AN: Less changes to this chapter but there were still some changes. Hopefully you enjoy them and thank you again for readin'!

Disclaimer: Even though I often used to wish it was, Glee's not mine


"Can you repeat that please?" Noah asks in utter confusion as he continues to stare back and forth between me and Chord in his car-seat.

"He's my son, Noah," I say again as I walk over to the baby and gently lift him from his seat and Noah looks so shocked that it's laughable. "Hey baby boy. Daddy told you he'd come back and see you at lunch time, didn't he? Yes he did," I coo at him as I calmly wait for my friend to come out of his shock.

"He hasn't eaten yet. I was saving that for you," Daddy tells me as he continues to prepare lunch for the big people.

"Thanks Daddy," I say as I head over to the fridge and pull out a bottle of pre-made formula. I pop it in the microwave for a few moments and then make sure that it's the right temperature before sitting down at the table Noah's now sitting at and beginning to feed him.

"He's so tiny," Noah says in awe as he watches him eat with rapt attention.

"That's 'cause he's only a little over three months old, and also 'cause he was born pre-maturely," I explain as I keep an eye on how much he's eaten so far.

"So how exactly did this happen?" Noah questions still in his shock, and I'm fixing to make a smartass remark but he stops me before I can. "And you know what I mean so don't be a smartass," he growls out and I chuckle. I forgot how well we know each other, even after all this time apart.

"Well...I was in this relationship with a girl named Erica, who was seventeen at the time we got together, for around a year or so before she ended up pregnant. She decided to carry the baby to term, thank Moses, but then she was going to give he or she up for adoption," I begin to explain as I stop feeding Chord to burp him. "She made this decision entirely by herself, and even though I was only fifteen at the time I wanted my kid so I told her so. We started arguing about it almost constantly after that, and we eventually broke up because of it. Even though we weren't together anymore I was still always around her because of Chord though, and then when she went into labor a month early I nearly had a heart attack. She immediately waived her parental rights as soon as she could, and when the adoption lawyers looked to me to sign next I told them that they could go fuck themselves before going to the nursery to check on my kid." I explain bitterly.

"Damn bro, that must've been harsh," Noah comments as he continues to alternate between watching me and watching Chord.

"Oh it was," Daddy jumps in as he places our food in front of us before sitting down at the table with his own plate.

"Yeah, it was...Is. We then made the decision as a family before he was even born that once Chord was safely out of the hospital we'd come back here with him. Just for the fact that Erica and her family were, and most likely still are, super pissed that I didn't wave my rights like they had expected of me. They don't know that we're from here, and as far as I'm aware they don't know that we've moved back either," I say as I set Chord in his seat on the floor once he's finally done and begin to eat myself.

"Wait...Why were they so mad that you didn't wave your rights to him? I mean he's your son, and it's not like they wanted him?" Noah questions with his brows knitted firmly together as he tries to follow along and understand.

"They're so angry because Erica promised him to her older sister and her husband, who can't have kids. They all told me that it wasn't my decision whether or not I got to keep him, cause Erica didn't want to be his mother. She wanted him in her life, but she didn't want the responsibilities that being his mother would bring. I also personally don't even know why they were so surprised when I told them to fuck off, 'cause it's not like they hadn't known my stance on everything since day one."

"Damn bro. That's some fucked up shit," Noah says around a mouthful of burger. This causes me to roll my eyes and shoot him a look at his lack of manners and we decide to change the subject to lighter topics for the rest of the meal.

"Can I hold him?" Noah asks as we head into the living room for the last few minutes that we have to enjoy before we have to head back to the school.

"Of course dude. Go to uncle Noah, Monkey," I coo out as I gently hand him over, and as I watch one of my oldest and best friends hold and stare at my son in awe and adoration for the first time, I can't help but pull out my phone and snap a quick picture to capture this memorable moment forever in time.


"Where were you during lunch?" Santana questions me almost as soon as I walk into our shared sixth period. I just raise an amused eyebrow at her before grinning and taking the seat beside her.

"Why? Miss me?" I tease and at her scowl (Which is totally fake by the way) I tell her the truth. "I had some things to take care of at home."

"That's cool...I guess," she says, having not expected that particular answer, and I laugh. "Shut up ya ass," she grumbles out with an adorable glare aimed at me and I have to hold back my fond grin.

"Oh I know," I tell her with a smirk instead before we then fall into a comfortable silence as we pretend to pay attention to the teacher droning on and on up front about the usual basic first day b.s.

"Are you trying out for the football team?" She questions suddenly after about ten minutes of silence between us.

"Oh, um...no. I'm not. I am thinking about auditioning for the glee club after school though," I tell her with a small smile.

"You hesitated," she quickly points out while pointing at me accusingly and I curse in my head.

