A/N: this had been posted and then deleted before (A loooong time ago). I found it on my computer so I reuploaded it. There are some spelling errors, it has not been edited in years.
disclaimer: this is a completely AU situation. It's in the future, where 2 males can have a baby together along with one female. The pairings are sort of scattered, but there is mentions of: samxfinn, samxbrittany, puckxoc, brittanyxsantana and more.
Sam was busy helping his six year old, Ryder, with his math homework at the dining room table. When Sam was his age, he had trouble in school because of his dyslexia, something they share. Ryder gets frustrated easily and usually storms off, resulting in his homework never getting completed; that's why Sam makes sure to put some time away to help his son.
"Yo, Evans!" Puck entered the house, one hand closing the door behind him and the other on his own six year old son's shoulder.
"In the dining room," Sam called back. The second he said that, he heard small feet running on the hardwood. Puck told his son to slow down, but Jake was in too much of a hurry to see his best friend. Jake plopped down in the chair next to the own Sam and Ryder were sharing.
"Hey, Ryder! Wanna play?" Jake asked with big brown eyes. Ryder nodded excitedly, but Sam stopped him by putting a hand on his head.
"After homework."
"But Dad, it's Friday," Ryder pointed out.
"If you don't finish now, you won't do it over the weekend," Sam reminded the dirty blond. Ryder puffed up his cheeks and picked up the pencil. "Besides, if you finish now, you'll have all weekend to hang out with Jake."
Both boys' eyes grew; they shared a look before Jake jumped to his feet. "Finish that homework, Ryder! Go!" Jake cheered him on. Puck chuckled and planted his hands on his shoulders to stop the boy from jumping up and down.
"Don't rush him, Squirt." Jake rolled his eyes at the nickname but sat back down. "How you doin', Evans?"
"Good," Sam shrugged. "Thanks for watching the tikes while I work,"
"No problem, dude," Puck smirked, "Anything for my favorite bro-in-law," Sam chuckled while running a hand through his hair.
"Don't let Kurt hear you say that," Sam sighed. He lifted Ryder up by the armpits before standing and plopping him back down in the chair. "Alright, Bubs, you gunna finish your homework?" Sam asked his son with his hand on his head so Ryder would look him in the eye. Ryder nodded against his hand. "In half an hour?" another nod. "And you're not going to give Uncle Noah any trouble?"
"Noah?" Ryder tilted his head to the side. Sam and Puck laughed.
"Uncle Puck," Sam corrected. Ryder nodded excitedly and continued his homework. "Good. I'm gonna go now; you're going to be okay when I'm gone?"
"Yes, Dad," Ryder whined. Sam rolled his eyes but kissed the boy's forehead through his thick hair.
"Love ya, Bubs."
"Love ya, Dad." Sam smiled, ruffed up Ryder's hair and left the dining room. Puck followed behind while Sam grabbed his jacket off the rack and his keys off the coffee table.
"Why are you leaving so early again?" Puck asked. Sam shrugged into the leather coat and zipped it up halfway.
"Happy Hour starts at 5. I gotta clean up first," Sam explained. Puck nodded and opened the door for him, "Thanks, dude. Make sure Ryder eats by six-thirty…no sweets before then. And he has to take his meds; he should know, but remind him."
"Yeah-yeah, I've done this a million times," Puck waved it off. Sam rolled his eyes. He leaned forward through the doorway to call out to the other room.
"Bye buddy; bye Jake!" Sam called to the boys. He got a few byes back, waved to Puck and trotted down the pathway to his truck in the driveway. He hates leaving Ryder alone; even though Sam trusts Puck—he's right, he's babysat more times than they could both count—Sam still worries. He knows how Ryder gets when his dad isn't around; he gets all hyped up, paranoid even, and freaks out on whoever is with him. Puck's usually able to calm him down, but Sam does it better.
The moment Sam was in the truck, his phone rang. "Hello?" He started the engine and was about to drive away when a small voice spoke.
"Daddy?" Sam looked up at the house through the windshield. He smiled brightly when he saw Ryder's face pressed against the window of the living room. "Come home soon, 'kay?"
"I will, babe. Love you."
