This is my headcanon for them. Our dearest Anderson-Hummels would not stop at the first child. And God knows the world needs more Quinn in it.
Oh, Blaine loved lazy Mondays. Okay, yes, he was aware that it sounds weird, and for most people such a thing doesn't even exist, like, at all, but it was a thing in his family. Seeing as he and Kurt were both Broadway actors, Mondays were the only day they got off, so Blaine had taken to appreciate them greatly.
It was almost lunchtime. Kurt had been going on and on for days about wanting to try a new recipe for a tomato-basil salmon he had found online and now he had banned Blaine from the kitchen so it could be a surprise. Blaine didn't really mind. He had settled in the couch watching Discovery Kids ("It's not old, Kurt. It's still for kids, isn't it?"), a one-year-old Tracy on his lap leaning back into him.
His daughter was hugging her favorite plush to her chest – a pink unicorn with a rainbow horn – as she watched, eyes glued to the screen and almost widened in wonder. She always got like this when her favorite cartoon was on. She wouldn't pay Blaine any attention, but he still idly stroked her chestnut hair, healthily growing in pace with her age, while he kept his other arm around her tiny waist to keep her steady.
Blaine didn't even notice he was smiling softly until someone rung their doorbell and he startled a bit. Tracy, on the other hand, was too entranced in the TV to notice the world going on around her. Blaine wondered for a split second if that was a blessing or if it was a growing unhealthy habit she was starting to pick on and that he should nip in the roots. Shaking his head he called out towards the kitchen, "Kurt, can you take it?" Because he knew he couldn't tear Tracy away from him or the cartoon.
"Ah…" came his husband's voice, and Blaine could see him frowning. "Um, not actually. If I leave, the salmon may be ruined. Could you answer it? Food's almost done."
Sighing, Blaine braced himself. He took a quick look around, as he did many times when he was in the living room, checking if everything was baby-safe. Tracy was walking all over the place ever since before her birthday in July, three months back, and he got almost panic attacks whenever he thought of her hurting herself because they were careless and left something dangerous around. As usual, his quick scan of the room turned out clean, and he leaned down to kiss Tracy's head. "Okay, you stay here, and daddy's gonna come back in a bit, okay?"
She fumbled a bit when he took her from his lap and placed her on the couch next to a fluffy pillow, but he figured it was partly him leaving and partly a disruption to her cartoon. Once Blaine was sure she wasn't going to fall over, he walked into the hall and looked through the peephole – he and Kurt were remotely famous and he had a child in the house. He wasn't risking it. However, he shouldn't have worried in the least.
"Oh, my God, Quinn," he exclaimed as he opened the door.
Quinn laughed and shrugged, making her blue coat go up and down around her body. He lunged forward to hug her tightly, and she returned it equally. "I'm sorry for just showing up, but I was in the area and –"
"It's absolutely fine," Blaine interrupted her before turning his head to the inside of the house, his hands still on her elbows. "Kurt, Quinn's here! Please tell me you can stay for lunch?" He asked the last part turning to her again and begging with his eyes.
"Of course I can. I was kind of counting on it," she whispered the last part, which made Blaine laugh again.
Blaine ushered her in, taking her coat and hanging it and asking if she wanted anything to drink and where the hell she had come from, because wasn't she in Florida working on something about women's rights there?
Quinn giggled. "I will explain everything, but first things first: where is the princess?"
"Oh!" Blaine grinned and took her to the living room, immediately going around the couch to check that Tracy was still in one piece. And really, she hadn't moved. "She's kind of addicted to that show, though. I think she barely noticed I left to answer the door."
Quinn ignored him in favor of kneeling next to Tracy and placing her hands on the couch in front of her. Tracy's brown eyes unlocked from the TV and turned to the woman smiling at her. "Hi, sweetie. Do you remember Aunt Quinn?" Some recognition must have happened, because Tracy smiled and reached out her tiny hand. Quinn took it in hers and laughed.
"Blaine?" Kurt's voice came from the kitchen. "Can you come here a sec?"
He looked over at Quinn, who was far more interested in taking Tracy in her arms, and made his way to the back of the house. Kurt had just finished placing a green something in the corner of the fancy dish he used for fancy recipes and he looked up when his husband came in. "Oh, could you take these to the table? I gotta go say hi. I'm dying here."
Blaine agreed and went on the set the table for three adults and a child, using a lot of self-control not to steal a tomato when he smelled and saw Kurt's salmon. He took the salad Kurt had put together as well, and the sauces. He needed another trip for the drinks and cups, wondering what Quinn would want to drink and deciding to take a bit of everything.
Once they were all settled around the delicious meal and Blaine was feeding Tracy, Kurt turned his questioning eyes to Quinn. "Okay, now can you tell us what brings you to the Big Apple?"
She barely contained a grin. "So you know how I've been really involved in women's rights and have kind of been all over the place."
"Yes," Blaine said. "As I asked earlier, I thought you were in Florida?"
"Oh, our work there is done for now. I have been invited by Columbia," her face scrunched up in happiness like it did when she told the New Directions she'd gotten into Yale, "to write a thesis for a new project they have coming, along with Brown."
Kurt's eyes widened. "That is absolutely amazing! So that means you're gonna stay in town?"
"Yes, for two years, maybe."
"We are so happy for you," Blaine reached across the table to grasp her hand. "We know how passionate you are about your work. And it's really important, too."
Quinn giggled. "But I haven't told you the best part yet."
