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"Hello Rayden, did you find it ok?" Kurt asks as he opens his front door and waves me inside.

"Hey Kurt. Yeah I did, thanks," I say as I walk in and drop my sleeping bag and backpack next to the pile of others in the foyer. I follow him into the living room and see that I'm the last person to arrive. "Sorry for the wait guys, I wanted to feed Chord and bathe him before I left for the night," I explain, getting a bunch of confused looks from the gleeks who still aren't caught up to speed about my kiddo.

"Who's Chord?" Brittany questions in confusion from her spot snuggled into Quinn's side with Quinn's arm snugly thrown over her shoulder. I know the others were wanting to ask and I smirk at their cowardice.

"He's my son Britt," I say, holding my breath for everyone's reactions.

"Ok, cool," she tells me with a shrug, leaning further into Quinn.

"Wait, hold up. Son?" Mercedes questions wearily from her spot beside Kurt and Finn. I sit beside Santana and casually lean my head on her shoulder before nodding my affirmative.

"How do you have a son?" Kurt asks.

"Well Kurt, when a man and a woman-"

"I didn't mean it that way!" Kurt squeals, stopping my explanation in it's tracks. "I meant...well...I..." he trails off, not exactly knowing how to word his question.

"What he means is where's your baby mama?" Mercedes jumps in bluntly and I tense. Santana shoots me a confused look, seeing as I've yet to tell her much about Erica, while Noah looks at me sympathetically from just knowing the little that he does know.

"She's not in the picture," is all I say shortly, and Mercedes looks like she's going to question me further until Tina jumps in with a different question.

"How old is he, Ray? He can't be too old unless you had him at thirteen." I chuckle at that and give her a grateful smile as I answer her.

"Na, he's not. He was actually born on my sixteenth birthday, which was on May 31st, so he's a little over three months old now."

"Aww! So he's still tiny then," Tina coos excitedly and I just chuckle and nod.

"He's super tiny Tina," Quinn says causing Britt to look over at her with a pout.

"I wanna see the baby. How come you've seen him and I haven't," Britt asks Quinn, pout still firmly in place.

"He brought him over to game night on Monday," Quinn answers, and when Britt's pout only deepens she tries again. "I'm sorry baby, but I'm sure Ray will let you see him anytime you want." This causes Britt to smile and peck Quinn's lips quickly before turning to me expectantly. Santana and Quinn are both glaring at me now as if they really expect me to tell Brittany no while knowing how important of a person she is to Santana, but even if it weren't for that reason there's still really no need anyways 'cause it's damn near impossible to tell Brittany no as it is. I mean I've only been here a week and I already know that.

"Of course you can B. Just say when. And I might even bring him to a couple of practices in the future if you guys wouldn't mind," I say. This causes everyone to start agreeing and asking things all at once, and it makes me insanely happy to have everyone accept Chord with no fuss.

"Ok! I'm bored bitches so lets bring out the alcohol," Santana says loudly, interrupting everyone's agreements and questions. Everyone gets quiet as Finn, Kurt, and Noah get up to bring the drinks and food into the living room from the kitchen.

"Who wants to play truth or dare?" Finn asks once everyone's seated again and we all have our drinks.

"I'm down," I say with a half shrug because Santana's now the one leaning on me and I don't want to dislodge her head. Everyone else agrees and we have Finn start off since it was his suggestion.

"Ok...Mike. Truth or dare?"

"Um...lets go with a dare," he says cautiously.

"I dare you to go next door to Susan's house in only your boxers and ask to borrow some whipped cream," Finn tells him with a smirk and I can't help but be impressed. That's pretty evil.

"Damn it," Mike groans out quietly as he stands and strips. I can see Tina unabashedly roaming her eyes over his body and licking her lips, and I chuckle quietly. Everyone rushes to the windows to look and we all burst into laughter as we see him almost sprinting back to the house, whipped cream in his hand a few minutes later.

"So..." Noah drawls, waiting for a beet red Mike to speak as he drops the whipped cream on the couch and begins to pull his clothes back on.

"She asked if she could join," he squeaks out in embarrassment. Tina huffs angrily at that but smiles as Mike hides himself in her shoulder with a mortified groan as soon as he's fully dressed and seated. I take a swig of my beer to hide my grin as we wait for Mike to pick a person.

"Artie. Truth or dare?" Mike finally asks without fully emerging from Tina's shoulder.

"Truth," Artie says quickly.

"Are you a virgin?" Mike questions.

"No," Artie tells us with a shy smile. "Kurt. Truth or dare?"

"I'm actually kind of afraid to pick either one," Kurt mutters out wearily before closing his eyes and thinking. "Truth."

"Did you and Finn ever contemplate breaking up because of your parents?" Artie questions, leaning forward in his chair. Everyone but me mimics his position as we wait for an answer. I'm just confused.

"Honestly, yes...but then our parents sat us down and told us that they weren't expecting it seeing as we were in a relationship for close to six months already before they even got together," Kurt answers as Finn pulls him into his side with a small smile.

"Wait, so you two are together?" I ask in surprise.

"Yup. We've been together since freshman year, but we're not out at school yet," Finn says with a sad smile. I can tell that it's a sore subject for him so I let it drop with a quick smile and a nod.

"Brittany," Kurt says.

"Dare," Brittany answers immediately without a single thought.

"I dare you to give Rayden a lap dance," Kurt says and before the words are even fully out of his mouth Santana and Quinn are glaring daggers at him, and I'm trying to contain my smile, cause I mean...c'mon! It's a free lapdance and Britt's hot. But I also don't wanna die either. Apparently Kurt does though 'cause my God if looks could kill he'd be dead three times over by now.

