Sorry about the wait guys. I wanted to have this up awhile ago but... I had family over at the end of August which completely took up my time. I was dealing with a bunch of stuff throughout September and then all throughout October so far, I've had to deal with my stepfather's motorcycle accident and the resulting health issues that come with that. But hopefully I'll have more chapters out soon!

All three of them turned to Brittany, their eyes wide as they saw her in tears. "What do you mean you got fired, Brittany?" Santana asked concerned. "Why were you fired?"

"My boss…. He noticed my baby belly today, and when he asked if I was pregnant…" Kurt, Santana and Blaine all hissed when she said this, "He told me I was fired." There were tears falling down her face. "We can't afford that house that you think is so amazing, because I won't be bringing home any money." She was close to sobbing now.

"Oh Britt…" Santana said immediately getting up to hug her wife. "It's okay. You'll find another job." She whispered. "You hated working at that diner anyway." She reasoned and Britt nodded.

"Yea, but it was money…money that we need." She croaked.

"We can figure this out Britt. You don't need to cry." Kurt said, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her neck and giving her a comforting hug. "You're here with us for now. You don't have to worry about anything while you live here." He whispered. Santana looked at him with deadly eyes, but Kurt gave them right back to her. "Besides if you're up for it, I can always find a place for you at Kurtain." He said cheerfully. "You don't have to be unemployed for long…not if you don't want to." He reassured her.

This time Blaine spoke up. "Perhaps this is a good thing." Blaine said softly. "It means you can try other things. Something you really want to do, not just work for a paycheck." He tried to look on the bright side. "Maybe go back to school, get a degree or something?" He suggested but Brittany shook her head.

"And major in what?" She scoffed.

"Well you love animals… you could be a vet technician." Blaine threw out a possibility. Silently he thought that maybe it would help her understand the physiology of animals better and that cats shouldn't eat pounds of fondue every night.

"I'm out of work. How am I going to pay for that?" She scoffed.

"I'm sure you might be able to get some scholarships." Kurt said, trying to console her a bit. "I mean you did get that perfect SAT score in high school." Brittany gave them a small smile.

"And who knows, maybe this is a good thing." Santana said. "A school schedule would give more flexibility than a job, and with the babies coming… that's going to be a good thing." She pointed out. "I'm sure you could even take a few online courses at first, and stay at home for the first few months with the babies."

"So I get to be the house wife that stays home with the babies all day and never gets to do anything fun anymore?" She shook her head.

"We're not saying that." Kurt immediately denied.

"We're all going to have to stay home at some point, especially considering we're gonna have three newborns…no one person can handle that. But it would be nice to not have to worry about who is going to stay home with the babies so much."

"But if we're buying a house together…" She reasoned. "Santana wouldn't be able to pay my share of the mortgage." She shook her head.

"Well… I have an idea." Kurt said softly, and cautiously. "Don't yell at me before I get it out, but… what if Blaine and I pay your share of the mortgage, until you get a job? We'd end up spending the money anyway…just this way we put it towards our and our children's futures, instead of a nanny." He said softly, and Santana stood up quickly and shook her head.

"No. That would mean they were your kids, and not ours." She said adamantly. Kurt sighed.

"Well then, Christmas present." Kurt tried again. "Blaine and I had been planning on giving something big to Brittany to thank her for doing this for us." He explained.

"Instead of us buying it… we'll use the money towards your portion of the mortgage until you can get your degree." Blaine told them.

"Just what were you planning on buying her?" Santana asked exasperated.

"Well, before all of this… we were thankful to her…because a surrogate from an agency probably would have cost us well into the 20-30 thousands." He told her, and Santana's mouth dropped.

"What?"

Brittany on the other hand couldn't believe what she was hearing. She loved her friends, and wanted to do this for nothing. She originally had no concept of compensation for being their surrogate.

"We weren't 100% on what we were getting her, but we had our eye on a couple of pieces from Tiffany's…" Kurt confessed.

"You're serious?" Santana asked, and Blaine nodded.

"We had about a month of grief over all of this, but we really appreciate what you two are doing. Brittany, you volunteered to be our surrogate without us even asking you to. That means a lot to us." Blaine said sincerely. "And Santana… you didn't have to keep the twins. You could have aborted them… and Kurt and I couldn't have done a thing to stop you. But you chose to keep them, and for that we'll be forever thankful for that. Let us do this for you. Please?"

"Can we think about it?" Brittany asked, needing to talk this over with her wife. "It's a lot to think about…I can't just… It's too much."

"Take all the time you need." Kurt agreed. "Just know that you're our baby mamas… we're not going to let you guys live in a gutter." He leaned down and hugged Brittany around her neck once more. "And you can still work at Kurtain until the babies are born if you want, even after if that's what you want. Just let me know." He whispered in her ear from above, and she smiled and laid her hand over his arms around her neck.

