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Wide-eyed as he seemingly walked on air – combined with the lack of sleep the newest arrival in his life had brought – Will Schuester felt like nothing could touch him.
Hitching his bag further up his shoulder, he smiled far and wide, oblivious to all that he passed in the school hall. When he heard someone call his name, he spun on his heels. The group consisting of Finn, Mercedes and Rachel before him were slightly taken aback at his prompt reaction.
"Mr Shue?" ventured Finn.
"Yeah guys?"
"Ah... Um..." As the tall boy beside her struggled to find words, Rachel rolled her eyes and took over. "Congratulations on the birth of your offspring. May he not grow up musically challenged."
"Ah, thanks Rachel," replied Will, not entirely sure on how to reply. Mercedes spoke next and they avoided the probable awkward silence. "You got a photo?" she gushed.
The Spanish teacher's hand was already whipping out his wallet before she had finished the sentence. "Tilda Genevieve Schuester," he declared proudly as he pulled a small picture of a sleeping baby with a shock of red hair free.
The trio didn't have long to feast their eyes on the image as it was snatched away by a new arrival. "So this is the unfortunate genetic combination of you and Alma eh?" said a less than impressed Sue Sylvester. "Personally, I've never seen the need to propagate myself, but if you feel the need to bring forth a snivelling chit into the world that I will no doubt have to fix when they hit high school, then so be it."
"Thanks for your kind words Sue," laughed Will as the school bell sounded. "I'll see you guys at Glee Club this afternoon," he called to his departing charges as he plucked the treasured photo of his new daughter from the Cheerios! Coach's hand.
Nothing could touch him.
Finito.