Pairings: Marley x ? and Finchel… too many pairings to be listed right here.

Timeline: ten years from the current season

Warnings: Some confusion until later revealed the pairing, mild cursing and some sexual references

Genres: Romance/ Drama

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

Authors Note: Like I stated above, this story will have some confusing elements. First of all, the child in questions father will not be revealed until the last chapter (AKA chapter four) and the two chapters in between are questioning the possibilities. This is just the introduction, of course, to see where everyone ended up, but I hope this leaves you guessing. I may just be seriously upset if you guess it in the first chapter. (Not really, haha.) Anyways, enjoy!

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Will Schuester was a lucky man. A very lucky man indeed. He was married to the woman of his dreams, had one perfect, musically gifted child and his glee club was right on the path to winning Nationals. Again. If that wasn't lucky, and most would disagree, then he'd be a monkey's uncle.

Now if he said he didn't miss his original (and by that he means the very first group as well as the second) he'd be lying. His 'kids' had all grown up and he hadn't seen most of them in years. (Save for the few who were actually famous.)

His beautiful wife, Emma, rounded the corner, frantically dusting miniscule particles away from the banister. The banister of their new—perfect in every way—dream home. Life with Emma was more than he could have ever imagined it would be.

"Emma, where's Tim?" he asked, in that typical way he had of speaking to her. Affectionately yet firm.

She barely glanced up at him, scrubbing something that was already pristine. "Playing with his games." Will nodded. That was all the correspondence he needed.

So he kissed her cheek and wandered down the hall to where his son sat firing away at pixelated zombies. As he leaned against the door frame, idly observing as the plasma screen became covered in blood and guts, he wandered.

He had a lot of pull at McKinley now, winning all those trophies did miracles for his two cents. After all that hard work the kids put in, students now considered it was cool to be in glee club.

For the hell of it, he was going to invite all his old glee club students back. A party. Hopefully, they'd all come, hopefully they'd all enjoy it.

"Tim?" Will drawled, gaining the attention of the blond boy. "Should we plan a party?"

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"Rachel?" Finn called out, shifting the envelopes around in his hands. Most of it was junk mail. Some was relevant, bills and such. And a formal letter from Mr. Schue. This had ought to be interesting.

The brunette appeared, fixing a silver hoop earring in her lobe, "What?"

Finn slapped down the other letters and waggled the invitation. "Got something from Mr. S." Rachel's brow arched as she approached the significantly taller male and snatched the paper from his hands.

She tore into it, peeling back the envelope to grasp the creamy parchment. As she scanned Mr. Schue's invitation, Finn circled around her to get a look at the words.

"A reunion?" Rachel says, stunned. Finn took it from her, reading it himself. Indeed it was. Mr. Schue was inviting nearly all of his students back for a get together in the auditorium at McKinley.

His light brown eyes twinkled, "What do you say, Rach?" Honestly, Finn wanted to go. He hadn't seen many of his friends in a long time once they settled in a penthouse in New York. Other than seeing Kurt and Blaine when they went for breakfast at Tiffany's, it's been sparse in the old friend department.

Rachel chewed on her lip, "I don't know… Aren't you going to a teachers convention that weekend?" Finn loved teaching, almost as much as he loved Rachel. His experience teaching the glee club back in the old days inspired this. Yet as much as he loved his profession (and he really did, it's like a second Rachel to him) this seemed too important to pass up.

"I can miss it," he declared, wrapping his arms around her waist. Rachel sighed, closing her eyes, listening to the calm beat of his heart. Rachel wouldn't deny him this. He knew she wanted to go to. It wasn't hard to tell. She was clutching the paper he held.

"Okay," she agreed.

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Kurt sang for one reason and one reason only. He loved the thrill of it. The pure feeling of euphoria he got from a standing ovation at the end of a show. That and he was an amazing singer.

So when Blaine teasingly held a reunion invitation in his face, he squealed with joy. Kurt just knew this was a prime opportunity to show the new kids just how one hit a high F. After all, he was a master of it. Plus he seriously missed Mercedes.

"I can't wait to go!" Kurt cried, eyeing their invite with an unmasked excited joy, Blaine had to laugh.

"It's not for a few weeks," he explained coolly. Kurt rolled his eyes and hugged his boyfriend.

"You don't get it. I miss girl time," Kurt said.

Blaine cracked a grin, "You have Rachel."

Kurt made a face. "As much as I love the girl, I miss Mercedes and Tina. All of them, you know?" His girls. It's been years before any of them could easily see each other , what with them all living on different sides of the country.

Blaine simply nuzzled Kurt's neck affectionately. In this pathetically small apartment their renting in New York, Kurt's never felt more at home. He loved Blaine and this tiny chunk of heaven proved that. Maybe there truly was Nirvana on Earth.

Too bad he was an atheist…

"Are you prepared to go?" Kurt demanded. "We have to be ready. I don't want you flailing around the day of trying to find your favourite bow tie."

"It's not for a few weeks," Blaine reminds, only to kick himself in the head for it.

