Chapter 9
Blaine pulled Kurt into the bedroom and closed the door.
"ANDERSONS, YOU WILL NOT HAVE SEX AGAIN WHILE WE WATCH THESE FREAKING DOGS," Santana screamed through the door.
"We're not, we're not," Blaine called, rounding on Kurt. "I have an idea."
Kurt cocked an eyebrow, "We're going to have a quickie? Because I'm totally up for it."
Blaine fought the urge to grab Kurt, "No. I think I found our surrogate."
Kurt laughed, "From that list of girls? No. None of them are good enough."
"You're awfully picky when looking for some girl who is giving us a womb, an egg, and probably getting stretch marks." Blaine bent down and pulled Abu towards him, cuddling into his fur, "I think we should ask Hayden."
Kurt stopped, "That's..a lot to ask of our friend," his eyes started searching Blaine's, trying to figure out if asking Hayden and her saying no would ruin the friendship, "Do you think she would?"
Blaine shrugged, "She always wanted us to have a baby. Maybe we could get another surrogate if she doesn't want to. But I want her to give us the egg."
"Why?"
Blaine turned red and looked down at his feet, "Well...she looks like you. And she has your eyes. And I really want a baby that has your eyes."
Kurt felt himself melt at Blaine's words. Because, it he was telling the truth, he wanted this children to at least look a little like him. That's why none of the girls in the computers fit for him. He had been looking for a girl who could give him a baby that at least somewhat resembled him.
"Do you think she will?" Kurt asked quietly, already feeling his heart become set on the idea.
"Like I said, I think she would, we just have to ask," Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand, "Can we do it now…because the sooner the better…right?"
Kurt took a deep breath and tightened his hand into Blaine's, "Yes. Let's make them coffee."
Blaine and Kurt walked into the living room and looked at Santana and Hayden who were curled together on the couch. Santana's fingers ran through Hayden's hair and she glared when she saw them, "Are you done?"
Blaine motioned towards the kitchen, ignoring her, "Do you both want coffee?"
Hayden sat up, sensing something was wrong with Blaine, "Sure. Are you okay?" She put her hand onto Blaine's shoulder and feels him shaking, "Blaine?"
"Just…go sit in the kitchen, I'll make coffee." Blaine and Kurt disappeared and Kurt grabbed onto Blaine, "Kurt, we can't do this."
Kurt looked down into Blaine's eyes and leaned in quickly to kiss him, "We can. If she says no, then she says no. We'll move onto other options."
Kurt nodded and carried the coffee into the dining room, and he settled into his chair.
Hayden and Santana sat across from Kurt and Blaine, and the two groups had a staring contest.
"What's going on guys?" Hayden asked cautiously, "I know something is up."
Blaine grabbed Hayden's hand, "Hayden, today we talked to the woman and they are representing us in our search for the baby. We started looking for a surrogate," Blaine paused, "But we didn't find one we liked. And then we came home and something clicked…"
Hayden looked around, "What?"
Santana looked like she could kill.
"Hayden…would you consider being our surrogate?" Blaine held his breath and pursed his lips. Kurt, who was speechless the entire time but clutched Blaine's hand, "Please?"
Hayden choked on her coffee, "Uhm. I mean, can I think about it?" She looked around the room quickly, "I mean, I'm flattered. But I need time to think."
Santana stood up and grabbed her hand, "Let's go, Hayden." Even though she said it calmly, Kurt could see the pain in her eyes.
"Santana?" he asked quietly, "Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not. You both think you can just ask Hayden to do that for you?" Santana tried to pull Hayden up, but Hayden stayed seated, looking at Blaine.
Kurt could see that Hayden was going to say yes.
Santana walked towards the door and Kurt grabbed her hand, "Santana, what's wrong?"
Santana whirled around and looked at one of her oldest friends, "Why didn't you ask me?" She asked in a small voice.
"What?"
"Me, you've known me longer. Why didn't you ask me if I would have your baby?" Santana had tears flowing freely down her face at this point, "I would have said yes without asking any questions."
Kurt stopped, Santana hadn't even crossed his mind. Somehow he thought telling Santana that would hurt her even more. "Santana…It's just…Hayden's eyes."
