This was written for this prompt on the Glee Fluff Meme over on Livejournal: I wanna see a Past!fic that depicts the Glee club member's births.

I haven't written every member's birth, and if when I'm done people want to suggest stories for others, I may give some more a go.

Carole pads into the living room in her slippers and hands Burt his cocoa. Exhausted by a full day's worth of football and Cheerios practice respectively both Finn and Kurt have fallen asleep on the couch despite the blaring noise of the TV. Kurt's curled in the foetal position with his feet in Finn's lap while the taller boy snores softly, mumbling now and then. Despite the difficulties they'd had at the start, the boys were now so comfortable with each other it was hard to believe they hadn't grown up together. Carole turns the volume of the tv down and pulled the throw off the back of the couch, covering the two boys. She leans down and gently kisses each of their foreheads before taking her original place curled up against Burt's side. He chuckles, watching as Kurt shifts to a comfier spot, kicking Finn in the process. He expects the taller boy to wake up, but he doesn't stir.

"They think they're all grown up but as soon as they're asleep they're just like tiny babies again " Carole sighs, sipping her cocoa. "I guess nothing's changed. He's still always late and he'd still happily sleep most of the day."

"That's it Carole, you're doing brilliantly," the midwife cooes.

"Just get it out! Oh my GOD! Don't you ever come near me again Christopher Hudson," Carole screams, shooting daggers at her terrified husband.

"Just one more push, that's it. There we go, it's a boy!" Loud cries fill the delivery room and Chris frees his fingers from Carole's vice-like grip.

"A boy? Oh my god. A boy. Hear that sweetie? It's a boy! I'm a Dad!" Chris beams, trying to catch a glance of his son as he's cleaned up and weighed.

"Finally," Carole sighs. "After two weeks I was starting to think he was staying in there forever. I'm serious, there is no way in hell I'm doing that again." However, any thoughts of castrating her long-suffering husband (with a pair of rusty scissors and no anaesthetic) soon disappear as her son is placed on her chest. His baby blue eyes catch hers and he stops crying immediately, falling asleep not two minutes later. Chris perches on the side of the bed, stroking her hair and staring in amazement at the not quite so tiny (he'd found out later that Finn had weighed close to eleven pounds) baby in front of him, and doesn't think he could get any happier.

Two days later, Carole's attempting to finish her book when the baby in the next crib starts shrieking. Sighing, she puts the book down and walks over, wondering where her mother's gotten to. She leans over and shushes the tiny, blonde baby, who just cries louder, screwing her eyes shut and balling her hands into tiny fists. Her mother returns soon after, and Carole straightens, smiling.

"I hope you don't mind, I heard her crying and couldn't resist. She's an absolute doll. Bound to be a heart breaker one day."

"Oh not if Richard has anything to say about it. I think he wants her locked in her room until she's 18." She laughs wearily, sitting on the bed.

"May I?" Carole asks, gesturing to the baby.

"Oh go ahead. Maybe you'll have more luck getting her to stop crying than me," the woman sighs. Carole reaches in and lifts up the little girl, laying her against her chest and swaying side to side. "I thought, you know, a little girl would be nice and quiet, but it seems like she hasn't stopped crying since the minute she was born." Carole smiles in sympathy, rubbing circles on the baby's back.

"I guess I'm lucky like that, he's done nothing but sleep. I swear he was born a teenager. So have you decided on a name yet?"

"Well Richard wanted to name her after his mother, but I think that's just so unoriginal. I quite like Quinn. It's the only name he and I seem to agree on. How about you?" she asks.

"We went with Finn in the end. Chris didn't really mind, once I shot down his suggestion of Christopher Jr." Carole glances back to her son, who's lying in his crib, dead to the world despite the hubbub of noise on the ward. "So I guess these two'll be in school together in a few years. Sorry, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Carole. Carole Hudson." She debates extending a hand, but hasn't quite mastered holding a baby one handed yet.

"Judy Fabray. Nice to meet you."

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