Rachel leaned back on the living room couch as Aiden took off down the hallway in alarm. Carole stepped out of the kitchen and Aiden grabbed her leg. "Gwandma! I think Mommy barfed up the baby!"

"What?"

"I'm fine," Rachel moaned. "I've just been having horrible morning sickness."

"I'll get you some water, Rachel, you just relax."

"Mommy, wanna pway Candywand wif me?"

"Mommy needs to rest, sweetie. Why don't you go ask Grandpa to play with you?"

"Okay." Aiden darted up the stairs.

Rachel sat back and turned on the TV as Carole brought her a glass of water and some crackers. "Do you need anything else?"

"Not right now, but thank you," Rachel assured her. With the exception of Finn, everyone in the family was being ten times more attentive to her than they'd been during her first two pregnancies. When she'd called Kurt that morning to tell him she didn't feel up to rehearsal, he had responded with "No problem, are you okay?" faster than she'd been able to get the words out of her mouth. Burt hadn't complained for an instant when Rachel had asked him to take Lily and Ariana to school that morning. Even the children seemed more obedient.

"Hey, you okay now?"

Rachel smiled at Finn poking his head out of his den to check on her. "I'm okay. Just gonna rest for awhile now and in awhile I'll try and eat something."

On the TV, a music video came on and as the melody played, the words, "Death And Hell: A Sunshine Original" appeared at the bottom. Sunshine appeared rocking on a porch swing inside a dimly lit room. In a wobbly voice, she began to sing,

"If you live
A hundred years
I hope I live ninety nine
And a half
So that when you die
I will be waiting
To lead you across
The abyss of death
Where we will spend
An eternity
Living in the shadows of hell
Living in the shadows of hell…"

"Oh dear god," mumbled Rachel. "Does she think that sounds good? She used to sound almost as good as me!"

"And if you are good to me
I hope you are good to me
Then we will make love
In those shadows forever
But if you're not good to me
Please darling be good to me
All it's gonna take
Is just one…
One…
Little…
Push
Out of the shadows
And then you'll be in hell
Forever I'll rejoyce
While watching you burn
I'll rejoice
While watching your skin peel off
I'll rejoice
While watching your eyes fall off…"

"This girl is a living trainwreck," said Finn as Rachel shut off the TV.

Just then, the doorbell rang. As Finn walked over to answer it, Rachel grabbed her laptop from the coffee table. While she was reading through a rather lengthy email from her Dads about how long it had been since she'd seen them, she got a Skype call from Brittany.

"Hi, Rachel, it's Brittany."

"I can see that."

"I really need your advice. Santana is four months pregnant with our child, and he or she still doesn't have a name. I can't decide whether I should name it Unicorn or Leprechaun. I like Leprechaun better, but I'm afraid that if I pick that name the baby might think it's Irish."

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Finn nearly froze with shock when he saw a long-haired pregnant brunette woman standing at his front door. It took seconds for him to remember who she was and wonder what she was doing there.

"Finn Hudson! So good to see you again!" she squealed as she threw her arms around Finn.

"You too, Sarah!" he said through a broad fake smile. "What brings you to New York?"

"Oh, family business and the like."

A car horn honked. Finn looked over Sarah's shoulder and saw Burt coming up the porch steps and Sarah's husband sitting in the driver's seat of a packed minivan.

"Mommy, hurry up! I wanna see the Empire State Building!"

"Just a minute, honey lamb! Mama's gotta have a word with Mr. Finny first. And please stop throwing fruit loops at your sissy!"

"Do we have company?" asked Burt, surprised.

"Burt, you remember Sarah Williams," said Finn politely. "Quinn's older sister. Sarah, this is my stepfather."

Sarah shook Burt's hand warmly. "Anyplace we can catch up for a quick second?"

"Um…out here on the porch, I guess," Finn stammered. Burt took his cue and went inside.

