"I'd like to take in the orphans," Will looked the social worker in the eyes.

There was a group of orphans that had grown too old to be in the local orphanages. They would soon be kicked out with no education or experience. Will couldn't let those orphans be sent out into the real world just yet.

Mr. Figgins smirked as if Will was joking.

"I can make it right for these kids. They need a home. They have no family or friends. They feel invisible."

"5 bucks a month," Mr. Figgins added, "That's what we need to support each kid."

"And y-you expect me to pay it?"

"Well, I'm certainly not going to pay for it. It's going to be your responsibility, not the government's."

"What?"

"We're not talking about the younger orphans here, Will. The younger ones need to be cared for. When the older orphans become a popular adoption icon, you can have all the money you want. Until then, you pay 5 buck a month for each kid's support, and you got to use the beds and supplies we already have available."

Will nodded.

"But we need the extras for charity."

Will always looked back at that moment, no matter where he was or what he was doing.

He was glad he was father to these kids. He knew he'd never regret sparing a ton of money because the kids were a great reward.

Their smiling faces brightened his day. Their laughter inspired him.

Though they all had bad backgrounds, he had made it okay in special ways he didn't even know.

One month Will was short of money and Figgins tried to shut him down.

"But the kids just came by," Will argued.

"A ward in Indiana needs supplies. They're paying more support and taxes."

"I'll pay for the supplies. Just don't shut me down."

"What is it with you and these kids?!" Figgins made a deal. " Okay, I'll pay the support for each month, then every 28th of December you pay back all the money."

"Okay. I can do that."

"Dad?"

"Yes, Rachel?"

"Can you repeat the question?"

Will's phone vibrated in his pocket before he read a text message. "I have to bring Terri her lunch early today. Class is cut short. Behave while I'm gone."

Puck handed Will the lunch bag and led him out quickly.

At Sheets-N-Things, Terri was showing Howard how to fold a sheet as Will walked in.

"Someone looks beautiful today."

"Hey there, handsome." Terri gave him a kiss.

"Roast beef and pumpernickel." Will gave her the lunch. "Your favorite."

"Oh, does it have mayo?" Terri sighed.

"Yeah."

"Will, if my diabetes comes back I can't get pregnant. What is wrong with you?"

"I just had to tell you that I'm going to have to start working night shifts, so you'll have to watch the kids at night. I have to pay 480 dollars a year, or more if any new kids come by."

"What?"

"I made a deal with Figgins to lessen the chances of losing these kids."

"Will, I'm on my feet 4 hours 3 times a week here. So I have to go home, watch the kids and cook dinner for only us?"

Howard interrupted. "This lady wants to return these sheets, but something tells me we got another bed-wetter." He showed the large yellow stain, cringing.

Terri snarled at Will, "Do you see what I have to deal with here?"

She walked off with Howard, grunting, "Hasn't she ever heard of a diaper?"

Back at the condominium, Will parked the car, trying to avoid hitting Kurt, Finn, Puck and a group of jocks from Ken's football team.

"Hey, guys."

Kurt gave Will the 'Im being tortured by bullies' eyes.

"Making some new friends, Kurt?"

"He sure is," was Puck's reply.

They watched Will go into the building.

Puck turned around. "It's hammer time!"

Kurt cried out as the jocks lifted him off the ground, "No, please, this is Marc Jacobs' new collection!"

"Wait," Finn demanded.

They set Kurt down long enough for him to remove the jacket.

"Okay."

They threw Kurt in the filthy dumpster.

Will dropped by Sue's place for a visit.

"Want a latte?" Sue offered.

"Hi. Sue and I were discussing next weeks game," Ken explained.

Ken Tanaka coached a football team, the Titans, at a local arts center. His pal Sue Sylvester created a cheerleading squad, the Cheerios, to lead his team to - never achieved - victory.

"Hi, Emma," Ken greeted the ginger woman at the door.

"Hey, Ken." Emma took a seat. "Will."

Emma Pillsbury worked as a guidance counselor for Will's orphans. There had been a spark between the two, but they ignored it due to Will's marriage with Terri.

The spark often made Ken pissed at Will, for he really loved Emma also.

But Ken tried to play it cool to seem innocent in Emma's eyes.

Emma asked, her hair bobbing as she tilted her head, "What's with all the lattes?"

"Well, I just felt so awful that social worker Figgins cut his budgets for older orphans to pay for the younger ones' comfort."

Some of Sue's cheerleader's were orphans, most of them being over 15 years old. But a few of the orphans were younger, 14 years or less.

"Yeah, I heard that you guys went 600 dollars over budget."

Sue had blackmailed Figgins, forcing him to hand her 100 dollar extra cash a month. The government discovered this issue withing 6 months, and charged Figgins for the damages.

On a good day, Sue suggested she'd pay half the bills with the cash prize she would win at the competition on Fox Sports Network.

"My performance didn't get on Fox Sports Net so I didn't get Figgins' cash."

"Since when are cheerleaders performers?"

Emma's resentment was delicious.

After a tiny conversation between the other three adults, Sue stood up. "Well, I have a phoner in a couple of minutes. It's an interview on the telephone with Major Media Outlet. Probably do it on my iPhone. Now get out of my apartment."

Will left Sue's and wandered down the hall to save Rachel from Jacob Ben Israel's damn custody. Who knows what he may have done to the innocent, scared girl.

"I'm home!" Will called, shutting the door.

Rachel scurried to her room.

Artie came to take Will's jacket and hand him a cold Brockman.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. Dinner is almost ready."

Sometimes it seemed like Artie was the most mature when Will and Terri were away. He did more than he was expected of, and often got rewarded for it.

Later that night, Will went out to apply for a job. Being a school janitor wasn't really his first choice, but he would be getting money - and that was the main goal.

Just after a few months of working, he couldn't seem to make much of a salary.

"Did you hear that they hold talent shows at the local arts center?" came from Emma's mouth, "They give cash prizes to the best performers."