"I love you, Daddy…shut up, Jake, you call Uncle Puck, Papa still!" Sam chuckled; he could see Ryder arguing with his friend through the window before he hung up. Sam shook his smiling head; at least now he can leave on a better note than a distracted 'love ya' back.
Halfway across town, Finn was just arriving home from the Garage. It has been officially his for a little over twelve years. Burt had taken an early retirement, though he still likes to help out around the shop, and left it in Finn's now capable hands. Earlier, they had their doubts, but Finn's shown that he can handle it and more.
The second he closed the door, he could hear movement from upstairs. Soon, two bodies were flying down the stairs and crashed into him. Finn laughed as he hung onto his daughters. Harmony was born a few months before Finn got the shop and Marley came three years later. It wasn't easy being a single dad of two growing girls, but he manages. Especially with help.
"Were you two good for Aunt Brittany?" Finn asked with one hand on each his daughters' heads. They both nodded. Marley started climbing her father, making him chuckle and cling onto her while Harmony tugged on his hand. Even though she wants to act all mature and older, she still is a Daddy's girl. "Yeah, baby?"
"Can Aunt Brittany stay longer?" Harmony asked with big blue eyes. Finn agreed with a kiss on her forehead. "Great, because she's already eating dinner." That shouldn't be surprising.
"In here!" A muffled voice said. Finn knew Brittany had her mouth full. Finn placed Marley on the ground.
"Alright. All aboard the Hudson Express," Finn told them. The girls smiled brightly and wrapped their arms around each of his legs. Being strong and tall, Finn could walk with their weight on him without too much effort. They were getting older though and his back isn't as tough as it used to be. He's less bendy, more cracky. "Dang, you guys are getting' fat." He joked.
"Daddy!" Marley hid her face in his leg while Harmony laughed. They were nine and six; soon, they'll be riding around in cars, not his legs. Finn liked to take advantage of every moment he can while they're still young.
Finn 'carried' his girls into the kitchen were Brittany was sitting on the counter. She was swinging her legs with a bowl of chili in her hand and a spoon in her mouth, "Hello," It sounded more like a dog saying hello than a human, but Finn didn't care.
"How you doin' Brit?" Finn asked before kissing her temple. Brittany shrugged.
"Alright, I guess," She winked down at Marley, who giggled. The six year old removed herself from Finn's leg and climbed up onto the counter to sit on Brittany's lap. She may be getting older, but she still acts young. Maybe that's why she connects with Brittany so much. "How was the shop?"
"Good," Finn limped over to the fridge, the weight of his legs uneven without Marley. He took out the milk and brought it to his lips before Harmony stopped him. "Who's the parent, me or you?"
"Me," Harmony crinkled her nose up at him. "No drinking out of the carton."
"Can I waterfall it?" Finn asked with a challenging smile and an eyebrow in the air. Harmony mimicked the face, making Brittany laugh.
"Cup, mister." Finn saluted his daughter and got a cup from the cabinet.
"Ey'-Ey', Cap'n," Finn tickled the back of her neck, making her burst into laughs and fall off his leg. Finn smiled at her when Harmony blew the hair away from her face. She wasn't laughing anymore, but it was hard taking her stern face so seriously. She looked so much like her mother.
"Hey; that wasn't nice."
"Then why are you smiling?" Finn bent down to her level. Harmony's mouth twitched at the corners; she clapped her hands over her mouth as her eyes widened.
"I'm not smiling."
"Uh-huh," Finn rubbed his nose against her scrunched up one, making her giggle. "Hey, Brit, did you eat all my chili?" Finn asked with his head in the fridge.
"I left some," Brittany said slowly. When Finn took the pot out of the refrigerator, there was barely three spoonfuls left. Brittany sent him an innocent grin, "I can't help it. Momma Hudson's chili is so good."
"Daddy, we can go get more," Marley begged. Finn's shoulders tensed up at what she implied; she wanted to go to his parents' house. He might see Burt every other day because of the garage, but he hasn't been to their house in what feels like years. Carole wasn't happy when Finn turned down her offer to help raise the girls when their mother left and told Finn that he can deal with it all on his own then. They haven't had the best relationship since then.
"Maybe another day, baby," Finn rubbed her ear like he knows she likes. Marley frowned but leaned her cheek against his palm. She hasn't gotten to see her grandma as much as Harmony had and doesn't understand why they can't.