"Huh?" I ask, deciding to try and play dumb.

"When I asked if you were trying out for football, you hesitated with your answer," she tells me and I frown. Damn. She's good.

"Look...I love the sport and am really good at it, but I'm still undecided on whether or not to join the team. I'm leaning more towards no, so that's why I said it." I finally explain.

"Why the hells not? You needs all the extra street cred you can get yourself if you're joining the freakin' glee club," she tells me with a scoff, and I have to stop my laughter at the way she says it.

"I'll think about it," I tell her with another small smile and a wink before finally paying real attention to the teacher when he decides to finally start a real assignment.


"Hey Berry!" I hear from down the hall and I sigh. These dudes are going to give me trouble the entire year, I can just feel it. I turn away from the conversation I'm having with a random, and pretty hot, Cheerio to see what they want.

"Yes, fellers?" I ask in an (obviously fake) overenthusiastic tone.

"I hear you're good on the field," Karofsky starts off and I'm wary of where this is going but I nod anyway. "We need all the good people we can get, so join the team," he demands and there's almost a pleading in his voice. I think about it for a few moments before an idea begins to form in my head.

"I will...," I begin slowly and they both visibly brighten, "on one condition," I finish and laugh in my head at how quickly they both deflate.

"What?" Azimio questions me hesitantly while exchanging a weary look with Karofsky.

"If I join then you need to leave the glee club alone," I demand. Noah told me over lunch about the treatment that they receive and it pisses me off. They both look like they're about to protest, so I cut them off before they have the chance. "Look, I don't care what your opinion is or what you have to say about it, it's no dice if it doesn't happen. You stop bullying the glee club, and you get one of the best running-backs in the state. You don't stop it...well, then you don't get me. It's as easy as that," I tell them simply with a small shrug before walking past them and towards the choir room for the glee meeting and my audition.

"Fine!" Karofsky shouts after me as I walk and I smirk smugly.

"I knew you'd see it my way boys," I casually throw over my shoulder as I continue on my way, not bothering to spare them another glance as I reach my destination.

"Ok guys, so we need to talk members," Mr. Shue says as he walks into the choir room. He immediately stops speaking and walking when he sees me sitting next to Noah and Santana on the top of the risers and I laugh lightly at the confusion all over his face. "Hi, and you are?" He asks me politely.

"Rayden Berry sir," I say as I stand up and make my way towards him at the front of the room. "Noah told me earlier today that I had to audition to join, so I'm ready whenever you are." I tell him and Shue just blinks at me a few times in surprise before his entire face lights up like a spoilt kid on Christmas.

"Yeah! Absolutely! This is great. Just start whenever you're ready," he tells me hurriedly as he takes a seat next to a really tall dude. I walk over to where my guitar is laying in wait for me and grab it up before turning and facing the club.

"Ok, so as I'm sure you just heard me say to Mr. Shue, my name's Rayden Berry. I was talking about a rough time I went through with an ex-girlfriend to Noah earlier today, and that conversation reminded me of a song I wrote a while back towards the end of our almost two year relationship. I'm gonna play it for you, and I hope you guys enjoy it," I tell them confidently as I begin plucking the opening intro on the guitar.

Tomorrow I'm gonna leave here
I'm gonna let you go and walk away like every day I said I would
And tomorrow, I'm gonna listen
To that voice of reason inside my head telling me that we're no good

But tonight I'm gonna give in one last time
Rock you strong in these arms of mine
Forget all the regrets that are bound to follow
We're like fire and gasoline
I'm no good for you
You're no good for me
We only bring each other tears and sorrow
But tonight, I'm gonna love you like there's no tomorrow

Tomorrow I'll be stronger
I'm not gonna break down and call you up when my heart cries out for you
And tomorrow, you won't believe it,
But when I pass your house,
I won't stop no matter how bad I want to

But tonight I'm gonna give in one last time
Rock you strong in these arms of mine
Forget all the regrets that are bound to follow
We're like fire and gasoline
I'm no good for you
You're no good for me
We only bring each other tears and sorrow
But tonight, I'm gonna love you like there's no tomorrow

Baby when we're good, you know we're great
But there's too much bad for us to think that there's anything worth trying to save

But tonight I'm gonna give in one last time
Rock you strong in these arms of mine
Forget all the regrets that are bound to follow
We're like fire and gasoline
I'm no good for you
You're no good for me
We only bring each other tears and sorrow
But tonight, I'm gonna love you like there's no tomorrow

Tomorrow, I'm gonna leave here
I'm gonna let you go and walk away like every day I said I would

Once I'm done singing it's super quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pen drop and it stays like that for almost a whole minute. I'm beginning to get self-conscious and a tab bit anxious before someone finally speaks up to put me out of my misery.

