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Finn lifted his head from the papers he had been reviewing. It was suspiciously quiet in the music store, which was odd. Even though he currently didn't have any music lessons going on, he did have his one year old son with him. It was never supposed to be this quiet with a toddler around.
Puck was supposed to be watching Scott, so it was even more unusual that it was so quiet. The two of them managed to make a ridiculous amount of noise together. Finn pushed back from his desk and stood up, cautiously approaching the main part of the store.
Just as he stepped out onto the floor, he heard a loud crash come from the set of drums in the corner. Panicking—because God only knew what his year old son was getting into—Finn ran over to the drum set.
But he didn't have to worry. He found little Scott situated on the seat, a bright smile on his face as he banged on the snare drum in front of him. Finn let out a relieved breath and let himself relax.
"Hey buddy," Finn said as he crouched next to the seat. "What are up to?"
"Da!" Scott exclaimed excitedly, reaching one little hand out towards Finn.
Finn grinned and held a finger out, watching as Scott wrapped his fingers around it. It never failed to amaze him and fill him with pride with how happy Scott was to see him. Finn absolutely loved being a father, and he was so glad that he got to do it with Rachel. That was something that he would never stop being thankful for.
"What do you have there?" Finn asked.
Letting out a happy squeal, Scott hit the snare drum with his hand again. He clapped at the sound it made, as if it was the best thing he had ever discovered. Getting a sudden idea, Finn searched around for his drumsticks.
He lifted Scott from the seat and sat down before settling the little boy in his lap. Looking down at his son, he said, "Watch Daddy." He began to tap a gentle beat on the drum with one of his drumsticks, and Scott watched with wide eyes.
With his foot, Finn began to play the bass drum as well. Scott looked down at the ground, listening intently to this new noise. He was completely fascinated by the combined sound of the two different drums.
With his other hand, Finn moved to tap at the cymbals. That new sound caused Scott to let out a squeal and clap his hands in time with the beat.
"You like that one, little man?" Finn asked with a chuckle. "Are you trying to sing like Mommy?"
Scott's head shot up at the mention of his mother. "Ma?"
"Sorry, buddy. Didn't mean to get your hopes up…" Finn trailed off when the bell at the front of the store dinged and then he caught sight of a familiar head of brunette hair. He grinned as Rachel came into view. "Hey, baby. What's up?"
Rachel smiled at him and leaned over to press a kiss to Scott's head and then lifted her head to kiss Finn. "I thought that I would stop by to bring my two favorite boys lunch. What are you two doing?"
Finn tucked his drumsticks out of reach of Scott's curious hands. "It seems that our little troublemaker has found the drums."
"He definitely gets that from you," Rachel said. She crouched down in front of her son. "Do you like music, Scott? Are you going to play drums like Daddy, or are you going to sing like Mommy?"
"I'm pretty sure that he was trying to sing earlier," Finn said. "Scott really seems to like the drums. Isn't that right, buddy?"
Rachel gave him a warm smile, her eyes filled with tenderness. "So you were teaching him how to play the drums?"
"A year might be a little too young for me to be starting him on the drums, Rach," Finn said with a chuckle. "But I was showing them to him."
"Our baby will be a musical genius!" Rachel declared as she lifted Scott into her arms. She began to dance around the music store, singing some song that she made up on the spot. Scott clapped his hands and squealed, almost as if he was trying to sing along with her.
Getting up, Finn decided to dance along with them, ignoring his wife teasing him about his bad dancing. Hopefully, Scott wouldn't be as bad a dancer as him.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading!