Little Monsters | Unholy Trinity

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A/N: Bonus update! Who's here?

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Finn Hudson looked up when he heard the sound of heels clicking on the thick pavement of his father's tire shop. He quickly stood up a little straighter and gave a small grunt as he tightened the last bolt on the tire he was working on with a little extra muscle.

"You know, I feel kinda at home surrounded by a bunch of rusty tools and deadbeat fancy cars that promised to loyally run perfectly for years," Grace grumbled, brushing down her Beetlejuice-inspired outfit and sending Finn a scowl when he raised his brows at the sight of the large stroller and tired-looking babies. "I deal with my heartbreak through dark humor. Laugh."

"Did you take a wrong turn before getting to the daycare?" Finn teased with a soft chuckle, setting down his tools and wiping his hands on his overalls.

Grace followed his hands with a soft uncomfortable shiver. She tried her best to ignore the grease on his cheek and the painted stains on his hands and clothing. It wasn't her place to say anything, but she personally believed Finn could be a bit cleaner when working around his father's shop.

"No." Grace rolled her eyes, pushing off against the stroller's bars and grabbing the rag on the workbench. She pressed her lips together and reached up to swipe the grease off Finn's face, tossing the rag back on the bench and grabbing sanitizer from the cupholder of her stroller. "I'm working on this whole single mom gig. Coffee, cute outfits, crying back inside the monogamous closet, and taking my kids everywhere I go because I have no sitter today because I'm too embarrassed to talk to my ex's families after three weeks of pure hell. You know, Finn, I have dreams of wringing Judy's neck sometimes...Don't tell Quinn that. I just don't want god-fearing children. God and I are not in cahoots, and Judy isn't gonna change that."

"Wait. I only count eight?" Finn frowned, looking over the children. "Eleven...Where are the trips?"

"Three are in the car watching movies." Grace shrugged, turning her phone around to show the baby camera. "The car is on and locked. I'm getting the hang of this. I got this. I-" She pointed to herself with narrowed eyes when Finn smiled in amusement. "-am an independent woman that doesn't need no unloyal rusty hot rod to screw around with to get by."

"Okay, okay, I hear you. What are you doing here?" Finn asked, chuckling. "Not that I don't enjoy spending time with you and the kids, but you hate grease, and you're shaking. How much coffee have you had this morning?"

"Don't ask. Anyways, Grease!" Grace clapped her hands together and forced a smile. "Now that you mention the play you're helping me direct, I have another favor."

"What?"

"A favor."

"Before that."

"Another?"