"Her eyes?" Santana calmed down a little but her eyes now held a fire, "Do you not like my eyes?"
"You have gorgeous eyes, Santana. But Hayden has blue eyes that look like mine…" Kurt started, shrugging.
"And you want a baby with eyes that look like you, so you both appear to be in the baby," Santana reasoned, nodding. "I guess it makes sense."
"I'm sorry, Santana. I didn't realize it would hurt your feelings that much." Kurt hugged her, "Can you just try to talk to her so that it can happen?"
Hayden walked through quietly and gripped Santana's hand, "Kurt…I'll call you tonight, okay?"
Kurt nodded, "Look, if you really don't want to do it, you don't have to."
Hayden smiled softly, "I do. I really do want to do it. But you just have to give me time to think if I want to do it right now."
"No pressure," Kurt kissed her temple, "But just let us know, okay?"
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and nuzzled into his hair, "Do you think she'll say yes?"
"I do," Kurt said, turning in Blaine's grasp and pressing a kiss into his lips, "We just need to let her think about it."
"Hmm, okay," Blaine murmured, pressing Kurt against the wall and leaning into him further, "So do you have any plans for the rest of the night?"
Kurt shook his head into the kiss, "None. None at all."
"Good," Blaine whispered and deepened the kiss.
Suddenly their house phone rang loudly and Kurt groaned, slamming his head back into the wall, "Can we let this go to voicemail?"
"No," Blaine grabbed the phone, "Just in case it's Hayden." He handed the phone to Kurt, "Do it, I can't."
"Hello?" Kurt forgot to look at the voicemail.
"Kurt! I need you to come show me pictures of those puppies so I can tell you which one I want," Rachel's voice yelled through the phone.
"Rachel, does it have to be right now?" Kurt felt Blaine's lips playing on his neck now that he knew it wasn't Hayden.
"Yes! I'm at the show production and I can show you around the stage and everything!"
"How are you doing the show pregnant?" Kurt asked, kneading his fingers into Blaine's hair.
"I'm making it work," Rachel quickly talked to someone at the theater, "Though our costumes are hideous. So can you come down and show me pictures?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'll be there in like twenty minutes," Kurt pushed Blaine away. Blaine whimpered and looked like a wounded puppy. Kurt hung up the phone and smiled sadly at Blaine, "Rachel wants me to bring her pictures of the puppies. When I'm back, will your mood still be there?"
Blaine thought for a moment, "Probably."
"Good, I'll see you soon," Kurt grabbed their digital camera off the counter and quickly made his way to the theater, he wanted to get this done as quickly as possible.
"Rachel!" Kurt walked down the middle aisle of O'Neill theater. "That's an interesting outfit," he commented, eyeing the patched dress.
"Oh god, isn't it terrible? They just fired our costume designer," She grabbed the camera and started flipping through the pictures.
Kurt appraised the tiny girl, her baby bump was prevalent in the sack dress and she looked exhausted. "So what are they doing for a costume designer now?"
"I have no idea, I'm hoping they can find someone who can work with this," she motioned and clicked through more photos.
Kurt knelt and looked at the dress, "Well they really should get the right period for the dress. This is definitely the forties, not the twenties."
"Hmm?"
"Well the hemline would be higher actually for your character. Plus the patches look far too professionally done. They need to be rough and ugly," Kurt shrugged, "Just my opinion."
"And what a good opinion it was," a booming voice said.
"Mr. Frank!" Rachel squeaked, "What are you doing here?" Mr. Frank was the director of the show, but he was supposed to have the day off.
"I heard they fired my costume designer. Is this who they hired to replace him without my permission again?" Mr. Frank appraised Kurt.
'No, no. He's my friend. He's giving me a puppy!" she held out the camera, but the man ignored it.
"Do you know how to make clothes, son? Your opinions on her dress showed me that you know more about clothes than the other guy did."
"I do, I actually have a clothing line I'm working on," Kurt said thoughtfully.
"Is he any good?" The man grunted towards Rachel.
"He is!"
M r. Frank looked like he was debating something in his head, "Why the hell not. I don't have time to look for a costume designer. Do you want to work for this show?"
Rachel's jaw dropped, "But he doesn't have experience!"