"Aunt Brittany?" Marley turned away from her dad and played with the blonde's braided pigtail that they had matching. Brittany looked back with her cheeks puffed up with chili. Marley smiled, patting Brittany's cheeks without making her spit. "Can I see your picture again?"
"Sure, sweetie," Brittany leaped off the counter, Marley on her hip. It was a good thing she's strong from dancing; Marley's getting heavier. Not big, just older. Marley doesn't like that though, since Finn calls her 'His Little Bug' and doesn't want to be 'His Big Bug.' Brittany took her wallet out with one hand and handed it to Marley before setting her down on the counter top and finishing her bowl of chili. She let Finn have the last bit, even fed it to him while she passed him to get to the sink. While Marley looked through the wallet's picture folds, Brittany washed her bowl and talked to Finn about something grownups can only talk about. Marley knows this because whenever they talk about 'it,' they whisper and she doesn't like that very much either.
"So Aunt Santie is with Sugar in Spain?" Marley asked even though she already knows the answer. Brittany nodded while leaning against the skin.
"Uh-huh. Your Aunt Santie loves shopping."
"But why can't she shop here?" Harmony asked, still on the floor. She was leaning against her hands with her head tilted. She had one single braid down her back. Finn picked her up by the arm-pits and played with it while Harmony wrapped an arm around his leg.
"Because Aunt Brittany agreed to shop here while Aunt Santana agreed to shop there," Finn explained. Marley shrugged, not really getting it, while Harmony frowned up at her dad. She stood on her tip toes, telling him that she wants to whisper something; like an adult. She cupped her hands around her mouth and whispered in his ear.
"They got a divorce, right?" Finn nodded and placed his finger on her lips, telling her not to repeat it. Harmony nodded and smiled over at her 'aunt.' Brittany's helped since the day Harmony was born. "Aunt Brittany, can we go shopping together?" Finn smiled.
"Sure, babe," Brittany stroked Harmony's forehead with her thumb, brushing the dark brown bangs out of her eyes. "You say when and we will."
"Aunt Brittany?" Marley asked, kicking her feet like Brittany had. "Do you still see Mystery Man?" Marley held up the wallet, showing Brittany the picture she meant. It was of Brittany and Sam, their senior year—or his senior year, and her second senior year—with her arms around his neck, his around her waist while she kissing his cheek and he smiles to the camera. It was a good year; one Brittany misses. The kids don't know who Sam is though; Brittany won't tell them, only for Finn's sake.
"No," Brittany sighed disappointedly. She took the wallet and looked at the picture fondly, "He was my best friend though."
"But I'm your best friend now, right?" Marley asked with a big, cheeky smile. Brittany laughed and kissed the tip of her nose.
"Right, Bug-a-boo." Brittany put the wallet away and grabbed her purse. "Alright. I'm heading out. You guys good?" she asked Finn, who was leaning against the counter next to the fridge. His eyes were down to the ground with thought. "Finn?" He looked, shocked brown eyes deeper than normal. Brittany gave him a smile, "You okay?"
"Yeah." Finn smiled; it wasn't big and toothy like she loved, but she took it. "Bye, Brit."
"Bye. Bye babes."
"Bye!" Harmony and Marley shouted at her while Brittany left. The front door closed and Finn sighed; he really hated it when she talked about Sam; that's why they agreed to call him Mystery Man, or M&M, so the girls wouldn't know. But somehow, Mystery Man turned out to be Marley's superhero—for reals, she thought he was a superhero who fought crime and that's why he's gone—and Harmony figured out that whenever the adults talk about M&Ms, they weren't talking about the chocolate.
"Come on, Little Big," Finn held his arms out. Marley jumped into them and Harmony followed behind her father. "Let's go visit someone."
"Who?" Harmony frowned, holding onto her dad's hand. Finn smiled down at her. She knew that look. Her eyes light up, "Rory?"
"Uh-huh." Instead of replying, Harmony ran to get her coat and out the door to the car faster than she's ever moved. Finn chuckled at her reaction while Marley crinkled her nose.
"Ew."
"What?" Finn frowned at her sour face.
"Harmony likes Rory…boys are gross."
"Hey!" Finn smiled brightly, kissing her cheek. "Aunt Santana thinks so too."
"Daddy!" Marley laughed.
