Thanks go to my friend and beta, Toots.

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As Mr. Schue ran off copies of sheet music for one of the songs they'd decided upon the kids sprawled around their makeshift practice room and chatted. "So, are Phoebe, Lee, Pierce and Ian coming to McKinley?" Mike asked from the window seat he was sitting on with Brittany and Tina.

"And are they joining Glee?" Santana added from the padded chaise she lounged on.

"We will be attending high school at McKinley," Phoebe answered sweetly, "but we really aren't the musically inclined ones in the family."

"Pierce and I are all about sports," Lee told them enthusiastically.

Ian smirked. "I'm not much for team sports. I'm going to go out for track and field. I'm pretty good at those events."

"Didn't track and field events originate in Greece?" Tina asked.

The Pallas kids all looked pleased, and Ari nodded. "Yes. In fact the track and field teams at the schools we went to were more important than any group sports."

"What about you, Phoebe?" Rachel asked.

"I'm not much for sports, I'm afraid," the girl said softly. "I enjoy more simple pleasures I suppose; cooking, creating, things like that... I really like throwing parties. Although, I suppose I can do what's necessary if asked."

"Phoebe, don't be so modest," Didi chagrined. "Phoebe is quite talented at playing the harp," she announced.

"Wow, you don't hear that very often," Kurt was impressed.

The girl just blushed a pale pink. "I was taught by one of our half sisters, Erato."

Quinn's brow furrowed. "That's a strange name."

Didi waved her off, "Her mom is super Greek proper. Every child she has will have a name based on Greek mythology or Greek history." The Glee kids nodded in understanding. They'd certainly seen similar things.

Mr. Schuester entered the room then, a wide smile on his face. "Okay, guys, I've got the music done. I really think this one is going to be a good one." With that he started passing out the sheet music for the 1981 song 'Kids in America' by Kim Wilde.

"This is a really fun song," Rachel grinned. "And we'll be able to trade off every few lines."

They practiced for two hours before taking another break, and then it was just a short one. The Pallas teens who weren't a part of the Glee club stayed in the room, each busying themselves with some other activity.

Noah couldn't explain it, but at that moment he felt better than he could remember. He felt whole and calm inside. He knew that made him sound like a pansy, which meant he wouldn't be repeating those feelings to anyone else, but he didn't mind feeling that way.

Finn felt like he could do anything. Not one piece of him held anger towards Quinn or Puck any longer. How could he? Every one made mistakes. He himself had made the mistake of kissing Rachel while dating Quinn. Finn smiled as forgiveness and love filled him. He wondered if Puck would deck him if he were to walk over and give him a hug?

Rachel could barely contain her joy. They sounded amazing! Better than amazing, and she knew that if they continued to sound like this, and to move like this, then they had Regionals in the bag… she knew she would sound cocky if she were to voice her opinions, but she couldn't help it. They would demolish all of their opponents at the competition.

Quinn felt her gaze flit to Gus for what felt like the millionth time. He seemed different today; lighter, less serious than he was at school. Perhaps here he was more at ease because of his scars, she thought, and that thought felt right. She knew that she always felt more at ease once she made it back home to the Berry household. It meant there was no one else to stare at her pregnant belly. Quinn realized she felt similarly here. The Pallas kids didn't stare at her or her belly. They talked to her, and treated her as one of them. Like the Glee kids, the Pallas kids had just accepted her as their friend baby and all. Tears were suddenly streaming down her face. "Excuse me," she murmured and left the room quickly, not knowing where she was going.

She ended up in what she would consider a study, or maybe even a library there were so many books on the shelves across from the desk. Quinn sank down into one of the leather chairs, trying to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

A masculine hand held a linen handkerchief over her shoulder and she muttered a thank you, before spinning to see Zeno looking down at her. He smiled kindly at her, "My dearest Helena is always telling me I should keep tissues in here, but I'm afraid I always forget," he told her, his voice deep and gentle. "You must be Quinn."

"I guess I can figure out how you know it's me," she whispered, her hand going to her belly.

"Actually, my son, Gus, described you. He said you had hair like spun gold, eyes like the clearest blue sky, skin like smooth satin, and a mouth like a blushing rose." Zeno chuckled. "I think he might have a crush."

Quinn flushed a bright red, partially feeling guilty for thinking they'd just described her as the pregnant girl, and partially because she'd never been described in such a way. "Wow…"

"Never think so little of yourself, my dear. The fact you are with child is not something that our family would look at as a drawback. You never have to be embarrassed by youthful transgressions here," he said softly. "We were all young once, and we all made mistakes we had to learn from." Zeno took her hands into his own. "I would dare say our mistakes, the mistakes I myself made, had far more reaching consequences than anything you could ever do."

Quinn looked at him, confused by his words. "But you have a beautiful family, a beautiful home…"

"Yes, yes I do… but do you know the main reason I was able to have those things? It was my lovely Helena… she taught me to learn from my mistakes. She accepted them, and never looked back. Thanks to Helena, our children will never make the same mistakes as I did."

There was a soft knocking on the door, and they both looked up to see a worried Rachel in the doorway. "I'm sorry to intrude, but we became concerned when Quinn fled the practice room. I wanted to make sure she wasn't feeling ill, or anything like that?"

"Come in, come in," Zeno waved the brunette in, and Rachel stepped in shyly.

Will leaned on the railing of the balcony and looked out over the beautiful lawns. The kids had been working hard, and now they were off searching for Quinn and Rachel.

