. I'll be right back."

Rory watched her go.

"Do you know what could be wrong?" his dad asked.

"No idea," Rory answered, "I just got home and found her here and she just broke down."

"Well," his papa said, "I think we deserve some hugs."

Rory laughed a little and let his dads pull him into a three-way embrace. He really had missed them even if having an apartment to inhabit on his own had certainly made him very popular at school where everyone else dormed or had to share an apartment way out of the city with a bunch of other people. Rory remembered his dad telling him about their college apartment in Bushwick. Which reminded him.

"Did you know one of my professors went to NYADA with you," he said, "he asked me if I was related to a Kurt Hummel after he dismissed us so I told him yes. He told me to tell you hello from Adam."

"Oh, wow," his dad said, "I always did wonder what had happened to Adam. What does he teach?"

"Music theory," Rory answered.

"I guess he always was good at getting people excited about music. Did you hear that, Blaine, Adam's Rory's teacher."

"Yeah, that's a good fit for him. He led the Adam's Apples well – I still say that's a silly name though."

Sugar returned and looked a little more put together. She put a stop to their conversation.

His dad smiled at her encouragingly and then walked to the kitchen, pulling Blaine along. Rory took a deep breath and then grasped Sugar's hand and took her back to the couch, sitting her as close to him as he dared without letting her distract him and boy was Sugar distracting. Her smell, how her eyes looked up at him from underneath her lashes, how kissable her lips looked.

"Do you, um, remember a month ago," she said, "we went out with Harmony and the girls and afterwards we came back here and…"

"And one thing led to another…"

Sugar nodded and bit her lip. Rory tried to catch her eye, but she was looking pointedly at the coffee table. He was left remembering that night. It had been one of the best nights of Rory's life, and if Rory remembered correctly then it had been one of Sugar's too at least since the night they finally got together.

He and Sugar had started dating about a year earlier. College had opened up his eyes to dating and girls and Rory had finally understood all the advice that his papa had given him about it when in the end, he came to conclusion that as fun as going out with some of those girls and playing into the whole notion of being romantic and hell, kissing was fun, he really didn't connect with them on any kind of deeper level. None of them were serious until Sugar introduced him to Ellie.

Ellie was fantastic. She was the kind of girl that just seemed to get him and Rory just couldn't find himself getting bored of her. Being with her was exciting and surprisingly easy and Rory fell for her hard. But then, Sugar had yet another mishap with the time machine and Rory had been ready to just go after her, something that his dads managed to stop by pointing out that there was only a slim chance he would arrive at the same time as she had. Their relationship had fallen apart after that. Sugar had become Rory's best friend and not having her around distressed him enough that he spent too much of his time staring at a few of her belongings that had somehow wound up at the apartment, then talking about her until Ellie had enough and broke up with him because she was convinced that Rory was in love with Sugar and not her.

When Sugar returned and showed up on his doorstep, Rory knew that Ellie had been right because the very first thing Rory did was kiss her and then he felt even worse when Sugar told him that she'd gone to the past to stop herself from introducing him to Ellie.

"But I guess distance does make the heart grow fonder, uh," she'd added and they were together ever since.

Rory hated that his papa still liked to tell Rory that he had known it was going to happen since before Rory was even born.

"Yes," Sugar said, "that night."

"Okay, what about it?" Rory asked.

She did look at him then, and there was fear and pain written all over her face. "Rory, we didn't use protection." She shook her head and burst into more tears. Sugar buried her face in her hands.

Rory draped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him. He was in shock. Sugar was pregnant. There was a baby growing inside her – a baby that was half Rory. It was a big shock, and it would change everything, but why was she crying?

"Sugar? What else? There's something else isn't there?"

She nodded. Her head was buried in his chest again and Rory just let her sob because he didn't know if he could handle anything else. He didn't let himself imagine the possibilities. Instead he was focused on the idea of a baby.

Sugar calmed down some and she pushed herself off his chest, inching a bit from his grasp. "I had an abortion."

Rory's world spun and then fell flat. He felt like his heart was breaking and he scrambled off the couch. He couldn't look at her, didn't know what he would say if he did look at her.

"I—" he began and then shook his head and ran for the door, opening it so fast and hard that it slammed against the wall before he was off, down the stairs and past the doorman and out onto the street. He heaved in air, but his stomach churned anyway. He threw up leaning against the building and the doorman patted his back and offered up a napkin.

Rory returned to the apartment hours later, entering quietly. His dads were both sitting on the couch.

"Hi," his papa said.

"Hi," he repeated and closed the door, "is she still…"

His dad nodded, "She's sleeping," he said.

Rory didn't know what to say. He walked around and his dad moved over so he could sit between them on the couch.

