A/N: Howdy! I...do not like this chapter at all. Spent forever on it and...nope, terrible.
I apologize for the wait, I've got a very hectic schedule at the moment.
Thank you all so much for all the positive feedback! It makes me feel all warm inside. :D
I'm about to run off to Bermuda for vacation, so...discount any updates for a while (especially on TPitP).
Well, I'm done being an annoying jerk, please enjoy this mediocre chapter (and don't hate me too much).


Chapter Two: The Manhattan Shuffle


They converged at Rachel's apartment, it having become second nature after all the years.

Kurt and Blaine were the first to arrive, partially due to living in the same neighbourhood as the other couple, and the fact that upon experiencing the..."issue" first hand, Blaine had run out of their own place in a pair of boxers and a Harry Potter t-shirt, determined to drive to the summer home there and then. He would have, too, if it weren't for Kurt talking him down and reminding him most problems are solved better when fully clothed.

But even dressed in his favourite shirt-vest-bowtie combo, Blaine was still pacing around the large living room, dialling his son's number on his cell, only to groan in frustration every time it went to voice mail.

After the umpteenth unanswered call, Kurt took the throwing of the phone across the room as his cue to stand up from his spot next to a desperate Finn's attempts to comfort a weeping Rachel and wrap his arms around his husband from behind.

"How are you being so calm about this!" he practically hissed, but didn't shy away from the embrace.

"Because someone needs to be, and I really don't see anyone else stepping up to the plate." he replied, and Blaine didn't protest it, simply reaching up to touch his arms and lean more into the hug.

"So, uh...where's Santana and Brittany?" Finn asked, not quite sure if he was interrupting a moment between the two.

"Stuck in traffic, probably," Rachel chuckled darkly. That was what you got for living on Fulton street.

"Should we call the others? Ask them if they're aware of our children...invading our memories?" Kurt proposed, resting his chin on top of Blaine's head.

"No!" Rachel practically shouted, pushing out from Finn. "That could cause chaos! If we tell them, then they'll tell someone else, who will tell someone else, who would call the loony bin because we have obviously all gone crazy!" she collapsed back into her husband with more drama than necessary.

"Rachel's right," Blaine said softly, Kurt's hug working it's magic. "So far, only Santana and Britt have noticed what's going on, we shouldn't get everyone involved unless..." he trailed off, brow furrowing. "Oh..."

"What's wrong?" his husband asked, glancing down at him. Blaine chuckled darkly.

"He stole my solo."

"What?" Rachel raised an eyebrow.

"Glee Club, junior year, I sang that killer rendition of Reflection? I...don't think I did anymore...Mr. Shue gave it to Rory..." he muttered.

The rest of them made faces as they attempted to remember the warped memory.
"Oh yeah..." Finn muttered, a thin smile on his lips. "You made weird pout face, like, in disbelief..."

"But congratulated him right after." Kurt quickly cut in, glaring daggers at his brother.

"Well, what was I suppose to do?" Blaine asked, almost cheerful. "He's my son."

"But you didn't know that," his husband corrected. "You did it because you are a nice person." he kissed the top of his head, and Blaine smiled ever so slightly.

Brrrrring! Brrrrring!

Sniffling still, Rachel wordlessly reached for the phone. Hitting the green button, she began, "Hudson resi-" but was no sooner cut off by a series of Spanish curses screamed from the other end. She instantly hit end call.

"They're here." she muttered as she stood up to buzz the final two members of their party in.
"You know," Finn said quietly as she wandered off. "I never really though I'd be spending my Friday night trying to track down my time travelling daughter. When you look past the horror and stuff, it's actually...pretty cool."

This comment earned him an eye roll from Kurt. "First of all, Finn, please take this seriously! Our children are missing and we can't contact them, absolutely nothing "cool" about that, and second, it's not time travel, you know why? Because time travel doesn't exi-"

The door blew open, slamming against the wall and leaving a very noticeable dent as Santana Lopez made her arrival known. Rachel frowned at the new decor in the freshly painted surface, and grumbled off a quick "You're paying for that."

She scoffed and strutted into the Hudson abode (without taking her shoes off, Rachel noted) as if she'd spent countless nights gracing Broadway's stages in order to earn the pay cheques used to buy it. Following right behind was her much more calm wife, Brittany S. Pierce, weighed down with what looked like arms full of charts and graphs. Blaine forced himself away from Kurt (most definitely not an easy task) and relieved her of some of her load. The blonde graciously accepted, and rewarded her knight in bowtie-adorned armour with a quick kiss on the cheek.

As she brought her load to the living room and began to set it up, Santana sighed and turned to the rest of her high school cohorts.

"You are never going to believe this..." she muttered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Kurt folded his arms over his chest.

"Try us, it can't be any less plausible than what I've heard so far."

She sighed again and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Alright, get ready for this, our kids have invaded our high school memories-"

"Yes, we've deduced that much already, can you elaborate on how?" Rachel cut in, impatience growing more with each passing second the former cheerleader's filthy black flats stayed on her carpet.
"Time travel, obviously."

They all turned to Brittany, who was in the process of extending a stand to it's full height. Kurt sighed and shook his head.

"I am among the mad people."

"No, she...right." Santana said slowly, earning her a scoff from the man. She returned it with a pointed glare. "Listen, I know this sounds crazy, but...well, let Britt explain."

The blonde glanced up at her friends as she unrolled another graph and nodded. "I know for a fact that our children have travelled through time." she said in the most absolute serious tone.

"Everyone keeps saying that," Kurt cut in, exasperated. "But you all forget the most important detail, time travel doesn't exist!"

Brittany shook her head. "No, it does." she said sombrely as she unrolled another complex-looking chart and placed it on the stand. All of the sheets she'd brought were rather large, and covered with all sorts of things, such as data, graphing, diagrams, and more. But what really caught everyone's eye was the small writing at the top of every single one.

Doctor Brittany S. Pierce, PhD.
Theorem of Faster Than Light Travel Speeds

"I should know, I invented it."