"And how does our dear Orpheus fair?" Helena asked as she joined him on the balcony.

He didn't look at her. "I keep messing up. I feel like I keep doing the same thing over and over again. When I found Teri, I was sure it was her, she was so full of light and laughter. It's so easy to see now that she isn't… that she never was. Then I met Emma and I thought, look, there, there's that spark of my sweet Eurydice, but again I was just fooling myself. It feels the same as when I was leading her from Hades," his voice choked up. "I get so far and then I look back in my impatience."

Helena reached out a soothing hand, running it down his back. "Do not fret my sweet boy, your Eurydice will be with you again, Hades himself promised to release her spirit to be born again, and this he has done."

"I know. Sometimes I can feel her; sometimes I can almost hear her, and then nothing."

"She'll be in your arms again before you know it… but you must stop dillydallying with these women who are so clearly not Eurydice."

"I will," he promised. "I will."

Hermes led Kurt and Mercedes around showing them different rooms of the house. "And this is the room we shall all be sleeping in this evening," he announced as he led them into a large room filled with a state of the art media center and tons of cushions and pillows. "This is one of our recreation rooms, the door to the left leads to the kitchen and the door to the right leads back into the pool area. The door straight across from us actually leads into the foyer."

"I didn't even realize we'd gone in a circle," Kurt murmured.

"The house can be easy to get lost in," Hermes explained. "Every room has an intercom system." He was pointing to a small square panel next to the door. "If you do find yourself lost, just use the intercom and we'll find you."

"Can I ask you a question?" Mercedes asked the shaggy haired boy.

He gave her a wide grin, and sprawled into what looked to be a very comfortable couch. "But of course."

"How many of you all left girlfriends or boyfriends behind when you moved to Lima?" she didn't tell him that she really wanted to know about Pollo specifically.

Hermes chuckled. "None of us."

Mercedes looked at him with disbelief. "You're telling me you didn't leave some hot little girl behind sobbin' her eyes out?"

Hermes ran a hand through his hair, "Ah, yes, that is exactly what I am telling you. Besides, for me it would not be a hot little girl, it would be some hot guy," he told them while blushing a bit.

Mercedes began to blush as well, and she also began to stutter, "I am so sorry! I wasn't trying to…"

He waved her off, "I do not care if you know. I do not feel that you were trying to trick me out of the information. I merely hope you will not judge me in a harsh way as some do judge."

"Obviously you've experienced ignorant simpletons, you'll find quite a few of them in Lima," Kurt replied while checking his manicure.

"Oh, they are not only here, my friend," Hermes smiled charmingly. "I had a friend in Rome; he ran afoul of some of your ignorant simpletons… Fortunately, I am strong enough that such simpletons would not be able to injure me as they did to Joe."

Mercedes and Kurt looked at each other before looking back at Hermes. "Trust me," Mercedes told him. "We've noticed how strong you are."

"I hope your friend wasn't badly injured," Kurt added.

Hermes smiled at Kurt. "He is fine. No lasting damage and the ones responsible have learned the error of their ways. Perhaps we should head back to the practice room?"

Mike walked down the thickly carpeted hallway next to Honey quietly. Pictures lined the walls and after a few moments he realized that the photos were of Honey and her family members. "Who is this woman in this picture with you?" he asked her as he stopped.

Persephone moved back over to look. "That is my mother. Her name is Demi."

"You look a lot like her."

"Thank you. I happen to think she's very beautiful so I take that as a great compliment."

Mike and Honey moved down to the next photo, which was of three men. One of the men was obviously Zenobios.

"My father, of course, and his two brothers, my uncles, Haden and Pax."

"Your family is big on all sides," he murmured as he stepped back.

She nodded. "It's true. My mother has her sisters, my father his brothers, I have my siblings and there are many cousins. What about you? Do you have siblings?"

"No. My parents tried, but my mom had two miscarriages after I was born. She had to have a hysterectomy. I guess it sucked a lot. I mean, she loves me, but I know she wanted a little girl too."

"That's sad."

"I guess it was just something that happens; just one more thing to deal with. All parents have stuff to deal with… or I guess all adults do."

"I think you said it best the first time; one more thing to deal with. Children, teenagers and adults, they all go through things as they age. This is how we learn. I feel sorrow for your mother, but I think she was lucky to have a son such as you."

"Thanks," he murmured while blushing. "Are you your mother's only child?"

"Oh, no," Honey smiled. "My mother shares a son with my father, two children with Uncle Pax, and five more children besides."

His eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open. "Um, can I ask, is it like that with all the other parents? I mean, I don't mean to be offensive or anything."

"You do not offend me, Michael. For the most part, it is very much like that. We have more siblings on our father's side than those that are here; some younger, some older. As for all of our mothers… you'd have to ask my brothers and sisters."

"Are you guys looking for us?" Rachel got their attention as she and Quinn exited a room with Zeno behind them.

"Actually, we were," Honey smiled and moved over to her father, who wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "PaPa, this is Mike Chang. Not only can he sing and dance, but he is also on several sports teams at the high school."

"I am glad to meet you, Mike," Zeno told the boy. "I understand that not only will most of my children be in Glee with you, but my sons will be in sports with you as well. I hope you know you are always welcome here at our home."

"We had better get back and get some more practice in," Honey announced. "I believe it is as Rachel says, we do have Regionals to win!"