-
Nine year old Rory Anderson was spinning around in circles until he got so dizzy that he fell to the ground. He just chuckled, got back up, and started again. Blaine watched from against the doorframe of the living room. "You big goof," Blaine teased his weird kid. Rory stopped spinning, only to wobble a little before glaring up at his father.
"You're a bigger goofy,"
"Goof. Not goofy," Blaine smiled at the boy. Rory shrugged and continued spinning around; he got expressions wrong all the time. He was only nine, Blaine wasn't too concerned. "Why do you like spinning so much?"
"That movie said it's like being in love," Rory explained when he spun himself over to the couch and threw himself onto it. Blaine frowned.
"What movie?"
"Practically Magic," Rory held onto the couch so his head would stop spinning. Blaine chuckled.
"You mean Practical Magic," Blaine corrected as he made his way over to the couch. He sat down next to his son, who right away moved onto his lap. "When did you watch that?"
"Yesterday with Daddy," Rory grabbed the remote out between the couch cushions—that's where Blaine hides it, but Rory knows better—and turned on the TV. "The red haired lady said falling in love was like spinning around real fast, fast, fast. I wanted to know if it was true."
"Ya, buddy," Blaine kissed his son's black hair before sighing. "It is."
"Do you not feel dizzy with Daddy anymore?" Rory asked, his huge blue eyes looking up at Blaine. The man's eyes looked sad, so Rory placed his hand on his dad's cheek and smiled. Blaine couldn't help but smile back. He wrapped his arms protectively around Rory and squeezed him tight.
"No. Not anymore." Blaine explained. "But you make me dizziest of all." Blaine rubbed his nose into the crock of Rory's neck, making him giggle. The door bell rang and the nine year old bolted from his lap. Blaine followed into the fore. "Gee, thanks, Ror. I feel the love."
"Dad, door!" Rory whined as an explanation. "It's going 'Ding-Dong…Ding-Dong." Rory wobbled from foot to foot with a blank look on his face, trying to mimic a bell. Blaine chuckled. "Don't you hear it?"
"I think you're the Ding-Dong," Blaine kissed the boy's forehead before looking through the peephole and unlocking the door. He looked down at Rory, wanting to see his reaction to who's behind the door. Rory wrinkled his nose back up at his father.
"Nu-uh."
"Ya-huh," Blaine wrinkled his nose too before opening the door. "But Ding-Dongs get to play with Harmony-Bells."
"Bells!" Rory brightened up when the girl his age attacked him with a hug. "Let's go play outside." Finn and Blaine both cleared their throats at the kids. Similar big blue eyes looked up at them.
"Daddy, can we play outside?" Harmony asked with her lower lip sticking out.
"Ya, Dad, can we?" Rory asked Blaine. His father rolled his eyes and motioned for them to go. They ran off with Marley following far behind.
"Wait up! Wait up!"
"They hung out with Brittany today and got all hyper so I figured I'd stick them on you," Finn teased with a grin. Blaine reached up and put Finn in a headlock but released him seconds later when Finn tried to lift Blaine up. It would be easy.
"You big Lug."
-
Puck had fallen asleep on Sam's couch only to be woken up by weight being put on his stomach. When he opened his eyes, big brown ones stared back. Puck smirked, "Sup, Squirt?"
"Ryder won't come out of the bathroom." Jake said with a frown.
"Uh-oh," Jake agreed with a nod. Puck got up and made his way to the bathroom with his son on his heels. "Ryder, buddy, you okay?" Puck knocked on the door.
"Yup." Ryder replied casually. Puck could hear beeping coming from behind the door. He patted his pockets before sighing. Puck leaned his head against the door, looking down at his son, who shrugged.
"Ryder, did you take my phone?"
"Yup." Puck rolled his eyes, "I'm trying to call Daddy." Ryder only calls Sam that when he's either sick or missing him. Puck doesn't know why Ryder is having such a hard time with Sam being gone right now; sure, he left a bit earlier than normal, but Sam has a shift every other day and Ryder is okay then.
"Are you sick?" Puck asks.
"Nope."
"Can I come in?" There's a pause. Puck stands up straight when the doorknob starts twisting. The door popped open and a hand reached out for Puck to take. He took it and was pulled into the bathroom before the door closed.
