Hello again! So, thank you all for the reviews of chapter 1, they made my day :) And thanks for the tips too! Without you guys, I would be lost, i swear. I tried to take the advice in breaking up my paragraphs to make it easier to read, so I hope this is a little better of a setup. & also, someone pointed this out too, and so let me say, Puck is gonna be OOC for a little while. I agree 100% that he would never abandon a child like that. He is not like that at all. I love him, so i promise it will be explained later why he did it, and he will be more in character after you know the reasoning behind it :) So, yeah, if he seems a little OOC for a while, please just bear with me. And if anyone else seems a little OOC, sorry. I'm trying my best to keep their personalities and everything, but they might shift a little, but definitely not a lot. Ok, so yes, thank you all for the reviews :) Now, on with the chapter.

Oh, and I forgot this, so I thought I might add it now:

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or I would keep all those scrumptious boys to myself ;)

Chapter 2

I shook my head to clear my mind. Now was not the time and I knew it. So I slipped on my slippers, put on my robe, and went out to the kitchen, where I found Elijah sitting at the table, swinging his feet under the kitchen chair. He was a little short for his age, another thing he got from me.

"So pancakes right?" My voice awoke him from whatever thought he had been previously entranced in before I can into the room.

"Yeah, pancakes sound good. What took you so long?" He looked expectantly at my slippers. "They don't look that hard to put on. You feeling alright ma?"

I smiled slightly at the end of his question. I secretly loved it when he called me 'ma'. That was what No…., let's just call him…him (ok, maybe not that original but bear with me), always called his mother. He always used to say that it was a "term of endearment". I always just rolled my eyes and laughed.

Wait. I shook my head again, clearing it for the second time this morning. Actually, for the second time in the last 5 minutes. What was with me today? Thinking of him so carelessly. Maybe I was getting sick….. I didn't have time to finish this thought, because as I focused back into reality, I found hazel eyes staring back at me, full of confusion and concern.

"Mom? You there?" He looked so cute when he was confused. I realized I had zoned out a little bit ago. I smiled at him casually, trying to make it seem like everything was normal, and that I wasn't going a tiny bit insane at the moment.

"I'm sorry hun. Just a few things on my mind. What were you saying?" He stares at me a few more seconds, then simply shrugs, a sign that he knows I'm not completely fine, but that he will let it go. At least for now anyways.

"Just asking how you are feeling? You seem a bit distracted, I guess."

"I'm fine sweetie. Really. Just like I said, just a couple things on my mind. No need to worry. Breakfast now?" At the word 'breakfast', Eli's eyes light up, a huge grin appearing on his face, all other worries about my mental stability forgotten.

"Yes! Bring on the pancakes and bacon!" His bright grin drops as soon as the last word leaves his lips, and I can see the gears in his head turning as he attempts to backpedal.

"I mean, bring on the pancakes and, uh...uh...Not the bacon…yeah! Yeah, that's what I said. I just said the not really quietly. Just wanted to clear that up."

I almost have to laugh out loud at the scene in front of me. Eli attempting to act innocent, at any time, is a hilarious picture in itself. He gets all flustered and glues his eyes to either the floor or the wall. It is quite entertaining.

I probably should explain why he is so flustered about saying bacon. Well, you see if there is one thing Eli loves most in the whole world, other than music, its food. And one of his favorite types of food? Bacon. So whenever he does something bad, one of his punishments is no bacon.

It all started one morning about 5 months ago when he got in trouble for still not cleaning his room like I had asked him too the day before. We had gone out to the kitchen to eat breakfast, after I had given him one of my famous long winded speeches of course, and I had gone into the kitchen to make him some eggs and bacon, but I found that I had forgot to buy the bacon. So I went out and told him we were out of bacon, and for some reason, he thought that that was a punishment for not cleaning his room. I have never seen him clean his room as fast as on that day ever again. So, I stuck with it, for it seemed like a darn good punishment. Of course I have never told him that though, that would just be silly.

So anyway, 2 days ago, while running around outside by Mrs. Wilson's flower garden, like I always told him not to, for Mrs. Wilson had a creepy attachment to her flowers, and no one, I mean no one was ever to touch them. But, since he is a little boy, he did it anyway, and while he was running around, he fell backwards, landing right on Mrs. Wilson's petunias. Well, after I got a 20 minute lecture on how bad a parent I was, not knowing how to control my child and whatnot, and after I checked that he wasn't injured in any way, Eli received what I like to call "a bacon free week".