Kurt glimpsed at him indigently, "It's never too early to pack for a trip. I should buy a fedora just for the occasion!"

Blaine chuckled.

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Cranking the wrench around the bolt was like second nature to Jake now. He was so use—routine—to this he didn't have to think about it anymore. Frankly, this was Jake now.

"Yo, little brother from another mother, come here." Jake, of course, ignored his half-brother. This was also 'normal' for their little family. Just him and Puck; living each day to the fullest in their small mechanics shop. Out in Houston Texas, they bought out the tiny shop and have worked her for about six years now.

"Jake!" Puck's voice grew louder and increasingly annoyed. Jake clenched his teeth together, paying no attention to the older man. This car belonged to an important client; whatever Puck had to say could wait. Unfortunately, Puck was never the patient type.

A hand clasped around Jake's ankle, jerking him out from under the car, the little scooters wheels squealing. Puck towered above him, glowering, dangling a piece of paper.

Jake rolled his eyes, "What's that?"

"Schuester invited us to a little get together with the whole crew. I thought we should go." Jake swallowed the lump in his throat. He hadn't seen… a certain someone in ten years now. Would… could it be possible that she would be there?

Jake kicked him, "I guess so. But I have to finish with this car first."

Puck's eyes twinkled mischievously, "Eager? It's not for a few weeks still." Jake kicked him again.

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~At the party~

Tina crossed her legs at the ankles, watching with joyful eyes as students poured into the auditorium. She glanced at her husband, a flash of affection crossed her face as she reached out to take his hand. Artie smiled briefly at her, shaking the rattle for their son. She couldn't remember when it happened, but one day, the woke up and realized how much they needed each other. Like their first year in glee club, it combusted spontaneously and honestly, Tina couldn't have been happier.

It wasn't that full yet. Sugar and her husband, Joe (from what Tina gathered them to be) chatted with Quinn. Wow was Quinn amazing. Last Tina had heard from her, she was a top notch lawyer in Washington. Tina wasn't sure what Sugar or Joe did, but he'd ditched the dread locks.

Brittany and Santana held hands, chatting up a storm with Mr. Schue and Emma. It was strange, Tina still couldn't stop calling him Mr. Schue after all these years, but Emma was never an issue. Brittany's research at MIT continued, and she really was one of the smartest people in America. (She dressed smartly now.) Santana was still looking for an acting gig that fit her, other than the small role she had in a movie, a Latino woman who gets shot in a convenience store. She was most proud of that role. (Acting was her true calling she said. Drama fits her life perfectly. She aspires to one day be the star on a Mexican soap opera.)

Tina squeezed Artie's fingers tighter when Mike walked in with a petite Asian woman on his arm. She hadn't realized he'd gotten married. All she knew was he owned a dance studio.

"This sure is a huge slap of nostalgia, isn't it?" Artie commented, making a face at their son. Bennett giggled and Tina smiled a bit.

"Yeah, I forget just how much time has passed since I've seen everyone." Mercedes entered the room, looking fabulous with her sky high hair and red tunic. She was a famous singer now, three albums in the mix and two concert tours already. In fact, on their way here, they heard her song on the radio.

As if the fame in the room continued to grow with the Broadway stars, Rachel, Kurt and Blaine arriving, Tina felt miserable. All of her potential wasted away. Out of everyone, she was the only one who stayed in Lima. Well, her and Artie. Could they have done more with their lives?

Artie noticed her demure and sighed. "I know what you're thinking, Tina. I know it's hard, but it'll be okay."

Tina shook him off when Rachel approached, offering her a hug.

"How's Broadway?" Tina asks, stars in her eyes. Rachel laughs, Finn appearing to joke with Artie.

Rachel grins, "It's amazing. I think Barbra herself would be proud." Tina just nods, gazing out at the crowd of people. So far, the originals were all here, excluding Puck who had yet to show with his brother, and the majority of the second generation.

She wondered if Marley was going to show up. It wasn't Marley's fault, not at all, but after that incident, she just left the school and New Directions. But for some reason, she really did believe it to be her fault. That's what Jake told Puck who told Artie. Things still spread like wildfire.

With the arrival of Puck and Jake, Tina had a feeling. A gut instinct which provoked her to look up at the door with the next arrival. Marley…

Marley had gotten older, obviously, like everyone in the room had, but her age made her even more beautiful. Her blue eyes brighter, her hair fuller. It was like a spell was cast over the once shy and self-conscious girl. She was meatier than the skinny girl from ten years ago. Amazing.

Only then did Tina's eyes drop. Held onto Marley's hand was a precious little girl. Thick dark brown hair curled around her angelic face with doe eyes.

Tina stepped forward, startled, as were half of the old New Direction members. Marley was alone, excluding the girl, so that left one question, and one question only.

"Who's the father?!"

Well… Any guesses? Who's there? Who isn't there? Questions… Questions… Resolutions yet to happen. What did you think? Tell me in the review! Also, my apologise if they're OOC in anyway.

~Emerald~