Author's Note:

The time of the ending of Wrecked has come upon us at last. I am so thrilled that this story has been so well-received and I am so thankful to each and every one who reads this chapter. Just to make sure I don't get sued, there is an homage to Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars in this chapter because while I was writing I had a fangirl moment and it seemed to fit. Hopefully, you'll have a look at some of my other work and read (and review, naturally!) that too. Otherwise I wish you all good lives and happy reading experiences. Also, if you write or fancy trying your hand, I am a beta too…

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Three years, four months and nine days later…

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.

~ Nurse's Song (W. Blake)

"I can't do this," Will said as his hands visibly and violently shook, "Quinn, this is going to be a disaster…I can feel it."

"Hush, love, we agreed that today we would do what has to be done and it is the right time. I know you're scared but I know and love you and I know and love our daughter. We cannot wait any longer, Will because before we know it she'll have finished her senior year, graduated and will be at college. Then, it'll be too late and she'll never forgive us for not telling her sooner. She deserves and is mature enough to know now."

Will embraced his wife and took some comfort from her confidence, strength and love. He was only touching the tip of the iceberg when he told her that he thought what they were about to do would end in tears and hate. The truth was, William Michael Schuester had never been so scared of anything in his life and considering he was a man who had found his future wife raped and beaten, found his daughter in another man's biological child, watched as a former student of him died slowly from brain cancer, leaving Kurt and his young twins behind, that was saying a hell of a lot!

"Let's go fetch her then, but you're going to have to take the lead on this because I know the minute that she sits down with us, my voice is going to desert me completely."

Quinn kissed the love of her life tenderly on the lips and stroked the greying stubble on his chin, relishing the way its roughness scratched soothingly against her palm. She knew how nervous he was and she could feel all the fear radiating off him in waves. She had been fretting about what they were about to confront and she was scared that he was temporarily about to get his heart broken, but what needed to be done had to be done and she knew there was nothing else for it. She and Will would just have to be strong and weather the imminent storm.

"Kayleigh honey," Quinn called as she disentangled herself from Will's embrace, "can you come into the living room, please? Your father and I need to talk to you."

The bright, pretty slip of a girl that soon rounded the corner into the living space was the spitting image of her mother when she was a day over seventeen. Just as Will had predicted on her actual birthday, her hair had turned a gorgeous shade of russet and it was a wonderful marriage of her natural parents' hair colours. She bounded up to the chair that her mother gestured to and sat down elegantly upon it.

"What's up, mom?" Kayleigh almost sang to her mother, whose plain anxiety was unsettling to her eldest child.

"There's something your dad and I have to tell you and it's not easy for either of us, so please, please just bear with your father and I." Quinn pleaded, her calm exterior beginning to betray the uncertainty and dread within.

"You're scaring me…"

Quinn huffed, not bothering to look at Will whom she had promised that she would break the news, "I know and I can't for the life of me think of a good or gentle way to tell you what I have to, so I'm just going to say that we love you and we are so proud to be your parents and that your dad is not your biological father."

All Kayleigh could do was watch, completely immobilised, as her mother flinched away and sat back in her chair. She in turn was gazing at her husband and holding his hand.

"What? Is this some kind of joke?" Kayleigh asked.

"No," Will replied, feeling his turn was up, "I'm sorry, but it's the truth. Know this though, that although I am not your biological father, I am your dad and I love you so much, Kayleigh."

"That's all very well, dad, but it doesn't change the fact that you never told me before now who you really are. You're just my mother's husband! And mom, how could you lie to me like that? And who the hell is my real dad?"

Quinn was never one to lose her temper prematurely with her offspring but hearing her daughter malign and be ungracious towards Will brought out the former Head Cheerio, "Kayleigh Quinn Schuester, you will never speak to your father that way! I know you are upset and you feel betrayed but we taught you to be better than that, to not let your anger control you. Apologise…now!"

Kayleigh flinched at the venom in her mom's voice, and instinctively apologised, "I'm sorry but you didn't answer my question. Who is my real dad?"

"Your Uncle No is your biological father," Will admitted looking into Noah Puckerman's eyes, tears streaming down his face, "your real dad."

The young girl who suddenly found herself being yanked away from her consuming anger and rage by the face of the man sat in front of her, burst into matching tears. Kayleigh had always been moved by her father's sorrow and kind heart. She knew he never succumbed to tears unless he was truly moved or insufferably saddened. She was astute enough to know that it was not the former and she, in her impetuous rage, had caused the latter. When she refrained from addressing him as her real dad and then when he gave that title to an uncle who turned out to be not only one of her favourite uncles but was her father, Kayleigh's heart beat out of rhythm in her chest and all she wanted was her daddy to make it go steady again.

"Oh, daddy," she spluttered through the tears, flinging herself into Will's arms, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm such a stupid bitch! I'm sorry, please don't hate me. I never meant to upset you. I just got caught up in the moment. Don't make me leave."

Quinn sat as a silent spectator watching and pleased as her daughter asked her dad's forgiveness. Truthfully, she was chiding herself for not foreseeing that after receiving such news, any person no matter how well raised or loved they are, would be caught up in a cyclone of emotions. She was glad that she was right in that Will's state of heartbreak would be short-lived and their daughter was healing the wounds in her father's heart.

