Title: Keeping Up with the Harkness-Joneses
Fandoms: Torchwood/Glee
Pairings: Mostly Jack/Ianto and Quinn/Finn, with grautitious mentions of many Doctor Who, Torchwood and Glee ships.
Rating: PG-13, and a sound PG-13 at that
Warning: Lots of fluff, lots of sad chapters, implications and mentions of domestic abuse, occasional violent chapters and Jack and Ianto like to kiss...a lot.
Beta:I don't have one at the moment, but if you'd like to, I'd be more than appreciative!

Summary:After discovering that Ianto is immortal, Jack is able to rebuild his life with the other man. They become Ianto and Jack Harkness-Jones, and are dropped off in Lima, Ohio by the Doctor. Why Lima? The Rift is like a window, with Cardiff on one side, and Lima on the other side. They expect the craziness that comes with the Rift. What they don't expect? Needing to adopt a six year old: Quinn Fabray. And they discover that life doesn't always turn out like they planned.

Notes: No triggers in this chapter, at least that I'm aware of! That might be a first. Also, every child in this fic should stay a child and never grow up because they're all adorable. Thirdly, I am still reeling a bit from last night's Glee. That was intense on so many levels. Also, WHY QUINN, RIB? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? WHY CAN'T QUINN HAVE NICE THINGS? [/feelings over]

Chapter 5

Two weeks later, Jack is in his office at the Lima Police Department. Because of the Rift activity, there is a special department in the office that Jack finds he fits into quite nicely. Ianto, working for the Berry's firm, is in court. He gets a phone call from Quinn's school. He looks at his phone, raising an eyebrow: this can't be good.

"Captain Jack Harkness-Jones, how may I help you?" he asks, trying to keep it casual, but several scenarios begin to run through his head and his heart is pounding with fear. This is Quinn's first week back at school. The added trauma of what happened with Russell prompted Jack and Ianto to keep her home a little while longer, at least until she adjusted, and he actually prays that nothing too serious has gone wrong.

"Your daughter, Quinn, punched a boy in the face, and it was so hard that his nose started bleeding profusely. Something needs to be done about this immediately. A meeting has been arranged with the principal and we ask that you or your partner come down to the school immediately." The voice on the other side is crisp and clear, and Jack can't help but feel slightly reprimanded like this is somehow his fault.

"Ianto's in court and can't leave," he says by way of explanation, already pulling on his coat. "But I'll be down shortly." He scribbles down a note that reads 'Meeting with Quinn's principal. She punched a boy in the face. Not sure whether to be proud or disappointed. Only call if there is an invasion of Daleks. Actually? Don't call if it's Daleks. You're an extremely capable team. Call if the end of the world seems inevitable- JHJ', and tapes it to his door with a smirk. Jack runs down the stairs, passing some of his coworkers who all stare at him bemusedly.

He drives down to the school, wondering what could prompt his sweet little girl to punch someone in the face. His whole body locks up when he wonders if the boy was threatening her in any way. Suddenly, he gets tense and antsy, and all he wants to do is make sure Quinn's all right. Her mental health is his concern, not the state of the other boy's face.

When he walks into the door to the principal's office, Quinn looks more than a little bit relieved to see him and not Russell. She seems to be no worse for wear, so he lets out a small sigh of relief. He sits down next to her, drawing his arm protectively around her, and looks over at the woman who is shielding a little boy with her arm. Jack can't help but notice, with a lift of his eyebrow that the little boy has a mohawk. He can't help but wonder what parent lets their child have a mohawk. Then again, it's different because he has a girl. "Good, now we can begin," the principal says, nodding at Jack. "Quinn, Noah, what happened?"

"It's Puck," he says exasperatedly. "Not Noah. And she punched me!" The little boy says, pointing to his nose. "My nose was bleeding, see?" He tilts his head up so that everyone could see the dried blood caked around his nostrils. Quinn really gave him a shot. Jack thinks, trying his best not smirk.

"He's not telling the whole story! He was teasing Rachel because she had two daddies!" Quinn says empathetically, looking to Jack for support. "Then I asked him what that made me if I had two daddies and he told me that it was different because I didn't come from two daddies, I just had two daddies and it wasn't the same thing. But it is the same thing because I love my daddies like Rachel loves her daddies!" She sticks her bottom lip out angrily and looks up at Jack.

"You still shouldn't have punched him, Quinn," Jack says gently, shaking his head. This isn't the last time Quinn is going to have to deal with something like this, and he has to teach her the proper way to deal with this before it gets out of hand. "Next time, you just turn around and walk away, okay?" She nods, mouth twisted into a grimace, and something, something like a wall, goes up behind her eyes.