"Ok!" Britt says excitedly as she jumps up and rushes over to me. Someone begins playing 'Down on Me' by Jerimiah and then she begins grinding on me. By the time the song is over Santana and Quinn are livid, and I'm again trying to control my smile as well as my mini friend down below. I'm to young to die and I have a kid to take care of.

"That was hot," Noah murmurs and then yelps loudly in pain as Quinn socks him hard in the arm. I hold in my laughter at him as to not draw attention to myself. No sudden movements and I should be ok.

"Ray!" Brittany calls excitedly.

"Yes, B?" I question.

"Truth or dare silly?"

"Truth."

"Is it true that you like Santi? You know, as more than a friend?" She questions innocently, blinking over at me with wide baby-blues. I narrow my eyes at her playfully, letting her know that I know what she's doing and I'm not buying it, but she just turns up her innocent factor (Which I didn't think would even be possible) and winks quickly at me. It's then that I glance around the room to see everyone staring at me, and when I lock eyes with Santana I can see barely concealed hope and excitement swirling in her own. To everyone else but Brittany, Quinn, and I Santana almost looks bored but I know better, and it's not just because I feel her tensed and ready at my side while she waits on my answer to her best friend's question.

"Yup," I answer casually with a soft smile on my face, not wanting to make a big deal out of it in front of so many people. I hear Britt squeal in the background excitedly, but my eyes never leave Santana's now beaming face.

"Ray it's your turn," Noah calls out and I reluctantly look away from Santana. I grab her hand loosely (So she can pull away if she wants) and she instantly tangles our fingers together and tightens her hold.

"Noah. Truth or Dare?" I ask through the huge ass grin on my face. It's insane the kinds of reactions she can get out of me by doing the smallest of things.


"Hey. What are you doing out here?" Santana questions tiredly through a yawn as she walks out onto the back porch where I'm sitting. It's around four in the morning and she looks like she just woke up, which is adorable. She's also wearing a pout, seeing as I was her cuddle buddy when she went to sleep a few hours ago. It's one of the cutest sights (Besides Chord obviously) that I've ever had the pleasure of seeing.

"I couldn't sleep," I tell her honestly as I look back at the stars with a goofy smile.

"Are you ok?" she asks as she sits beside me on the porch swing. My entire body fills up with elation and giddiness at her concern for me.

"Yeah. I'm just thinking."

"About...?" she prompts. I smile slightly as I think of what to tell her. I finally decide to go with the cliff-notes version of the truth.

"Chord, you, Broadway, New York, Erica, my best friend from New York, my dads, and that's basically it."

"Holy shit. It's no wonder you can't sleep with all that running around in your head," she breaths out in surprise. I chuckle at her and wrap my arm around her shoulder, pulling her tighter into my side when I feel her shiver in the cool air. "You said me...What about me?"

"A lot of things, but mainly about whether or not you'd say yes to going on a date with me."

"I would, you know? Say yes if you asked me," she tells me bashfully and I grin.

"So will you? Go on a date with me on Sunday?" I ask excitedly.

"Hmm...I don't know, I might have other plans," she answers and my smile instantly falters. She notices my quickly arising sullen expression and chuckles softly before kissing my cheek. "I'm joking you doofus. Of course I'll go out with you on Sunday."

"That was mean," I say, trying to pout but failing because of my giant smile that's threatening to break free and take over my entire face.

"I think you'll live," she mocks as another shiver runs through her. I wordlessly take off my leather jacket and hold it out for her to put on. "I'm fine...Ray seriously I'm ok...Ugh! Fine," she finally sighs out after she realizes that I'm not taking no for an answer.

"Thank you," I say, kissing the top of her head as we snuggle back together, her head on my shoulder with her arm around my waist and my arm around her shoulders.

"I should be the one telling you that," she points out. We sit in comfortable silence after that for so long that I think Santana fell asleep again, but she breaks the silence with another question. "Who's Erica?"

"Erica? She's...Erica is...I...I guess to put it simply she's Chord's egg donor," I fumble out my response with a sigh.

"What happened with her? I mean obviously I know it's something bad, otherwise she'd still be in his life and you wouldn't freeze up whenever she's mentioned." I take a deep breath as I stare up at the sky, and I guess I'm quiet for a while because she lifts up to turn and stare at me. She looks like she's going to speak again but I beat her to it, still staring at the stars.

"She didn't want to be his mom but she did want him in her life, so she wanted to give him to her sister and her husband because they can't have kids. I didn't want that. I wanted my son to be exactly that, my son. Not some kid that I could visit on the weekends that would call me Ray. We fought over that for basically her entire pregnancy, and I finally couldn't take it anymore so we broke up around seven months in. I quit trying to make her see it my way and told her as we were breaking up that I wasn't giving him up. She told me that I didn't get a say anyway, so it didn't matter that I didn't agree with it."

"That's bullshit," Santana says in anger and disbelief. I smile sadly at the sky before taking a deep breath and continuing.

"I know that now, but I didn't then. I was a mess for days before my dads got back from their trip and reassured me that I had a say. We hired a lawyer and went about everything that was necessary, and then once Chord was born I refused to sign my rights away. We then moved here to get away from them not to long after Chord was released from the hospital, and the rest is history," I tell her, purposefully leaving out some things that she didn't really need to know about.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," Santana whispers and I finally look at her and smile gently.

"Thank you. It's fine though. All that matters now is that I have Chord permanently and Erica does not," I say as Santana snuggles back into me and we watch the sun rise together quietly.

There ya go. I hope you enjoyed it and thank you lots for reading. Please review in that pretty little box below. Also I'm thinking about giving Puck a love interest, so who would you rather see him with? Sam, Mercedes, an OC, or no one? Lets me know peas.