"And the star of my show is pregnant. He seems to know what he's talking about and you said he can design," Mr. Frank eyed Kurt, "What do you say?"
"Yes!" Kurt said without thinking, "Yes, I will do it!"
"Good, come back here and tell me what you make of these costumes." Mr. Frank took Kurt backstage and Kurt signed his contract. He'd have a lot to do over the next few weeks.
"I'm so proud of you, baby!" Blaine bellowed when Kurt walked in. He hadn't been able to wait until he got home, so Kurt called him on the walk back.
"It's crazy! Right time, right place I guess. But I have so much work to do," Kurt threw down the dress bags he was holding, "But it's Broadway. I always said I'd get on Broadway somehow."
"Thank god your classes only have a few days left," Blaine kissed Kurt's neck, "Now can we have our evening?"
"No! I have to sew," Kurt pulled away, "But I love you and I wish I could."
Blaine laughed, "It's fine, I have some logistics stuff to go over anyway," Blaine settled back down onto the couch and picked up his laptop.
"It is Saturday night and we are doing work. How pathetic are we?" Kurt laughed, pulling seams out of dressed and attempting to fix crooked hems. Seriously, whom had they hired before?
Both boys worked in silence for a while before the phone rang and they both stopped dead. Blaine reached out a shaking hand and picked up the phone, "Hello?"
"Blaine, it's me. I mean…it's Hayden. I just wanted to let you know that I thought about what you guys want and what would be best for me and I just…I think if we want to do this…we need to do it like…soon." Hayden finally let herself breath, "I mean, I don't know if you guys want to do it this soon but yeah…"
"Thank you, Hayden," Blaine breathed out, "Thank you thank you thank you. Oh my god we love you so much."
Hayden let out a nervous giggle. "What does this entail?"
"I don't actually know…we'll set up an appointment as soon as possible where they'll tell us everything." Blaine gripped Kurt's hand as tears fell silently down his face.
"Okay, I'm going to go spend some time with Santana. She says she wants to be able to touch me before I turn into a beach ball," Hayden laughed.
"Thank you, and enjoy. We love you." Blaine hung up the phone and fell into Kurt's arms. "Oh my god, Kurt, this is happening." He finally released the torrent of tears he had before cuddling into Kurt's lap.
Wednesday
"I don't know if I can do this," Hayden looked green as they sat in the doctor's office. Apparently the first step to getting the agency to sign off on Hayden was getting a prenatal physical with a woman who specialized in such things. She looked tiny in her paper dress and even smaller when she realized that Kurt, Blaine, and Santana all were sitting with her. Blaine in particular was eyeing the stirrups with trepidation.
She felt about five. Not to mention she was at an OB/GYN for the first time and she wasn't used to having an audience.
"You can, Hayden," Blaine took her hand and kissed it, "We can't stress how much this means to us."
"I know, and I know it will be worth it," Hayden breathed, "But I just hate doctors."
On cue, the doctor strode in, "Hello, I'm Dr. Watson, and I figure you are Hayden," she pointed to Hayden, "And you are the couple looking to use her as a surrogate, and you are?" she points to Santana.
"Her partner," Santana smiled at the woman.
"I see, well then I have some routine questions to ask you, Hayden," Dr. Watson started checking all of Hayden's vitals. "Who is the gynecologist you normally visit?"
"Dr. White," Hayden answered.
"He's a good man," Dr. Watson answered, "And are you sexually active?"
"She is," Santana raised her hand, "But only with me."
Dr. Watson smiled at Santana, and Kurt thought he saw her choke back a laugh, "Okay. Is your period regular?"
"Do we have to ask these questions in front of them?" Hayden pointed towards Kurt and Blaine.
"Honey, they are going to see you deliver a baby, so you might as well not have any secrets," Dr. Watson winked at the boys. "Anyway, when do you have your period?" The questions continued to get more and more personal as the interview went.
"Do you have any history of troubled births in your family? Any cousins, aunts, or your mother has emergency c-sections, multiple births, stillbirths, or anything similar?" The doctor asked.
Hayden froze. "I don't..I don't know. My mother died and she didn't keep in contact with the rest of her family."
