A/N: Y'all, trust me, I am not Team Finn… Finn is one of my least favorite characters in the world of Glee, as is Rachel… but I know that Sam and Mercedes love them, so to be true to Glee and all, I thought that if it did happen, it'd happen like I described, or close to it…

One Sweet Day

Renting a house for the weekend was simple enough, but being superstars and returning to Lima was not as easy. Fortunately, both of them had not told a soul, besides the best of their friends from high school that they would be in town for the reunion. Unfortunately, Marvel had mentioned one of his social sites, "Headed to Lima with the whole fam," and it spread like wildfire. Even though he was only fourteen, many of his followers were fans of his mother, his father, or both. Some fans were so hardcore that they thought you couldn't be a fan of only one of them – that based upon how much they loved each other as a family, you had to be a fan of the whole unit in order to consider yourself a fan of any of its individual components.

Mercedes and Marvel were both listening to music, DC was reading, Whitney was looking through magazines and Majesty was taking turns playing with her little brother and watching a DVD when he was sleeping. After several hours, Marvel complained, "Why couldn't we just take the jet to Lima?"

"We are attempting to not draw attention to ourselves. You kids have it easy. We let Manny and Nanny take you a lot of the times and you guys can blend in a little better than we can. Mom and I lived in Lima and there are a lot of people who already will notice us. We don't want to be any more conspicuous than we have to. We're going to see your grandparents and visit with old friends," Sam said.

Marvel sighed and said, "People already know that we'll be in town. I don't even know what's so bad about some attention. We're famous. We're supposed to get attention. If we didn't get attention, we wouldn't be famous."

Sam glanced at Mercedes and answered his son, "I guess it's a thing you won't ever understand because you've always been famous."

But, Mercedes was onto something else: "What do you mean people already know we'll be in town?"

Marvel looked confused as to why this was even a question. "I posted it on Yo Stats when we we're leaving L.A. My trackers have been posting stats about it since… some of our mutual and joint trackers have been too."

"This boy put us on Yo Stats… Marvel, the whole point of us doing things this way was to avoid the paparazzi and have this visit be as normal as possible."

"The paparazzi is normal," he said.

"She meant normal people normal… not Evans clan normal. Every time we come to Lima, we can only enjoy it for a good day or two tops before we're swarmed with fans and cameras outside of the house, every time we try to go from place to place. Mom and I would like to sometimes be able to just see G-Dad and G-ma Jones and hang out at a few places that were really special to us when we were dating in school and hit up places we used to make memories with our friends without being tracked every step."

"He's not going to understand," Mercedes realized. "Marvel, next time, just do not say anything, okay, Son?"

"Okay," he said, resigned to a sigh. What was so wrong with being famous and actually liking it? All of the teenagers in the world who wanted to be his friend, who wanted to be like him and/or with him seemed to him that normal people wanted what they had… why would he want to act like the normal people?

Kurt and Blaine's entire family was immaculately dressed (every single day), and this was no exception. Andrew was probably the most stylish twelve year old alive and Winter Rose was an eight year old who lived for fashion. They rushed to the Evans' children excitedly and the entire group of them disappeared somewhere together in the weekend house. "So, I see that it is still Diva and Dork time. Sam, did you realize that you were going to be coming to reunion?" Kurt asked as he waved his hand up and down what Sam was wearing. "When did you grow a beard?"

"Hey! You leave his beard alone. I love it. He looks absolutely sexy with it and it tickles really nicely," Mercedes said and Sam exhibited the tickling when he administered a few kisses to her neck and watched her tingle and shiver, pleasantly.

Blaine had collected Wagner and admitted, "I think that I want another one." He bit Wagner on the cheeks and made all kinds of sounds when he did.

"I do, too," Sam said. Mercedes just looked at him, incredulously. "What? We always said however many God decides to give us."

"Yeah, and I'm pretty sure that God knows that five is enough," Mercedes told him. "I love my kids and I enjoy the pregnancies, but I am getting older and it takes a lot of energy to be a mom and a superstar. It takes a lot more to be a wife, superstar and supermom, and being a superwife-superstar-supermom is already the hardest thing that I have ever had to do. I have a child for each finger on the hand that rocks the cradle… seems to be enough."

"You have more children than that," Blaine reminded her, with Wagner hoisted on his side.

