Author's Notes: I think we all remember when we were young, finding out about the differences between boys and girls and where babies come from. Previously, Damian and Chord learned about the concept of homosexuality, maybe now it's time they learned the birds and the bees (and the birds & birds and bees & bees). This is not beta'd so please excuse any spelling and grammar errors. I tried to catch them best I could. :)

Married…with Children: A Collection of Future Sory Ficlets

Discovering Differences

"It's been so nice having you guys over. It's been way too long," Sam said to Santana and Brittany. "We need to set up more play dates for the kids. They get along so well."

"A lot better than we did when we were in high school," Santana joked with a wink. "I gotta admit, Naya is already turning into a little firecracker. I won't even repeat what she said to Harry the other day for taking her Barbie."

All four adults had to laugh at that. Harry, Mike and Tina's son, was quite the mischievious little boy and was constantly picking with Naya and Heather. Admittedly it was about time one of the girls put him in his place, even if it wasn't the appropriate way for a little girl to be speaking.

"We better scoot, Santana. It's almost bedtime for those two," Brittany said. She then whispered in her wife's ear, "And I need some hot lady kisses." Santana grit her teeth and smiled. Brittany had thought she whispered, but in actuality she spoke just as loud as normal.

"I'll get the kids," Rory offered, stepping back toward the boys' bedroom. A minute later he returned, Damian in his arms, yawning while Chord chattered on with Naya and Heather.

"Say goodnight to Aunt Santana and Aunt Heather," Sam told the boys. Both women took turns giving the boys kisses and hugs, the two men doing the same for the little girls.

The happy women said their goodbyes to the two men, then made their way to their car in the driveway, helping the girls get in. Naya was stomping her foot insisting she could climb in on her own while Heather beamed at the attention she was getting from Brittany as the grown woman buckled her into the seat.

"Okay boys, it's your bedtime, too," Rory said, more to Chord who was still wide awake; Damian was already half asleep in his arms.

"Do I have to?" Chord whined. "I'm not even tired yet! Aren't I old enough to stay up late?"

Sam and Rory exchanged looks, recalling the conversation they had had earlier in the month. Chord was indeed getting older, but he still needed to be in bed by eight. If he didn't get enough sleep he would be whiny in the morning.

"Come on, Ror, let him stay up just a little longer. It's Saturday," Sam whispered. "Eight thirty at least?"

"Fine," Rory agreed. "You can stay up until eight thirty tonight but only because it's a weekend. Tomorrow night you have to go back to bed at eight. Maybe next year you can stay up later during the week."

The little boy seemed satisfied with that answer, bouncing up and down excitedly. "You need to put on your pajamas though, so at eight thirty you can conk out in your bed," Rory added. The child zoomed past his fathers and into his bedroom, digging his favorite PJs out of his dresser drawer. He was already lost in his t-shirt when Rory came inside with Damian.

"Wait a second and I'll help you," Rory said with a chuckle. He laid Damian down on his bed, tugging off his jeans and pulling the covers up over him. Normally Rory would have made him change for bed, but the boy was already out and it would be simpler to just leave him be.

"Hey, the phone's for you," Sam said, stepping into the room. As soon as he saw Chord he burst into laughter, the little boy still tangled up in his shirt. "I'll help him. It's Blaine, so I know you're gonna be a while."

"Very funny," Rory replied, sticking out his tongue and walking past his husband.

"Daddy help meeeee!" Chord whined. Sam laughed again but approached the boy, putting his hand on the boy's head.

"Okay, hold still," Sam said. He tugged on the shirt with his free hand, pulling it off. He slipped the pajama top on him, and then helped Chord with his jeans and PJ pants. "Come play out here so you don't wake your brother up," Sam instructed. Chord's eyes darted around the room, seeking out the toy he wanted to play with for half an hour. He chose a pair of his favorite action figures and strolled casually into the living room.

Sam went into the kitchen, sneaking up behind Rory and slipping his arms around the younger man's waist. Rory didn't even startle-he was used to Sam sneaking up on him like that. He continued to do the dishes, talking with Blaine on his headset. Sam nuzzled his neck, kissing his cheek. "Hi, Blaine," he said into the small device.

