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"Mom?"

Rachel smiled at her youngest child and set aside the piece of music she had been looking over. Evan was giving her a pleading look with wide eyes that she knew he had learned from her. Rachel now understood why Finn complained about Rachel's pouting. She could never say no when Evan did it. Maybe it was because he was the youngest, or perhaps it was because he was just the sweetest little boy—whatever the reason, Rachel wasn't often able to tell Evan no. Even now, when he was ten years old, those puppy dog eyes still got her.

"What's up, Evan?" Pulling him close, Rachel ruffled his thick, curly hair and kissed his forehead. Whether he liked it or not, he was still her baby boy. Lucky for Rachel, Evan seemed to be willing to put up with it.

Evan rubbed the back of his neck and then tugged on a lock of his unruly hair. "Momma, I think I need a haircut."

Rachel gasped and clapped her hands together. She had been trying to convince Evan to get a haircut for the past month and a half. Finn was about ready to sit Evan's butt down in a chair and cut his hair himself. The mop of curls on Evan's head was almost covering his eyes, but Evan had been stubbornly refusing to get a haircut.

"Oh, of course! I'll call Robert and we can schedule you an appointment right away. If we're lucky, we can probably get you in late this afternoon—" Rachel stopped her rambling about the hairdresser she had had for years when Evan tugged on her sleeve.

"Actually, Momma, can we go to the barber where Daddy and Uncle Puck go?"

Rachel's brow furrowed. Abby and Ellie went to the salon that Rachel had been going to ever since she had graduated from NYADA, and Scott had even gone until he decided at age twelve that he wanted to go the barber like his dad. She had expected that Evan would eventually refuse to go the salon anymore, but she hadn't thought it would happen this early.

"Sure," Rachel finally said. "Let me put this music away and then we can head out. We don't need to make an appointment there."

Ten minutes later, Rachel was attempting to fit a knit cap over Evan's curly hair. It practically felt like sub-zero temperatures in the middle of the harsh New York City winter, and Rachel refused to let any of her children out of the house until they were properly bundled up.

"Can I ask what kind of haircut you wanted to get?" Rachel inquired as she handed Evan a pair of mittens.

Evan dutifully pulled the mittens onto his hands and then attempted to adjust the hat on top of his head. "I wanted to get a haircut like Uncle Puck's."

Rachel froze with her scarf halfway around her neck. "You mean like the style that Uncle Noah had for the Christmas party? That's the kind of cut you're talking about, right?" Puck had kept his hair completely buzzed ever since he had married Quinn all those years ago. Just recently, however, Puck had grown his hair out enough for a faint Mohawk to be visible. Since he worked at the music store with Finn, there wasn't too much concern about it looking unprofessional as long as it didn't get too ridiculous.

Evan gave his mother a look that clearly stated she was being silly. "Of course not, Mom," he huffed. "I want a Mohawk!"

"My son can't have a Mohawk!" Rachel bemoaned. "There is no way—in this lifetime or the next—that I will allow one of my sons to have a Mohawk like my cousin!"

Finn was wise enough to hide his chuckle. "Rachel," he began, but she didn't let him continue.

"It will look ridiculous! Ridiculous, Finn!" Rachel huffed and planted a hand on her hips, pausing in the middle of the bedroom before she resumed her pacing once again. "I refuse to allow Evan to get a Mohawk. And don't look at me like that, Finn Hudson. I wouldn't allow Scott to get a Mohawk, either. I don't care that he's nineteen. Scott isn't allowed to get an absurd haircut, and neither is Evan."

"Okay." Finn stood up and caught Rachel by the arms on her next turnaround. Before she could protest, Finn pulled her close and planted a heated kiss on her lips that left her breathless. She looked dazed when Finn pulled away, and her eyes were cloudy and heavy with passion. Finn was quite pleased with himself, he had to admit.

"I'm sure Evan doesn't really want a Mohawk," Finn assured his wife. "This is probably just a phase. Give it a few days, and he'll forget all about it."

Rachel huffed again, but it was much less indignant this time. She relaxed enough to lean into Finn's chest, and he wrapped his arms around her. "Fine," she grumbled against his shirt.

This time, Finn did laugh. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head before he pulled back enough to look at her. "Now how about I make you forget about all of this, too?" With that, Finn scooped Rachel up into his arms and deposited her on their bed. She squealed with laughter and accepted his kisses as he climbed on top of her.

However, it was two days later when Puck sat down at their kitchen table and said, "So, Berry-Hudson. I hear your kid wants to be a badass like his uncle."

Rachel whacked her older cousin on the back of his head. "Noah Puckerman! How many times have I told you not to use that language around my children?"

Puck ignored her and ruffled Evan's hair. "What do you say, little man? Let's go get your hair cut!"

"Finn!" Rachel shrieked.

Finn looked up from the history project he was helping Ellie complete. She patted her father's hand sympathetically. Finn kissed the top of his daughter's head before he went into the kitchen to smooth things over.

By some miracle, Finn had gotten Evan to agree to a normal haircut. His unruly mop of curls had been shortened, and his desire for a haircut like Uncle Puck's had soon been forgotten. Rachel couldn't shake it, however. There must have been a reason that Evan wanted a Mohawk, and as Rachel well knew, she couldn't say no.

So it was one day when the kids had off that Rachel pulled Evan into the bathroom, plopped him down in front of the mirror, and started combing gel through his hair until it was standing up and resembling a Mohawk. Scott, who was home from NYU for a long weekend, watched in amusement as Evan gleefully inspected his new haircut.

"This is so awesome Mom!" Evan exclaimed. "Scott, can I do your hair too?"

Scott's hair was quite a bit shorter than Evan's, but he still had enough to slick into a faux Mohawk. "Sure, buddy," Scott said. He sat in front of the mirror and let Evan slick his hair with gel for fifteen minutes before Rachel finally took the bottle away from him.

By that time, Abby, Ellie, and Finn had appeared in the doorway of the bathroom. Nudging his oldest son out of the chair, Finn took his place and asked, "It's my turn now, right?"

Evan immediately asked Abby if he could borrow some of her gel, and Rachel laughed. Bending down, she kissed her husband's cheek before she went to go find her camera. Someone definitely had to take a picture of this.

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