"Well yes, of course – Andrew and Winnie, and of course Mike and Tina's kids… I meant that I am actually raising on a daily basis, while I tackle my career that I intend to retire gracefully from and not to fall from grace from."

"You guys hear from Rachel?" Sam asked, suddenly. Mercedes shook her head at his terrible timing. He didn't even seem to realize that he asked about Rachel right after the comment that she'd made.

"She's definitely coming," Kurt said. "Winter Rose spoke with her earlier, and she was getting off of the plane. She's going to visit Will and Emma, then she'll be gathering with us, here."

Sam sat down on the couch and said, "Fair warning, guys…. Marvel posted a stat that we would be here this weekend."

"Oh, we know. We track him," Blaine said. "I added to that statistic."

"I did too. We all did. Do you even keep up with Yo Stats, Sam?" Kurt asked, incredulously.

"No, I don't. Y'all don't think we're a little old to still be keeping up with social networking sites?" Sam asked. "It was exhausting when we were teenagers. It makes my brain hurt, now. The only reason that I'm on it is to police my girls' records and make sure that no predators or shady figures are tracking their stats."

"Predators prey on boys, too," Blaine reminded him.

"My boys are older and they know how to handle themselves better than Whitney and Majesty… and Majesty's too young to have a page of her own, anyway… but her mom let her get a page filed in Mercedes' records… is that what it's called? I even get tired trying to remember the terminology of this thing." Kurt shook his head and threw his hands up at how hopeless his poor Sam still was.

Blaine sat down with Wagner on his lap and began to play games with him. "Being a daddy is tough work, but I can't think of anything more rewarding. It makes me sad to think that there are still people in the world that would want to deny Kurt and I the chance to do it. Sebastian is ready, now… Dave is still hesitant."

"Probably remembering how hard he made it for the kids who were different in school," Sam said. "So, are they going to try, or what?"

"They're considering adopting," Blaine said.

Kurt added, "But, Sebastian has already claimed that they needed a 'post potty training child,' yeah – he's totally ready to be a father." Kurt reached for Wagner and the boy immediately came to him. "This child loves sparkly things. I will not be surprised if he turns out to be one of us," and nuzzled him with his nose.

"I don't know – he's quite a flirt with the ladies," Mercedes observed. He kissed some random woman on the hand last week, at the whole foods store, when she stopped to say hi because she's having a baby and in this phase where she admires other people's kids that are already here." Sam fist pumped. "And that's how his dad responds – a fist pump… encouraging our son to just kiss on strangers."

Sam said, "He's taking lessons from his old man. He sees me kiss on you all the time and he doesn't know the difference. To him, that's a greeting. If I had to vote on one of our kids turning out to be gay, I would say DC," Sam stated.

Kurt laughed and shook his head, "Are you kidding me? DC is the least stylish child that you have. He wouldn't even qualify as metrosexual…"

"Don't put my kid in a box, Kurt," Sam said. "Besides, you make it sound as if every gay male has to be like you, or like Blaine. So, you're not only putting DC in a box, but you're putting yourself and Blaine in one, too." Wagner started to squirm and groan and Sam talked softly and sweetly to him, "Sorry, lil' man. You want all your daddies to stop talking so rough, huh? Doesn't make a difference, huh? We'll love all of you, no matter who you turn out to be!" Wagner reached for his father, then for his mother.

Mercedes took him from Sam and asked, "Are Sebastian and Dave coming to the reunion? I know that neither of them graduated from McKinley, but Dave is still alumni and I figured he at least has a friend or two there that might invite him."

"I invited him," Kurt said. "Whether or not he's coming, I can't say." His phone rang and he answered, "Rachel!" He rushed to the door and the others followed him. When he opened the door, Rachel was standing there with several bags of luggage and gift bags from several different stores. She almost looked like a cartoon character carrying all of it. "Darling!" Kurt cheered and rushed to give her an extremely big hug that nearly tackled her to the ground. The others hugged her as well and began to help her bring her things inside.

"I hope that none of you mind – I brought all of the children gifts," she announced.

