I don't own glee.

My illness is wearing down a lot, and I am feeling so much better. Treatment's going pretty well, and I have enough strength to go back to back to classes tomorrow.

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Will stepped in the door, greeted Emma, and sunk into the couch to relieve his rough day at work. He tried to block out the ear-busting sounds of xylophone and laughter, but couldn't.

Rory slammed the mallet onto each colorful bar repeatedly, letting out a squeal or giggle each time there was a loud cling. This was so fun!

Will knew he had to just let the boy play. It was for his development's sake.

Rory had spent a lot of time with this, but it never seemed to get boring! He could have played with it all- Ouch! He whimpered in discomfort. His head hurt so much! It was excruciating pain, worse than anything yet. He continued playing, but found the pain only getting worse.

It was that damn xylophone! He dropped the mallet, and knocked the xylophone from his lap. He wasn't in the mood anymore.

He then looked up to see Will. He was home! "Aaaaaahhhheeeeoooohhhh!" Rory bellowed, receiving immediate attention. He saw the man had approached him, and he waved his arms in the air, demanding, "Up, up!"

Will grabbed the boy and raised him up. He returned to the couch and settled Rory on his lap.

Rory burbled, taking Will's tie and flailing it around. Will droned a soft tune that Rory endeavored to mimic.

Will reached a hand to fluff Rory's hair. Rory bounced up and down joyfully, stuffing the tie in his mouth as a pacifier.

This was lovely.

Will playfully grumbled, "Don't eat my tie! Icky!"

"Goo!" Rory yelped happily, now dropping the tie. He enjoyed the attention.

Rory soon had calmed down. His energy was slightly decreased by 30%. He leaned against the man silently, and curled into a fetal position. He snuggled his face into the crook of Will's neck, closing his eyes.

Will wrapped his arms around the boy, swaying side to side.

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Rory slowly grew attached to Will. Was it the smell of ham on his hand? It was a little faint, though good, but it was more than that. Was it his voice? Gee, it sure was nice, but definitely more than that also. He just felt a special connection to the man, and it couldn't be denied.