Since this was only day 3 and he was already slipping and saying that he wanted bacon for breakfast, I knew something was up. Since this wasn't the first time this slip up had happened in the course of these 5 months, I knew exactly what was happening.

I came out of the kitchen and stood in front of Eli, trying to hide my amusement as his eyes widened. "Don't tell me you have broken your 'bacon free week' punishment already? It's only day number 3. This has to be some kind of record."

His face paled as he tried to think of a response. After a few moments, he abruptly jumped out of his chair and said "Well, if you are saying that Sam gave it to me, then you are so wrong!" He smirked at his own 'clever' response to my seemingly tricky question.

At this point, I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my lips, as I quirked an eyebrow and let my amusement slip into my tone. "I never said anything about Sam now, did I Eli?"

His smirked dropped almost as quickly as it had appeared, and his wide eyes and paled expression made a reappearance. "No, uh I mean, not Sam, but, umm. Urgh. I'm busted aren't I?"

"Yes you are mister. Sit down while I make your pancakes. And please be quiet, I have a call to make." I smirked as I made my way back into the kitchen, picking up our house phone and dialing his number, holding between my shoulder and my ear while I started our breakfast.

He picked up on the second ring, and I could hear his smirk through the phone. "Busted already? Wow, I would say that Eli is getting worse each time. Guess I need to teach him better huh?"

"Good morning to you too Sam. And yes, busted already. Now, why don't you come over for breakfast and we can talk about how you are a bad influence on my child." I knew he could hear my amused tone, and I knew that he took this as an 'all clear' sign that I wasn't going to refuse him visiting rights to Eli or anything.

"Sounds perfect. And if anything, he is the bad influence on me alright."

I laughed "Sure, sure. The six year old is the bad influence. Just get over here before you pancakes are all gone."

"Pancakes! Score! Uh, I mean, sure be right over."

"Wow. I have to say, love your enthusiasm over my pancakes."

"Ha-ha. Thanks. Oh, wait. I forgot. Good morning love." I blushed a slight pink as I hung up the phone. Sam just had that affect on me.

Our relationship was casual, nothing too serious because of Eli, but we did care about each other a lot. Sam had been the one I mainly clung to after everything had crashed down. He had been the first one to arrive after Blaine had told them all what happened. He had taken me out of Kurt's arms and literally carried me down to his truck. He drove me home and had held me all night while I cried, uttering apologies and encouragements into my ear until I feel asleep. We were inseparable after that. We did everything together. He had actually been one of the people in the delivery room when Eli was born. He loved that little boy from the beginning.

After that he had stayed in Ohio too, going to Ohio State on a football scholarship. My dads had bought me a small house a couple blocks from theirs and only a couple blocks from Sam's.

He had been like Eli's dad, except he was never called that of course. Eli knew the basics about what had happened. I had brought him up like that. I knew it would get harder as he grew, I knew that, but that's why I was so thankful for Sam. Eli always called him 'Uncle Sam'. It was sweet. But since Sam was so invested in Eli's life, we both decided that since we couldn't deny the attraction between us forever, that we would just keep it casual, drama free. It was good like that, at least for now.

I knew one day I would want to get into a serious relationship, even get married. But that was a long way down the road.

Thinking about Sam made me smile and hum while I stirred the batter. As the stove was heating up, I walked out to Eli. He was staring outside our kitchen window, just staring at the large oak tree beside our house.

I smiled at this. It was so relaxing seeing him like this. After a few moments, I cleared my throat; bringing Eli's attention to me.

I smiled and said as nonchalantly as I could, "You might want to go put some better pajamas on. Sam's coming over." The pajamas he was wearing were fine, but I just wanted to say something other than just "Sam's coming", so I took the easiest choice.

Eli's face brightened, and he jumped up, gave me a tight squeeze, and raced off to his room to change, calling behind him "YES! Thanks mom for not banning him. I love you!"

I laughed to myself as I went back into to kitchen to finish making to pancakes. "That boy." I sighed happily to myself, before pouring the mix into the hot pan.

So there's chapter 2. I wanted to highlight Rachel's and Eli's relationship a little more in this chapter, and I also wanted to establish Sam's character too.

Next chapter: The rest of the Glee gang, and perhaps a little of what a certain mohawked boy's been up too.

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