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"Daddy?"

Finn looked down at his five year old son as they walked down the street back towards their apartment. Seeing the look on the little boy's face, Finn moved to the side and knelt down in front of him.

"What's up, buddy?" Finn asked.

Scott looked up at Finn with big, worried eyes identical to his mother's. "Do we have to tell Momma about what happened?"

Finn chuckled. "Scott, I think your mom is going to figure out that something's up when she sees that you're home from school early. You know that she's home with Abby right now."

Scott let out a sigh and looked down at the ground, his little brow furrowed. "I just don't want her to be mad at me."

"She won't be mad," Finn said. He set his hands on his son's shoulders. Finn felt bad for the little guy, but he was in trouble and he knew it. "But you know that's she's going to be a little upset. You shouldn't be getting into fights at school."

"I know, Daddy," Scott said. "I just—"

Finn chuckled again. "You don't have to explain it to me. Don't tell your mom, but I've gotten into a few fights at school."

Scott smiled and nodded his head, readying himself to go back to their apartment and face his mother. Finn followed him, trying to keep the smile off his face. Rachel would kill him if she saw that he was smiling when their son get sent home early for fighting.

Rachel was surprised when the door opened to reveal her husband and their son. They both weren't due home for another couple of hours. Checking on Abby to make sure that she was okay in her playpen, Rachel stood to meet them at the door.

She greeted Finn with a kiss and then looked down at Scott, who was staring at the floor. Rachel shared a look with her husband before she put a hand on her son's messy hair. "What's going on, Scott?"

"I…" The little boy rubbed his shoe on the ground. "I got in trouble today."

"You got in trouble?" Rachel looked up at Finn with an alarmed look, but he just nodded his head and placed a supportive hand on Scott's shoulder. "What happened, sweetie?"

Scott looked up at Rachel with his big brown eyes. "I got into a fight, Momma."

"A fight?" Rachel's eyes widened in surprise. "Scott, what happened?"

A little pout formed on Scott's face. "Walter was being mean."

"That's not how we respond when people are mean," Rachel said gently. She felt Finn press a hand between her shoulders, offering silent support. As always, she leaned into his touch. "I'm glad that you stood up for yourself, but violence is never the answer."

"But Momma!" Scott crossed his little arms over his chest as a stubborn look came onto his face. Finn bit back a chuckle; he had seen that exact look on Rachel's face many times. "Walter was making fun of your job!"

This gave Rachel pause. "What was he saying?" Rachel demanded.

Finn immediately tried to interject. "Rach—"

But Finn was ignored. "Scott, what did he say?" Rachel asked again. Finn sighed. Rachel always got very defensive about anything involving the arts, and even more so when it came to her job.

Scott grew quiet and looked down at the ground. "Walter said it was stupid," he mumbled. "He said that singing wasn't a real job." Looking back towards his parents with wide eyes, Scott continued, "But I couldn't let him say that! Momma, you have the best job ever. So I told him to stop. He didn't, so I pushed him."

Rachel looked over her shoulder at Finn, and he rubbed a soothing hand on her back. With Scott's reasoning for getting in the fight, both Rachel and Finn knew that they weren't going to punish him.

Scott was very much like Finn in that way. He was always sticking up for people, no matter what. It warmed Rachel's heart to see Scott like that so early in age. It just proved how wonderful a father Finn was. And Rachel felt an immense sense of motherly pride when she thought about how Scott was sticking up for her. It was the most adorable thing ever.

"Buddy, we understand why you did it, but you can't start a fight every time someone says something mean," Finn said. "The best way to handle it is to just be the bigger person and walk away. That shows more strength than anything else."

Rachel bit her lip to stop an amused smile from forming. She pulled her son close for a hug, kissing his forehead.

"Thank you for sticking up for me, Scott," she said.

Scott patted her cheek with his little hand as he gave her the Hudson half smile. "I love you, Momma."

"I love you too, little man."

With that, Scott ran off to play. Rachel turned around in Finn's arms, finally allowing her laughter to escape. Finn grinned and brought a hand up to cup her cheek, rubbing his calloused thumb over her smooth skin.

"What are you laughing about?" he asked.

"I'm pretty sure that your mother has told me plenty of stories about you getting into fights in high school. And I know for a fact that you and Noah tended to get into fights in college as well." When Finn opened his mother to protest, Rachel said, "Do I have to remind you of the time you got into that fight at the bar because that guy tried to hit on me?"

Finn scowled. It may have been years ago, but he hadn't been happy about the way Rachel had been treated. "I still say that I had a valid reason for that fight."

Rachel laughed and kissed her husband's cheek. "But that was some pretty sound advice you gave to our son."

Finn kissed Rachel's forehead. "Well it's probably about time I listened to the advice my mother gave me."

Rachel giggled and stretched up on her tiptoes to kiss her husband. "You're something else, Finn Hudson."

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! This chapter was based off of a sweet episode of One Tree Hill.