"Did she tell you?"

"I'm still kind of in shock that you're having sex," his dad said.

Rory kind of groaned a little.

"He's kidding," his papa added, "we've known for a while."

"Papa!"

His papa smiled at him a little and then put an arm around his shoulders. He let Rory lean against him and his dad ran his fingers through Rory's hair. "We overheard earlier," he admitted, "you know she's just as hurt as you are – maybe more."

Rory couldn't think about Sugar or Sugar's feelings past thinking about the tiny life that she'd extinguished without even talking to him about it. Sugar had betrayed him in the worst way possible and Rory didn't think he could ever forgive her. Why hadn't she come to talk to him?

"We know it hurts, Rory," his dad tried, "and maybe this isn't something you and Sugar will be able to get through, but she's still the girl you love. A few months ago you said you wanted to spend the rest of your life with her. Those feelings don't just fade away. Trust me on that, kiddo, you don't just stop loving someone because they hurt you."

"Betrayed me," Rory mumbled.

"Betrayed you, then—" his dad stopped and Rory saw how they shared a look over him, "Rory, it's been four years."

Sugar had told him. He'd go during Thanksgiving. But because of what she'd done? Was it possible that Sugar had known she was going to hurt him this way? No, that didn't make sense…his dad knew why though and he looked conflicted at the moment.

"Why do I go back?" he asked.

His papa nodded at his dad. "This is how he finds out," he said, "it's okay."

"Rory, when I first moved to New York, it wasn't for school. You know that I had my internship at Vogue first."

Rory nodded.

"Well, being an intern is really hard and I spent a lot of time at work and I was so tired afterwards that most nights I just collapsed into bed just to do it again the next day. There were very few nights when I wasn't at work and the one thing that suffered was my relationship with your papa. He was so upset and…" he trailed off and Blaine reached over and took his hand.

"I felt like your dad was ashamed of having this high school boyfriend. I thought maybe we didn't belong together. I was so distraught and missing him and not being able to sleep because I kept picturing him in New York surrounded by all these other better guys that I made the stupidest mistake I have ever made and I…I cheated on him."

Rory felt like his world was just breaking farther and farther and why did his dads think that this was an appropriate time to tell him that their fairy tale love was all a lie and that his papa had actually been someone else entirely and…

"But I forgave him," his dad said, "and I never once stopped loving him, and do you know what really made me realize that I couldn't be afraid of being hurt again, it was you."

"Me," Rory said, "what did I do?"

His dad smiled and grabbed his hand. "You gave me some advice and reminded me of a few things."

Rory couldn't really deal with all the information coming at him. He hadn't had time to really process everything that had happened with Sugar earlier and now his dads were throwing this at him. And maybe he could go to the past and do everything he was meant to back at McKinley and talk to his dad, and then maybe make a stop and see Sugar and stop her from having that abortion.

"I'm going back to Ohio," he announced.

His papa reached for something on the table. "There's your flight," he said, "we knew it was coming."

"Sorry about Thanksgiving."

His dad shook his head. "Don't even worry about it. Hey, you might still be back in time."

Rory rolled his eyes. "Maybe."

"You should get a few hours of sleep, you'll have to be at the airport round four," his papa added.

"Is she in my room?"

"Yes."

"Oh," he said, "well, I guess I'm taking the couch then."

Author's Note: I thought a lot about how the sequel would work before I decided to go ahead and write it and one thing that I know I ignored in the last fic was the possibility of Rory/Sugar. In fact, I think I vehemently said it just wasn't going to happen. But, like, it had to. I just didn't see it happening in the past. When you go through something like they did, I think they're going to be drawn to each other. And So I wanted this to be about them more than anything. But I will also be writing about "The Break Up". I wanted to write a one-shot follow up to The Time Machine that covered "The Break Up", but once this came into my head it worked better.

I did not plan for Sugar to get pregnant and then have an abortion. That was not my intention at all when I started writing it. In fact, I was going to go for a parallel where Sugar cheats on Rory. But, glee and cheating has always driven me crazy because it's literally the only thing those writer's know how to write to break couples up. So, when Sugar just told Rory she had an abortion I thought...this works. At the same time I had some trepidation about writing that. It's a topic that can be a bit offensive, I guess. Personally I am pro-choice. I would never have one, but I would never actively stop someone from having one. I also think that there are often reasons that will lead to making that choice and not all of them are about not wanting the responsibility. Sugar's views on it will be explained later. This is also the reason that this fic has been put under the Rory and Sugar pairing instead of Klaine even though a big part of it will be Klaine (obviously).

Another thing I want to say here, yes, Adam has made it into the fic, and more particularly he is a part of the future. That I did plan for.

I hope you liked it.

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-Erika