A/N: I'M BACK! AND IT FEELS SO GOOD!
I'm really sorry about this hiatus, thank you for sticking with me. School and rehearsals has been keeping me really busy, but the show I was in is done and I'm on vacation. And this chapter is going to be slightly different from the others. Instead of doing pairs it's going to be individuals. I really hope it works.
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"Kurt! You look fabulous!" Rachel squealed. She embraced her best friend.
"Rach! Oh my gosh!" Kurt held her at arm's length.
"How are the kids?"
"They're fine. They're with the parents. How about Krissy?"
"With the parents. I just can't believe we got here without a major meltdown."
"There was some minor crying; it was Mollie's first flight."
"Oh, I don't miss flying with a baby,"
"Enough about the children, how've you been?"
"I've been taking a break, staying home with Krissy. What about you?"
"Designing clothes is the snootiest job I've ever done, but I love it. Blaine's writing plays here and there, so he stays home a lot."
"If he decides to write a musical, call me." Rachel laughed.
"Rachel, excuse me, it seems that Blaine needs me," he nodded at his signaling husband.
"Of course," Kurt walked off, leaving Rachel to find somebody else.
"Rachel!"
"Mercedes! Hi!" They hugged.
"You look fantastic!"
"So do you! You here with anybody?"
"My boyfriend, Dexter." She pointed to a man standing in the corner, on his phone. "How's Jesse?"
"Oh. He's fine. Still singing?"
Mercedes nodded, "From time to time. And you?"
"Not since I had Kristina. It's terrible that out of an entire Glee Club only one of us still sings professionally." Rachel said solemnly.
"I know, but some of us got jobs in the arts. Britt still dances and Artie directs."
"I know that," Rachel waved her hand, "But we sang. I guess High School never lasts." She sighed.
Mercedes shrugged, "Yeah… Do you think they'd have tots here?"
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"So… what do you do now?" Finn coughed awkwardly.
Jesse had no idea who he had gotten himself into this situation. One second he was checking his phone, the next he was being questioned by a man he thought he'd never see again. "I coach New York's number one show choir." Jesse beamed proudly, "And you?"
"Oh, I'm a mechanic."
Jesse raised an eyebrow, trying not to judge too harshly. "Oh…. Where?"
"Kurt's father owns a garage," Finn obviously wasn't too keen on the topic.
He nodded slowly, "I see, well… it was good talking to you…"
Finn opened his mouth, as if to say something, but the closed it, "Yeah…"
Jesse nodded once more and walked away. Just as he was closing in on his wife he found himself face-to-face with Blaine Hummel-Anderson, "Hello Blaine!"
"Hi Jesse, fancy seeing you here," He joked.
"How was your flight?"
"Good, good. It could have been much worse. And yours?"
"It went impressively well. Where are you housing the kids?"
"Well, they're currently with Kurt's family, but after this I'll be dropping them off at my mom's house,"
Jesse nodded, "Good idea. Aren't they growing up so fast? Our babies aren't babies anymore."
Blaine grinned at the cheesiness, "You have no idea."
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Finn shuffled awkwardly towards the curly haired figure. "Um, Jesse?" The shorter man spun around, "Hi… it's Finn… Finn Hudson…"
"Oh! Hi Finn." Jesse smiled.
"Hi Jesse… So, what's going on?"
"Um, nothing much… I have a daughter, she's five."
"I have three kids. A pair of twin boys and a baby girl."
"That's amazing" Jesse smiled, "It must be loud at your house."
Finn nodded, "You can't imagine."
"Luckily for me, my Krissy isn't as loud as her mother," Jesse's smile widened.
Finn mirrored his grin, "Yeah, well…" Finn had run out of things to say and he coughed slightly, "So… what do you do now?"
"I coach New York's number one show choir. And you?"
Finn looked down, suddenly feeling ashamed, "Oh, I'm a mechanic."
"Oh…. Where?" Jesse gave a slight nod.
"Kurt's father owns a garage,"
"I see, well… it was good talking to you…"
Finn opened his mouth. He felt he needed to defend himself, but he then realized, now was not the time, "Yeah…" He turned to find his wife.
But then, "Hey, Hudson!"
Oh, god… "Hi Santana." He turned to face the Latina.
"How's it going, Frankenteen?"
Finn sighed, "Santana, I'm thirty-three." They'd have this conversation every time they met.
She cocked her head, "Well then, I'll be needing some new nicknames. So what's going on with you?"
"The usual, work, kids. You know them."
"I do. Tell them Aunty Santana says hi and that next time I'll bring them something good,"
"To make up for the time you all broke the chandelier?"
"Hey," She threw up her hands in defense, "Evan threw the ball, I didn't do anything."
"That's the point; you should have caught the ball." Finn looked at her with a wicked grin.
"Oh well, I paid for it, didn't I?"
Finn laughed, "That didn't stop Quinn from nearly killing the boys."
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At the sight of the full room Quinn stopped her husband, "Finn, you go in now. I need to use the bathroom."
"Sure, hon."
Quinn sighed and ran a hand through her blonde hair. Her heels clacked as she walked briskly to the closest bathroom. It had been a while since she walked the halls of William McKinley. But it seemed as if time had stood still. The bathroom was still tiled in gray and the halls a disgusting yellow. She splashed a bit of water onto her face; she hadn't expected everyone to come. Dammit, Fabray! Of course they would all come! What the hell were you thinking? Quinn thought to herself. She gave a very audible sigh and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked perfect, as usual. Her hair flowed around her shoulders and her pink cardigan matched the dress she wore.
No matter how she looked, the fact that she was the only one of the group to still live in Ohio was embarrassing. Well, she loved her job (mostly) and her kids (no matter how loud they got) and her husband (no matter how clueless he was). But she was still stuck in this good-for-nothing town while al her friends were stars. They had grown up to be lawyers, actors, singers, dancers, playwrights, among other things. Quinn was in real estate and her husband was a mechanic. She gave another sigh.
Someone coughed behind her, "Quinn?"
The blonde spun around, "Oh! Rachel! Hello!"
"Wow… Quinn, you look great! How have you been?"
"Fine, fine. Life's been quite busy. Three kids and a job." Quinn shrugged slightly.
"Three kids? I only have one."
"Girl or boy?"
"Girl, Kristina. She's five. And yours?"
"A pair of twins, Evan and Ethan. They're nine. And a baby girl, Isabel."
"Wow," Rachel said again. It was clear to Quinn that she had something else to say, with the way her eyes darted around the room. Then she remembered something. This was the bathroom closest to the gymnasium. This was the bathroom she had slapped Rachel in during their junior year. Shit…
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A/N: I hope you liked it! It been a while since I wrote this, I hope I'm losing my touch. Please review, it means the world to me!