Times Six
Title: Times Six
Author: kosherrainbow
Rating: PG
Character/Pairings: Dave/Sam, brief Klaine, past Dave/Blaine, mention Quinn
Warning/Spoilers: au, brief mention of vomit
Disclaimer: Don't Own Glee
Summary: Everything happens multiplied
Notes: I've been dealing with some health issues so I missed last weeks and didn't get as much written as I have in my brain for this weeks, so I hope you enjoy this, and hopefully next week will be better.
This was post in gleempreg community's weekly writing challenge gleempreg 8/8/2011-8/15/2011
As much as Sam loved his kids, the only downside with sextuplets was everything was multiplied by six. Six times the diapers, six times the screaming. And over the course of the week he'd watched them take to bed one at a time with what would soon be six times the flu. He was currently on bucket brigade between three of the four boys and the eldest girl he quarantined into the boys' room, as they were having a hard time holding anything down.
"Its okay, better out than in." He rubbed gentle cirlce on Anna's back as she emptied her stomach before nuzzling into his side. He felt bad when he had to get up as Danny began to have the glazed, starig off into the distnace look that signalled it was his turn.
"Sam?" His husband's voice came through the door causing Sam's instant shouted response, "Don't you dare come in here."
Dave doesn't acknowledge the reprimand, buth neither does the door open, "Quinn's on the phone, asking how the kids are."
Sam stared at door, "I didn't even tell her..."
"She said she's your twin, she knows everything."
The chuckle escaped his lips, this had thus far in their thirty-six year life span had proven correctly. She was the one perosn he would allow to claim that they knew what was best for him. It was Quinn who had conspired with Dave's ex-husband, Blaine, to set the two up. It had felt like it had double since they had both been pregnant at the same time, "I'll be out in a second, tell her I'll call her when..."
He was cut off, "She said she could take Freddie and Grace so they don't catch it, and she says to call her when you get a chance."
Sam rolled his eyes, "Will do."
Danny was finally falling asleep as a voice he recognized as the youngest by fifteen minutes of the six carried from the hallway, "Papa, I don't feel good."
"Well," Dave's voice was clear, "You look fine."
"I don't feel fine." Grace was adament, "Maybe its the 'twin vibe' making me sick."
"Nice try, you're a sextuplet, not a twin." Sam could imagine the face of confusion, "That means your one of six."
"Papa!" She exclaimed horrified, "That means my other 'vibes' are broken, I told you I was sick!"
Choosing to speak up, "Does this have anything to do with the reading test today?"
"Nooooo."
"Well, munchkin, how about you and Freddie go to school, and if you get sick I'll bring you back here. And if you don't get sick then we'll be pick up your big brother from the middle school and the four of us will go get ice cream."
A tired laugh from under hockey printed bed sheets told Sam that Anna had also been listening. "I think Papa is broken, too." She ran her hand under her nose like a kleenex (a habit that had made Sam gag until he had met Dave and Blaine's son, Cooper, now with kids of his own he reached for the real thing instead of flinching.) "Because Papa, Gracie," She counted on her snot covered fingers, "Then Cooper and Freddie and the baby is five, not four."
"You're right."
"Daddy?"
"Yeah, bug?"
"Do you think that Uncle Blaine and Uncle Kurt will let us help them name the baby that Papa is growing for them?"
Sam smiled, "Maybe. What do you want to name the baby?"
"Sally."
"Anna, it's a boy."
"No, its not."
Sam smiled sympathectically, brushing her dark brown hair out of her eyes, "Just because you and Gracie feel outnumbered doesn't mean you can make the baby a girl if its a boy."
The made the six year old pout so Sam scrambled to appease her, "What's a boy's name you like?"
"Joey. But Gracie wants the baby to name the baby Tommy..."
"Well, how about all six of you put names you like into a hat, and then Uncle Blaine and Uncle Kurt can pick one out."
Sh nodded, "Daddy, why is there only baby in Papa's tummy? And only one of Cooper."
"Because I carried you guys and my tummy is bigger than Papa's."
"That's silly," She yawned.
"Alright, Anna-bug, get some sleep so you feel better before the baby gets here."
Sam waited until all four of them were asleep again before going around fill the trash bin until it was overfilled with empty children's cough syrup bottles and kleenexs and styrofoam cups. Quietly he left, taking out the trash and showering before Dave returned carrying Freddie in one arm and Gracie in the other.
Seeing Sam's confused face as the blonde hurried to remove the kindergartners from the pregnant man's arms, "We made it four step out of the car."
"I told you so, Papa!" Gracie pouted.
"I know baby girl, I'm sorry."
"I'll go put these two to bed." He took the six year old into his own arms, "And you. Go take a shower. I don't want to hear Doctor Eyebrows or the Fury if you get sick."
Dave frowned. "The Fury?"
Sam explained carrying sextuplet number five up the stairs, "The name Kurt used to call his fists in high school. Oh, we need more cold medicine and soup."
Dave picked up the keys he had just set down, "Grocery store then shower. Story of my life." He looked down at the seven month baby bump, "I promise, kiddo, its going to be a lot calmer at your house."