"Puuuuck! Give it back!" Sam whined. He got up on his knees and reached out for it, but Puck pulled it away. Jutting his bottom lip out in a genuine pout, he clambered up onto the couch and into Puck's lap.

"Say please." Puck grinned. "Only good little boys get toys."

"Noahhhh!" Sam cried out even louder. He trampled around on the sofa and Puck as well, trying to gain footing so that he could reach his toy that always seemed to be just out of reach. His happy meal sat on the table, getting cold.

"Sammmmyyyyy!" Puck imitated him, succeeding in riling him up even more.

"This isn't fair! It's my toy!" Sam protested. "Daddy said so!"

"Calm down, I just wanna look at it." Puck shrugged, easily pushing his slightly smaller friend aside. Sam sat up and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Maybe if it looked like he could be patient, Puck would give it back.

"Fine." Sam shrugged. "I don't want it anyway. Keep it." He got off the couch and returned to his chicken nuggets, watching Puck as closely as a sniper watches its target.

"Why thank you, Sammy." Puck grinned. He knew the blonde was lying. Of course he wanted it. He'd made such a huge fuss about getting Batman because he already had Superman and Green Lantern. However, Puck was not going to be a good friend and give it back. He was going to be a cool one and watch in amusement while Sam flipped his shit over a tiny piece of plastic. "You know what? I think I'll give it to my sister. She loves playing with dolls."

Sam's head whirled around so fast, Puck was worried for a moment that he'd broken it. His eyes were wide in alarm and he dropped his food. "No! It's mine!"

Once more Puck held it far out of Sam's reach, tickling him under the arms every time he got close to grabbing it. "Nope, sorry, Sammy. You said I could have it."

"No!" Sam protested and continued his struggle with new vigor. "Give it back!"

"You said you didn't want it." The older boy shrugged. "So I'm gonna take it home. Say bye, Batman."

"No!" Sam nearly screamed, his eyes welling up with tears.

"Would you give him the stupid toy?" Finn sighed impatiently. "You're going to get us in trouble with Mr. Schue."

Puck huffed and tossed the toy back on the rug. "You guys have no sense of humor."

"We're supposed to be watching him until Mr. Schue gets back from his meeting, not making him cry." He frowned. Finn turned to Sam and wiped his face clean of tears. "Go eat your dinner, baby. We don't want it getting cold."

The blond sniffled and nodded, clambering back over to the coffee table where his McNuggets sat untouched. Batman was now gripped tightly in his hand and remained there until he had finished all of his food.

Finn sighed in relief and sat back. With Sam calmed and Puck no longer bothering the boy, he could finally just relax and enjoy the rest of his evening. That is until Sam started tugging on his pant leg with something else to whimper about. "What now, bud?"

"My tummy hurts." Sam frowned, looking up at him with a large frown painted across his face. He was holding his stomach and squirming a little.

At the sound of that, both boys sprang into action, scooping Sam up and carrying him to the bathroom. The last thing either of them wanted to take care of was sick Sammy with a messy diaper. Finn set him down in the bathroom and practically ripped his sleeper off while Puck worked on removing the diaper. Once the boy was completely naked, they plopped him down on the toilet.

"Where's the pepto?" Puck said urgently, rummaging around in cupboards.

"Umm, behind the mirror in the medicine cabinet I think. Dang it, dude! I told you not to get him all riled up!"

"Me? You're blaming me? You were the one who was too lazy to make some real food! You just had to stop at McDonald's!"

"What's wrong with a little fast food now and then? It never killed anybody!"

"Oh really? Ever heard of obesity?"

"Shut up, man! This is not the time! Mr. Schue's gonna be so mad…!"

"Hey I'm home! Guys?"

Finn and Puck exchanged urgent looks and glanced over at Sam bent over on the toilet. They pushed each other out of the bathroom and stood in the entrance to block Mr. Schue's view of what was going on inside.

"Heeeey, Mr. Schue, h-how was that meeting?" Finn smiled widely.

"Uh…good…" Will frowned, giving them a confused look. "Where's Sam?"

"Oh, uh, he's just getting ready for bed. Brushing his teeth and stuff." Puck shrugged.

Will's frown got even deeper. "It's hardly seven."

"Oh well, you know what they say…" Finn chuckled nervously. He nudged Puck.

"What?" Puck looked at him.

"Tell him what they say about getting ready for bed early." Finn hissed through his teeth.

"Ummm, it's good for…development." Puck stated.

Will sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "What's wrong with Sammy?"

"What?" Finn asked indignantly. "Nothing!"

"Then let me see him." Will said, pushing past them.

"It's really not as bad as it looks! He just needs to poop or something!" Finn insisted.

Will knelt down in front of Sam and lifted his head. "You alright, sweetheart?"

"Tummy owies." He mumbled miserably.

"Oh poor baby. What did you eat for supper?"

"…'Donalds." Sam said almost inaudibly.

"I see. With soda?"

"Just a teeny weeny bit." The blond admitted.

"And is baby supposed to be drinking soda? Even a teeny weeny bit?" Will asked gently.

Sam blushed guiltily and shook his head. "Babies drink milk and juice and water."

"That's right sweetheart. Did Finny and Noah give you any medicine yet?" Will inquired, glancing at Finn. The teen nodded in confirmation.

"Okay, well I think baby just as some gas." The teacher decided, making Sam blush deeply. "Why don't we get you back in your diaper and then we'll say bye bye to Noah and Finny."

The boy nodded in agreement and once the two boys had left the bathroom, Will lied him down on the floor and refastened his diaper. He put his clothes back on and scooped him into his arms to carry him out to the living room where the boys were putting their jackets on and slinging their bags over their shoulders.

"Can you say bye-bye?" Will smiled.

Sam waved to them, slipping a thumb into his mouth. "Buah-buah." He said around the digit.

"Seeya, Sammy." Finn waved.

"Yeah, be good, kid." Puck warned, smiling a little.

Sam nodded and wrapped his arms around Will's neck as the two left. Once the door closed, Will turned his attention to Sam and kissed his forehead. "Now about that tummy ache…"