"Of course we don't mind," Kurt cooed and ushered her inside as he left Sam and Blaine to handle the bags. "Tip the cabbie," Kurt whispered to Blaine, then announced to Rachel, "We have to go shopping for the perfect clothes to wear tonight. Mercedes can leave the baby with Sam and we girls can hit the mall and pretend to be commoners…"

Sam and Mercedes entered the reunion with an entourage… Kurt and Blaine, one each on Rachel's arm, Mike and Tina behind them, Puck and Quinn, Sebastian and David all came inside together. Quinn and Puck weren't dating or together, for that matter, but they'd decided to attend the reunion together, as Quinn's husband was currently in the middle of a high profile case and generally stayed out of the limelight, when he was… traveling amongst the likes of Mercedes Jones-Evans, Sam Evans, Kurt Hummel-Anderson (the self appointed and publically accepted king and queen of fashion and design), Dave Karofsky (successful sports agent) and Sebastian Smythe (model, singer, dancer, actor, and whenever that would end: Harvard graduate), even traveling to some place as Lima, Ohio – was the limelight.

Santana saw them all come in together and shook her head. Hell, they could have told her that it was a group date, but she supposed that they simply all must have thought that they were too much for her to even be included in the walk in. Hell – Mike and Tina weren't that damned famous. In fact, if it wasn't for her touring with Mercedes and being a close frined of the family, people wouldn't even know Tina. Who, besides theatre nerds actually pays any attention to the makeup and costumes people of Broadway productions? And even though Mike was an astounding dancer and doing quite well in it, she knew that mostly dancers and musicians knew of him, but the everyday person probably could care less. Stop being bitter, Santana – these people were your friends, once, She told herself.

Brittany and Artie were on the dance floor, already, like some dancing fools. Santana rolled her eyes. She and Brittany had a good run and they were totally in love, even when they broke up… but things just changed between them. Santana had a problem adjusting with the fact that so many of their friends were becoming famous and she still wasn't. She was just as talented as any of them! She'd even made sure that she went to college, while she was pursuing her dream of becoming famous. Her underground mixtapes and albums were wonderful, back in the day… but she never just broke out the way that she wanted.

Mercedes had let her make an album in her in home studio when she was having one of her kids – Santana couldn't really remember which one since Sam Evans acted like Mercedes was some kind of baby depository, but even though that album was produced and promoted by Mercedes Jones, it didn't do as well as Santana would have wanted. At first, it seemed fantastic, people were on the bandwagon, like CRAZY and the album even made it to the top ten.

By the next year, when Santana was picked up by a major recording label, the sound of the music and the way that the album was created didn't serve her fanbase as much as it did a bunch of preteen girls. That was fine, except for the fact that preteen girls were fickle and while they made her even more famous and richer, they also sucked all of the artistic quality out of her work and she ultimately became a passing fad. When she was ready to get back to being true to the music and to herself, she only had a small niche to market to, and that simply was not going to afford her future. She still got royalties off of her first album and a pinch of royalties from her second album (as the label received the bulk of finances for it), but she was not a star and the stardom that she did have was terribly short lived.

Brittany had a talk show, then a reality TV show, teaching people how to have talk shows. Santana wondered if Brittany ever realized that people watched her show to laugh AT her, but Brittany probably wouldn't have cared, anyway. She made the most and the best of everything that she had and did. One of her favorite moments in life was to have Ellen on her show, and for them to dance together. Santana remembered crying as she watched it, sorry for pushing Brittany away, but happy that Brittany bounced back and became virtually better than ever, and thinking that even as an old lady, Ellen was adorable and fun. Brittany had invited her to come see the show, but she'd been too busy with her advertising job to make the trip. She became one of those bitchy, single career women… and it drove her insane that she knew she fell into a category that people probably always thought that she would.

Santana made her way to the group and said, "Well, if Sam's fish lips, Rachel's huge nose and Weezy's weave hadn't decided to grace us, I don't know what type of party this would be…" The group tackled her into a huge bear hug and greeted her with kisses and loving words.

Mercedes wouldn't even let go of her, "Girl, we thought that you weren't coming! You have no idea how much we've missed you!"

Santana took a deep breath and flipped her hair back, "Famous people aren't the only busy people alive, you know. There are those of us who make others and make things famous for a living… and that's sometimes an even more demanding task than being famous. Trust me, I've done both," she said with a laugh.

Sam announced, "Yeah, I saw you on the cover of one of those successful magazines. I bought it. It's in my collection." Santana swallowed and stared at his excited and proud eyes.

"That was nothing. You guys are on magazine covers all of the time. I've been on three since I began being in advertising," she said.