"Now that you two have regained control of yourselves, I'm sure that you, honey, have questions for us and things to say but let me get a few things off my chest first please. Firstly, your brothers do not know and whether or not they find out is your decision…your father and I will support you whatever you choose. Next, I need to say that I am sorry we never told you before, but we didn't want you to grow up with any doubts that we love you just as much as Jackie and Chad. You are, now, a beautiful, strong, intelligent and mature young lady and now was the right time for you to find out the truth. The last thing is, while Uncle Noah is your biological father, your dad, sitting right here, is the one who has been to your recitals, dances and scared off three of the last three boys you've brought home. He is your dad and you knew that before you were even born, my girl."

"Yes mom, I know," Kayleigh acknowledged before her brow furrowed, "and I think we should tell the guys. I take it all the aunts and uncles know about me?"

Quinn nodded, "Yes, they do. They were my friends during high school and most were there when you were born."

"So what did you mean about me knowing about dad before I was born?"

Will smiled and looked at his wife, "You going to tell her, or am I?"

"You can tell this one," Quinn replied with a smile of gladness at her jovial husband's return to his usual self, "I'll just join in."

With a roll of his eyes Will began the story of how he came to love and know his only daughter. He almost broke down in tears when he divulged the scene of the infamous unexpected kiss while Quinn was pregnant and the baby in her womb kicked so he could feel it.

"Your mom said at the time that it was like you knew I was and would be your daddy. You adopted me, don't you see, sweetie? I thought she was a bit loopy at the time but as always, your mom was right."

Quinn interjected, "Your mother is always right!"

"Anyway," Will continued, grinning at his wife's wit, "Noah and I agreed that I would be the best father to you and he would always have a place in your life. He wanted to be here when we told you today but then he got tied up in Washington. He says he's going to Facetime you tomorrow though if you want to ask him any questions or speak to him."

"I guess I should but only cos he's my Uncle No, not because he's my dad."

Will was slightly ashamed of himself but he felt elated at hearing his daughter disavow Puck as her dad. She had always been close with him as her Uncle No, a name she had come up with when he was baby-sitting her when she was two, and he was glad for both of them that they could have that relationship, but Kayleigh was his daughter.

"It explains so much," Kayleigh exclaimed, jolting her parents out of their musing, "I mean, I know I'm like you mom in so many ways – most of them annoying!"

"Do not sass me, young lady!" Quinn bit back with a cheerful grin, rethinking her assessment of her parenting skills.

"But, anyway," the teenager said, "I get some things from Uncle No and sometimes I thought I had no idea where I got my love of team sports, a bit of ass-kicking and my eyes from, but now I do."

Quinn smiled, "You may get all that from Puck, Leigh, but because your dad is the softie and lovable muppet that he is, you got your dad's sense of humour and you have some of his calmness to temper that wild streak you have. It's what made me fall in love with your dad and it's one of the many reasons I love you too."

Her husband could not help himself in that moment. All he had to do for the next minute or so was thank his wife with a searing hot kiss.

"Ewwwww! Seriously, come on! You're my parents, I don't want to witness this! This is what bedroom doors are for, to protect children's eyes from being permanently damaged by their parents doing…things! Besides, I thought this little pow-wow was about me." Kayleigh yelled, slamming her hands over her eyes.

She sighed in relief when her parents separated their lips and redirected their attentions towards her. Kayleigh had been acutely aware throughout her early years and then through her teenage ones that her parents, despite being apart so much in years, were remarkably close after decades of marriage and three children. While she knew about sex and the birds and the bees, it still freaked her out to see her parents so intimate.

"Dad?" Kayleigh asked quietly.

Will smiled, for he would never tire of hearing her call him that, "Yes, love?"

"Will you always be my dad?"

Both parents in that moment did not see the face of their bold and confident seventeen year old. They saw a small girl who at four lost her mom backstage and thought she was all alone, at eleven who accidentally fell off the jungle gym and needed her daddy to mend her ouchie, at thirteen who confessed to her mother that she was dying because she had started to bleed and at sixteen who had gone on her first proper date.

Will rose from his seat and knelt in front of her, taking her dainty hands in his larger ones, "My girl, I will always be your dad. Nothing – and no one – will ever change that and you will always be my little girl, my angel. I will be your father until I die."

Both Kayleigh and her father were too stunned by a scoff that came from Quinn's direction to weep at his moving words.

"You, die? William Michael Schuester, if you die I will write the most God-awful music for your funeral and I will haunt your death and it will be anything but restful. You are not allowed to die…ever. I forbid it."

The apparently immortal man left his daughters vicinity and went back to his wife, aware that she was covering up her genuine fear of his demise with the more vitriolic side of her sense of humour. He was significantly older than her, after all, and he remembered a sweet moment shared with her just after her graduation.

He sang quietly but teasingly the lyric he had crooned all those years ago, "Only crazy people fall in love with me."

Both of his girls guffawed at him but Quinn quipped back, "Too right! Now that it's settled that I'm insane let's go check on the boys before my new guitar gets completely wrecked!"