Will and Maria.
Maria and Will.
I mean, are they good names for twins or what?
When Kurt and Blaine first heard that their surrogate, Amy, was pregnant with not one, but TWO children, they were beyond excited. Now they didn't have to have a stupidly long argument over baby names. It could just be a short, stupid argument about baby names, seeing as they could pick one each.
The whole surrogate process had been very difficult. When Kurt and Blaine first met Amy, they instantly liked her, and the feeling was mutual. She had told them that they would probably be the ones she gave her baby to, until one day.
Kurt and Blaine were sitting at Amy's house, discussing surrogate-y things and helping her fill out paperwork, when her parents walked in, uninvited.
"Mom, Dad, what are you doing here?" Amy asked frantically, looking apologetically at the two startled men sitting across the table from her.
From one look at Amy's parents, Kurt could tell they were religious. No, her mother was not wearing a wimple and her father was not holding a Bible, but they just metaphorically reeked religion.
"Oh, darling, you're still giving away your child then, I see?" Amy's mother said stiffly, picking up some paperwork between her thumb and index finger, as if it were poisonous.
"Yes, I am." Amy stood. "And now, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like you to-"
"Who are your friends?" The tall man, who did look a lot like Amy, glanced at Kurt and Blaine. "Aren't you going to introduce us? I'm Jared, and this is my wife, Joyce."
Amy sighed, "This is Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson. Now, if you wouldn't mind-"
"Are you two homosexual?" Joyce asked.
Kurt and Blaine looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
"Uhh..." Blaine began, before he was cut off by a shriek from Joyce.
"Oh, dear Lord, Amy, darling. You're not SERIOUSLY thinking of giving your child away to abominations like these men?!" She glared, hard, at them.
Jared looked more pitying than angry. "You do know how sinful it is, don't you, boys?"
Kurt shook his head in frustration. "Amy, I think we'd better go."
"Yes, I think you had better go," Jared growled.
Joyce said nothing to the two, but instead began to mutter furiously to Amy, who looked absolutely mortified.
The second Kurt and Blaine walked out the door, Kurt burst into tears.
Of course, that was all in the past. Amy had refused to listen to her parents, insisted that Kurt and Blaine were two loving, caring people, and was more than happy to give them her children.
Now they live in New York City, with said children (now 15 years old), and this is their story.