Double Heartbeat
Chapter 1- Baby Blues
Most dreams take a lifetime to achieve. Mainly because it's not easy clawing your way to the top. But for Kurt Hummel-Anderson, he'd achieved two dreams. He left Ohio the second he'd graduated and headed for the lights and glamor of New York. NYADA was a the best thing that ever happened to the countertenor. Not only did he score several lead roles on Broadway for Wicked, Hairspray, Chicago and Phantom of the Opera but he minored in business. Giving him more than a head start to creating his own fashion line. Broadway was spectacular, but as all things do, it got boring. So Kurt hung up his microphone in exchange for a sewing machine.
He spent many sleepless nights fussing over new fashion forward designs. Many of which took off quickly. But his strong suit was children's clothes. It came as no surprise to his family that 'Born This Way; Fashion for Kids' erupted like an active volcano. Within the first three years, Kurt's business grew to a 45 million dollar business. Blaine couldn't be more happy for his husband. The two were married the fourth summer after Blaine graduated. The curly haired man found a permanent job at Lyric Street Records as a producer. He had names such as Rascal Flatts, Sugarland, The Beastie Boys and Nickelback under his belt. Blaine brought home more than enough money to support himself and Kurt, but the countertenor refused to be a stay at home husband. Born This Way Fashions was his life. Up until he began to work the shoppe himself...
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"Hello? Earth to Kurt?"
Kurt was jostled out of his thoughts by a hand waving in front of his face. Silver eyes focused in on the pink haired girl whom the hand belonged to. She was rather short for 29 years old with vibrant blue eyes. She wore a scowl on her otherwise pixie like face.
"You might be the boss, but you need to get your ass in gear!" she shouted, not at all happy that Kurt had been spaced out for the last half hour.
"Sorry, Skylar." Kurt mumbled, rubbing his tired eyes.
"I know you make clothes for babies, but do you have to ogle every single one that crawls in?"
"I can't help it, Sky." Kurt sighed. "Every child I see suddenly has a mop of black curls and hazel eyes the second I look at it."
"Well how about you and that husband of yours get busy and have one of your own!"
"I don't think Blaine wants kids..." Skylar's hard expression softened.
"Have you talked to him about it?"
"Well...no...but he hasn't talked about it either."
"Communication is everything, Kurtie. That's how me and Amy got Oakley." the pinkette thumbed through her iPhone for a picture of her 3 month old son. He was the spitting image of Skylar, save for his blonde hair.
Kurt sighed sadly, the sight of the infant breaking his heart. Kurt wanted a child. But more importantly, he wanted him and Blaine to have a child.
He resigned himself to talk to his wonderful husband the moment he got home.
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Blaine Anderson was going to have to stab the next intern that showed up saying she was pregnant. The pretty brunette who had his nerves ground down- some twenty year old from Memphis -was cooing with the other three girls from his studio who were expecting. Blaine sighed, brushing his dark curls back and thinking of his husband, and how he would love a baby...
The next three hours I work we're both terrible and horrible- horrible because of all the whispered baby talk but wonderful because Sugarland was recording and they always raised Blaine's spirits. He was so happy when he was back home in the stylish two story farm house he and Kurt had bought on coming home to Lima. He called out to Kurt, like always, but something felt different. When he sat next to Kurt at the dinner table- the fair skinned man demanded "family" dinners and Blaine abided by it.
"Okay you're thinking, tell me what you want," Blaine teased, digging into the exquisite eggplant Parmesan that was set out. Kurt bit his lip nervously." Oh, c'mon Kurt, you know I'll give you whatever your little satin-lined heart desires..."
"Blaine I want a baby!" Kurt cried, forcing himself to look his husband in the eye. "I can't take being at work and surrounded by babies and it hurts knowing I can't take them home with me!" At first, Kurt gauged no reaction from the former Warbler. Finally, it seemed the gears in Blaine's head moved forward and a smile broke out across his lips and a new fire lit in his eyes.
"Oh God yes!" Blaine hollered, rounding the table and catching his husband in a hug. Kurt giggled like a school girl as Blaine squeezed the life out of him. "But, how?" Blaine lowered Kurt to his feet. "It's not like either of us can carry a child."
Kurt chewed on his bottom lip, not thinking before of the obvious. Adoption wouldn't guarantee them a child. It could even take years to go through. Surrogates weren't exactly in abundance either. But one thing Kurt had made his mind up on, it was he wanted Blaine to father the child.
"We could find a surrogate." Kurt babbled before he could think clearly.
"I suppose...it's a lot to think over but I think that's our best bet."
"Good, cause I want you to father it."
"But I wanted you to." Blaine replied, cocking his head to the side in confusion.
"Oh please, Blaine." Kurt laughed, rolling his eyes. "If I father the child then it's gonna come out singing show tunes and it's first toy will be a bedazzler!"
"So?" Blaine chuckled. "As long as he/she looks like you, I can't help but love it."
"I'm sorta liking the idea of a little girl with my eyes, and your hair." Kurt ran a hand through Blaine's curls, glad that for once he decided to forgo the gel. The taller mentally laughed, thinking Blaine looked like a dapper Harry Potter when his hair wasn't being imprisoned.
"However they look, and however they get here, this child is gonna be nothing but loved."