"Thanks Kurt. I'll think about it."

Santana grew up a very proud woman. She never accepted help from anyone if she could help it. It had been engrained in her from birth. Something in her DNA if she was honest with herself. Brittany on the other hand had not. She was not too proud to accept help from her friends and when she heard what they were willing to do for her, she nearly burst into tears. The only downside was that Santana would never go for it.

"We can't take their money, Britt." Santana told her when they went back inside their bedroom a little while later. "They're already doing so much for us…" She sighed. "WE can't let them do this too."

"But why not San? You heard them. It wouldn't just be them paying something for me… it's almost like they are thanking us."

"And by giving us money it's like they are buying our babies back." She reasoned out and Brittany immediately shook her head.

"But they're not! They wouldn't do that to us. Not since we'd all be living together… raising the babies together." She couldn't believe what Santana was trying to tell her. She knew Kurt and Blaine better than that, Santana always wanted to believe the worst, but Brittany couldn't let that happen here.

"Logically, I know that. But I can't help the fact that something about this entire idea of them paying ¾ of the mortgage for an entire year stinks."

"It only stinks because you're searching for the rotten fish, Santana." Brittany retorted. "They want to do a wonderful thing for me… for us. I can't just tell them no."

"Why not?"

"Because they are our friends. They wouldn't hurt us, or the babies. They want what's best for us. Living with them in a huge and perfect house while we all raise the babies is what's best. They want to do this, and I'm going to let them!" She shouted, as she sat down on the bed, holding her 23 week pregnant belly in her hands.

Santana hated this part of their marriage. Both wives were equally stubborn when it came to something she wanted. Neither was going to back down easily, and Santana knew that she was going to lose this fight, but if she was going to go down, she was going to go down swinging.

"Even though the last thing I want is to be their continued charity case?" She asked angrily. "You know how I feel about that."

"If the situation was reversed you know damn well that you'd want them to let us help them, so don't act all high and mighty on me Santana Diabla Lopez." Brittany scowled.

"It's not the same thing!"

"You're right. It's better. We're in a situation where the four of us can provide more love for these three kids than any kid could imagine wanting. Despite whatever you want or don't want, I'm going to make sure that happens!"

"Fine. But don't come crawling to me when it bites you in the ass!" She said bitterly, hating that Brittany was going to accept charity from their friends for the umpteenth time.

The next couple of days had been a bit easier in the Hummel-Anderson/Lopez household. Well, for the most part. Kurt, Brittany and Blaine had gotten along much better than they had in the previous weeks, but Santana was still angry with her wife. So angry, that a few times, she slept on the couch just to stay away from her. Though she soon realized that sleeping for the entire night on the couch, and then waking up and going to work all day with two twins growing in her uterus, wasn't the smartest idea.

She loved Brittany, and she would do anything she could to make Brittany's dreams come true. But in this case, it wasn't her that would be making them come true. It would be her goody-two shoes best friends who had more altruism in their right pinkies than Santana had in her entire body. She couldn't understand how they could just give and give so much without expecting anything in return.

She thought about this daily, quite possibly hourly. And then one day a couple days after they saw their dream house she had been sitting on the living room couch, while absentmindedly listening to whatever was on the television when Kurt walked in with a pale white look on his face. "Thanksgiving is in 2 weeks." He muttered.

Santana looked up at him and furrowed her eyebrows. "Yea, so?"

"So? None of us have told our parents about all this yet." He said and her face blanked.

"Fuck, in all of the chaos of the house hunting and baby decisions… I completely forgot about Ma and Dad." Kurt nodded.

"Yea, me too. We didn't even tell them that we were trying to have a baby…not wanting to get any of their hopes up." He sighed and sat down next to Santana.

"Gonna have to go home and face the music. But then again…maybe we should figure out what to say. I don't think it's a good idea to tell them the truth."

"What? That while Blaine and Brittany were having celebration sex, you and I ended up having drunk sex, and in four months each of our parents are going to have 3 grandchildren to spoil rotten?" She said smirking.

"Yes, that truth." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"We could always go the surrogacy option, that we just decided to change halfway through the pregnancy?" She sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we tell them that the four of us struck a deal. That Britt would surrogate for you, and you would be the sperm donor for us. But once we found out how many babies there were actually gonna be, we all realized that we wanted to be parents to all three of them."

"But we still say we went the in vitro route?" He asked and she nodded enthusiastically.

"No one needs to know the truth of how they were conceived."

In the end, Brittany and Blaine both agreed that Kurt and Santana's plan to tell their parents about the babies was the best. No one needed to know precisely what had happened, and it made it even more special that it was just between the four of them. So when they flew into Columbus International Airport on the 26th of November Burt, Carole and Maribel Lopez were all waiting to welcome their children and their spouses home.

