Hola! So here is chapter 3. This will explain what the Gleeks have been doing and a tiny bit of Puck :) Hope you guys like it, and thanks for the review of the last chapter, they make me smile. Don't forget to review. Please and thank you. Ok, so here you are:

Disclaimer: I dont own Glee, or else I'd be pretty darn rich, and I'm broke, so I know I don't own it...

Chapter 3

We had just finished cleaning up breakfast, and I was walking Sam to the door. He had kept to his word, and rushed over to our house. Our breakfast was filled with smiles and laughter, a natural occurrence when the three of us sat down together. To both men's surprise, I didn't even mention the whole 'bacon fiasco'.

Eli had rushed to his room to get changed for the day, so it was only Sam and I standing at the door.

"I had a great time. Thanks for the breakfast. I have to say, your pancakes are always better than the eggo waffles I have stored in my freezer."

I laugh at this, because I know firsthand that, even though Sam is great at a lot of other things, cooking is not one of them. His cooking skills go as far as making mac&chesse, and that is only on a good day.

"You welcome. It was really nice having you, like always. I'll call you later." I smile up at him. He really does have pretty eyes, just not gorgeous eyes. The few reasons they're not gorgeous? Because their not hazel, they don't shimmer with mischief, and they don't adorn a tan, well structured face…

Again? Really? Get a hold of yourself Rachel! Stop thinking about those eyes right now! Am I really yelling at myself, inside my head no less? Maybe all that crazy I had stored up in high school hasn't fully left me like I thought it did.

I decide to think about that later, and continue smiling up at Sam, focusing on his whole face this time instead of just eyes. He smiles back, leans down to plant a gentle kiss on my lips, and turns to walk down my steps to his truck. He waves as he pulls away. I wave back and venture out to my mailbox to collect today's mail.

I'm sorting through it on my way back up the stone walkway. Bill, bill, coupon, advertisement, bill, bill, letter, bill, bill, wait, letter? By this time, I'm at my kitchen table, so I set the rest of my mail and stare at the letter. I never get letters, well actually I do get letters, but only from Quinn, and I can tell this isn't her handwriting or her normal envelope. This one is a deep mahogany color, with gold writing across it. It looks pretty fancy if you ask me.

Curiosity gets the best of me as I sit in one of the chairs and neatly tear open the top of the letter. What I find inside startles me. It is an invitation. To our glee club's 6th year reunion. I know what you must be thinking, "6 year reunion? Why 6 years?" I know 6 years might be a little random, because most of other reunions are 10 or 15 years, but McKinley High has a tradition of 6 year reunions for clubs, so we all just follow along.

But back to the invitation. I guess you can say I'm happy for it. I mean I'm definitely not dreading it. It's actually kind of sweet, because most of us glee members have kept in touch after senior year. We Skype and email quite frequently, its just we never seem to have time to all get together, with everyone so spread out and busy.

After senior year, everyone went off to do their own things. Quinn and Finn went off to Stanford, where Finn got a football scholarship, while Quinn went into Real Estate. At the start of the 2nd year, they decided to move in together, and in the middle of the 3rd year, they got engaged. A couple weeks after they graduated, they were married. They got a house in the suburbs where they currently are now. California really is a beautiful place, and it seems like they fit in perfectly, Quinn a real estate agent, and Finn helping coach at Stanford. During senior year, Quinn and I realized we had no reason to be 'enemies' anymore, since I didn't want Finn anymore, so we became good friends. We write to each other on a daily basis. We could email, but Quinn thinks it's more "elegant' to write, so we do.

Senior year wasn't just a stage for mine and Finn's breakup, but one for Tina's and Mike's as well. Their breakup was mutual, which meant no awkward tension in the choir room. Like my breakup, they decided they were better as friends, and a couple weeks after, Tina was with Artie again. The day they walked into the choir room holding hands, all heads turned to Mike, most of us expecting a big scene, but all he did was smile and nod at the couple, silently giving his check of approval.

So, after graduation, Mike meet up with Matt, who he had kept in close contact with all these years, and they both decided to move to California as well, to LA to be exact. After their 4 years at a dance school, they got their big break, becoming backup dancers in some of the hottest music videos.

Tina and Artie moved to Texas, where Artie decided to pursue his dream of directing while Tina became a lawyer. They have been dating for all these years, and we are all just waiting for a ring.

Mercedes, being the lovely diva that she is, decided to do something a little more extravagant, and moved to Europe. She studied there for over 4 years, learning all different languages and cultures. She now works as a translator and guide for a company who works with many of today's world leaders. She loves it over there, and annually sends us postcards and emails, updating everyone of her current adventures.

The only person they haven't heard from in a couple of years was Mr. Shuester. 2 years after they all graduated, him and Emma got married. He taught for another 2 years, until he decided he accomplished everything he could. So, he and Emma went to live up in Maine, where, last she heard, they owned a B&B (Bed and Breakfast).

