Author's Note: Final chapter for this story, everyone! I initially posted this to my Tumblr, and had people clamoring for just a little bit more because Chapter 4 didn't quite seal everything up.

Disclaimer: If you recognize it from Glee, it doesn't belong to me.

-Five years later-

"DADDY! DAAAAADDDDYYYY."

A little girl ran down the hall, water streaming from her clothes and leaving a trail behind her. Her hands were clenched into tight fists, arms pumping at her sides as she ran.

"In here, Lucia," a voice called from down the hall.

She ran faster, her feet slipping on the floor as she skidded into the study. "Daddy," she whimpered, her eyes filling with tears.

"Oh, sweetheart." Her father pushed away from his desk and held out his arms. "Come give me a hug."

Lucia rolled her lower lip between her teeth. "What about your clothes?" she whispered. She had been taught very early that touching or hugging Daddy when she was wet or dirty was not allowed.

"They're not nearly as important as my little girl," he said said, holding his arms wider. "Especially when she needs a hug."

Lucia dashed forward and flung herself into his arms, sobs finally breaking free as she soaked his shirt with tears and the water still dripping from her clothes.

"What happened, darling?"Kurt murmured, rubbing a hand up and down her back.

Lucia sniffled, her sobs quieting to hiccups. "Did Scott get you with the hose again?" She nodded into Kurt's chest, her little arms still wrapped tight around him.

Kurt stood up, lifting her into his arms. "Let's get you into some dry clothes, and then we'll go talk to Papa, okay?"

Lucia nodded again, sniffling and rubbing her face against his chest.

Fifteen minutes later, the two of them were outside, Lucia holding tight to Kurt's hand. "Did you see Papa earlier?" Kurt asked.

Lucia nodded.

Kurt stopped and knelt down. "Where was he?"

"Over there." She pointed to the shed.

"Would you like a piggyback ride?"

Lucia nodded, and Kurt turned around and held his arms behind his back. Lucia climbed up and wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging tightly.

Kurt jogged away, Lucia giggling in his ear as she bounced against his back.

"Blaaaaine? Honey, are you in here?" Kurt peered inside the dimly-lit shed. He winced as a series of crashes greeted his ears.

"I'm back here," Blaine called, his voice muffled.

"Blaine, your son soaked my daughter again."

Blaine finally emerged from the mountain of tools. "I'm pretty sure they belong to both of us," he said, smacking at his shirt. "You just pretend he's not yours when he misbehaves."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Either way, Lucia came running to me earlier, absolutely drenched and crying like her heart was broken. You need to come with me to find Scott so we can have a family discussion."

Blaine sighed. "He and Lucia were playing with the kids next door earlier. He's probably still there." He stepped forward, arms extended. "Mind if I carry you over, peanut?" he asked. "Daddy is better at making sure Scotty listens."

Thirty minutes later, the four of them were sitting in a circle on the floor of the living room, listening to Scott's side of the story and realizing that, for once, he hadn't meant to soak Lucia at all. Their friends had been teasing her, and both Scott and Lucia had lashed out - Lucia by darting forward, ready to tackle them to the ground, and Scott by turning the icy stream of water on them.

"Lucia never fights back," Scott said quietly. "She always stays behind me and lets me deal with them."

"This has happened before?" Kurt asked. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I was handling it," Scott insisted. "Usually, all I have to do us threaten to tell you guys, or their parents, and they stop."

"And today they didn't," Kurt said quietly.

Scott shook his head. "No," he whispered. "And everything they're saying is a lie, and today they made her start crying."

"What do they say?" Blaine asked.

Scott looked down at his hands, which were clasped tightly in his lap. "Just...stuff." He shrugged.

"Scott." Blaine reached over and rested a hand on his knee. "What do they say?"

"That our mom didn't want us and that's why we live with two guys instead of a mom and a dad. Except...they didn't use the word 'guys.'" Scott's lower lip was trembling a little, and Lucia had started to cry again. Kurt gathered her close, and Blaine tugged Scott into his lap.

"You both know that isn't true, right?" Blaine asked. "Your mother loves you just as much as we do."

Lucia sniffled and nodded against Kurt's chest, but Scott remained silent. "Scott?"

"It's not right," Scott said angrily, rising abruptly, his hands clenched at his sides. "It shouldn't matter who we live with, it shouldn't matter that I have two dads and a mom instead of just one of each."

He collapsed against Blaine. "It's not fair, Papa," he whispered. "And I know Mom loves us and visits when she can, but they don't understand."

Blaine wrapped an arm tight around his small body and whispered, "I know, Scotty. I know."

That night, Blaine called Mrs. Hendricks over to keep an eye on the twins while he and Kurt went next door to talk to the boys' parents. The Randalls were shocked by their sons' behavior - they had never spoken badly of Kurt, Blaine or their children - and Mrs. Randall had no idea where the boys had even heard such language.

Mr. Randall, however, seemed to have a few ideas, and excused himself to go speak with his sons.

The next day, the elder Mr. and Mrs. Randall drove up around noon. The two of them left within the hour, Mrs. Randall holding a handkerchief as she wiped tears from her eyes and Mr. Randall striding angrily to the car.

The Anderson-Hummel family later learned that Mr. Randall's father had been the one influencing his grandchildren. He had been informed that he would have to stop if he wanted to continue to see them.

Grandpa Randall stopped coming over after that day, and a few days later, Grandma Randall paid a visit to the Anderson-Hummel household, arriving with a sad smile, an apology, and fresh pumpkin pie. Lucia's eyes nearly fell out of her head when she saw it, and after a brief exchange with her parents, she and Grandma Randall headed to the kitchen to slice it up for an afternoon snack.

To this day, Grandma Randall spends just as much time with Scott and Lucia as with her own grandchildren.

And both Lucia and Scott refer to her as simply "Grandma" because, as Lucia said one day: "I have two daddies and a mom. That means I can have three grandmas, too."