Rachel shook her head and lifted her hands towards Santana's face to cup it as she said, "Santana, you are absolutely one of the best advertising executives in New York. I literally refer everyone looking to advertise anything that I know of to your company."

"It isn't my company…" she tried to downgrade.

Rachel glanced at Kurt and asked, "Do you know the name of anyone else who works there?"

He shrugged and waved a hand, "It's not even important to me because I refer everyone to Santana. It's a given."

Rachel held both of Santana's hands and told her, "You got what you always wanted. You aren't just famous, but you help others to be famous, too. You should be so proud of yourself for being at the top of your game." She sniffled and wiped her eyes, "I need to make my way to the little diva's room…" Quinn glanced at Rachel leave and everyone else was silent, for a moment.

"How is she holding up?" Santana asked, when Rachel left the room.

Quinn shook her head and said, "To be honest, this is the most together that I've seen her in a while." Quinn had been the one to keep the most contact with Rachel, simply because she was the one that Rachel reached out to the most concerning her heartache over Finn. They had been pretty close during college and Rachel always was slightly obsessed with Quinn, even though Quinn was the wife of one of the most successful lawyers in New York and a partner at her firm, and Rachel was a Broadway star… they were still friends, and Quinn was Rachel's lawyer, when she allegedly appeared at an event high on cocaine and was arrested.

Quinn saw to it that Rachel served no time, entered a program and paid a fine. Rachel wrote a book about her struggles with the drug, with rehab, and with finally finding closure on the man that she loved and lost. It was a best seller, and Rachel moved on to begin producing shows, instead of performing in them. Whether or not she was still doing any drugs was beyond everyone. "We should check on her," Mercedes suggested, then turned with Quinn, Santana and Tina following her out.

Artie rolled up to the fellows and said, "Thanks for inviting me, guys. This is much more fun than my ten year reunion was… I don't even think I'm gonna make it to my twenty."

Puck shrugged and said, "I don't remember even caring about any of these people… did we really even graduate in 2012?"

"I didn't," Sam, Tina, Artie, and Blaine said.

Mike laughed and said, "Let's keep it real, guys – we never cared about our graduating class or senior year stuff. We did everything glee style. Remember… all of the glee club went on senior skip day with us…" he gestured at Artie and said, "Well, except Artie and Quinn, but… It's always been about Glee to us and we're all really here, because of glee; because of the tribute that Sam made for Finn."

Artie commented, "I'm making one for Becky next year, and I know that she wasn't glee, and that you all didn't really know her that well, but…"

"We're gonna be there," Puck promised. Artie nodded with a smile as Puck said, "That old girl was something else." He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and cleared his throat.

Sam asked the question, "What can I say about Finn Hudson?" Then, there were his friends, at different times, sharing their memories of him, set to recordings of Finn singing as the background music. There were clips of different Glee performances and Finn on the football field, in high school. There were clips of videos he'd sent home to Carol, when he was in the military and a slideshow of all of the photos that Sam had of him and ones of he and other friends. The last person to speak on the tribute was Rachel, who spoke of when they first met, how she always knew she loved him, and how she always would. "Finn Hudson, you'll never be away from any of us. You live on in our hearts," she said through tears and kissed the camera.

Then, the old Glee club – all of the former members took the stage to perform "One Sweet Day." Mercedes technically was not supposed to perform at such events, but had fought with her recording company to do this, for her friend, and even if they had not approved it, she would have done it for him and for Rachel… She didn't even mind being the backup singer, though she was the one to belt out all of the major notes at the end of the song, along with Rachel.

Then, the song ended with Rachel, crying, trying to finish, "Sorry, I never told you… all I wanted to say…" and Mercedes wrapped her arm around her crying friend, as Kurt came to help her collect the distraught woman from the stage. As they took her away, Will and Emma made the move to see to her, as well.

Whitney rubbed her arms as she held herself. Everyone was on their way. She could not figure out what was wrong with her father. He had barely said anything all weekend and he suddenly fell over. She rushed him to the ER and the doctors were in with him as she made all of the calls. The doctor had told her nothing yet, and she was worried that whatever had happened might be a turn for the worse. He had not even talked to Mercedes in the days that she watched him be completely silent. He had simply just been in something like a daze, sort of how he was when her mother died. She wondered if he'd realized… she wondered if he was alright.