"Hot damn, that was absolutely amazing," Kurt whispers out in awe before he starts clapping enthusiastically. The rest of the group finally snaps out of their own shock at his outburst and are quick to follow his example, and I finally let out the breath that I had been holding in since the end of my performance.

"Kurt's right Rayden, that was fantastic!" Mr. Shue tells me as he claps me on the shoulder.

"Thank you," I say humbly before heading back towards my seat.

"That was hot," I hear Santana mutter to Brittany and Quinn as I get closer, and I can't stop my smirk as I hear it. Once I'm finally seated again I fist bump Noah before focusing my attention on Mr. Shue and what he has to say about sectionals.


"COD at mine tonight bro," Noah tells me once glee's over.

"Who's all going to be there?" I question, knowing that if I go then Chord will be coming too.

"My boy Finn, Santana, and Quinn," Noah says and I stop walking to look over at him in disbelief with a laugh.

"Did you just say Santana and Quinn?" I question in amusement.

"Yeah, I did. They're freaking sick bro. Trust me."

"Alright, but you do know that if I go-"

"When you come," Noah interrupts me and I roll my eyes at him.

"Whatever. You know that Chord's coming with me right? I mean I could get my dads to watch him, but I won't. I miss him enough during school as it is, and now add on glee and football," when I mention football Noah's face brightens in excitement, "after school and I'm already feeling the pain of baby withdraws," I semi joke.

"That's cool dude, I figured that'd be the case anyway. Are you comfortable with letting other people know about him, though?" he asks me in concern and I look at him in complete confusion.

"I'm not ashamed of my son Noah, so no I don't have any problems with other people knowing about him."

"Are you sure? Cause this morning...?" He questions, referring to when I told him that what he sees and learns at my house stays at my house.

"It's a long story and it's still a very sore topic. I also have to be careful on who gets close to us because of Erica," I say with a shrug as we make it to our cars.

"Ok. So I'll see you at five?" Noah asks, hope and excitement shining in his eyes.

"Yeah Jewbro, I'll see you then," I tell him with a small grin before hopping into my jeep with a wave and making my way home.

"How was the rest of your day?" Daddy asks as soon as I walk into the living room. I don't answer him immediately as I walk over and scoop Chord out of his bouncer to kiss all over his face and cause him to squeal in excitement.

"It was good. I decided to join the football team along with the glee club. This means I'm going to continue my lunch trips home, cause I really don't think I can go that long consecutively without seeing my monkey man," I start telling him and end up cooing the rest to Chord.

"That's fine son. I'm just glad you've changed your mind about them both," he tells me as he stands from the couch and walks into the kitchen.

"Well, you and Dad are right. I am still a teenager. And also when I thought about it not many parents are as awesome as you guys, so if you want me to continue with show-choir and football then who am I to say no," I say as I follow him. I accept the glass of water he offers me and chug over half of it before following him back into the living room.

"This is true. We're also a little selfish in wanting you to continue though, 'cause we enjoy going to your competitions and games and seeing you in them just as much as you enjoy performing and playing in them," he tells me with a teasing smirk.

"Thaaaanks," I say with a playfully dramatic eyeroll and a glare that holds no weight seeing as I can't seem to keep the grin that keeps trying to pop up off of my face. "Oh! I told Noah I'd go play videogames with him today, and I was wondering if that was ok?" I ask as soon as I remember I'm supposed to have plans.

"Do you need us to watch Chord?"

"No I'ma take him. I want Ruth, Jake, and Sarah to meet him, and I also missed him like crazy today and I don't want to be separated from him anymore if I don't have to," I say as I stand up.

"I don't see any harm in that, just please let me know when you get there and when you're leaving," he tells me as he begins channel surfing, looking for something to watch.

"I can do that Pops. Thanks," I say as I head upstairs with baby boy to get ready. I change out of my school clothes and pull on a pair of purple and black basketball shorts, a black muscle shirt,and a pair of black flip-flops. I brush my hair back from my face and cover it with my purple NY snapback and then I trade out my contacts for my black framed nerd glasses. Then once I'm done with myself I pick up Chord from his spot on my bed (Surrounded by a mountain of pillows) and head into his nursery to get his things ready.

After fixing his diaper bag, which includes everything he's going to need for at least a few hours, I redress him into a black pajama onesie with different colored monkeys all over it and strap him into his car-seat with his blanket and his purple stuffed dragon. Then I make sure I'm not forgetting anything before grabbing him and his things and heading downstairs to tell my daddy bye.


I feel like I made less changes to this chapter, but there are still changes. This means I need to know if I'm making the right changes. Hopefully I am. Please drop a review below to let me know!