The minute Burt was out of earshot, Sarah plastered a huge smile on her face and said, "Now what the hell is this I hear about you letting that pretty little wife of yours get pregnant with a gay baby?"

"We agreed for Rachel to be the surrogate mother for my brother and his husband, yes."

Sarah narrowed her eyes. "I know. My husband and I, we go to Blaine's mama's church. Or at least the church she used to go to until she announced your wife's pregnancy so damn proudly. We couldn't believe she felt so alright about it. That got me to wondering how you felt about it, being the husband of the adulterator and all."

"Um…okay, first of all, Rachel didn't have sex with Blaine."

"It's Kurt's then?" Sarah responded dully.

"Or Kurt. It was done medically."

"That don't make it any less unholy!" Sarah snapped, clearly having to put in effort not to raise her voice loud enough for the people inside to hear. "Do you even care about what you're exposing your children to here? I mean, I know your little ones may not even remember this in a coupla years, but think of what you're putting my niece through, teaching her that it's perfectly acceptable for two men to love each other and want a family."

Finn's jaw tightened. He had thought a lot of negative things about this whole plan towards the beginning, but unholy had certainly never crossed his mind.

"I know exactly what I'm exposing Lily to," Finn said finally. "And thank you for your concern, but it's really none of your business."

Sarah burst into tears. Finn just kind of stood there awkwardly.

"My poor baby sister," Sarah whimpered. "She must be spinning in her grave. She may not have been quite as beautiful to the lord as the rest of us were, but she never would have wanted this."

"Actually," Finn smiled, "Quinn was the first one to let Kurt and Blaine babysit for Lily. This is exactly what she would have wanted. Thank you for stopping by, Sarah."

Sarah walked away whimpering, Finn smiling contentedly to himself. He glanced over at Rachel, who was now on skype with Santana complaining about morning sickness and how stupid the term for it was considering it lasted all day. Any remaining objections Finn had to Rachel being Kurt and Blaine's surrogate were now gone. It was funny. Out of all the people who'd tried to talk him into agreeing to this plan, the one who'd succeeded most easily had been the one trying to talk him out of it.

"Quinn's sister is in town?" Rachel whispered in surprise. "And you just had her leave?"

"What do you expect? She's hates the fact that Kurt and Blaine are having a baby and you're carrying it and she's here with her husband who I never like and her five and a half bratty kids. I wasn't going to invite them in or anything."

"You should invite them over to dinner," Rachel insisted. "It's not often that Lily gets to see anyone from Quinn's family, especially since Mr. Fabray passed away and Judy started going on all those retirement cruises."

"Are you sure?" Finn whispered back. "You can't cook, and I don't want to ask Mom to make enough food for all those people."

"Of course I can cook. I'm pregnant, not comatose. Besides, this is New York, we could order in."

"Alright, fine," Finn agreed reluctantly. "But if anything goes wrong, I'll ask them to leave early."

"Deal," said Rachel. "Hey, by the way, did you know that Lily has a boyfriend?"

Finn smiled. "Yeah. Kurt told me."

"You sure you're okay with that?" asked Rachel.

"Of course. She's only eleven. She still thinks that going all the way means letting a boy kiss you on the mouth instead of the cheek."

The following night, Finn and Burt both helped Carole warm up the food in their suits while Rachel wrestled the three children into the nicest outfits they had that she was prepared to let them eat in.

"Mommy, if I have to wear a dress, can I at least wear my Cinderella dress?" whined Ariana.

"No, honey. Your Cinderella dress isn't a real dress, it's a costume."

Ariana stuck out her lip. "Real dresses come with tights. Tights are annoying."

"Rachel, I'm ready!" Rachel glanced up when Lily eagerly burst into Ariana and Aiden's room wearing an elegant pink blouse and short blue skirt that cut about six inches above the eleven-year-old's knees.

"Lily, you need to change into something longer," said Rachel as she picked up Aiden and pulled a shirt over his head.

Lily's gaze hardened. "You and Daddy always let me wear this!"

