Sorry for the delay. I had made a decision to take a break from writing for a awhile. But I am slowly coming back into it—honestly I have missed it and I guess every writer needs a break every now and then. Anyways, I know some, maybe most writers in the Glee fandom won't be writing anymore since the show has ended, but I am not one of them. I have many stories to finish and I can't say I plan on leaving this fandom anytime soon. And I will be continuing all my other stories, so make sure to check them out if you haven't.

Spencer's POV

It's crazy to think that Rachel and Sam actually want me—I never would have thought anyone would care about me, let alone them. I mean, I figured they didn't care once I was given up, but I guess the only reason that happened was because of the timing for Rachel and Sam—well he didn't know.

That doesn't matter anymore. I have to put that behind me because I think—well hope things are going to get better from here. I called Caroline and asked her to bring my stuff to Rachel's—I was going to be staying with her; probably best because even though Sam's roommate is a doctor, he lives above a bar and that probably wouldn't be good for me to live under those conditions.

At least that was plan—Rachel and Sam had to have a discussion with my social worker and see if they could be fit guardians for me; but realistically, a family of hungry tigers would be more fit than my other foster parents so I think it was safe to say that Sam and Rachel would be approved.

They decided that I would be living only with Rachel so my social worker, Lucy, would only need to inspect Rachel's home. For the first few days, Rachel got ready for it—well she was sort of in a panic because she did not want to screw this up. I didn't either because I could not go back to that foster home. No way—I couldn't even go back to get my stuff, let alone live there again after what Mark did.

I woke up on Monday to the smoke alarms going off again. Rachel was not the best cook—okay she wasn't even a good one, but that didn't stop her from trying. I had to put the fire out every time and then I just made myself some cereal.

I looked at her as I ate and sighed—she would always beat herself up about how she can't cook like moms should. "It's fine." I told her.

"No it's not. Moms cook and I am failing—" Rachel said, but it didn't matter to me. I'm sure not every single mom in the world could cook. Well, none of my foster moms—the ones that I had that were women anyways—could cook. Well none of them really cared to cook and just ordered some pizza or some crappy food that usually ended up giving whoever ate it food poisoning.

"Not all moms can cook." I assured her and she grinned a bit. I guess that helped. "At least you tried."

"I'm sure you're foster parents could cook." Rachel said and I sighed. "They could cook, right?"

"If they did, they didn't really like doing it because when I was living with a foster mom, they never cooked anything that didn't come out of a microwave." I told her. "I managed and I can manage now."

"It's not your job—the parents do the cooking—for the most part at least." Rachel said and then I wondered something.

"Does Sam know how to cook?" I asked and based on her expression, I knew that she didn't know. I guess they didn't really know a thing about each other; maybe they should get back in touch since they are trying to take in their kid.

"Well I have to get to school." I said and that's when she stopped me again.

"I'm working on it—getting you into another school." Rachel told me.

"I like my school just fine." I told her. Well I didn't love it, it actually kind of sucked, but Caroline was there and I could handle that place because my foster homes were way worse. Caroline was already pissed at me because of me bailing on our plans, I couldn't switch schools or things were going to get even worse.

"I know—and you probably have friends there too, but it's really far and it takes almost an hour to get you there." Rachel said and I nodded—that was true. It wasn't fair to make Rachel or Sam take time out of their lives to drive me there. But I needed to be with Caroline and honestly, I'm sure there are ways to fix that problem.

"I can always take a cab." I said.

"That's not the problem." Rachel started to say as she glanced at the clock. "Okay, we need to go now, but we'll talk more about this later." I really hoped that I could come up with some ways to get out of changing schools.

I got to school and saw Caroline with headphones on by the stairs. She saw me and started to walk away. I ran to her and tried to make her stop and listen, but she was stubborn and kept going—pretending I wasn't even there.

"CARE! LISTEN!" I practically screamed and she finally took the headphones out. She leaned against a row of lockers and crossed her arms. I guess she was listening.

"Go on." She said.

"I'm sorry, I know you're mad—"

"Spence, we had plans and you said you were all in. But then you told me to bring your stuff at that famous singer's house and then tell me that you're out. And for what? Because your birth mom is letting you crash there for now?" Caroline said and I sighed.

"She's not just letting me crash there. Rachel and Sam—both my birth parents—they want me. They really want me. For the first time in my life, someone actually wants me." I said, but Caroline didn't seem convinced.