"Hi Sam!" he heard the other man call back. Sam was about to say something else when he felt a tug on his shirt sleeve. Startled, he looked down to see Chord, a confused look on his face, his small fingers still latched onto Sam's shirt sleeve. He tugged again until Sam asked him what was arong.

"Daddy, I'm confused," Chord said, scrunching his face up.

"What are you confused about?" Sam replied, trying not to be too loud so as not to interrupt Rory and Blaine's conversation again.

"About..." Chord pointed down toward his lower half, indicating his private area. "Heather and Naya showed us theirs and they didn't have anything. I don't get it."

Sam's face turned red with embarrassment. He hadn't expected to have to address this subject so soon, but he knew it was coming at some point. He looked over at Rory and exchanged glances with him, mouthing, "Family talk."

"Hey, Blaine, I'll have to call you back. Sam said we need a family talk," Rory said into the phone. "Nah, I don't think it's bad. It didn't sound bad. Maybe Chord's trying to beg to stay up later again."

The two men bid each other goodbye and then Rory followed his husband and oldest son into the living room. "What's going on?" he asked, looking from husband to son and back.

"Chord has questions about uh... nature," Sam replied, unsure how he wanted to phrase his words.

Rory's face blushed as well, not having expected to address the topic at this point in time either. "Uhm, well... Sam, we did agree if they asked, we'd explain it."

"True. Well, you're good at this sort of thing, you explain it to him," Sam said with a guilty grin.

"Sam! Help me out here! This is gonna be awkward enough as it is," Rory complained. "There's something special in it for you if you do," he added in a whisper, winking at his husband. Sam's eyes lit up as he smiled wide.

"Have a seat with us, son," Sam said, patting the couch cushion. The little boy hopped up on the couch between his daddies, a blank look on his face.

"So... what brought this subject up?" Rory asked, unsure where exactly to start. He figured it would be best to find out the source first, and go from there.

Chord scratched his head and appeared deep in thought. "Naya and Heather showed me their special places, and they didn't have anything there, and I don't understand why."

That wasn't exactly the answer either father wanted to hear, but the damage was done. Sam made a mental note to call Santana and Brittany after their conversation to let them know that their daughters were discovering differences with the boys.

"Why did they do that, son? Were you playing a game?" Sam asked casually.

Chord looked over and him with nervous eyes. "Naya said that boys have something girls don't have, and she would show us if we showed her ours."

Sam smiled at the boy. "We're not mad at you, Chord. We just want to figure out what you know and what we need to fill you in on. You're not in trouble, right Rory?"

"Right. So Naya and Heather showed you their private area, and you showed them yours?" Rory asked for clarification. Chord nodded slowly, still skeptical about getting in trouble. "Okay, remember what we told you. That's your private place, and only your dad and I, Damian, or the doctor is allowed to see. Don't show it to anyone else, not even your friends, not even other grown ups. Understand that so far?"

"Yes, daddy. I'm sorry," Chord said, hanging his head. Rory placed his finger under the boy's chin and lifted up so they were eye to eye.

"It's okay, we're not mad. We just want you to be safe. Some people do bad things to little boys and girls and we want to protect you from that. So never ever let anyone see or touch you except for me and your dad, or the doctor. Damian might see, and that's okay too. He;s your brother."

"Okay daddy," the little boy replied with a serious look. "But how come Heather and Naya's look different? Did theirs break off?"

Sam coughed loudly to hide his laughter. He knew Rory would kick his butt all night long if the little boy thought he was being laughed at or made fun of.

"No, they didn't break off," Sam managed to say. "Little boys and little girls are different. Little boys have a wee wee, and little girls have a hoo hah."

This time it was Rory who had to cough. He hadn't heard Sam use those terms before. Chord still looked lost. "But why?" the child asked insistantly.

"That's how God made them. He made them that way so they can make babies and keep the world full of people," Rory answered. "Mommies and daddies do something special together, something you don't need to know about until you're much older. When they do that, the mommy gets a baby in her belly, and it grows and grows until it's ready to come out."