It was then that Kurt fell in love all over again. Just like the day on the stairwell at Dalton.
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Delilah Puckerman smiled as she lowered the newborn little boy she'd been holding for the past twenty minutes into his crib. Navy eyes looked on lovingly at the small creature, wishing she could take the boy home with her. But she quickly pushed those thoughts from her head, knowing her husband didn't want another child. Delilah knew Beth was Puck's world, but she didn't think the mohawked man was ready for more kids. Even though she had a beautiful eleven year old step-daughter, DJ (as she preferred to be called) couldn't help but want to be a real mother.
"At least I've got you guys." she whispered to the sleeping children placed around the nursery. After a kiss to each child's forehead, DJ relieved her position to the next shift. She exited the Lima Memorial Hospital and got into her red Volkswagen beetle. The minute she started the engine, her phone rang, surprised to see it was Blaine.
"Hey, Blaine." she greeted, buckling her seat belt. "Need something?"
"Uh, yea." he replied, unsure if he really wanted to ask. "Me and Kurt wanna have a baby."
"Oh that's great, love!" DJ gushed. "Adoption?"
"No. That's actually what I want to talk to you about. We decided to go for a surrogate."
"Oh, in that case, I can go through some files here at the hospital and more than likely find you a suitable candidate."
"I kinda already had one in mind."
"Really? Who?"
"You."
DJ nearly floored the gas petal. Having just enough right mind to stop the car before she ran a stop light.
"Come again?" she asked, her voice a little more than a squeak.
"Just hear me out okay! Kurt wants a child that looks like me...and well, since me and you sorta favor a bit, I was wondering if you would take the job?"
"That's a lot to ask, Blaine. I mean what do I tell Puck when I'm suddenly pregnant but it's not his and I can't keep it?"
"I was planning to bring it up to him on our next guys night. I'm pretty sure he won't mind after he thinks about it."
"I don't know, Blaine. That's a really big decision. What am I supposed to do about work? And will I be it's mother? I mean will I be a part of the child's growing up?"
"Of course!" Blaine was quick to answer. "You can see him/her any time you want. Even have them overnight when they're old enough."
That dapper bastard really knew how to play DJ's heartstrings. She guessed it came from being best friends for so many years. She loved Kurt and Blaine like the brothers she never had. They were even the cause of her marrying Puck. DJ swore those two had a set of cupid arrows hidden underneath their mattress.
"I'll do it." she spoke, swallowing thickly. Not sure what she'd just gotten herself into.
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Avery Hudson groaned, having to wipe the motor oil off her cheek for the umpteenth time that afternoon. The 1980 Corvette she'd spent the last week working on had an oil leak that was driving her nuts. She wouldn't seem to find the source and every so often, it liked to spurt the thick black liquid at her. Seeming to taught her. With a furious scowl, she shoved herself out from underneath the car and rolled off the dolly. She stood and cracked her back, not having any clue how long she'd been under there. She quickly wiped off her hands and ran to catch the phone that began ringing from the other side of the garage.
"Hummel Tire and Lube, how can I help you?" she spoke quickly.
"Avery, darling!"
"Kurt!" the blonde beamed. "How's my favorite brother in law?"
"I'm good, love." he giggled. "How's my dad's shoppe?"
"Busier than ever." she replied with a slight sigh.
"I still think you should hire more help."
"Easy for you to say. It's hard to find anyone around here that even knows you don't put the oil in through the dip stick hole." Kurt laughed heartily, having truly missed his sister in law's crude humor.
"And I take it you're still keeping my brother alive?"
"For now." she giggled. "He's off at some school play trying to scout out some new talent before your husband kills him."
"That's what he gets for following Blaine to Lyric Street."
"Anyway, so why'd ya call me in the middle of the afternoon? I thought you'd be working?"
"I took the afternoon off to figure some things out."
"Trouble in paradise?"
"Sorta...me and Blaine want to have a baby."
"Good luck with that, hun. Cause the last time I checked, two men can't conceive on their own."
"I know...that's where you come in...I want you to surrogate."
"Say what?" Avery all but screeched, her hazel eyes widening comically.
"Blaine wants the child to look like me, and since we sorta favor each other, I was wondering if you would surrogate for me?"
"I don't know, Kurt...I mean what about Finn? And Daphne for that matter?"
Kurt thought back to his three year old niece. Daphne had been a difficult delivery, resulting in a C-section. The umbilical chord had wrapped around her throat just as Avery went into her third trimester. If it hadn't been for Avery sensing something was wrong, Daphne probably wouldn't have lived. Delivered at just under 4 pounds, the poor child spent the better part of 5 months in the hospital where she was cared for constantly by DJ.
"I know...but you're my only choice, Av. I don't trust any one else to do it."
"I guess I could probably talk Finn into it...but what about me? Am I gonna be the mother to this child?"
"Oh yes! You'll always be a part of his/her life. I'd never want to take that away from you."
"...okay. But give me a few days to make sure I really wanna do this."
"Thank you so much, Avery!"
"But you owe me big time, porcelain." Avery growled.
Olivia- So now you've met DJ and Avery! They're step-sisters from Nashville who transferred to Lima after their parents got married when they were both sophomores. DJ belongs to my sister and Avery belongs to me.