So my last stories have been kind of downers, so I am writing one that is basically pure humor. I got inspired by cx7171's Topsy turvy and another story I can't remember the name, but it was when Puck and Rachel had a son or sons and went into their future bodies. So if that is yours, or you knows whose it is let me know so I can credit them!

Takes place just after Sectioals

I own nothing...

Three people couldn't sleep. Today's events kept on going over and over in their heads. The mistakes they made, the people that got hurt, and how it changed everything. They might have won, but they still felt so helpless, like nothing would ever be alright again. When they finally did sleep they dreaded the morning and wished all the bad would go away and leave only a bright future.

New York 2019

Rachel Berry woke up and something felt very strange. For one thing she had a tempurpedic pillow and the thing she was laying on clearly wasn't. She didn't have any girlfriends for sleepovers so she couldn't be at a friends house. Then Rachel realized that there was someone next to her. Her arm appeared to be laying across said person while they had their arm under her. The person shifted and Rachel closed her eyes tightly hoping they would think she was still sleeping. Rachel had to get out of here.

"Berry what the fuck are you doing in my bed?" A voice Rachel recognized said, "Wait, this isn't my bed." Noah Puckerman sat up and looked around. The covers fell reveling his bare chest. Rachel's cheeks burned. "Where am I?"

"I don't know," Rachel said sitting up too.

"Why are you wearing my old jersey?" Puck asked and Rachel looked down at herself to see she was wearing a McKinley High football jersey. He smirked, "Finally gave into me huh?"

"I most certainly did not!" Rachel exclaimed.

"Well something happened to make us end up in bed together," Puck said rubbing his hand over his face, "I don't feel hung over." Rachel looked around again. It was a nice room. Big, the walls a soft white. A television was mounted on the wall in front of the bed. There was a bathroom off to the side and a walk in closet. There was a big window covered by curtains to her right. Rachel rubbed her temples and felt something cold against her cheek. She looked at her left hand and saw clear as day a wedding ring. She looked at Puck who had laid back down again also had a ring.

"Noah I think..." She began to say.

"Mommy! Daddy!" A voice said and then the person ran into the room. Rachel saw a little boy with olive skin, brown curly hair, and brown eyes jump onto the bed. "Wake up!" He looked about five.

"Um...Sweetie I think you might be mistaken," Rachel said gently, "I don't have any children." The boy only rolled his eyes.

"You always say that," The boy said, "You say that I am too much like Daddy so I can't be yours. But I have your eyes. See?" The boy moved closer and Rachel say eyes identical to her own staring at her. Rachel looked over at Puck who was just staring at the kid.

"I do see," Rachel said smiling, "Now I will be out in a minute to make you breakfast alright?" The boy nodded, and after giving them both a hug, left. She turned to Puck, "Noah, that boy thinks we are his parents."

"Yeah heard that," Puck said, "And admit it Berry, the kid looks just like me."

"Well I must be dreaming then," Rachel said coming to the only logical conclusion.

"You dream about me?" Puck said with a smirk. Rachel blushed again,

"One cannot control their dreams," Rachel said nose in the air. Rachel then went on to pinch herself. "Owe."

"Well that is what happens when you pinch yourself," Puck said rolling his eyes.

"No, I mean if I am dreaming that should not have hurt." Rachel said her eyes wide, "This...this is really happening." Puck pinched himself and winced.

"I am married to Berry?" He said to himself.

"I actually procreated with Noah Puckerman?" Rachel whispered.

"Mom!" The boy yelled.

"We need to figure out his name," Rachel said and Puck smiled.

"That would be good to know," Puck said and looked around. Seeing a picture of the boy he pulled it out of the frame and turned it around. Evan Puckerman, kindergarten. "It's Evan. The kids name is Evan."

"Wonder why we chose that?" Rachel asked, "It certainly wasn't on any of the lists I made when I was a little girl. I had always liked the name Gilbert, from Anne of Green Gables of course. And..."

"Names Berry? That is what you are focusing on?" Puck said snapping Rachel out of her rant.

"Well I don't know what to do about the rest I..." Rachel was cut off by the phone ringing. She looked over at her nightstand and the name Sam was on the screen. "Who is Sam?"