"For how long?" Caroline asked. "Who knows if it'll even last? When it gets too hard, she probably give up and then write a hit song about it and where will you be? On the curb like trash—it's how everyone treats us, Spencer! It's how it's always going to be!"

"They won't do that!"

"They abandoned you once, who's to say they won't do it again?" Caroline asked and I sighed—I couldn't come up with anything that could say they wanted me no matter what—I mean she had a point; what if they only want me now? What if they'll get rid of me when they feel like it isn't working out or I do something wrong?

Caroline was right about one thing: I didn't know for sure if this was going to last.

X

Sam's POV

I met up with Rachel at the mall where we were meeting with Lucy, Spencer's social worker so we could talk about Spencer being placed under Rachel's custody. I wish it could be joint, but until I could get a better living place that wasn't above a bar—I think him staying just under Rachel's roof would be best.

"So you guys don't want joint custody?" Lucy asked.

"No of course we would..." Rachel started off.

"...But I think it would be best for now until I can get stuff in order and make a safe place for him." I finished and Lucy nodded. I guess she agreed it would be a good choice, even if she hasn't seen either of our places yet.

"Okay, so I'll check out your home later tonight, Rachel, and then I'll have a little talk with Spencer and we'll see what happens after that." Lucy said and then left. Well that took not as long as I thought it would.

"Well I thought there would have been more." I said.

"Probably later after she checks out my house and talks to Spencer. This isn't over yet." Rachel said and I nodded. That was probably true. I couldn't help but look at how good Rachel looked as the light hit her; it was like she had a beautiful glow. "Hey, Rachel, would you like to get a coffee?" I asked, it had been a while and I'd like to catch up some more.

She grinned and I took that as a good sign. "Sorry, I can't. I have to get back to work. But next time, okay?" Rachel said and I nodded. I was disappointed but I guess her job couldn't wait. Her newest album was coming out soon and I guess she needed to be in to actually record the songs.

Spencer's POV

After school, Caroline came over. She brought Devon with her, which I didn't really like because he was eyeing a lot of Rachel's things and I had to keep an eye on him so he wouldn't get the chance to walk out with something that wasn't his. I didn't need Rachel's stuff going missing right when decides to try and get custody of her kid. She could think I'm trying to make some money and then bail, which I'm not.

"Devon, can you just not touch anything?" I asked.

"You act like I'm going to rob the queen of pop." He said and I glared at him. "Okay, it sounds pretty bad ass." I glared some more and I knew that he probably shouldn't mess with me. "I'll just go sit down."

Thank god. Now I could just worry about getting Caroline to not be mad at me anymore. "Caroline, will you please talk to me?"

"Not unless you're coming with us out of town." Caroline said.

"Care, please, you have to understand..."

"Understand what? That your folks are taking you in for now and you think they are going to want to keep you around? Right, I am sure it won't last. You're mother is a famous singer, Spencer. I doubt she will remember you while she's touring and doing other famous people crap."

"That's not true!" I said, but it was true that I sometimes worried it would happen.

"Spencer, wake up! No one really cares about us or we would have never been given up. She would have kept you." Caroline said. "If it wasn't for them giving us up, I wouldn't be watched whenever I walk into a store, Devon maybe wouldn't have his criminal record, and you certainly wouldn't be like you are anytime a tall man comes near you."

"Shut up!" She knows I hate it when she goes back to that. And she may be right about me, but that wasn't my choice. Devon and Caroline have choices, they have their issues because of choices they made. I never got the chance with what happened to me.

"Look, I'm getting out of here with Devon tonight because I didn't get emancipated and I'm sure as hell not going back to that hell hole. So you got until midnight to tell me if you want to come with us." Caroline told me.

"You know my answer. I'm staying."

"You know my number if you change your mind."

It was around nine when Lucy had come to talk to me and I made it very clear that I wanted to be with Rachel and Sam, but since Sam wasn't interested in joint custody, which confused me, it was just a matter of me wanting to stay with Rachel. And I did. I didn't want to be anywhere else.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Lucy asked me and I looked at both Rachel and Sam and smiled.

"Yes." I told her and Lucy smiled.

"Alright, we'll go to the courthouse tomorrow, but Spencer, I can say that you are now under the custody of your mother." Lucy said and I guess tomorrow it would be official to the government or whatever, but it didn't matter. It was real right now. I was now with people that actually cared about me. I was happy. I am happy.

So Spencer is going to be under Rachel's custody for a bit. Next chapter we'll start introducing more characters.

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