A/N: Wowzers! You guys are amazing. I couldn't believe it when I woke up this morning and had over fifty emails notifying me of new reviews, favorites and followers. I'm awed at the response to this story that I kind of just started on a whim. Thank you so much! As I mentioned in the first chapter, there is a companion piece, but it won't be posted until this story is over and will probably only be a one-shot.
Also, I'm totally blanking on a possible cover image, if anyone has any suggestions, feel free to let me know, lol.
Now on to the update! Enjoy!
Finn smiled as Quinn and Rachel made their way to the table. It had been a while since he had talked to either girl, although not as long as everyone else. Two years ago, Finn had shown up on Rachel's doorstep and was surprised when Quinn answered the door. Ever since then, he has been protective of his friends, making sure he didn't let their secret slip. Very few people were in on Rachel's life after Broadway and he was honored to be one of them. As they got closer, Finn quickly pulled out two chairs for them, knowing they wouldn't really want to be standing around, carrying the two kids, Jesse and Maureen.
"Thank you Finn," Rachel said as she reached the table and sat down, smiling as Jesse held his arms out for the tall boy to take him. Finn also took the small bag she had slung over her shoulder. Quinn sat next to her, passing a sleepy Maureen over to her wife. "Hey everyone."
"Berry," Santana greeted when no one else seemed like they were going to say anything. They were all just in too much shock to even think at the moment. "How you been?"
"I've been pretty good, Santana, thank you for asking. And yourself?"
"Wait, that's it?" Kurt asked, finally snapping out of his stupor along with everyone else. "You've been good? That's all we get?"
"Kurt," Quinn warned with her trademark eyebrow.
"No, you have some explaining to do as well Ms. Fabray," Mercedes jumped in. "How come you never told anyone you were still in touch with Rachel?"
"I'm more than just in touch with her. We got married six years ago."
Finn couldn't help but chuckle as everyone once again stared in shock. He shook his head and looked down at Jesse as the little boy played with his tie. He was surprised no one has asked about the kids yet, but then again, he was glad. He knew Rachel and Quinn didn't really want to go to far into things in this atmosphere. It was much to public for such a private situation.
"Mama?" Maureen said, leaning back to look at Quinn.
The blonde smiled at her daughter. "What's up Momo?"
"Quinn," Rachel scolded. "Why?"
"Because she likes it. Don't you like it when I call you Momo sweetie?" Maureen nodded and clapped her hands excitedly. "See?" Rachel just huffed and everyone couldn't help but chuckle as they all swore they heard her foot stomp underneath the table. "What did you need baby?"
"Thirsty. Juice please."
"Finn, could you get a juice box out of the bag please?" Rachel asked.
"Sure." Finn scrounged around, making faces at Jesse as he did, before finally coming up with two small juice boxes, handing one to each child.
"Tank you Uncle Finn," Maureen said, beaming at him as Jesse just buried his head into Finn's chest.
"You're very welcome, Maureen," Finn answered, watching curiously as Brittany came up next to him and tapped Jesse on the shoulder. "Britt, he's a little shy."
"He's Berry's child, how can he be shy?" Santana argued, causing Rachel to huff. "Sorry, but you have to admit, it is surprising."
"Santana, hush," Brittany said as Jesse finally turned and looked at her. She waved at the little boy. "Hi."
Jesse waved back before turning his head into Finn's chest once again.
"Don't feel bad, Britt, it took him a while to warm up to Finn as well," Rachel said, hoping the blonde's feelings weren't hurt.
"What's his name?" Brittany asked, not taking her eyes off the little boy therefore not noticing the look that passed between Quinn and Rachel.
"It's Jesse," Quinn answered.
"Jesse?" Mercedes asked. "As in St. James?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, he is Jesse and Maureen's father," Rachel answered this time, daring anyone to say anything disparaging about the father of her children. Sure, her and Jesse don't have the greatest history, but when they met while she was on Broadway, the boy had changed, he had finally grown up and she couldn't be prouder of him.
"How long?" Brittany asked.
Rachel frowned. "How long what Brit?" Quinn asked, instantly wondering just what Brittany was asking about. There was no way she could have figured it out after such a brief interaction with Jesse, but you never knew with her.
"How long has he been deaf?" she asked, finally looking at the couple.