However they were all shocked, because both Brittany and Santana were showing, Santana a bit more than Brittany was and everyone looked at the two with dropped jaws.

"Santana, darling, want to tell us what's going on?" Her mother asked, wide eyed as she took in not only her daughter's pregnant state, but also her daughter-in-law's as well.

"I told you we had a big surprise for when we came home, remember?" Santana said amused and Maribel just shook her head.

"Seriously? This is what you were talking about? Both of you are pregnant?" She nodded.

"Kurt…Blaine…. Does this have anything to do with the big surprise you said you had for us as well?" Burt asked as Carole was busy hugging the four travellers.

"Yea Dad… We uhh… well it's a long story. But in about 4 months you're going to be a grandfather!" Kurt said and Blaine chuckled.

"We'll fill you in on the way home." Blaine said as he took the luggage cart that Burt had managed to snag earlier and placed all their carry-on luggage on the cart. Kurt and Blaine had demanded to carry the girls' carry-on's on and off the plane, not wanting them to struggle picking up the bags that weighed too much.

"So… all four of you are going to raise the babies?" Burt asked, completely confused as the four parents to be sat in the Hummel living room with Burt, Carole and Maribel staring at them in intense confusion.

"Of which there are going to be three?" Maribel added at the end.

"And you're all going to be moving into a house in New Jersey?" Carole asked, wanting to get all this straight in her head.

Blaine nodded. "I know it's a lot to take in. But after finding out that Santana was having twins… the four of us realized that we really didn't want to be uncle and aunt to our own children." He explained.

"I know I didn't want to be Uncle Kurt to the kids that Santana is carrying, and Brittany felt the same about the one she's carrying. So we sat down and talked it out. There was a lot of yelling, a lot of tears…but it's for the best."

Brittany rubbed at her belly. "Plus, how much easier is it going to be raising kids with the four of us?" She asked. "There are four of us, and three of them. We'll always be able to handle them. If people can raise one kid or twins on their own…it's got to be a lot easier with four of us."

Burt, Carole and Maribel looked at eachother, seemingly having a telepathic conversation with the other parents. "I'm sure that's true." Carole said.

"You've talked about parenting styles right?" Burt reminded them. "About whether you want them to be raised Catholic…" He pointed to Santana, "Or Protestant." He pointed to Blaine, "Or without religion?" He pointed to Kurt.

"Are you going to nurse, or use formula?" Maribel added to the mix.

"What we're trying to say is… have you discussed any of the particulars of what it's going to be like raising children with four different parents? That's four different backgrounds having to come together to parent three children. It's hard enough with two parents having to mesh together a parenting style, I can't imagine how hard it's going to be with four of you."

"We'll figure it out." Kurt shrugged. "We really only figured out that we'd go into this all together within the past month."

"Well don't you think you should have talked about all of this before you put in a bid on that house you mentioned?" Burt asked, still unable to believe his son could do something so insanely stupid.

"Perhaps, Burt." Blaine replied. "But what's done is done. We'll get everything figured out before the babies come."

"C'mon Dad. Get excited. You're going to have two grandsons in a few months, not to mention a granddaughter to spoil rotten!" Kurt tried to cheer up his father. "All three of you will. This is good news."

"We'll even have spare bedrooms for you guys to come visit when you want to see them." Santana spoke up. "It's a five bedroom house, and for now we'll only be taking up 3. One for us, one for them, and one for the nursery."

"Trust me guys, I'm thrilled that I'll have not one, not two but three grandchildren in a few months. It's just a little overwhelming. I honestly didn't see this coming when you said you had a surprise for us, and as much as I can't wait to meet my grandkids… A part of me wishes that the news was career related, or something different. Because this is huge, and I'm not sure you've thought all this out." Burt tried to explain to his son, son-in-law, and the two women who had grown to be like daughters to him over the years.

"I'm with Burt on this one guys." Maribel said. "I don't want any of you to get hurt, especially those three children. I know you all are great friends, but friendships can break up even easier than marriages. All it takes is one big blowout between the four of you to completely ruin 3 childhoods. I hope it never comes to that, but I can't help but think that it might. Based on Santana and Kurt's track record." She sighs. "They're likely to get into a large argument…and children can't see that. You can't let the babies see you argue like you usually do."

"We know that Ma." Santana said, clutching her belly in her hands protectively. "We've done enough fighting within the past few months to last a lifetime. But we're going to be parents. The four of us. You three are going to be grandparents. I thought you of all people would have been excited. After Abuela kept insisting that you'd never get any because I married Britt, I thought you'd be thrilled." She said and Maribel shook her head.

"Oh mija…. I am thrilled. But I'm worried for you too."

"There's no reason to be. We'll have everything figured out by the time the babies arrive." Brittany said leaning up against her wife.