"Oh..." Chord said. He thought about it for several moments before a realization hit him. "But I don't have a mommy! I have two daddies! How does that work?"

"You wanna take that one, Sam?" Rory asked, seeing the smirk on Sam's face.

Sam coughed, stalling. "Uh, well, see it's different for two daddies. Two daddies have something else special they do, and they still make a baby, it just has to go into a mommy's belly, so they ask a special friend if they can put their baby in her belly to grow until it's ready to come out."

"Ohhhh," Chord said quietly. "Who's belly did I grow in?" His eyes went wide as he thought of the possibilities of all of his fathers' friends.

Sam was at a loss for words, but Rory covered quickly for him. "Well, there are some mommies out there who like to hold babies in their bellies for people like us who want a baby but can't hold our own. When the babies are ready, they come out and go to their daddies or other mommies. That's what they do every day, and because they don't want all the little boys abnd little girls to be sad, they don't tell anyone their names. They just want the little boys and girls to love their mommies and daddies."

Chord stared at his younger father, trying to process everything in his head. "So it's kind of like the microwave? You put the baby in and when it's done you take it out and it's ready to keep?"

Both men tried their hardest not to laugh at their son. The analogy was something Brittany would come up, but in a way, he was sort of right. Food goes in the microwave until it's ready, then it comes out, and nobody asks questions about who the microwave is. To Chord, it made perfect sense.

"I guess you can say that," Sam said with a grin. "But it's kind of like a flower. We give the mommy a seed, and she helps it grow and then when it's a flower, she gives it back, like a gift. Make sense?"

Chord nodded, all of the information swimming in his head. "What happens when it's two mommies? Is there a daddy that give people lots of seeds and then the mommies can grow it together?"

"Yes, exactly like that. The mommies go to a special doctor's office and get a seed and then they grow it together. They pick one of the mommies to keep it in her belly."

"Ohhh... okay," Chord said. "So daddy, you," he said, pointing to Sam, "You gave the mommy a seed and she grew me in her belly, and then she gave me back. Then you," he went on, this time pointing to Rory, "Gave a mommy a seed and she grew Damian and gave him back."

"Yes, but how did you know who gave the seeds to grow who?" Sam asked, admiring his son's perception.

"Because I look like you, and Damian looks like you!" he replied, pointing to each of his fathers. "I think that's neat. Can I tell Damian?"

"Not yet. He's still too little, but when we get ready to tell him, you can help him to understand it," Rory answered.

"Okay," Chord replied. "I hope the mommies who microwaved us know how much I want to thank them. It was really nice what they did, and I love you both." He crawled up onto Rory's lap first, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and then crawled over to Sam and repeated the gesture. "I'm kinda tired now. That was a lot of stuff to understand. Will you tuck me in?"

Sam and Rory followed their son into his bedroom, his brother having not so much as stirred in bed. Chord crawled into his bed, Sam pulling the covers up over him. "Sweet dreams," the man said, kissing his son on the forehead.

"Good night, sleep tight," Rory told him, also kissing him on the forehead.

The two men left the room, closing the door behind them. "Glad that's over," Sam said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "You think we handled that good enough?"

Rory leaned over and kissed his husband gently on the lips. "Yeah, I think we did fine. My God, did you hear him? He thinks we microwaved him."

"I think it's the cutest thing I ever heard," Sam replied with a grin.

"Me too, because that's something you would come up with," Rory replied, taking a quick dash into the living room. Sam gave chase, tackling his husband in a tight hug from behind.

"Very funny. Now which one of us is gonna called the girls and tell them?" Sam asked, kissing Rory on the cheek.

Rory answered by pulling out of Sam's arms, picking up the headset, and handing it to the older man. "This is all you, Sam."

"Gee, thanks," Sam teased, taking the headset.

"I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom when you're done. Don't take too long or I might just fall asleep," Rory said with a very devilish smile. Sam's eyes widened at the promise of a reward, already dialing their friends. He smacked Rory on the rear as the younger man walked out of the room to prepare for 'bedtime'.

"Hey Santana. You are not going to believe what Chord asked us tonight. I have a feeling you might have some questions from Naya and Heather..."