Puck looked down to see Ryder's face red with frustration and tears in his eyes, "I can't get the number right."
"It's in my contacts, buddy," Puck closed the toilet seat and sat down. Ryder gave him back the phone and sat on his leg while Puck got the contacts going. "Are you sure you want to call him? Your dad is working."
"No, he's not." Ryder shook his head with a frown. Puck frowned too.
"Yes, he is. He's at the bar, remember?" Sam's a bartender; but to Ryder, he serves chocolate shakes and ice cream, not alcohol.
"No," Ryder plucked the phone out of Puck's hands. "My other Daddy." Puck's eyes widened.
"Other Daddy…" when Ryder nodded and tried typing random numbers, Puck sighed. He took the phone back and placed it in his pocket before standing up. Ryder pouted at how he slid off his uncle's legs. "Hey!"
"Ryder, how do you know what your dad's number is?"
"Dad or Daddy?" Ryder asked with an eyebrow in the air.
"Daddy, I guess," Puck was getting a little confused. It's so much easier with Rory, who calls Blaine Dad, and Kurt Daddy. He never mixes them up by calling Blaine Daddy or Kurt Dad. If Rory is feeling sad or sick, he calls Blaine Dadda instead. No confusion.
"Dad hid it on the top of the fridge," Ryder crossed his arms over his chest.
"How did you get to the top of the fridge?"
"We climbed," Jake responses from behind the closed door. Puck rolled his eyes and opened it to a cheeky looking kid. "Ryder got on my shoulders."
"Not cool," Puck pointed at his son and then Ryder, "and not safe. Next time ask."
"But you wouldn't have gotten it," Ryder pointed out. Puck crossed his arms.
"You're right. Because you shouldn't need it, or know where it is." Ryder rolled his eyes. "Sam's not a very good hider."
"Nope." Ryder shook his head. "Can I call now?"
"Maybe when your dad comes home," Puck stressed the word like Ryder had earlier. The young boy's jaw opened.
"But that's hours from now."
"Yup." Puck grinned. "Time out till then."
"What?" Ryder's eyes widened. Jake chuckled.
"Ha-ha!"
"You too, Squirt."
"What?"
Blaine and Finn were having coffee in the kitchen where they could watch the kids playing through the window. Finn was leaning his elbows against the island counter, not taking his eyes off them while Blaine leaned against the sink, his back to them. "Finn, you can't stop Marley from asking about him."
"If Brittany would just put that damn picture somewhere else," Finn said, mostly to himself. Blaine shrugged.
"You can't make Brittany do that either."
"Yeah, I know," Finn sighed. He set the coffee mug down and ran a hand through his hair. "But she just asks about him all the time, and Brittany, wanting to be the fun aunt, tells her anything she wants. What am I supposed to tell Marley one day finds out?"
"How about the truth, Finn?" Blaine scuffed a little. "She'll have to find out one day."
"Not now," Finn shook his head, "She's only six. She doesn't understand how this all works."
"I told Rory when he was seven," Blaine pointed out. "He was confused but that's why we teach them."
"Doesn't that seem like a kind of young age?" Finn asked with shock. To him, seven is just a baby age. Any age under thirty is a baby age. Blaine shrugged again and took a sip of his coffee, "You know, I came here for advice, not you shrugging." Finn pushed Blaine's shoulder lightly.
"Sorry," Blaine smiled. It wasn't as bright as normal; Finn noticed that.
"What's up?"
"I-uh…am having a bit of trouble with Rory myself," Blaine started to explain. "He was at Kurt's yesterday, watched some movie and all of a sudden, he's trying to understand why Daddy and Dad don't live together anymore or spin."
"Spin?" Finn raised an eyebrow with confusion. Blaine just sighed; he didn't feel like explaining that part too. "What did you say?"
"That even though I don't love Kurt the way I used to, that I still love Rory the same as always and always will," Blaine put his coffee cup in the sink; he didn't feel like eating or drinking anything right now. He looked out the window to see Rory pushing Marley on the swing with Harmony on the other. "I don't know…I just thought that this would be easier on him."
"Blaine, his life just changed," it was Finn's turn to comfort his friend. "His parents split, it's hard."
