A/N: Hello all. This is a Quaine friendship fic that has been sitting on my computer for a few weeks now. I finally decided it was semi-fit to see the light of day. Even though I ship Klaine with all my heart, I didn't think it was too believable to have them stay together forever and ever in this fic. This will feature a good bit of St. Fabray (I decided to try my hand at it) some Quill and a decent or good splattering of Fabrevans. There will also be Blaine/OC, splatters of Klaine and background Finntana. Maybe some Puck/Rachel. Here is the prologue; chapter one will be up soon! This story disregards the Lucy Caboosey plotline. Quinn is Quinn, has always been Quinn, never got a nose job, always lived in lima, etc. Thanks! The prologue is kind of short, sorry.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything; all rights go to their proper owners.

Prologue:

Quinn suffered a rough break up with Puck right before high school graduation. But her hopes were high. She was going to NYU with Finn, Santana and Blaine. Kurt and Rachel were going to Cal Arts, Artie and Brittany to USC. Mercedes, Puck and Sam were going to Virginia Tech. The closest former New Directions members were Tina and Mike at Julliard.

Quinn expected to spend all of her time with Santana, but she ended up being really close to Blaine. It made sense in a way. Santana and Finn, as music majors, worked together often. And then started dating sophomore year, which meant that if Quinn needed to flee her apartment she'd run to Blaine. Both of them had gone through breakups. Kurt broke up with him a month after freshman year because the long distance thing was not working. But aside from that, Quinn and Blaine were both double majors. Her in Law and psychology, Blaine in writing and film. The four of them become best friends, but Quinn and Blaine were even closer. Their friendship was impossibly strong.

"Blaine, San and Finn have a date tonight. Wanna come over?" Quinn asked over the phone, praying that he'd say yes. She hadn't seen him lately and she missed him. He was over in five minutes. That was the kind of friendship they had.

"Want me to cook dinner?" Blaine asked after only being there for five minutes. Quinn laughed. Blaine was the only guy she knew who'd offer to cook food at her place.

"If you were straight, Blaine, I'd literally be in love you right know," she teased, moving to stand next to him. Blaine kissed her nose.

"And if I was straight, I'd be head over heels for you," he smiled, poking around the cupboards so he could find suitable materials for dinner. Quinn poured them each a glass of wine.

"And here's to you being gay," she said, clinking her glass against his. They were both twenty-one, and therefore allowed to drink, but neither of them ever drank heavily.

So, yeah, Blaine cooked a delicious spaghetti dinner. He hummed 'Uptown Girl' under his breath because he said that song always reminded him of her. Actually, there were a lot of songs that Blaine attributed to Quinn.

"Where are Finn and Santana on their date?" Blaine asked. Quinn shrugged.

"A restaurant and then your place, I'd bet," she smirked. Blaine sighed, though he didn't sound disappointed.

"And god knows they'll be there for like ten million hours," he shook his head. Quinn laughed, it was true.

When it came to Quinn and Blaine, though, neither of them had been in a serious committed relationship in a while. But they've had hookups and such. It was tearing Quinn down though. She wanted a family eventually. Having already given birth made her more eager than most.

Quinn, Blaine, Santana and Finn all graduated together but all settled down in the area. Quinn and Blaine were even going to the same grad school. Columbia.

They were twenty-eight when Blaine made her a proposition. Finn and Santana had their own apartment, and Blaine and Quinn were living together. But that wasn't what mattered.

"I want a family someday," Quinn told him lazily one evening. She'd just gotten home from work and she was exhausted.

"I know you do. You'd be a good mom," Blaine told her, clicking off the television. Quinn smiled to herself.

"I can just imagine having kids and imagine their first steps, first words, first laugh. I can imagine the glow on their faces each and every Christmas morning," Quinn sighed happily. Blaine smiled, also admiring the scene she had created.

"It's a nice feeling. Gathered around the fireplace," Blaine agreed. Quinn nodded, and decided to add even more.

"Snow on the ground, smiles on everyone."

"You have it easy. You just find a guy you love, or if you want to be a single mom you just find an adequate father and then you get pregnant. I have to find an outside party, whether I'm doing it alone or with a partner," Blaine sighed.

"Hey, you'll find that someone special," Quinn smiled. Blaine took her hand.

"I still have to find that third party as well. You deserve to be a mom though," he told her, kissing her knuckles.

"I guess."

That's when he made his proposition.

"We could do it. In a purely platonic baby momma/baby daddy relationship. We should have a baby together."