"Not in front of your Christian Aunt Sarah."

Lily grudgingly left to go change. Once all three kids were dressed, they went downstairs to greet the Williams family, who were crowding the front entrance. Sarah Frances Fabray Williams was the first in the door, one hand resting on her pregnant stomach and the other securing her youngest child on her hip.

After Sarah had released Lily from the giant hug she was giving her, she looked down at Ariana and Aiden and squealed. "Are these your little brother and sister? They're so darn cute! How old are they?"

"Ariana's three and Aiden's two," Lily explained.

"Two and a half," Aiden stubbornly clarified.

"You're just a little older than Johnny here," Sarah patted the youngest boy's head.

"How many kids do you have?" asked Ariana.

"Almost six," Sarah declared proudly. "This is Matthew, Mark, Eve, Luke, Johnny, and the new baby is Mary Quinn."

Lily smiled at the mention of her mother's name and cautiously patted her aunt's baby bump.

"We thought we'd have dinner in the backyard," Rachel offered. "Everything's set up out there."

Before the finished her sentence, Jed, Sarah, and the eight kids were all outside. Finn sighed and followed them out while Rachel helped Burt and Carole get the food together. When she got back outside, Lily was pushing the four youngest children on the swingset while her three oldest cousins ran around tearing up the lawn.

"Not too close to the pool!" Rachel called out. The kids ignored her and kept running. She and Finn glanced at each other and sighed. This was going to be a long evening.

Rachel checked her watch as she took a bite of mashed potatoes. Dinner had started only fifteen minutes ago, and there'd already been enough drama that it felt like they'd been sitting there for an hour. Sarah had bribed her kids with promises of TV later to keep them from throwing any more food at each other, but one food fight was all it had taken to send Aiden clinging to his mother's side for the whole meal. Ariana, on the other hand, was embracing the chaos. A little too much.

"Ariana Christine Hudson, if you stick your tongue out one more time without swallowing your food, you're not getting any dessert," Rachel scolded.

Ariana glared. "I do it at preschool all the time."

"Well, this isn't preschool. And by the way, if I catch you throwing peas at your sister's cousins again, you aren't getting dessert or playtime before bed." Preschool was causing Ariana to behave rougher in general lately, which was starting to make Finn and Rachel question the quality of the institution.

"Hey, Finn," Sarah poked Finn in the side. "Why don't you tell your son to man up? His sister is being more social than he is."

"He's only two and a half," Finn insisted. "It's fine."

"Yeah," Burt interjected. "Kurt was the same way at that age. He never liked crowds until he started performing onstage."

Sarah's husband, who hadn't said a word up until that point, suddenly looked up. "Who's Kurt?"

Sarah tightened her lips. "He's Finn's stepbrother," she whispered.

"Finn's gay stepbrother?" Jed clarified. "You know…" Jed leaned around his wife to look at Burt. "There's a pastor I know who says he has a cure for that."

"Jed, don't," hissed Sarah. "It's not going to work." Jed relented and backed down and continued eating. Meanwhile Burt glared at the other man for a full sixty seconds before looking away.

Another fifteen minutes passed. Most of the older kids were done eating and had gone off to play except Lily, who was chatting with Sarah. Carole and Rachel had gone inside to clean up with Aiden in tow, Finn was keeping an eye on the kids, and Burt and Jed were having a forced amicable conversation about cars.

"Lily, no texting at the table," said Finn.

"Oh, ain't texting," Sarah assured him. "She's just showing me some pictures of her friends at school. Who's that kid?"

Lily blushed. "My boyfriend." Sarah's eyes widened.

"Finn!" she yelled, snatching the phone out of Lily's hand. "Look at this!"

"It's fine. I know about…"

At that moment, Burt stood up so fast the chair fell over and yelled, "Okay, that does it, I don't know who the hell you think you are to come to my house and tell me whether or not you think…"

"You think it's fine that you're letting my eleven-year-old niece date? Do you want her to become just like her mother?"