"Yeah, I know," Blaine turned around and ran a hand through his hair; it was less gelled than in high school but his curls were too crazy not to have a little something in it. He whipped the gel off his hand and onto a towel before throwing it on the counter beside Finn. "But how am I supposed to help explain it all to him when I can barely explain it myself?"
"Blaine," Finn stood up straighter, "Kurt's my brother, and I love him; but you were doing the right thing by leaving. You didn't love him anymore; you couldn't just be with him when you knew that,"
"I was with him for Rory," Blaine bit the inside of his lip. "Is that selfish?"
"Hell no," Finn scuffed, making Blaine smile for real; Finn grinned back, "That's the least selfish thing I know."
"What do you mean he tried to call?" Sam frowned. He was talking to Puck later that night while the kids napped on the couch. They passed out after watching their second movie. The adults were standing in the doorway, trying to keep their voices down as much as possible, but Sam's rose a bit. Puck snapped before pointing to the couch. Sam rolled his eyes, grabbed his friend's arm and pulled him into the kitchen. "Explain."
"I fell asleep…" Puck started to explain. Sam's eyes widened and Puck held his hands up in defence, "For like five minutes on accident…" Sam sighed and nodded for him to continue, "…and Jake woke me up saying that Ryder was in the bathroom and won't come out. I didn't notice my phone was gone until I heard it beeping inside with him. I asked him if he was sick or something, because he said 'I'm trying to call Daddy' and I thought he meant you."
"Yeah, he calls me that when he's not feeling too good," Sam agreed. Puck nodded. "So what did you do?"
"I took the phone away, told Ryder that if he really wanted to call, he'd have to ask you when you got home and put the boys on time out for using each other as climbing tools."
"Wait, they did what?"
"Beside the point, Evans," Puck rolled his eyes. "Your kid wants to talk to his dad…his other dad, I mean," Puck huffed, "You gay guys confuse the hell out of me."
"Not gay, and shut up," Sam reminded Puck while running a hand through his hair.
"Fine; you two completely straight guys who used to do it back in college and have a kid confuse the hell out of me!" Puck corrected himself.
"Hey!" Sam pointed up at Puck. "No judgment. Jake was from a one-night-stand."
"I'm not judging," Puck defended himself. "Are you judging?"
"No-no," Sam shrugged it off, making Puck laugh. "So what do I do?"
"How the hell should I know?" Puck frowned. "I've got my own kid to deal with."
-
Marley was swinging by herself while Rory and Harmony sat at the top of the fort-house. They were dangling their feet over the rock climbing part while talking. "Wait…so a while ago…two boys couldn't have kids, but now they can?" Harmony asked with wonder. Rory just shrugged.
"Dad told me that now they can mix both sp-sp…" Rory stuttered with the word. "Whatever it is," He waved it off, making Harmony giggle. "They mix it up and then the baby is like both of them."
"But you still need a momma, right?" Harmony asked. Rory nodded, "Okay. So who's your momma?"
"Daddy said they borrowed on," Rory shrugged one shoulder.
"Oh."
"Who's your momma?" Rory asked back. It was Harmony who shrugged this time. "You don't know?"
"No," Harmony shook her head.
"Maybe you're borrowed too." Rory smiled when Harmony giggled.
"Hey!" They crawled on their knees over to the leader. They peered over at the bottom where Marley stood with her hands on her hips. "Daddy's going now."
"Aww." Both blue eyed, dark haired kids complained.
"Or…" the kids all looked towards the house at Blaine, who stepped outside with a grin. "You gals can sleep over here tonight."
"Really?" Marley's eyes got wide and excited. She gave Blaine a hug when he nodded. Harmony, however, frowned.
"Where's Daddy?"
"Finn had to go do something," Blaine explained, standing next to the ladder. "But he'll be back late tonight, so he'll be here when you wake up, 'kay sweetie?" Harmony just nodded and crawled away from view. Rory followed behind so Blaine didn't worry so much. He was more worried about Finn.
Because Finn was going to go see Sam. For the first time. In six years…yikes.
A/N: okay, so this might be confusing as hell, but it's kind of explained in the Rory/Harmony scene. More kids will come with more characters.
Any guesses who Harmony's mom is? Who Marley's mom is? (yes they are different mothers) and who Ryder's mom is? Also, who's Rory's mom and why did Santana/Brittany and Kurt/Blaine break up?