A/N: So I've been writing a couple of drabbles on tumblr, picture prompts from finchelphotoprompts - similar concept of my own picture prompts, but these are totally safe for work, fluffy, lovely stories you can go goo-goo at, collectively awwww and swoon. (I've reread a few and they're totally fluffy.)

There's also a few drabbles from random pictures not part of the prompts (mine and from tumblr) and a few crossover drabbles. Basically, any drabble that doesn't fall into a verse already noted in my current fics, goes here. AU, crossover, futurefic - finchel of all sorts and types. I'll add further notes to the individual stories as I go. They're all random, so don't read expecting them to follow a timeline.

As always, thanks to the lovely folks at tumblr and here at who read, review, correct, badger, complain and cuss, because honestly, if none of you liked these, I'd have stopped writing a long time ago.

Disclaimer: Glee, nor the pictures used are not mine. I do claim the nonsense though, that's all my genius.

three times the love (futurefic Finchel)

Pic here: bit dot ly/R74fWJ

He tries to oh so stealthily creep into the house but he's not two steps in the door when something squeaks under his feet. He pauses and waits to see if anyone hears him.

He's rarely home on Sundays but tomorrow is the twins' birthday so he sort of twisted Nelson's arm to work his shift tomorrow. Which means he'll have a 48 hr shift when he goes back on Tuesday. It's worth it though.

Rachel peeks her head around the corner, holding back Bread (listen, his daughter named the Bullmastiff, he had nothing to do with it), the latter looks like he's unimpressed to see him but his wife's face lights up like a Christmas tree.

Before she can move, two identical heads of curly hair poke out from underneath Bread's belly, there's some squeaking and a pink-and-black- striped blur and a pale green blur flash towards him, identical squeals of Daddy! before they launch themselves into his arms.

"Daddy! You're here!"

He barely has a hold on Mel and Sera before Piper's running towards him, hopping onto his back.

Over the chatter of his daughters, Bread starts barking and its fricking loud. He smiles as the little girls in his arms start talking a mile a minute about cupcakes and party hats and Piper's telling him about football practice.

Rachel leans against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest, this little smile on her face.

Thank you, she mouths.

I love you, he mouths back and winks.

"Daddy!" Sera taps him on the forehead.

"Are you listening?" Her twin asks.

"Yes I am. Something about princess hats?"

"I want to be Ariel!" That'd be Seraphine.

"And I want to be Jasmine!" Melody shrieks happily.

He looks around at Piper, who's blowing her cheeks out with her eyes crossed. He chuckles.

"What about you Piped Piper?"

"It's their birthday, I just want cake." She shrugs.

Laughing, he falls against the couch, his three girls in his arms, listening attentively as his daughters all tell him their birthday plans, Bread staring at them with his tail thumping loudly on the floor.

Truthfully, the stationhouse would be a lot more quiet, granted there were no emergencies, but Sundays off are rare for him. And even if he didn't have two extra special reasons to be home today, he was pretty sure he would rather be nowhere else but here.

A/N2: daddy!Finn and firefighter!Finn feels together.. always a win. Reviews are love :)