"There's more?" Kurt asked, swallowing.
"Um, I," Quinn burst out in little laughs, as if she couldn't believe it herself. "The other person who is doing a thesis and then afterwards coming to discuss and blend our work together is, um, Emma Watson."
Still in sync after all those years, Kurt's and Blaine's heads moved forward at the same time, incredulous expressions on their faces. There was silence for a couple of moments while they took the information in. Then Kurt left to grab a bottle of champagne, because this was deemed worthy of one of the most expensive ones.
They managed to continue the meal, in spite of all the excitement going around that even Tracy could feel. They took the champagne to finish it in the living room after they were done eating and after Quinn had helped with the dishes. She had Tracy in her lap in her spot on the couch. The little girl was happy to stay there, even with the TV off.
"Where are you staying, then?" Blaine asked, sitting next to her while Kurt sat on his other side.
"Well, I've just gotten here this morning, so I only left my things at this place I found in Harlem, but it seems nice. It's a cute apartment, really."
"If you need any help, we'll be happy to lend a hand," Kurt offered. "And Rachel and Jesse. And Brittany and Santana. We'll all help."
Quinn laughed. "Thank you. I promise I'll ask if needed. And I will surprise visit them as well, so no telling I'm in town," she raised her eyebrows.
Blaine raised his hands. "Alright, we won't say a thing."
"But once everyone knows," Kurt said, "we are all going out together."
There was a pause in the conversation as Tracy grew impatient and slid from Quinn lap to the floor. Blaine felt that almost panic he got every time she was on her own feet and watched her carefully, free hand ready to jump into action if needed. But his daughter only walked over to her toys a little to the side of the rug and sat down among them, playing. He breathed more easily.
"She's the sweetest little girl," Quinn commented, looking at her fondly. "I can't believe she's over a year already."
"Tell me about it," Kurt sighed. "She's walking all over the place."
"I noticed the little gate on the stairs."
"Oh, but she's already figuring out how to open it, if you can believe that," Kurt continued, and Blaine nodded along. It was a problem they were currently facing.
Quinn's eyes squinted in adorableness. Then her face got a bit serious, and Blaine frowned a bit. That had been a fast shift. He watched as something seemed to be on her mind. She was fiddling with her skirt when she said, "Have you guys given any thoughts to a second one yet?"
Blaine looked at Kurt, who glanced back at him, before saying. "Well, we would love one. It's just, you know, we can't exactly use Rachel as a surrogate again. She and Jesse are trying for their own kid."
"We've been meaning to ask Santana or Britt," Kurt added. "Or suggest it, maybe. But their schedules have been too crazy for pregnancy, and we wouldn't want to impose. It's a lot to ask."
"So we thought of, maybe, looking for a surrogate we don't know?" Blaine continued.
"And she would have to have some of my traits, as the baby would be biologically Blaine's this time, and we just… haven't really had the time to look into it."
"Maybe you don't have to look into it," Quinn finally spoke up, a little smile on her face. Blaine's breath caught a bit. He really didn't want to jump to conclusions here, but was she suggesting what he thought she was? "I mean," she went on, "I am gonna stay in town for the next two years, and it's not like I haven't been pregnant before."
Kurt's jaw dropped as Blaine's hand fell to his knee.
"Quinn, I…" Blaine managed to get out. "Are you… are you serious?"
"I honestly wouldn't joke about this."
"You…" Kurt gaped. "But you have work to do here."
She crossed her legs, seeming more confident now that she had spoken her suggestion. "Yes, and it involves writing, something I can do at home. It wouldn't be a bother."
"It wouldn't be a…?" Kurt reached across from Blaine to hold her hand. "We are talking about carrying a human being inside of you for nine months, honey, and then giving birth to it. It's one of the most bothersome things."
"But it's also one of the most beautiful ones!" Quinn insisted, squeezing Kurt's hand and holding Blaine's as well. "I managed to get through sophomore year growing a baby inside of me. Therefore, I can survive growing one while writing one paper."
"It's the paper of your career," Blaine pointed out.
"Are you saying I can't do two things at once?" she raised one eyebrow at him. "Boys, please, I of all people know what I'd be getting myself into. I've been there. And we've joked about this before, remember?"
"Well, yes," Kurt agreed. "But you said you'd be the egg donor."
Quinn waved her hand dismissively. "I'm ready and willing to do this for you if you guys want to. You are wonderful fathers to Tracy and you deserve the best. Besides, I can't let Rachel have all the fun."
Blaine turned to look at Kurt, their mouths opening and closing without making sounds. They didn't know what to say. They had been like this when Rachel had offered as well, because, seriously, it was a lot to ask of a friend. It was a long, tiresome, painful, and stressing process. Of course, it had its beauty, but it was pregnancy. From the moment they start preparing the surrogate's body until the birth, it's over a year of her life she'll have devoted to them.
"I… we don't know what to say," Blaine turned back to Quinn, now grasping Kurt's free hand as well as Quinn's.
"Say yes," she shrugged.
Blaine's head whipped to Kurt again. Both of them had watery eyes and stunned expressions. They hadn't worded it right to their friend; they wanted a second child so much it almost hurt to think about it. They had names picked out. They had the spare bedroom – they had bought this house with three bedrooms and a guest one, already with two children in mind. They knew what they wanted. And be given the opportunity to have it was an indescribable.
Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand, a smile tugging at his lips. Blaine smiled back and he knew they'd reached a decision. "Okay," he whispered.