Though we all became good friends in senior year, I still had my best friends. 4 best friends to be exact. Kurt, Santana, Blaine, and Brittney. Kurt, Blaine, and I always clicked, and Britt is one of the nicest people on the planet, but Santana and I formed this strong bond senior year. After her secret came out, she seemed more mellowed out. Don't get me wrong, she will always be the fiery Latina we all know, love, and are often frightened by, but we could all tell she was more herself, and after that, we just became best friends.

Those four were living in the Big Apple. Yep, you heard me right; they are living in New York. Kurt and Blaine got accepted into NYADA, but Kurt decided against it, which shocked everyone. He wanted to become a fashion designer, which was his dream. So, he applied and got into FIT, Fashion Institute of Technology, in New York. He is now one of the hottest up and coming designers, while Blaine is staring on Broadway.

The four of them live together now, in a giant 16th floor Manhattan apartment. Santana went to NYU, but got a modeling contract. Britt also went to NYU, got a degree in business, and now has opened a dance school for little kids, which she runs.

They all talk at least twice a day. She would be lying if she said she wasn't jealous of them, because she was. They were all living in altered versions of her dream, and she is 500 miles away in a small town, a mother. Don't get her wrong, she loves Eli and wouldn't give him up for anything, even her Broadway dream, but she still wonders sometimes what her life would be like now if she didn't get pregnant.

She looks at her life compared to everyone else's. They got there. They got to their dreams, grabbed them, and are now living them to the fullest. She looks at what she is now, a teacher. Never in a million years would she have expected herself a teacher and a teacher at McKinley no less. While raising Eli, she got her teacher degree online, and about 1 year ago, when Eli started kindergarten. She teaches math, and she can't really complain. It may not pay as much as she truly would have wanted, but it pays her bills and feeds her family, so she is ok with it. She helps out in the music every now and then, which is an amazing feeling.

Sam works at McKinley too. After he went to Ohio State, he became the history teacher and the football coach.

Anyway, back to the invitation, the initial shock blew over fast and was quickly replaced with giddiness and excitement. She got to see all her friends again. When they all got together, it felt like high school again. She forgot about all her cares and worries and just had fun. Not to mention that they all just about fawned over Eli.

Everyone of them had been so understanding after it all happened. They had never said anything about Puck and what they thought of him, and she never asked. They all sent clothes and toys for Eli at least once a month, and talked with him for a good 45 minutes over Skype whenever they chatted with her. He had about the best group of aunties and uncles a little boy could ask for. He was spoiled rotten, especially at Christmas or one his birthday. They excepted him into their little dysfunctional family as soon as he was born.

She looked over the invitation. It was going to be held at the McKinley gym in 5 days. She smiled and stood up, placing the invitation on the table, and walked over to Eli's door, knocking on it lightly. When she heard a "yeah" come from the other side, she opened it and poked her head in. She smiled at Eli, and said only a few words, "Our family is coming." Eli's face brightened as he leapt into the air, then fell back to the ground, then continued to jump up and down a few more times, all the while screaming "Yes! More presents!"

Santana saw the envelope and smirked. She knew what it was even before she opened it. She tore it open and scanned over the letter, skipping the nice intro and skipping to the date, place, and time. She then picked up her cell and dialed his number, the smirk never leaving her lips.

He was cleaning up the shop when she called. He picked it up on the first ring, knowing it must be important, since she had just called him on Monday, and she almost never called him twice in one week.

"What?" He spoke as soon as he picked up.

She could hear the worry in his voice and rolled her eyes at it. "Morning to you too Puckerman. Relax, no bad news, just one thing. It's time."

He knew what she was saying. It was finally time, the moment he had been working for these past six years.

"When? Where?" he rushed out.

She chuckled "5 days, the old gym, at 8:30pm"

Five days. Five days and he was going to see them. His heart raced as he felt it's thumping in his ears. He sat down to steady himself. If he wasn't such a badass, he would've fainted, but since he was, he didn't.

"Listen Puckerman," her voice went cold and hard, "I swear to God, you mess this up, and no more chances. I will kill you with my own bare hands, got it? And I know for a fact I won't be the only one."

"You really think I would mess this up? I know you think pretty low of me, Satan, but really?"

If it hadn't been for her giving him a death threat, she might have chuckled at the nickname.

"I would never mess this up, I promise."

"Good. See you then." Then nothing but dial tone rung in his ear. She had never really been good at a simple 'goodbye' had she?

He set the phone down, and that's when it all hit him: he was going to see his little boy for the first time in 5 days. 5 days and he was going to see the love of his life again. And those two things scared the live outta him.

He looked around his shop. It was all he had worked to build in the last 6 years, and he felt that he had done it. He had made a good life for them. Now the question was, would they want to, no, even consider, coming to share it with him?

Guess he would find out in 5 days wouldn't he?

Ok, so I know the ending was a bit random, but I promise it will be explained in full detail. Just wanted to show that Puck was indeed alive and well.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!

Next Chapter: Puck. That's all i'm saying.

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