Author's Note:Well, here's the next chapter. I'm hoping to update every day until I finish. At least until I go on vacation on the 25th. After that, I'll start back up on the 3rd of June.


"You want to what?" Kurt exclaimed not sure if he had heard her right.

"Not happening!" Santana told her outright. "You are not having sex with the Hobbit." Santana said adamantly. She might not be able to convince Brittany not to do this, but she definitely wasn't going to let her wife cheat on her with a gay man.

"Creating babies using science is evil." Brittany said and refused to hear differently. "They're robots, and I'm not going to give birth to a robot!" She argued with them using her own special brand of logic that left the three of them flabbergasted.

"Okay now we seriously need to talk about this as couples... individual couples. We can't make this decision right now." Kurt said, looking at Blaine for confirmation. He knew he had it from Santana.

"I'll do it." Blaine says quietly and everyone turns to look at him - only Brittany's face was excited about this announcement.

"You can't be serious Blaine!" Kurt shouted and Santana shook her head at the idea.

"Not happening!"

Ever since Blaine's week long bi-phase in his sophomore year of High School where he kissed Rachel Berry in a drunken game of spin the bottle, he'd always looked at girls differently than he had before. Since then, he'd never been interested in one enough to attempt sex, but it'd always made him curious. Perhaps it was just Rachel that he wasn't attracted to. How was he supposed to know for certain that he only liked dick if he never tried anything else? "But why? Brittany and I have sex...She gets pregnant, and then we get to bring home a baby 9 months later. Where's the problem?" He asked, oblivious to the reasons why his husband would object to the idea.

Santana slapped her forehead. "There's a huge problem. I'm not letting my wife have sex with a man." She shouts and Brittany turns to look at her.

"So you decide what I can and can't do?" Brittany challenged, to which Santana just scoffed.

"I don't decide what you can do, but I certainly decide who you can't do." Santana tells her. "You're my wife, having sex with Blaine would be cheating!"

"Not if you don't count it as cheating." Brittany argued. "If you look at it like I'm doing a friend a favor, then it's not cheating." She said simply and this made Kurt and Santana both bang their heads against the table in unison.

It took another 45 minutes for Santana and Brittany to finally leave the Hummel-Anderson apartment. During those 45 minutes Brittany kept insisting that it wouldn't be cheating, no matter how much Santana claimed otherwise.

Afterwards however, Kurt and Blaine were busy cleaning up from dinner; neither one of them were talking to the other. They had a huge bombshell dropped on them and neither of them knew quite how to approach the subject now that Brittany and Santana had gone home. Every few minutes, one of them would stop what they were doing, take a deep breath as if they were about to say something, and then just shut their mouth without saying anything. Finally Blaine had had enough.

"Will you just say what you're thinking? This silence is killing me." Blaine pleads with his husband. He doesn't want to be on the outs with his husband, but he also doesn't want to give up the opportunity that Brittany is offering them.

"I can't believe you want to cheat on me... with Brittany of all people!" Kurt said, shaking his head. "I could understand if it was Sebastian or someone… at least they have the right parts." He told him bitterly.

"I don't want to cheat on you. This isn't a way for either of us... Brittany or me to cheat on either of you. It's a way of getting a son or daughter." Blaine tried to reason.

"You'd be sleeping with... a woman. With Brittany. Having sex with Brittany. Doesn't that seem weird to you?" Kurt asked and Blaine shrugged.

"It's not like I've never thought about what it'd be like." He admitted and Kurt couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"What? You want to have sex with her?"

Blaine shook his head. "Don't think of it as me wanting to have sex with anyone other than you. Because I don't. I just... wouldn't be opposed to creating this baby the old fashioned way."

"I can't believe you!"

Across town from where Kurt and Blaine were having their argument, Santana and Brittany were having one of their own, along much of the same lines as their friends.

"I don't want you sleeping with Blaine!" Santana shouts as they walk across the threshold to their small apartment.

"But Santana... it's the only way to have this baby."

"No, it's the only way you want to have this baby, which by the way no one has decided is happening!" She added to the fire. "Kurt's not comfortable with this idea, and I'm definitely not comfortable with this idea..."

"But you're not the ones who are going to be having sex!" Brittany argued. "Blaine and I would be, and neither of us have a problem with it!"

