The Surrogates
(I do not own Glee or any of the characters.)
Rachel and Finn have been married for five years and are living in a sixth floor condo in New York City. Rachel is performing on Broadway. While she has had steady work on and off Broadway since she graduated from NYADA, she still hasn't been a headliner of a major production.
Finn found his calling in morning drive-time radio and works night tending bar in a piano bar. He is one of the favorite bartenders as he can twirl the liquor bottles and mix the perfect drink in time with the music. On nights when friends come in he sometimes joins them at the piano for a song.
Kurt and Blaine live across the hall from Rachel and Finn in the same building of condominiums. They were married legally in New York two months after Rachel and Finn were married. Blaine works as a lawyer in the public defender's office. His specialty is family law.
Kurt works for as a design assistant for the Alexander McQueen fashion house, but is on his way up.
Brittany and Santana live in the same condo building and are next door to Kurt and Blaine. They were married in a mass wedding ceremony on the beach in California along with a hundred other couples.
Brittany is a dance instructor at night and a day care teacher by day. She teaches two dance classes. One is ballet for kids and the other is a waltz class for bridegrooms before their big day.
Santana works as an Assistant District Attorney in the New York DA's office. She is quickly making a reputation for herself as a take no prisoner's attorney who can strike fear in her opponents with her quick mind, fierce tongue, and four inch stilettos.
The six live very busy lives but have a standing dinner date on Sunday nights at the supper club near their building.
The talk tonight has lingered on a hard fought case that Blaine has been working on all week. It involves the custody of a small four year old girl. Blaine has basically fallen in love with the child and in his heart believes that neither parents should have her, but she should be retuned to her adoption mother who has raised her since she was a newborn crack baby.
"Blaine, this case has really gotten to you, but all of your cases get to you. You let yourself get too personally involved. Have you ever thought about getting out of family law and the public defender's office? You take ever case too hard and it's wearing you down?" Rachel asked her friend.
"I've tried to get him to come over to the DA's office with me, but he won't even talk about it," Santana added while sipping her whiskey sour.
"Blaine doesn't have the cut-throat instincts that you have. You eat your opponents up and spit them out like chewed up nails!" Kurt defended Blaine.
"Kurt's right. I don't have the killer instincts, and these people in family court need someone who actually cares especially the children. I see so many kids come through the system who are either unwanted or are just pawns in their parents attempts to levy revenge on the other. The kids are the ones paying the price. I wonder if I'm going to see them as parents in court in twenty years doing the same thing to their kids that was done to them."
"Blaine, I'm just worried that you're going to see so much of the bad that you'll never want to have children of our own," Kurt surmised.
"Are you two talking about having kids?" Brittany asked. "I have so many cute little ones in my daycare class. I hope each day that a mom might forget to pick one up, and I could bring them home. Sort of like a stray puppy."
"Brittany, we've talked about this before. That would be kidnapping which is a capital offense. If you want to have kids, we'll have our own one day. We just need to find a sperm donor who's as awesome as we are."
"I've tried to talk Finn into having a baby next year," Rachel admitted. "I'm head-lining a new Off-Broadway show in January and my character is a very pregnant woman. I could really be pregnant in my costume every night and everyone would think that it was just padding. I wouldn't have to hide my belly behind furniture and purses. No one would know the difference."
"I would know the difference!" Finn jumped into the conversation. "I don't want my kid to be on Broadway six nights a week before it's ever even born. Besides, what if you had to throw up or you go into labor or something. You couldn't do that on stage."
"Yes I could. In the theater world it's called improvising. The audience would think it was part of the script."
"Now that you've brought it up, Kurt and I have talked about having a child of our own." Blaine admitted. "I have a colleague in court that specializes in adoptions. She says that straight couples are still favored over gay couples. It's really not fair. Kurt and I would make great parents."
"We've talked about surrogates, but I just don't know," Kurt sighed while stirring his drink.
"What's a surrogate?" Brittany asked.
"It's a woman who carries a baby for someone else, and when the baby is born she gives it to them. Sort of like letting your neighbor bake their bread in your oven when their oven is broke."
"We're not broke," Kurt glared at Santana. "We just don't have all of the parts. Neither do you and Brittany!"
"I could do that," Brittany offered. "I could be their oven."
"No you couldn't. You couldn't give the baby up once it's born. I couldn't get you to give Lord Tubbington away when we were married even though I was allergic to him. I know that you kept him hidden under our bed until he died. That's how I knew he was dead. My sneezing turned to nausea from his rotting corpse. I had to get rid of his remains while you were at dance class one night."
"Is that what happened to him? I thought he went out for a smoke and found a date. What did you do with him?"
"Don't worry. I said a little prayer over him. He's in Cat Heaven now smoking his little lungs out."
"I hope they have Marlboro's in Heaven, those were his favorite," Brittany mourned.