"It's still weird and wrong," the little boy grumbles, and Jack stiffens. Quinn shrinks a little bit. She has never seen her Daddy Jack get angry, and she's afraid he might for the first time.

"Noah!" His mother admonishes, horrified, looking between Jack and her son.

"It is!" Puck exclaims, folding his arms across his chest. "Why should she get two daddies when I don't have any? Why does Rachel get two daddies? It's a little bit fair that Quinn gets two daddies, because her first daddy was a poop. Nobody likes Rachel. She doesn't deserve her two daddies. She should give one to someone who doesn't have any." Jack softens in understanding. He kisses Quinn's forehead, a silent gesture that he won't leave her.

"I like Rachel," Quinn replies fiercely, leaning over the chair, feeling reassured by Jack's gesture. "She's my friend and her daddies love her! It's not Rachel's fault that your daddy left you." Then she quietly leaves her chair and grabs Puck's hand. "And it's not your fault either, Puck. It's nobody's fault but your daddy's. I know…I know you're hurting on the inside. I hurt on the inside too until my daddies came to save me. But you don't have to be so mean to Rachel, because when you're mean to Rachel, it makes her hurt on the inside. It makes me hurt on the inside too, Puck…I know you say those mean things to Rachel, but sometimes I feel like you're saying them to me too. And you're supposed to be my friend and friends don't hurt each other like that."

Then Quinn looks back at Jack, looking for guidance, not sure if what she has to say next will be right. Jack smiles warmly at her and nods. "Go ahead, Quinn," he says. "You know exactly what to say."

"'m sorry, Puck," she mumbles, looking at her shoes. "Didn't mean to make your nose bleed."

"'s okay," Puck mumbles in return, giving Quinn an awkward hug. "Didn't mean to make to make you hurt more." They smile at each other and Quinn clambers back into the chair next to Jack. She is still looking at him a little uncertainly, and Jack just wants to assure her that everything will be all right. So he squeezes her hand as tightly as he can, and she seems to relax.

"Quinn, have you learned your lesson?" The principal asks, and even though these words are said as kindly as possible, Quinn freezes, and her previous calm disappears. Jack is still learning lots of things about Quinn, but he knows how she acts when she hears her trigger words. "Quinn?" The principal asks in a louder tone. Jack leans forward, ready to tear the principal a new one; he frantically wonders why the principal can't see that she's in an obvious state of distress. Quinn flinches, but nods slowly. "Well, I think you two should go home for the day. You can't be in school right now, either of you. And this is a warning: Noah, if I hear you insulting other people's families again, you will be punished. Quinn, if you hurt anyone else you will be punished. "

Jack wastes no time in scooping Quinn up in his arms and leaving. She wraps her arms around his neck and hides her face in his coat. "Q-bear," he whispers, cradling her in his arms as they walk toward the car. "Q-bear, you're safe now. I've got you, baby girl." He's absolutely furious that the principal has less tact than that, but he can't say anything now. His priority is the little girl in his arms.

"Are you angry with me, Daddy?" she whimpers.

"No, baby," he replies, kissing her forehead. "I was a little upset when I first heard that you hurt someone. But then you made it better by apologizing, and you know you can't hurt anyone unless they try to hurt you first with their bodies. If they try to hurt you with their words, you just walk away next time, okay?"

"Are you going to hurt me, Daddy?" She looks fearfully at her daddy, knowing that he never would but she needs to hear him say it.

"No, angel," he responds, holding her close. "Oh, angel. I'm never going to hurt you, okay? Neither is Daddy Ianto."

"Okay," she whispers and buries her face in Jack's neck. "Can we go home now?" Jack nods, and places her gently in the car seat, making sure to buckle her in securely. He climbs into the front and quickly sends Ianto a text message reading 'Quinn's principal is a moron. Ask the Berrys if suing for use of trigger words is a winnable case'. He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a ragged sigh.

Quinn giggles, "You're texting Daddy Ianto." He looks at her curiously and she adds, "You should see Daddy Ianto's face when he gets your messages, Daddy. His whole face lights up and his eyes go all soft and then sometimes he laughs and shakes his head." They begin driving away and Quinn says, in a hushed whisper, "Daddy, I have a secret to tell you." Jack positions the mirror so that Quinn can see his eyebrow go up. "Daddy, it's a big secret!"

"What is it, Q-bear?" he asks, laughing. He can't imagine how big a six-year old's secret can be.

"Daddy Ianto loves you," she whispers dramatically.

"Sweetheart," Jack says with a laugh. "That's not a secret. That's a fact."

"I know," Quinn says, smiling back at her daddy serenely. "But sometimes, when you get really sad, Daddy Ianto tells you that he loves you, and then you don't look so sad anymore. And you…you looked sad." When they get home, they immediately get out of the car. Quinn slips her tiny hand in Jack's then Quinn says, "Daddy, I have another secret for you."

