Edit: It was brought to my attention that some of my edits didn't save.

"Sugar, we're going down swinging."

Peyton knocked on the door harshly, "Ryland! Hurry the fuck up! Everyone's already here and I haven't even gotten to shower!"

A huff came from behind the locked door, "Go use the one in moms' room!"

"Oh! I can't believe I hadn't thought of that!" Peyton rolled her eyes, even though her older sister wouldn't see it.

"See, there you go."

"That was sarcasm, dipshit. Mom is in there."

"Peyton! Don't call your sister a dipshit!" Quinn yelled from somewhere in the house.

"How did she even hear that?"

Ryland finally exited the bathroom a few seconds later. Her hair was tied back in a immaculate ponytail with a baby blue scrunchie that corresponded with the rest of her hot weather outfit.

Peyton glared at the young woman, "What were you even doing in there? You look exactly the same?"

Ryland gasped, scandalized, she quickly backed into the bathroom again and slammed the door shut.

"Sleep with your eyes open." Peyton muttered at the locked door.

"Peyton! Stop threatening your sister!"

"What the hell?!" Peyton yelped.

Santana frowned as she left her bedroom, Kaleb sat on her hip, his swim trunks and rashgaurd coincidentally matching Ryland's baby blue outfit.

"Your mom's right. You need to stop threatening your sister with bodily harm when she does somthing you don't like."

Peyton's frown deepened, "It wasn't a threat. It was a suggestion. I'd hate for it to be an unfair fight."

Santana just stared at her youngest daughter, "You know, when Beth dropped you on your head as a baby I didn't really think it would manifest itself into this."

Peyton pouted, "Beth dropped me?!"

"Well, technically it was Quinn and you landed on the bed. Just..head first. In your mother's defense, she didn't know Beth was going to jump onto her stomach. You were on her chest. It was like those big air blob things you see at summer camp on a lake. It was actually kind of funny. You thought it was too while you were in the air. After you landed, not so much."

"And somehow I still love you." Peyton deadpanned. In all honesty, that story made a whole lot of sense.

"I love you too!"

Kaleb tugged on the collar of Santana's shirt lightly, "Build?"

Santana smiled at her youngest, "Yeah, we can build. I think mama moved your legos outside, is that okay?"

Kaleb thought about it for a second then nodded. He didn't care where his legos were as long as he got to use them.

Santana urged Peyton along one more time, before setting off to the backyard.

"You're going to burn a whole through the poor kid's head if you don't stop staring." Puck said as he pushed the meat around the grill some more. He didn't know what he was doing really. But he was precariously watching a YouTube video with instructions. YouTube University to the rescue once again.

"She wants to defile my child. I know this as fact. That's all I was thinking about at that age." Quinn said without breaking her gaze.

"And yet, you remained a virgin until 27. Funny how stuff like that works itself out." Brittany spoke up, she shooed Puck out of the way of the grill and set about fixing things.

"If I lost my virginity at 27, how would I have had Beth? Oh, you were joking." Quinn pouted.

"Got it in one." Brittany's words dripped sarcasm, "I thought you got over that. Marley and I met at 19 and 18, you didn't seem to have a problem about that then."

"I was also 19 and neither you or Marley are my fucking daughter. How would you feel if Maya just suddenly walked into your house claiming your sworn enemy's kid was her mate?"

"I killed all my enemies back in the late 2000's."

"Could you give me two seconds of sincerity, Britt? Please." Quinn's shoulders slumped.

Brittany rolled her eyes, "Is Maya happy in this scenario?"

Quinn looked as though she didn't want to answer that question, "Well...yeah."

"Then I'd be happy for her. Like you should be with Ryland."

Puck nodded along with Brittany's statement, "As far as I can tell, neither Rachel or Taylor are bad people. Ryland is happy. Shouldn't that be all that matters?"

Quinn huffed defeatedly, "Fine. You're right. I'm going to go talk to the kid."

Quinn practically stomped off in the direction of the teenager.

Brittany looked on with a proud smile, "You know, Noah, I think our little girl is finally growing up." She wiped a fake tear from her eye.

"The ribs are burning." A voice stated from the side of them.

"Shit!"

"Oh hey, Sam. When did you get here?"

"Ryland, do you mind if I scare the shit out of your girlfriend? Thank you." Before Ryland could respond, Quinn dragged Taylor away by the arm.

Taylor stood up straighter and puffed out her chest, "Hello, Mrs. Fabray. My name is Taylor Berry-July and I-"

"Look, kid. I don't need all of that. I just need to know a few things. Do you love my daughter?"

"With every single breath I take."

Quinn tried to keep her scowl to a minimum.

