Author's Note: Told you I wouldn't take forever for the next chapter! :P Hope you all enjoy it. Tell me what you think so far, and what you want for our lovely couples. Some requests may be written into the future of the story. :)

Back in the dining room however, Santana and Brittany were discussing Santana's revelation. Brittany couldn't believe what had come out of her wife's mouth, especially without discussing it with her first. "Why didn't you tell me about any of this San? We're supposed to be married. You're supposed to talk to me about these things; not just spring them on me at dinner!"

"I was having trouble figuring out what I wanted myself, how was I supposed to explain it to you?"

"Oh, I don't know say 'Brittany, I want to keep my babies, and not give them up to Kurt and Blaine, what do you think about that?'" Brittany drawled, and Santana shook her head; Brittany didn't understand. She couldn't understand. Brittany's situation was different to Santana's.

"You don't understand. You've known going into this whole thing that you were going to give the baby up, but me? They're my children... I can't just be their aunt Santana for the rest of my life." She reiterates.

"You still should have talked to me about it. You think I don't know what you're feeling?" Brittany asked, hurt at Santana's presumption.

"You want to keep yours?" Brittany gave her an aggravated look that really said it all.

"Of course I do, San. But I know I can't. It's their baby, not mine. We'll have our own baby someday, but that day isn't now. Look where we are, Santana. We can't even afford to keep our own roof over our heads, how are we going to raise a child, let alone two?" She argues and Santana sighed, knowing that her wife was right.

"Doesn't it kill you though? Knowing that you'll never be his mom?"

"Yes, but it also kills me more knowing that we'd never be able to give him what he needs. He would suffer if he lived with us as moms, because we're not... we can't afford kids right now, San. We'd love him to death, but he wouldn't be able to have the same things that he would if he were theirs."

"I'm not saying that Kurt and Blaine can't be in their lives... I'm not saying that they can't raise the babies." She whispered. "I'm saying that I want to be their mom. I want to be their mom, I want to be there when they come home from the hospital, I want to be able to see them whenever I want, I want to be their parents." She tried to make Brittany see. She wanted to be their mother more than anything, wanted to be the person her daughter came to when she got her period and when she needed to buy her first bra. She wanted to be there for her children's first steps and their first words. The first time they have a bath, and the first time they go to school. She doesn't want to just come over once or twice a month and pretend that she's not watching her own children grow up before her eyes. "I want my children to be mine… even if they are theirs too."

"So you get to be your children's mom, and I get to be the Aunt to all of them?" Brittany asked feeling hurt herself, before putting her napkin on her plate and getting up from her chair. "That's great, that's just..." She couldn't even finish what she was saying. She couldn't stand to be in the same room as her wife right now after the bomb that had been unleashed. She needed air, and she quickly made her way outside onto the small patio that overlooks the alley and the next building.

Santana was the only one sitting in the dining room when Blaine came back out to salvage what was left of his dinner. Kurt had been too upset and stayed in their bedroom to sob and cry himself to sleep. Blaine had asked if he wanted company, but Kurt had just wanted to be alone. When he saw that Santana was sitting alone, he knew that he and Kurt weren't the only ones to be arguing over what had happened that night.

"I'm not mad... I'm confused and incredibly annoyed that you sprung this on us like this, but could you just tell me when the change occurred?" He said sitting down across from Santana at the table. "A few weeks ago you were all ready to give us the kid, and now what? Now that you know there is two of them, you can't give them up?" Santana gave a half-shrug, but nodded all the same.

"It's more than that. Ever since we found out the sexes... all I can think about is what I'd miss... their first laugh... their first smile. The first time they lift their head up on their own. The first time they manage to climb out of their own crib, or cry so much it keeps me awake all night. I want that. I want to be there for my daughter as she grows up. I want them to have a mom...and I want to be their mom."

"So you think Kurt and I couldn't be good parents to a little girl?" Blaine asked, trying to keep his anger in check until he knows what she's trying to say. There have been so many blow ups and arguments over the past few weeks somebody has to maintain a level head.

"No!" She said quickly. "Absolutely not. You two would be amazing with a little girl but... I want her to have her mom in her life. I want them... both of them; both of my children to have their mom in their life. Would you be able to father a child for me and Britt, and not want to be their father?"

Blaine took a deep breath. He hadn't ever thought about it like that. Had never thought about what it was like from Brittany or Santana's perspective. All he saw was that he was getting children out of the deal; he didn't realize that they were losing children as well. He shook his head. "I don't think I could."

"I didn't ask for this." She said, tears welling in her eyes. "I can't just give them up and act as if they're not mine." She said. "I can't. There's no way I can do that."

"And Brittany?" Blaine whispered softly.

"We haven't really spoken about it." She lies. She couldn't reveal what Brittany had told her just a few minutes ago. She couldn't tell them that Brittany wanted to keep her child as well. "But I think you might want to talk to her... she's out on patio" Santana looked down at her food.

"We'll figure this out. I promise." Blaine says, before getting up from the table, and following the same route that Brittany had taken not 20 minutes prior.

When he got there, he found her sitting on one of the chairs they keep out there, sobbing into her shirt sleeve. The window had remained open and he could hear her cries as he approached and it broke his heart. Clearly, she did have some reservations about their whole situation.

He climbed out the window and sat down on the chair next to her. She had quickly tried to hide that she was crying when she noticed him coming out the window, but it didn't work.

"Britt, is everything okay?" He asked, and she shrugged.

"My baby is going to be raised without me, and my wife wants to keep hers. Everything is great." She says sarcastically, and this shocked Blaine, because Brittany was never one to use intentional sarcasm. She always had a wit about her that many took for sarcasm, but it never was, because she always believed whatever she was saying, but this; this was pure sarcasm, and it took him by surprise.

"What's wrong, Britt?"

"Santana can choose to keep her babies. I can't." She lets out a sob as she says it, unable to keep it back. Her arms instinctively wrap around her belly. She had begun to show a few weeks ago, and now there was a small bulge in her abdomen. She would wrap her arms around it whenever she felt the need to center herself, though she knew that doing so would make it harder to let him go after the birth.

"You're the one who wanted to do this for us, Brittany." Blaine said sadly. "We'd have never gone through with this, if we knew you'd end up feeling like this." He gulped, not liking that one of his best friends was feeling so horribly.

"I didn't know I would. I want to be his mom." She tells him, but doesn't let him interrupt before she continues. "But I was okay with letting you and Kurt have him... until tonight. When Santana made her decision... without talking to me. Without talking to you guys... without anything."

"What do you want Britt?" He wanted to fix things. He wanted to know what he could do to make their happy little family happy again.

"I want to be his mother. I don't want to be his aunt. I don't want to just be there sometimes. I want to be there all the time."

"I don't know if that's possible, Britt. To be there all of the time." He whispered, but he took her hands in his and held them together. "But we'll figure this out." He whispered. "I won't let you miss anything."