In the year 2021...
Finn Hudson walked through the halls of William McKinley High School proudly sporting his usual coach's uniform. He stopped to wave to Mrs. Schuster through the glass walls of her guidance office, blow his whistle at two students who were making out by their locker, causing them to jump back from each other in fear, and hi-five a couple of his players and remind them not to be late to practice. Oh yeah, baby. He owned the place.
"Finn?" He turned around to look at the familiar voice and did a double take when he recognized who it was. "Sam! Buddy!"
"How are you doing, man?" asked Sam, slapping hi-fives with his old friend. "How long has it been, three years?"
"Longer," said Finn. "What are you doing back here?"
"I'm just in town for a few days, I thought I'd stop by and say hello to some friends," said Sam. "I was hoping to run into you, Finn."
"Hey, that's Coach Hudson to you!" Finn jokingly snapped.
"No way!" said Sam, suddenly noticing Finn's black shorts and red shirt. "What happened to the Bieste?"
"She and her husband moved to the Cayman islands last month," said Finn.
Sam blinked. "Husband? Say what?"
Finn smiled. "Yeah, you've missed a lot, dude!"
"Apparently!" said Sam. "How's Rachel?"
"She's great," said Finn. "She just got Destiny into the most exclusive private preschool within driving distance of here. She's really excited about it."
"Destiny?" said Sam. "Seriously? After all the hours that she and Kurt spent sitting around obsessing over baby names while we were trying to watch football, that's what she came up with?"
"I like it, actually," said Finn, defending his wife autonomously, as always. "Destiny Rae Hudson. She wanted Barbara Judy, but Kurt called both of those before we even knew the gender."
"Figures," said Sam. "Well, I got to get going now. Nice talking to you!"
"Yeah, nice talking to you too," said Finn. "Wait, the front exit is that way."
"I know," said Sam. "I'm just taking a peak at the Cheerios before I go. I need to see if Sylvester has finally gotten rid of that awful red track suit." Sam started out to the football field, where the Cheerios were just finishing up their practice.
"Dude, wait!" said Finn quickly.
"Sorry, but I'm in a hurry!" said Sam.
Finn began running up behind his friend. "Coach Sylvester isn't here anymore either," he said quickly.
"Really?" said Sam, continuing to walk briskly out to the field. "How?"
"She's moved on to bigger and better things," said Finn. "She's a college cheerleading coach now with her own talk show."
"Good for her," said Sam. "Good riddance. Who's their coach now?"
"This could be a shock," said Finn warningly.
"Nah," said Sam. "You know me, I'm shock-proof."
"INCREDIBLE JOB, PEOPLE!" the familiar voice rang through the megaphone. "BUT QUIT 'CHER BITCHIN'! IF YOU THINK THIS IS HARD, TRY BEING WATERBOARDED! THAT'S HARD! NOW HIT THE SHOWERS!"
"Oh dear god," said Sam. "Tell me that's not who I think it is."
"Only if you're not thinking it's Quinn Fabray."
"What the hell, man?" mumbled Sam as Quinn turned around. She was wearing red shorts and a red and black T-shirt, which proved to be only slightly more attractive than the red tracksuit.
Just then, Quinn caught sight of Finn and lifted the megaphone back up to her lips. "YO! HUDSON! THE NEXT TIME YOUR PLAYERS LEAVE SOME DIRTY FOOTBALL JERSEY OR SOMETHING ELSE OUT ON THE FIELD FOR MY GIRLS TO FIND, I AM GOING AFTER EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM, FINDING OUT WHO IT WAS, AND HAVING MY GIRLS TIE THEM UP AND LOCK THEM IN ON OF THE PORTABLE TOILETS."
"Wow, Quinn!" Finn shouted back. "You remind me of a young Sue Sylvester! Only she never had your bone structure!"
Quinn smiled a little, flicked back her long blonde ponytail, and marched off after her girls.
"She's not as bitchy as Sue, either," said Finn. "To her students, anyway. She treats pretty much everyone else like crap."
"I don't believe this," said Sam. "What happened the girl we made out with in High School?"
Finn shrugged. "Hey, at least she's finally out of rehab. I have to get to the locker room, my players have probably started strategizing without me."
"Yeah, bye," said Sam. It was only ten minutes later that Finn's last words about Quinn finally hit him, by which time he was still reeling from the shock of her latest transformation. "Finn's right," he thought to himself. "I have missed a lot."
"Strangers, searching
Livin' just to find emotion!
Shadows waiting
In the-"
"Okay, stop!" snapped Mercedes Jones.