"But I do have a problem with it," said Santana. "I don't like the idea of you sleeping with Blaine. It scares me."

"But why Santana?" Brittany asked. She really wanted to do this and you couldn't figure out why her wife didn't like the idea. All she wanted was to give Kurt and Blaine a child.

"What if you decide that you want to go back to having sex with men? I couldn't handle it if you decided to leave me because you realized that you like cock better than me."

"That's never going to happen. I love you and no one, not even Blaine could get me to leave you."

"But how do you know that?" Santana asked quietly.

"Because I've loved you since we were in the ninth grade. I've had sex with men before, and I don't want to get into the habit of doing it again. You are the only person that I love and nothing is going to change that."


The next day Santana and Kurt went out for coffee. They went to this little place that they discovered early on in their college career. Blaine had a business trip he had to go on that evening so he stayed home to pack. Brittany had a shift at the diner where she worked so it was just the two of them, and for once in their friendship they were on the same side of an argument. By the time Santana got there Kurt had already been waiting there for 20 minutes and had finished his entire frozen latte. She sat down at his table after getting her own drank and let out an exasperated sigh of frustration.

"Long night?" Kurt asked after seeing his friend incredibly annoyed.

"The longest." She said. "I can't believe they want to do this." Santana threw her arms in the air. "Are they crazy? I mean, seriously? They want to fuck around… with both of us knowing about it, even though neither of us is for it at all." She groaned.

"Blaine tried to convince me last night that it'd be a good thing to use Brittany as a surrogate… tried to extol all the benefits of using her…. But for some reason all I can think about is the two of them fucking. I can't even imagine how it would play out. I'm not even sure Blaine would be able to get it up." He said in hushed tones.

"Britt would have a gay ol'time. But I definitely don't want her to. The only dicks that are allowed anywhere near her, are mine and made of rubber and plastic." Santana told him, and Kurt rolled his eyes.

"More information about your sex life than I ever needed to know, Satan." He grins but it's without any emotion behind it. At this point, he'd rather listen to Santana talk endlessly about her and Britt's sex life, than to go along with the idea of his husband, and her wife having sex.

"You love it Porcelain, and you know it."

"What I would love, is to be able to make this decision between me and Blaine…. And not have had the huge debacle from last night." He groans.

"But we did have the huge debacle from last night, so what are we going to do?" Santana said and then bit her lip. "So we have a few different options… They all focus on whether or not Britt's going to do this for you guys." She says diplomatically. "I guess that's the first thing… Blaine and Britt are for it…. Are we?"

Kurt shrugged and shook his head. He had no idea if he was up for it at all. He wanted to have a baby with Blaine, but he didn't like the idea of Brittany having sex with his husband.

"If it wasn't for the whole conceive naturally thing I probably wouldn't have a problem with it." he told her.

"Same."

"So what do we do know?"

"I think they're going to have to have sex." He said resigned.

"What?!" She yelled causing quite a few people to look their way. Kurt glared at her and told her to keep her voice down.

"They want to do this Santana. Nothing we say is going to stop their quest to bring a baby into this world now that the idea is in both of their heads."

"So we're just supposed to go along with it? Let them go off into a room and fuck while we sit in the living room trying not to think about it?"

"Of course not. We're not going to just let them fuck without us being there." Kurt says as if it's the most obvious answer in the world. Santana on the other hand looked mildly impressed.

"Kurt Hummel, who knew you had a voyeuristic streak in you?" She said wiggling her eyebrows which caused Kurt to groan.

"I have no desire to watch my husband sleep with anyone else, but if we're going to do this, they're not doing it in secret."

"So we what? Watch them have sex, and leave after it's done as if nothing happened?" Kurt shrugged.

"Do you have a better idea?" He wondered and she sighed and shook her head.

"No, but that doesn't mean I have to like this plan."

"I don't like it either, but it's either this... or have them both angry at us, and Blaine and I still having to search for other ways to have kids."

They both left the coffeehouse soon after they came to the conclusion that their spouses were going to fuck. But they both agreed that they all have to sit down and hammer out the details of the situation and their pregnancy. Blaine would be back from his trip by Thursday morning, so they decided that they'd all get together at Kurt and Blaine's once again to decide upon specifics, and to let all parties know the only way Kurt and Santana would agree to the proposed affair.