The doctor frowned, "Well, you seem to be in excellent health so now I'll just do the exam to make sure everything is okay. If you could put your feet in the stirrups for me."
"Can you two leave?" Hayden asked frantically, pointing at Kurt and Blaine. "Please?"
Blaine nearly jumped out of his seat, "Yes. Yes we can. We were just going. We'll meet you at the Starbucks down the street."
Kurt ran after Blaine, "Are you that terrified of a vagina?"
"No! It's just that would be really awkward," But Blaine's ears were tinged pink.
Forty minutes later Hayden walked out of the OB/GYN with a folder to bring to the agency.
Blaine and Kurt bought both girls lunch before they made their way to the agency for their appointment to sign contracts.
Patricia led the group towards her office, "I have to say I'm glad you boys found someone close to you both to do this. It makes it so much more personal this way."
Santana was the first one in the office and she picked the seat right on the end and pulled Hayden in with her. Both Kurt and Blaine knew they should be annoyed, but were actually glad she was there supporting her girlfriend.
"Now, Hayden, you are aware that you will have to sign over all parental rights to the baby, correct?" Patricia eyed the woman, she wanted her to realize that giving up the baby would be hard to do.
"Of course," Hayden nodded.
"And that it may be difficult for you to do so?"
Hayden smiled and laughed a little, "It won't be. I'm not at the place in my life to have an actually baby right now. Someday, yes. Today? No. Plus, I wouldn't do that to these two."
"Good, good. Okay, I'm going to explain the procedure to you all so that you know what exactly will go on." Patricia pulled out a giant notebook. "So basically what will happen is now we know when Hayden is ovulating. If we plan it right, we only have to do the procedure once. Blaine will provide us with a sperm sample. The first time, we try not to do anything to the sperm because it is healthier for the baby and the mother. If it doesn't work then we go through and select the best sperm. Now, Blaine you can't ejaculate in the week preceding the procedure."
"He's going to die," Santana snorted.
Kurt went to say something snippy to Santana, but saw that Blaine was quite pale.
Patricia acted as if she hadn't heard anything, "And then we'll implant the catheter into Hayden where the sperm will eventually leave from and hopefully impregnate her. We'll give Hayden some fertility drugs so that she has a greater chance of getting pregnant."
Kurt shifted in his seat, "Do you have any other procedure?"
Blaine looked at Kurt oddly, as did Hayden, Santana, and Patricia.
"I mean that just seems sort of clinical and without any love…I thought maybe if Hayden did this we'd be able to bring the baby into the world with a more personal touch." Kurt reasoned, he really didn't like the idea of something being implanted into Hayden.
Patricia shook her head, "That's what we have, Mr. Anderson. At least it isn't a turkey baster."
Santana laughed loudly, "I mean you could always have Blaine and Hayden just have sex."
Blaine coughed loudly.
Kurt raised an eyebrow, "Is that possible?"
"That is called swinging," Patricia laughed, "But we've actually had it happen before."
"So it's a possibility?" Kurt leaned forward.
"No, it isn't," Santana looked like she could kick herself for making the suggestion.
Blaine and Hayden just paled and looked at each other.
"Would it be a onetime thing? Would she still get fertility pills and things like that?" Kurt leaned even closer.
"It's not happening!" Santana screeched. "He's not having sex with her."
"W-we could," Hayden said quietly, "I mean. It does seem really cold to do it that way, right?" She looked at Patricia for help.
"Whatever makes all of you feel comfortable."
"Well, I'm not comfortable with that," Santana chimed in again.
"How much of a chance would I have to get pregnant the first time?" Hayden asked, she leaned forward with Kurt.
"We don't usually deal with this sort of thing. I've only dealt with it once before…"
"Please," Kurt pleaded, "I want it to be this way, as does Hayden, and Blaine…" he trailed off and looked at his husband, "Baby?"
Blaine nodded, "I mean. I know it's weird but it just feels so much better than putting it in a cup, you know? Plus it's a life experience I never thought I'd have."
"Well then we'll put an ovulation monitor on Hayden and you two will have to get into contact as soon as it rings…" Patricia packed her notebook away, "And you still have time to change your minds."
"You are all crazy," Santana huffed.
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