"I don't know." Puck said, "Just answer it."

"Hello?" Rachel said tentatively into the phone.

"Hey Rach," A male voice "Sam" said, "Still on for lunch today? Miss hanging out with you, it has been a long time since it was just us."

"Uh...yeah miss you too," Rachel said not knowing what else to say. Why was a man not her husband saying he was missing her? Was she having an affair? Her life was so scandalous...

"I got to go practice is starting," Sam told her, "Tell Puck I said hey and looking forward to tonight, it is going to be pretty insane." Okay, she wasn't having an affair. Good to know.

"Okay I will," Rachel said, "Where are we lunching?"

"That place on the corner of 2nd and 9th right?" Sam said, "It has that fake food you like. See you bestie."

"Right, see you." Rachel said and hung up. Puck looked at her, "Apparently Sam says "Hey" and looking forward to seeing you tonight. I am also having lunch with him apparently."

"No you're not," Puck said getting up, "I am not letting you go off to meet a stranger. You are just going to have to bring your hubby along."

"Mom! Dad!" Evan yelled out again, "Jeez what are you doing? Do I need to go into my room and put my i-pod on again?"

"Coming Sweetie," Rachel said getting out of bed and putting on the robe hanging on the door. "So I guess play along till we figure out what is going on?"

"Okay," Puck said getting up, "Just till be figure out what is going on. Puckzilla isn't the marrying kind." Rachel just rolled her eyes.

New York, 2019 A Couple Blocks Over

Quinn had been crying for what seemed like days. She had been so stupid for thinking she could get away with it. Couldn't they understand that she was just scared? Quinn might be a mom to be but she was only 16. She didn't mean to get pregnant. It was just a big messy mistake. She woke up and saw that she wasn't in Puck's sister's room anymore. Becks had been nice about everything and didn't really mind Quinn sharing her room and taking over her bed. Rebecca had always been a sweet kid. This wasn't Beck's room though. It was a lot bigger and have a nice TV in front of the bed. The bed which was huge. There was a bathroom to the side and two walk in closets. The window was large but covered by expensive looking curtains. How did she get here? Quinn's hand rested on her baby bump. At least one thing was the same. She looked at the hand covering her belly and noticed a wedding ring on her left ring finger. Her eyes went wide. She took it off and looked at it. There was a inscription inside. Lucky. What did that mean? The ring was platinum too. Quinn shook her head.

"Mommy!" A voice yelled and a blond haired blue eyed little girl ran into the room. She couldn't be more then four. "Mommy!" She jumped onto the bed and hugged Quinn. "Daddy left for practice and told me to remind you that you are to stay in bed all day and for me not to laugh at the strange things you eat. Can I stay in here and watch cartoons Mommy?" Quinn only stared at her. "Mommy?"

"Sure you can Princess," Quinn said the "Princess" slipping out. The girl smiled and laid next to her. The phone on the nightstand began to ring. Quinn looked at the caller ID. Santana. Maybe she knew what was going on.

"Hello?" Quinn said into the phone.

"Hey Bitch," Santana said from the other line, "What's up? Sammy Boy at practice already?"

"Yes," Quinn said remembering what the girl had told her.

"Just you and Sophie then?" Santana said, "I really hate you sometimes. I am slaving over mountains of paperwork, okay maybe I will just pass it off to someone else, but I still have to wake up at an ungodly hour. And what my friend are you doing? Nothing. You are just the lucky bitch that, thanks to me, your hubby makes millions and you don't have to work."

"I don't?" Quinn said. Husband that makes millions?

"Oh I forgot your title is caregiver," Santana said with a snort, "Not that is it hard. That freaking kid of yours walks around with a halo over her little blond head. Not at all like Puck and Bee's little monster."

"Right," Quinn said letting the information sink in.

"Well just wanted to say "hi" and avoid work," Santana said, "I will see you tonight when we get drinks with Bee and Britt."

"Okay," Quinn said not sure what was going on.

"Bye Bitch," And Santana hung up.

"Was that Aunty Santana?" The little girl, Sophie Quinn guessed, said.

"Yes, it was," Quinn said and Sophie cuddled closer.

