Quinn and Santana, finally settled in their jobs and new apartment in New York, decide to have a baby. But between choosing who and how they soon realize they're in over their heads, discovering new things about themselves and each other along their nine month journey.

"Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body."

- Elizabeth Stone

"I don't know babe, it just doesn't feel…right."

"People do it every day San, what's not right about it?"

"No, not that it isn't right, I think it's great, but for us I just want…I don't know." Quinn crossed her arms as she leaned against the counter, knitting her brows together and watching as Santana struggled to explain. "I just-I want us to have our own baby, a baby that is ours, made up of you and me."

"Aw San, honey that's so sweet," Quinn smiled as she sat down beside her wife, placing her hands on the tan shoulders and leaning in close as she rested her chin on one. "But babe, I don't mean to shock you, but neither of us has a penis."

"Quinn-"

"I mean I'm not sure if you were aware, but that is key in the creation of a child."

"Stop it, I know," Santana snorted as she turned to face Quinn. "I just mean that I want-I want-"

"I know San, I know," Quinn nodded understandingly, looking away solemnly as they both got lost in their thoughts.

It had been a month since the two had decided they were ready to have a baby, Quinn having just found steady work as a secretary at a new law firm while Santana worked as a photographer at a local art magazine. The two had been married for a little over a year and had just gotten settled in their new apartment, New York having been the right fit for them. Now that they had the perfect home and stable careers they were in the ideal position to finally expand their family, the only problem seeming to be deciding on how to do so.

"If we're ruling out adoption then that doesn't leave us with much," Quinn pointed out as she finally spoke up, Santana meeting her gaze as she shrugged. "So I guess we're finding a donor then?"

"Well when you say it like that it just sounds foul," Santana grimaced, Quinn rolling her eyes as she sighed.

"That seems to be our only other option!"

"I know, but I don't want to refer to our child as being 'donated,'" Santana winced. "And anyways I don't think we should just pick some random Joe off the street."

"Technically they're from a sperm bank."

"Gross, I'm so glad I was born gay."

"Would you grow up, if we're gonna do this you need to get used to the terminology," Quinn said flatly, Santana nodding as she groaned.

"Fine, I don't want to use a random sperm donor," Santana reiterated as she corrected herself.

"Ok…then what? You want to go out and try to meet guys with the disclaimer, "Sperm needed, friendship optional?"

"No. Cute tagline though," Santana chuckled as she imagined Quinn with a sign around her neck as she waved on the side of a street, the blonde elbowing her side as she got her back on track. "Maybe…I dunno, what if we ask someone we know?" Quinn didn't say anything for a while as she thought it over and chewed her lip, Santana startled when she finally spoke up.

"Well who? Who would we ask? It isn't like we're asking to borrow sugar or an umbrella, this is something that will change their lives forever."

"It doesn't have to," Santana pointed out. "I mean, they don't have to be involved. It's our baby, and yeah we'd need them for the technical stuff, but I want us, just us, to be the parents and raise this baby."

"But isn't that asking a lot of someone? Hey you, wanna have a child with a couple lesbos? Oh but don't worry, you won't get to see it ever again after it leaves the cup."

"Again, so glad to be gay..."

"I'm serious, this is a serious thing."

"Don't you think I know that?" Santana asked sharply, Quinn a little taken aback by her tone. "I mean it isn't like I've had to wait forever or anything."

"We had to wait forever, right?" Quinn asked, Santana catching her wording and nodding her head as she waved her hand.

"I mean, yeah, you know what I meant." They sat in silence again as they both pondered their current predicament, Quinn's eyes looking over the brunette as she spoke up again. "Let's just first think of who we want, go through the people we know and trust to do this with."

"Well, first person off the top of my head is…well…Puck."

"Puck?" Santana snorted as she looked up, Beth suddenly hitting her as she straightened up. "I mean yeah, I get why, but isn't that a little too…I dunno, odd?"

"Yeah, I guess, but I figured we did make a beautiful baby once," she smiled. "Which reminds me, which one of us will…you know, have the baby? Or will we use a surrogate? And whose egg will we use?"

"I just figured, I just…" Santana trailed off as she leaned down and rested her forehead on her fingers, not having thought that far ahead as she jumped at the chance to finally have a baby. "I guess I kind of assumed-"

"Since I did it before I'd do it again?" Quinn finished, Santana whistling through her lips and looking away as Quinn sighed. "I figured."

"But you looked so cute!" Santana grinned as she placed her hands on Quinn's flat abdomen and rubbed them in circles, Quinn unable to fight back a smile as she watched the brunette giggle. "Besides, a baby won't stand a chance in my womb. I'm pretty sure it's made of nicotine and tequila."

"Stop," Quinn shooed, having already decided in her mind she was ready to go through another pregnancy. "But yeah, I'd like that. To carry our baby. But I think-I want to use your egg."

"What?" Santana asked in shock, leaning back as her jaw dropped and shaking her head. "Quinn…"

"Yes, I've already decided," she informed Santana as she dismissed her worries. "I've thought about this ever since we first talked about it, and if I get to be the one to carry the baby then you should be the one to make her. Or him. Besides, I've had a baby, you haven't."

