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A/N: In place of the Finchel library scene, because I just couldn't resist. I used the names Leroy and Hiram just for you guys, even though the name Leroy still makes me cringe.
How Season 2 Should Have Ended…
Hiram Berry slung his suit jacket over his shoulder with a great sigh in place of the yawn threatening to surface. It had been a long day, and an even longer few days without his mini-Berry. Though they had exchanged texts and a couple of phone calls while she was in New York, it just wasn't the same as having his bubbly girl at home with him. And he hadn't even been able to come home early (either today or yesterday) to see her now that she and the glee club were back.
He swung his arm in the air to slide his shirt down enough to check his watch and frowned thoughtfully. It was a little late, but not nearly as late as it had been the previous night. Perhaps he could steal a goodnight kiss from his sleeping beauty before he joined Leroy for their nightly cuddling session while they rewatched episodes of 'Queer as Folk.'
He rapped his knuckles lightly on the gold star emblazoned door and heard a quiet gasp from within.
"Just a minute, Daddy!" his angel called, and he smiled when he heard her rustling around inside, probably diving into bed so as not to be caught up at this hour. "Come in!"
He grinned, twisting the doorknob and finding his little star tucked deep under her blankets, covered up to her neck. She smiled bashfully at him.
"Hello, darling. Shouldn't you be asleep?" he asked mock-sternly, striding over to sit on the edge of the bed. She watched him carefully and smiled sheepishly again.
"I was just about to, actually. You know you and Dad never have to worry about me in that department. A healthy eight hours of sleep at night is incredibly important to a teenager's development and—"
His deep chuckle interrupted her rant and he swept some stray hair back from her face, noting that she felt a little warm. "I missed you, pumpkin."
She flashed him a brilliant grin. "I missed you, too, Daddy."
"Get some rest. This weekend we'll go on a family trip to that vegan place in Columbus you love so much. Catch up on all that McKinley High gossip of yours." He winked.
"That sounds wonderful, Daddy."
"All right. Sleep tight, babygirl," he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead—still warm. "And you may want to consider putting your winter blanket away soon. Getting kind of warm out there."
He exchanged one last smile with her before wandering toward the door, hearing her faint, "Night!" as he shut it firmly and headed down the hall for some quality time with his husband.
Back in Rachel's bedroom, she breathed a sigh of relief, her heart finally slowing a bit as a head of short blonde hair appeared from under the blankets, a hot, soft body covering her own before the silence was broken with an urgent whisper from one Quinn Fabray: "Do you think he knew I was here?"