"I'm sure they do," Santana commiserated. "He won't even have to be carded."
"I'm sure that Lord Tubbington is smoking no matter which way he went -OUCH! Why did you kick my leg?" Finn howled while rubbing his shin and staring at Rachel.
The six friends were silent for a moment even though Rachel was giving Finn a death stare as Kurt and Blaine were trying to stiffle their laughter.
Finally it was Brittany that broke the silence. "I'd still do it. I'd help Blaine and Kurt have a baby. They're my friends and Lord Tubbington would want me to help my friends."
"But what about us? Don't you want kids of our own one day," Santana asked her partner. "After all it's going to be your egg and their sperm. The kid will be half yours."
"I have a suggestion," Kurt offered meekly.
"What if one of us help you have a baby, and you do the same for us?"
"Ewwwww, is that even legal?" Rachel objected. "The six of us are like family."
"Is that even moral?" Finn seconded. "I mean you have known each other for years. It wouldn't be like a total stranger."
"No it could work. What if we have four babies? Kurt could father one with Brittany and I could father one with Santana. In a couple of years Kurt could father one with Santana, and I could father one with Brittany."
"I don't think so," Santana scowled. "I'm not going to bed with either one of you."
"No, there're clinics that do the getting together part," Blaine suggested. "Rachel's dads mixed their sperm together in a turkey baster."
"Please, I'm eating," Kurt gagged.
"I can't believe this. We're not talking about making Labra-doodles or Peak-a- Poos. And who would get which baby. This isn't a puppy mill you know." Rachel was getting worked up.
"We could all four live together. Each child would have two dads and two moms. With our work schedules we could work it out so that someone was always home with the kids. I could easily switch to night court. We could knock out a wall between our two condos," Blaine suggested.
"It sounds like a commune or polygamy to me. I'm no one's sister wife," Santana scowled at Blaine.
"No you'll always be with Brittany, just like I'll always be with Kurt. The kids will just have two moms and two dads."
"The one with blue eyes and blond hair will know that Kurt and Brittany are their parents. Remember biology? Blue eyes and blond hair are recessive genes. Dark hair and dark eyes are dominated genes." Rachel wrinkled her nose.
"As much as I like to eat, I'm done." Finn looked sick as he threw his fork onto his plate. "All of this talk about surrogates and turkey basters turns my stomach. Rachel and I will stick to making our babies the old fashion way."
"That's because you can Mr. Beans and Weanie and Mrs. Easy-Bake Oven! You have everything you need to make a baby! Brittany and I don't have all the parts and neither do the Blues Brothers sitting over there," Santana spewed at Finn while pointing at an embarrassed Kurt and Blaine.
The other diners were staring at the group of six by now.
"Keep your voice down," Finn whispered. "I don't want the whole town to hear what a stupid idea you're cooking up. We could probably get arrested."
Santana was turning red with angry when she looked at Blaine. "I think it's a great idea. You and I will work out the legality and Kurt and Brittany can work out the logistics. Finn, it's your job to work out the morality."
"What are logistics?" Brittany asked.
"I'll explain it to you when we get home. Don't worry, Kurt can handle the logistics." With a huff, Santana threw a fifty-dollar bill down on the table to cover hers and Brittany's meals and headed out of the supper club with Brittany close behind her.
Later that night the Hudson's were in their bed staring at the ceiling.
"Rach," Finn asked. "Do you really think they're going to do it? I mean the four of them have kids together?"
"I hope not. While the idea would work, this could make for some very mixed up kids. A lot of children are lucky to have two parents. Theirs would have four. Four kids and four parents.
"Rachel, you had two dads and you turned out okay."
"Yeah, but you don't know the teasing and the noisy questions that I had to endure in school. We couldn't even go to the grocery store without being pointed at."
"We're in New York, we're not in Ohio," Finn said to the ceiling above him.
"Have you given any thought to having a baby of our own?" Rachel asked. "I mean we're both 27 and next year would be perfect. I wouldn't have to take any time off from the play until the baby is born. I could be with her during the day. You could quit that bar tending job and be with her at night."
"Her, who said that we would be having a little girl, and I like my bar tending job."
"Any child of ours that would be on stage six nights a week for nine months would have to be a girl. She'll pop out ready for the stage. And I hate your bar job. I see the way you flirt with the women."
"I flirt for tips. You're the only girl in my life and the bar flies all know it."
"I'd better be the only girl in your life unless you plan on making another one with me. You know that the father determines the sex of the child."
"Rachel, I've had enough biology lessons for one night unless you'd like to practice a biology lab with me?" Finn smiled suggestively.
"You know you've always been my favorite biology lab partner. What kind of experiment do you have in mind?"
"I don't know. If we're going to make a baby someday I think we need to practice. I have to get my Y swimmers moving faster than the X's."
"Finn are you saying that you want a little boy?"
"No baby. I'll take either as long as you're the mom."
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