"Yeah but Quinn this is huge, this is…huge."

"I've been saying that, yes."

"No, really, Quinn," Santana said sternly as she grabbed the blonde's hand. "The baby would be in your belly for nine months, but this child would have my DNA for life."

"I know," Quinn smiled as she rubbed her fingers over the dark skin. "And I can't wait." Santana gnawed on the inside of her cheek as she processed everything, the dream of her and Quinn having a child together quickly becoming a reality.

"Ok, yes," Santana nodded as she broke out into a smile. "My egg, your belly."

"That is the grossest, sweetest thing you've ever said," Quinn laughed, Santana cocking her brow as she leaned in.

"Nuh uh, we're being mature about this, remember?" Quinn nodded through her chuckles as Santana pecked her cheek, the two of them enjoying the moment before growing serious again.

"So, as far as donors go…"

"Right," Santana sighed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she thought. "Well first let's rule out what we're not looking for. So no druggies."

"Alcoholics."

"Previous baby daddies."

"I'd also like to avoid any one with a criminal past or any intense mental disorders," Quinn pointed out. "We're already gonna be raising a baby with anger issues, we don't need to add on to it."

"Hardy har har Barbie, you're so cute."

"I know," Quinn squinted, Santana squeezing the other girl's nose and poking the tip as she laughed.

"Alright, so that leaves a handful of people we're close to," Santana thought. "There's Josh."

"Josh…yeah, Josh." Josh was the first person Quinn and Santana met when they moved to New York, he and his husband Kyle having helped introduce the girls to the city as they started out. It hadn't taken long for the four to grow close as they bonded and grew to depend and love each other, having spent most of their holidays and events with the couple next door as they became a family.

"Well for that matter there's Kyle as well," Quinn noted, "But I think that's too close to home. I mean we're so close to them, too close. I'd feel weird having their baby."

"Yeah, that would be strange," Santana thought out loud. "I mean what would we tell the baby? 'Those are your dads, but not really your dads?' Awkward."

"Ok, what about Mike?"

"No, no," Santana snapped quickly, shaking her head and waving her hand as she dismissed the idea. "I can't-it's too close to Brittany."

"Because it isn't like you guys haven't been together for years or that you're married or anything," Quinn scoffed, a little surprised and hurt at the reaction as she frowned.

"No, babe you know it is so not like that," Santana explained as she smacked Quinn's knee. "But I'm not about to involve someone from a past relationship. Same way I'm sure you don't wanna ask Finn. Or Sam."

"Touche," Quinn agreed. "Oh but then there's Kurt! What about Kurt?"

"Kurt, eh…" Santana thought, the idea not bad but something off about asking him. "I just don't see Kurt being able to just have a child and then leave them with no say. Besides, he's off in London, there's no telling when we'd see him to ask."

"Ok. Well, speaking of Kurt, what about Blaine?" The minute Quinn's lips uttered the name something sparked in Santana, her body straightening up as her mind went into overdrive.

Blaine was currently working with a theatre group on an off Broadway production of some book Santana had never read, having previously traveled around the country on a small tour. He was successful, and busy, so much in fact that it had been the reason he and Kurt split six months ago. While it had been tough Quinn and Santana had tried their best to remain friends with both, Kurt having decided he needed a change in scenery though and having left for London a few weeks after. They were close with Blaine, good friends, but not the kind that hung out all day every day, the idea of making their arrangement with him seeming more and more perfect by the second.

"That could actually work," Santana whispered as she turned to meet Quinn's gaze, the two of them nodding as they smiled. "Quinn that-that's actually perfect!"

"Yeah, I thought so too!" the blonde squeaked, grabbing Santana's hand and squeezing it as she squirmed. "He's ideal!"

"Hot, feisty, gay-"

"Compassionate, loyal, friendly!"

"He's a person, not a dog."

"Oh shut up, you know what I meant!"

"Yeah, that he's perfect!" Santana repeated. "I just-are we rushing? Is this too soon? Or too weird? I don't know, should we think this through more? I mean what do we actually think he'll say?"

"I don't know San, not until we ask," Quinn pointed out.

"I know, I know," Santana agreed. "So I mean, how do we do this? Do-do we call or-or text or-"

"Well, uh, let me think," Quinn fumbled as she ran her hands through her hair, the excitement of the conversation having shadowed the reality. "I think we should do it in person, y'know? Face to face, see his reaction."

"I was kidding about the text."

"I never know with you," Quinn mumbled lowly, Santana rolling her eyes as she leaned against the couch cushion. "Anyways, we'll go to his show, he's having another tomorrow night. We'll go, stop by, maybe take him out to dinner or drinks afterwards, and then ask."

"Show, dinner, drinks, semen, right on!" Santana cheered, Quinn lowering her eyes as she stared through her wife. "You know what I mean." They sat together for a moment longer before Quinn leaned over and placed a long kiss on Santana's lips, pulling away and resting her forehead against the brunette's as she sighed happily.

"This is happening, we're doing this," she whispered as she nudged her nose against her wife's.

"I know babe, I know," Santana nodded as she placed her hands on each side of Quinn's face, rubbing her thumbs over her cheeks as she took it all in. "Finally."