"Love you Mommy." She said and Quinn smiled. Even if this wasn't her child it was nice to hear. She would freak out later. For now she would just stay here and play with the little girl's hair.

Lima, Ohio 2009

Puck had rolled off the bed. He hadn't done that it years. Mostly because the bed he shared with his hot wife was huge, and she usually laid half on top of him keeping Puck in place. But there was no wifey. She was probably fixing Evan something to eat. They had the day off, one of the few they both shared.

"Baby?" Puck said sitting up and rubbing his eyes, "Rachel?" Nothing. Puck opened his eyes and found that he wasn't in his bedroom in New York, but back in his bedroom in Lima, Ohio. What? Puck was a Dad now, and had gotten a lot of better at not getting so drunk that he would not remembered what happened the day before. And when that usually happened Rachel appeared with a glass of water and a painkiller. But he didn't have a hangover.

"Noah wake up and get ready for school!" A voice called.

"Ma?" Puck said confused.

"Yes it is your mother and get Quinn and your sister up to!" His mother called.

"Quinn is here?" Puck said to himself. He didn't remember the Evans getting in a fight and when that usually happened Quinn kicked Sam out for the night.

"Noah!"

Lima, Ohio 2009 The Next Room Over

Quinn woke up alone. Sam had to leave early for practice which she hated. She loved waking up next to him. After six years of marriage she never got tired of it. Her hand went to her belly. The baby kicked in return. It was another girl, and Sam would be even more outnumbered. Sophie already had Sam wrapped around her finger, or really anyone she came in contact with. And Sam had been "wiped" according to Puck since he was 17. They were wrong. If anything she was wiped. He had come into her life twice, each time when she insisted she didn't need anyone and he ended up proving her wrong. She needed Sam, and Quinn wasn't afraid to say it. Quinn sat up and something was strange. First Sophie didn't run in and jump into bed with her, and second she was not in her bed. Or her room. This was Beck's room in Puck's house where she had lived during one of the hardest times of her life. The door opened and Puck came into the room. Quinn didn't know what to do. Was he lost like her? Or was he in the past too?

"Quinn," He said tentatively, "You awake?"

"Am I dreaming? Why am I here?" Quinn asked him and relief came over Puck's face.

"Thank God," Puck said, "I don't know how I got here, I was in New York when I went to bed last night and woke up here."

"Where is Sam?" Quinn asked knowing Puck had no idea.

"You haven't met him yet," Puck told her, "I think we are in the past, and that baby in your stomach is Beth, not another Evans angel."

"What?" Quinn said getting up, "Where is Sophie?"

"Q, we haven't have our kids yet," Puck said trying to calm her down, "We are sixteen again. I pinched myself over and over again, I am not waking up. It is true Q."

Lima, Ohio 2009 Three Blocks Away

Yellow. That is what Rachel saw when she woke up. Her husband would die before he allowed her to paint their bedroom yellow. They had settled for a neutral white. She also noticed the lack of her husband. She had been using his chest as a pillow for years, not the tempurpedic one from her childhood.

"Noah?" Rachel said looking around. Even this was different. When they did go back home and stayed at Rachel's old house in her old room the pictures and posters on her wall were different. On Rachel's nightstand she had kept a framed photo of her and Noah one of the few shots when she got him to smile and not smirk. She looked and saw it was not there. There was one of her and her Dad's in it's place. Just like there had been until she was seventeen and began to date Noah. So that meant she was in the sixteen year old version of her room.

"Pumpkin time to get ready for school!" Daddy called out.

"School?" Rachel said confused, she hadn't attended McKinley in eight years.

"Hurry on now, you will be late!" Daddy yelled out. "Only two years to go! The sooner you go the faster it will be!" Rachel's eyes went wide. Was she...sixteen? Rachel touched her chest. This was her pre-pregnant chest. Rachel pinched her arm. Nothing.

"Oh poo." Rachel said getting out of bed.

What did you think? Readable? Want more? Well seven reviews and I will post more!

There isn't going to be a ton of Quinn and Sam btw, just at the beginning. This isn't going to be very long either, just a bit of comic relief...

Thanks for reading!

I don't know how well fours year old's talk, so just go with it...