"Daddies' Berry!" Puck boomed, lumbering into the kitchen and high fiving an enormous black man. "What's good?"

"Good morning, Noah, always lovely to see you." The smaller, obviously Jewish one said and smiled at the mohawk'd boy.

"You too Papa H." Puck laughed, strolling over to the fridge, "Got any bacon?"

"Sorry kid, you know this is a kosher house." The larger of the two men answered. "Unfortunately."

"I don't know how you do it big man. I get you love the two little ones but I don't think I could live like this." Puck joked.

"I sneak it in when they're at temple." He whispered back conspiratorially.

"Leroy! While our daughter and I are enjoying our holy time you have been defiling our home with your non-kosher pork products? Well I've never!" Hiram gasped dramatically, placing his hand on his forehead.

"And I always wondered how little B got so dramatic." Santana whispered to Quinn who giggled in response.

"Oh! And who are these attractive young people?" Hiram asked excitedly, clapping his hands together.

"Daddy, this is Santana, Brittany, Quinn, Matt, and Michael, my boyfriend." Rachel explained, kissing Leroy on the head as she passed by him.

"Ah yes, the magnificent dancer boy you go on and on about." Leroy smirked. "How are you, boy? Take a seat, we don't bite."

"Much." Hiram added quietly with a chuckle.

"Father. Other father. Do not scare him." Rachel said firmly, glaring at her parents.

"Yes, dear." They chorused in unison, giving her their best innocent looks.

Rachel rolled her eyes, "Food, anyone?"

The occupants of the room cheered and lines up to receive their servings of pancakes except for Mike who stayed firmly in his spot across from Leroy.

Taking the opportunity of his daughter being distracted, Leroy leaned closer to the young man and lowered his voice. "So you're the boy that's been defiling my daughter."

"Oh- ah, no, um abso- absolutely not. We've been completely, uh, completely innocent. I wouldn't-" Mike stammered.

"Oh, what, my daughter isn't good enough for you?" Leroy growled, his eyes narrowing.

"No, not at all. I mean- um, she's more than good enough. She's too good for me, it's just I-"

Leroy's booming laugh cut him off. "Chill out, kid. I'm just fucking with you. I know you two have been good, she tells us everything. OW!"

Rachel smiled at her fathers pain, caused by her quick but sharp slap to his bald head. "What did I say, Dad?"

"To not scare him." Leroy mumbled, lowering his eyes.

"And what did you do?" Rachel asked, glowering at him.

"Scare him."

"No dessert for you after dinner and you're banned from Barbara night." Rachel said with an air of finality.

"But, sweetie!" Leroy protested.

"No buts! No chocolate or Barbara for you." Rachel declared.

"But you know I appreciate her more than your daddy! He never understood the magnitude of the effect she had on musical theatre!" Leroy argued.

"But Daddy did as I asked so he wins. Now go." Rachel demanded.

"Babygirl-"

"Go." Rachel glared at him and poked him in between the eyes. "And no more scaring Michael. Your appearance is very intimidating and it was very mean of you to Lord that over him."

"I'm sorry sweetie." Leroy said trying to win sympathy.

"I know Dad, but go. I want to eat pancakes with my boyfriend and you are condemned to the trouble corner." Rachel informed him.

"Haha! Leroy's in the corner!" Hiram laughed raucously at his husband.

"You too, daddy! It's not nice to laugh at people." Rachel decided, pointing at where here Dad was sitting on the far side of the kitchen. "You two are in trouble."

"I always wondered what her home life was like and it's even more magical than I imagined." Matt giggled excitedly to his friends standing at the island.

"This is truly a dream come true." Quinn sighed, holding in her laughter.

"You tell 'em Boo-boo! No meanies in this kitchen!" Brittany cheered. "Sorry Misters' B, you're totally cool but making Mike scared was super not nice so the corner is your punishment until he stops looking like he's going to pee in his pants."

"It's okay Brittany, we understand." Hiram said, smiling at the blonde.

"Ray is going to be the funniest mom one day." Santana chuckled.

"Oh, totally. She's gonna be just like Sivta." Pucked said around a mouthful of syrup and butter poorly disguised as pancakes.

"Your Sivta is a lovely woman and I would be honored to be like her one day." Rachel huffed, shoving food in her mouth.

"Of course you would, dear, she's the single most terrifying female I've ever met and we all know one day you would like to be feared as much as she. I mean 'respected' as much as she is." Leroy chortled.

"Hush father, you're in the corner." Rachel stuck her tongue out at him as the rest of the room laughed.

"The Berry family should be a reality tv show." Matt announced. "I'd watch it 24/7. You guys are amazing."

"We know." All three Berry's replied.

"They got this shit on lock. It's like this every Sunday." Puck told them.

"You're here often?" Mike asked, a little jealous.

"Fosho. Mame and Sarah and I all go to temple with them and we do varmes like once a week when those two are home." Puck shared, waving her fork at the two men in the corner. "They're my number one heebs."

"You somehow manage to be both offensive and entertaining at the same time." Rachel told him, laughing.

"S'part of my charm." Puck smirked.

"Okay well I'm done and I gotta go help my Ma with something. Y'all need a ride home?" Matt asked the other teens that don't dwell in that house.

Everyone said yes and they all filed out to get their stuff and leave.

"It was nice to meet you Mr. and Mr. Berry." Quinn said, smiling politely.

"Totes. You guys are legit." Santana smiled, fist bumping Leroy.

"I find your street slang tremendously entertaining." Hiram told her.

"Thanks for breakfast." Mike said quietly, holding his hand out to shake Leroys hand.

Leroy laughed and yanked him into a man-hug. "Sorry I played the Protective!Dad card but she's my world. Take good care of her."

Mike nodded and smiled, shaking hands with Hiram who teared up a little bit. "Our little girl has such good judgement. Ah Mazel tov to you both, such a cute couple!"

"Thanks daddy." Rachel beamed, leaning up on tiptoe to kiss Mikes cheek. "Text me when you get home, okay?"

"Absolutely," He said, smiling down at her and pecking her on the lips lightly. "Bye."

"Oh dear, he's definitely a keeper. And you know what they say, the way a man dances directly correlates to how well he performs in-"

"Daddy!"