The other four band members turned towards her. "Problem, Mercedes?" said Rachel, planting her left hand on her hip condescendingly as she spoke.
"I'm sick of this!" Mercedes snapped. "Rachel, you can't have the lead every time!"
"But I'm the lead singer!" said Rachel. "We decided that from the very beginning."
"No, you decided, actually," said Santana.
"And then I said, "Any objections?" and there were none," said Rachel. "Can we just get on with the rehearsal, please?"
"Mercedes does have a point, actually," said Kurt. "Not that I'm suggesting anyone replace you," he said quickly. "Just maybe that we don't, you know, really need a lead singer anymore. Everyone's gotten pretty good."
Rachel sighed. "You're right. Okay guys, fine. No more of this lead singer stuff. From now on, we all sing together." Kurt, Mercedes, Brittany, and Santana all nodded their heads in agreement. "Unless an occasion happens to arise where the song calls for a lead singer…"
"In that case, we can all take turns," said Santana. "Right?"
Rachel sighed. "We'll see. Okay everybody, altogether now, from the top!"
Later in the break room of their practice hall, Kurt and Rachel were sitting on a couch going through a catalogue trying to figure out what costumes they should buy everyone for their next concert. "How about this one?" said Kurt.
Rachel frowned when she saw it. "I don't know about the color. You and Mercedes are really the only ones who could pull off hot pink."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Different colors, Berry."
"I'm not a Berry anymore," said Rachel.
"Right," said Kurt.
"Kurt?"
"Yeah?"
"You don't ever get annoyed about me taking all the solos, do you?" said Rachel.
"Nah," said Kurt. "Just so long as you don't try and give me any male leads."
"Of course not," said Rachel. "You became one of the girls a long time ago." She checked her watch. "Shoot. Let's figure this out quick, in ten minutes I have to leave or I'll be late picking up Destiny from Burt and Carole's."
"Fine," said Kurt. Then he suddenly sighed deeply.
Rachel put down the catalogue instantly and looked at her best friend and brother-in-law. "Kurt, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," said Kurt. Rachel just starred at him for a minute, because something was wrong and they both knew it. Now that she thought about it, he'd been subtly brooding for days. This was the same funk he'd been in since he and Blaine had to fly all their friends up to Canada for the weekend for their wedding, and two months later, Finn and Rachel were planning their relatively spectacular wedding for right there in their hometown.
"This is about Destiny," said Rachel suddenly, realizing it as she was saying it.
Kurt sighed. "It's not fair," he suddenly snapped. "You and Finn decide you want to have a kid, all you have to do is toss out the birth control pills and get to it. Artie and Tina decide they want to have a kid, all they have to do is call an adoption agency and fill out some forms. We can't even do that in this state."
Rachel's eyes widened. "You and Blaine want to start a family? Oh my god! Why didn't you tell me?"
"Same reason you didn't tell any of us you were planning on having kids until you were a couple of months along," said Kurt. "You didn't want have to deal with people asking you about it constantly until you knew for sure it would happen." He sighed. "And apparently for us, it's not going to happen. I was an idiot for ever thinking it would. There's nobody around here who's willing to carry someone else's kid for nine months. Especially when they know that the baby is going to a gay couple at the other end. Nobody of any quality whatsoever, anyway. The one person who answered our ad was a prostitute." He sat down, slumped his shoulders, and looked off to the side, trying to blink back the futile tears in his eyes.
"Kurt?" said Rachel a few seconds later. He felt her hand on his shoulder.
"Just leave me alone," he whispered. "Please."
Rachel took a deep breath. "I'm going to carry you and Blaine's baby for you."
Kurt froze. Then his head shot up. "Don't you dare mess with me, Berry."
"Of course not," said Rachel. "I know I want to do this."
Both of them just sat there for a few minutes, Kurt in complete in utter shock. "Rachel, I…I don't know what to..."
"You don't have to say anything," said Rachel. She nudged him. "Come on, we both know that if Destiny doesn't get a cousin to fight with soon, Carole and all three of her grandpas are going to spoil her completely rotten."
Kurt starred at her for a moment before getting up and pulling her into a crushing brotherly hug. "What's Finn gonna think of all this?" he mumbled after a minute.
"Who cares?" said Rachel. "It's my body."
"True," said Kurt. Then he kissed her on the top of her head and let her go. "So, when do you, me, and Blaine take Destiny shopping for preschool clothes?"
"This Saturday after we watch Finn's kids play, of course," said Rachel.
"But where's Finn going afterwards?" said Kurt.
"To Puck's house, of course," said Rachel. "To watch the game. Stupid guys and their football!"
Kurt smiled. "Tell me about it."