"Oh?" Jack asks, smiling fully now. "What secret are you going to tell me now?"

"I love you this much!" Quinn sticks her arms out as far as they can go, laughing.

"Yeah? Well, I've got a secret for you," he says, beckoning her close. "I love you this much!" He sticks his arms out wide. Then he wraps his arms around Quinn and lifts her into the air, spinning her around. She giggles, and Jack laughs too, until he gets dizzy and has to put her down.

"Again!" she squeals delightedly.

"How about later?" he asks breathlessly. He may be immortal, but that doesn't mean taking care of a six year old doesn't run him ragged sometimes. "C'mon, let's go make Daddy Ianto's favorite dinner." She climbs onto his back and up to his shoulders. "Hold on tight," he says, holding onto her, and not letting go until they get into the house.

"Five minute potatoes!" Quinn cheers, pumping her fist in the air. She knows the proper Welsh name for it, but doesn't want to say it out loud because Daddy Ianto says it so much better. "Can Santana and Brittany come over for dinner tonight, Daddy?"

"Are Santana's parents still fighting?" Jack asks. Brittany's parents both work late, and Santana's parents have been fighting a lot lately, so the three girls have been eating over at the Harkness-Jones house a lot, to the point where Ianto or Jack comes home from work and asks the other man if they've adopted two new daughters while he was at work today. Brittany and Santana always giggle into their dinners, and Quinn beams at her daddies. "You can tell me, baby girl. I'm not gonna tell anyone," he says to Quinn. She nods against the back of his neck. "All right," he says, putting Quinn down. "Go call Mrs. Lopez and tell her that Brittany and Santana that they can come for dinner if she wants."

An hour later, a knock sounds at the door. Quinn, Santana and Brittany are already upstairs in Quinn's room, playing with some dolls. He opens the door, expecting Ianto but instead sees Rachel. "Hey, Rachel," he greets. He must look ridiculous with the apron tied around his waist, but Rachel giggles a little bit and he asks, "What can I help you with?"

"Is Quinn here?" she asks shyly. He nods. "Can I go see her? I need to thank her for earlier. If she's in trouble, please know that it's my fault and she really shouldn't be and-"

"Rachel," Jack says exasperatedly to the tenacious and precocious little girl. "She's in her room, go up and see her." The little girl runs up the stairs and Jack returns to the kitchen. At first, he's unsure if letting her go up there by herself is a good idea: he knows that Santana isn't her biggest fan. But then he hears four distinct sets of laughter and he relaxes. It's clear the girls are having fun.

A strong pair of arms wrap around his waist, and a chin rests on his shoulder. Moonlight Serenade begins playing in the background on the CD player. "Mmmm, smells delicious," Ianto murmurs into his ear. Jack turns around and Ianto kisses him gently. "And I love that apron on you, Jack. You look positively adorable."

"I'll have to remember that," Jack murmurs, rubbing his nose against Ianto's. They kiss one more time, and Ianto cradles Jack's hips in his hands. Jack's arms slink around Ianto's neck. "Mmmm, you know, Quinn told me a secret today," he whispers into Ianto's ear. Ianto presses his forehead against Jack's, and they kiss again. "She told me that you loved me. Is that true?"

"Absolutely," Ianto murmurs.

"Good," Jack adds. "And I've got a secret for you." Ianto looks intrigued, and Jack whispers, "I love you too." They smile at each other before kissing one more time.

"Quinn! Your dads are being lovey-dovey again! Ew!" Santana complains loudly as the four girls enter the kitchen. "Sup, Ianto?" she asks with a head tilt. Ianto counts that there are definitely four girls, and not the three that he's used to seeing. "We decided that Rachel was cool enough to be our friend."

"Santana!" Quinn exclaims. But then she sees that Santana is only kidding, and all four girls giggle once again. "Oh, we have to wash our hands!" The four girls disappear into the bathroom, leaving Jack and Ianto alone again.

"You should probably go wash your hands too, Ianto," Jack says with a smirk. "I've got plans for after dinner. Your hands are going to get dirty enough."

"Yes, sir," Ianto purrs and slinks off to the bathroom. They return and sit down for dinner, eating and laughing together like they've been like this way their whole lives. Even though Jack is certain that his small family is growing every day, he's absolutely grateful that he has it. From Rachel, Brittany and Santana, the girls who he treats like his own, to Quinn who is his own, and finally to Ianto, the man who holds his heart, he loves that he has each and every one of them.

It's all so cute and I imagine you're all going to need this and I also imagine the number of Quinn Fabray fics popping up after last night must be exponential. Seriously, though, still reeling from that episode. It was a shocker to be sure.

-LBP