Jed raised his voice and stood up. "I don't know how conservative you think you are, but you clearly haven't read what the bible has to say about your son's lifestyle."

Finn raised his voice. "Everyone. Stop." Jed, Sarah, and Burt all turned to look at him. By now the kids had gathered around to see what was going on. Finn sighed. "Drizzle, Rainbow, go to your rooms."

"What did we do?" asked Lily.

"I didn't say you did anything wrong. I just told you to go to your rooms." The girls walked off quietly. Finn turned back to Sarah. "I appreciate you and your family taking your time to have dinner with us, but I think this…gathering…is over. Burt, will you come in and help me with something?"

"Sure." Burt took a few steps after Finn towards the house. Then he turned back to face Jed. "But just so you know…"

Finn put his hand on Burt's arm. "Blood pressure, Burt." Burt walked into the kitchen to explain to the women what was going on while Finn ushered Jed and Sarah and the kids to the front door.

"Finn, wait," said Sarah. She paused and gestured for her family to go outside and get in the rental van. "Can I say goodbye to Lily? Please?" Finn didn't say anything. "I promise you I won't say anything about Kurt, or her boyfriend, or anything you don't agree with. I just want to see my niece before I go."

After a few moments, Finn responded. "Make it quick."

"Lily? It's Sarah. Can I come in?"

Sarah waited a moment before her young niece finally came to the door and opened it.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. For all the fuss. I'm sure you're old enough to understand that your mother's side of the family has very…different values than your father's side. But that don't mean I have the right to go around tellin your father how to raise you." Lily nodded solemnly. Sarah glanced around Lily's room. "What are you up to? Is that your mother's old yearbook?"

"It was my dad's," said Lily somewhat flatly. She went over to her bed, flipped the pages to the back of the book, and showed Sarah Quinn's memorial page.

"I don't think I ever saw this before," Sarah sat down on the bed next to Lily and gazed at the pictures of Quinn bordering the page. "Everyone thought you looked just like your Mama when you were a baby. You still do. Minus the hair and your funny little smile." Lily giggled.

"What was my mother like before she met Daddy?" asked Lily.

Sarah hesitated. "To tell you for the truth, he changed her for the better. You know she was a cheerleader before you, right?" Lily nodded. "There were times when she could be a real classic mean cheerleader. Perfect hair, perfect makeup, perfect attitude if you know what I mean. But I guess it was understandable. She wasn't very popular in middle school, and I guess she didn't want to go making the same mistake again."

"So that's all she was before she met Daddy? A mean cheerleader?" Lily didn't like the sound of that.

"Only because she felt like she had to be." Sarah squeezed Lily's shoulder. "She was also president of the celibacy club. Did a pretty good job with it too, I think. Well, until the beginning of October when she had her little incident in our hot tub with your Daddy." Lily froze when Sarah clamped a hand over her mouth. Both looked away in embarrassment. "Honey, pretend I didn't just say that," mumbled Sarah.

Lily blushed. Then she flipped through the yearbook thoughtfully for a minute while Sarah watched and tried to think of something else to say.

"I didn't know I was born premature," Lily finally said.

"Oh, you weren't," said Sarah. "I still have your birth announcement, you weighed nearly seven pounds. That's more than most of my boys."

"But you just said that…thing happened in the beginning of October. That's only seven and a half months before I was born."

Sarah shrugged. "Guess that wasn't how it happened then," she said, relieved that she apparently hadn't just told her eleven-year-old niece about the way she was conceived. Sarah gave Lily a kiss on top of her head. "I'd better get going. Jed can never manage to wrangle the kids into the car all on his own."

"Bye, Aunt Sarah," Lily gave Sarah a quick side hug before letting her go.

A/N: Sorry, again that wasn't one of my better ones. I've written nothing but Once Upon A Time fics for a few months so I guess it's taking me a few chapters to get back into Glee writing properly. Thanks for reading, please review! :)