"Are you treating her right?"

"I like to think so."

"Are you pressuring her into anything she doesn't want to do?"

"Of course not."

Quinn sighed, "That's...good to hear. Alright, if you end up going all the way with this thing then so be it. Just promise me this, if she ever starts acting like...well, herself and you can't take it anymore, just bring her back. Her mom and I are use to it."

Taylor nodded stiffly then saluted, "You have my word!"

"Did you just sal-you didn't-I'm not..whatever." Quinn took a sip of the beer she had completely forgotten was in her hand.

Taylor began to walk away, but Quinn stopped her, "Hey, Taylor? Tell Rachel I said 'Hi'." Taylor nodded with a smile, then jogged back to the edge of the pool.

Quinn stayed rooted to the spot, almost jumping out of her skin when arms encircled themselves around her waist.

"That was very hot." Santana practically purred into Quinn's ear, "You being all protective. It's a shame we're hosting this little get together, because if we weren't I'd get on my-"

"Okay! Why don't you put a pin in that thought for now, while I go completely submerged myself in the pool for about 5 minutes, yeah?" Quinn shuffled out of her wife's arms frantically.

Santana only laughed hysterically as Quinn awkwardly hobbled to the pool edge then jumped straight in.

"Michael Samuel Evans! You are way too old for me to have to tell you to stop standing on tables." Mercedes shouted up at her son. He had always been a climber. He had given her and Sam multiple heart attacks as a baby.

Michael only smiled charmingly at his mother, then set about continuing to do what he was doing, "Friends, Family! I have an announcement to make!"

He had managed to catch everyone's attention, though most of them probably wanted to see if Cedes would throw a shoe at him to get him down.

"As you all know, I was going to go into my second year of college at Columbia, but what you don't know is that last week I got a call from the Knicks!" He smiled brightly.

The rest of the partygoers clapped enthusiastically.

"But they suck."

"Peyton!"

"I didn't say I'm signing with them. Anyway, but after talking with my 'rents, I've decided to say fuck college and I'm going to declare. I'm signing up for the draft!

"You just couldn't keep it PG, could you?" Mercedes took a long sip of her chilled wine. Michael shook his head with a happy smile.

There's a scraping of a lawn chair against pavement and a dissatisfied huff. No one really notices accept for the people closest.

Quinn moved to go talk to her oldest daughter, but stopped when a hand is placed on her shoulder.

Sam shook his head subtly, "I think I have some uncle-ing to do on this one."

Quinn looked a bit skeptical, but let Sam walk off in Beth's direction nonetheless, "Alright, but come get me if you need me."

"I got this, Q."

Beth had stormed around the house to the front stoop. She sat on the step with a huff. An angry tear hit her cheek just before being forcibly wiped away.

"What's up, Baby B?" Sam sat on the step next to her. He had a feeling he already knew what the problem was, but it wouldn't do him any good to assume and be wrong.

"...I was supposed to be like you and Uncle Puck. But no, that bitch just had to throw herself into my fucking knee!" Beth squeezed her eyes shut to prevent the oncoming spillage of tears. There's an idle throb in her right knee as if to taunt her.

Sam rubbed her back softly, "I know that this is hard for you, Kid. If I knew Mickey had planned on doing that, I would have talked him out of it. You know how he gets."

Beth only shrugged and shook her head, "It's whatever. What's done is done. Peyton commited to NYU. I should be used to it."

"I don't think you should have to get used to your life passing you by. You're not a failure. So, what? You can't play basketball anymore, but that's not all you are. You're a successful youth coach. You just graduated college. You're completely independent of your parents. Those are all things to celebrate."

Beth nodded softly. Sam did have a couple of points, "It's just...hard."

"I know, B, but you're not alone. You've got me, your parents, your siblings, and all of your other family and friends to help."

"Yeah, okay." Beth nodded.

"Now, you want to get back to this party?"

Beth nodded resolutely, "Yeah. Mama said I have to beat Taylor in a game of Chicken Fight to assert my dominance."

Sam only sighed, "Yeah, that sounds about Quinn."

A.N. And just in case it wasn't exactly clear (because I didn't get to mention all of them), here is your offspring breakdown:

Quinn and Santana: Beth Michelle, 22, Alpha, Ryland Brittany, 19, Omega, Peyton Lucy, 18, Omega, Kaleb Zachary, 4, Alpha.

Sam and Mercedes: Michael Samuel, 20, Omega, Addison Santana, 14, Alpha.

Btittany and Marley: Maya (no middle name 'cause her parents are weird), 19, Alpha.

Rachel and Cassandra: Taylor Nicole, 18, Alpha, Jaxxon Aaron, 15, Alpha