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"Blaine Daniel Anderson-Fabray," Sandra Anderson croaks out when the doctors ask for a name. After little Blaine was cleaned off, he was handed over to his mother. He was everything like his mother, but the doctors said that at least one thing would be coming from the father. As Blaine opened his eyes, Sandra understood what they meant. His son had the sperm donor's eyes, golden hazel with a tint of green. She didn't mind; her dark brown eyes were bland anyway. Another nurse stands above her, helping Sandra to breastfeed the little bundle of blue.
Meanwhile, in the next room, Judy Fabray was shouting profanities, screaming as her face showed the pain she was in.
"C'mon Judy, that's right. Lay down for us."
The woman did as told, but the pain didn't subside. She couldn't hold the baby in much longer.
"It hurts," she panted to the doctor. The man only nods.
"You're going into labour, now, when the contraction hits, push."
Judy did as instructed, and after a full 10 minutes, a little scream filled the room. The woman on the bed sighed in relief, getting cleaned up by the nurses as the doctor checks her and the child's vitals.
"Congrats, it's a girl," the nurse handling the newborn said. Judy smiles, but now she was confused. Sandra just had their first child, what if she had a girl too? (Yes, they didn't ask the doctor to reveal the genders of their children).
"Name?"
"Um…" she heaves. "Andee. Andee Quinn Fabray-Anderson."
The nurse chuckles, "You and Sandra together?"
"Wives."
The brunette nods with a fond smile, before asking how she wants the first two names to be spelt. After a while, Andee was in Judy's arms.
"Hi honey…"
Weeks past and both Blaine and Andee were now a month old.
"We promised we'd stay in Massachusetts until our kids are at least a year old," Sandra mumbled. Judy sighed, running a hand through her blonde hair.
"I'm sorry, sweetie, but I have to go back next month."
The women hold each other, looking over their children.
"We can raise them in Lima. Their father doesn't want them, they have us, our parents don't mind about our marriage, they'll be fine," Judy adds.
Sandra gives in then and there. She couldn't do anything but hope that she could raise her children in a non-hate environment in Lima, Ohio.
"He's ours," Burt Hummel mumbles to his wife, who lay with their son on her chest.
"Yeah, he is Burt."
"Looks a lot like you."
"Kurt," she mumbles. Burt looks down and smiles, of course she would name her son from her favourite musical of all time.
"Alexander," he adds. Eliza grins, kissing the top of the sleeping boy's head.
"Kurt Alexander Hummel."
"Beautiful," a nurse says, hearing the name.
"Thank you," the parents say together. They look down at little Kurt and smile. This was their family, and nothing could change that.
The Fabray-Anderson's finally found a house when the kids were reaching their 4 months. It was quaint, two stories, four bedrooms, an office, a spacious living room, kitchen and yard, a dining room, three bathrooms and a lovely front garden with a two car garage. The house was gated and it was a perfect house for the family.
"You like it? Bought it myself," Judy explains, dumping their bags in the fully furnished living room. Judy was a real estate agent and found said house, arranging it to be fully furnished with their stuff from their old apartment, which was now rented out.
"It's beautiful, and the kids seem to like it," Sandra motioned to the two kids, gurgling on the floor as they looked around in awe. Sandra worked at your usual office, the head secretary for a local company. She was paid parental leave and had more time off than her wife.
"You should see their rooms. I asked Jane to do the hard work myself."
They scooped their children up and looked into the nursery, which was a neutral lime green and had both their names on top of their cribs. Sandra and Judy put down the kids in their respective beds and looked around, mesmerised at the simplicity of it all. They toured the house and all in all, they fell in love with the place.
It was around 3 in the afternoon when the doorbell rang. Sandra opened it to see a family of three standing before them.
"Hi, I'm Eliza and this is my husband Burt. We're your next door neighbours."
Sandra smiled, taking the outstretched hand and nodding to Burt, who was holding a sleeping boy in their arms.
"Who's this?"
"Kurt, our son. He's a month old."
"Sandra, who's at the door?"
Eliza scrunched her face; she was familiar with the voice. Her thoughts were proven when a blonde woman walked up to the front door.
"Eliza?"
"Judy?"
The two friends hugged and the four walked into the house. Burt and Eliza looked around appreciatively.
"So how do you guys know each other?" Sandra asked, looping her arm around Judy's. Burt didn't grimace so the couple took it as a good sign.
"College buddies," Eliza replies, breathless.
"Oh, who's this?" Judy motioned to the sleeping boy.
"Kurt. He just turned one month."
"Aw, we have twins. Blaine and Andee, four months."
Eliza chuckled, "Pretty in Pink, I approve."
"So are you two married?" Burt asks.
"Yes we are, problem?" Sandra rebutted. She relaxed when Burt shook his head.
"No, my wife told me about her college years. I just wanted to make sure I am in the right headspace and with the right people."
Judy and Sandra nod before the four fall into conversation. It was easy, even Burt felt like he'd known the Fabray-Anderson's for years.
When Judy offered something to drink, three collective cries filled the house.
"The children have awoken," Eliza jokes, before taking Kurt and cooing him. Judy and Sandra laugh before heading up to their own children, bringing them down as they came out of their post-sleep haze.
They played with the three children before the Hummel's excused themselves, hoping to see each other again soon.
"Visit anytime," Judy called out, Blaine on her hip.
"Ditto!" Burt replied; Kurt sprawled across his chest, sleeping again.
A/N: The year is 1993, the twins were born in February while Kurt was born in May. I know that Dianna is older than Darren (by a year in real life) and her birthday is in April, but Blaine's the eldest here, so roll with it.
I know during this time, same-sex marriage wasn't legalized, but let's just say only Massachusetts has.
Yes, I made Judy Fabray a lesbian. HUZZAH TO CRACK!FEELINGS !
P.S. If you haven't noticed, this is purely AU with hints of canon