Everyone has their story and that story starts from the people who bring us into this world. They begin writing our stories but sometimes the pen is taken away leaving the story unwritten for years on end.
I was born in Tuvalu, an island somewhere in the Pacific and immediately put in a quarantine base where scientists took my blood to test if I had disease. I was always hateful because of that, i just wanted my mom and not the cold blanket they provided. Finally after a week I was let go but wasn't taken to the woman who birthed me. I was placed in a tiny plane that flew from Tuvalu all the way to an adoption agency in New York where I lay in a crib kicking my feet every time I wanted to be held.
I cried and cried wanting to leave that place and finally the door opened to somebody new. One picked me up carefully and held me protectively against her chest, the other running her hands through my hair which made me stop crying. I was handed over to her and she started crying as she held me making me cry again.
"Miss Lopez, Miss Pierce, have you decided on a name?" Someone said.
"Lucia Rory Lopez-Pierce." One said.
A few months later another was born in the city but to two other individuals; two people that my mothers had gone to high school with. A broadway legend and Tony award winner; Rachel and Jesse St James had their very own son. It took a lot of work and a lot of hand holding but finally when he came out, they were both thrilled. There were paparazzi trying to get inside but security kept them out so both could hold their child and sink in the moment.
"What'd you wanna call him Rach?" Jesse asked.
"I have the perfect name." She smiled. "Finn William St James."
In Connecticut, a lowly widow rocks her two month old baby girl who sucks on her pacifier unaware of her mother's sadness. She was part of my moms group of friends; she was the head cheerleader and formed a trinity that no one would ever forget. She looks in despair at the portrait of her knight in shining armour displayed on the wall in his general uniform. Her baby holds onto her mother's nose and she kissed her blonde little head.
"Don't worry Noelle, I'll protect you now." She whispered.
In their apartment deep within New York City, two proud dads watch over their son; a near one year old who sleeps peacefully in his crib. Their also legends in broadway; Kurt Hummel and Blaine Andersen, the two gays in glee also my moms friends. They smile at one another and hold his reddened chubby hands before kissing one another. They look at him and laugh at the sight of his drool.
"George Burt Hummel-Andersen, you are precious." He said.
Sunny side Los Angeles; the place of stars and a home to many singers including Mercedes Jones or...temporary home. She sits in church holding her baby girl in her arms as her husband sits at her side tickling the baby's feet. The minister brings them to the front where Mercedes takes the mic alongside Sam Evans her husband.
"What is her name my dear?" The minister asked.
"Her name is Emmy Marie Evans." She answered.
In their New York apartment a child sits in his father's lap as he wheels him around the living room. His mother shouts for him and he turns around to see her over a stove.
"Kyle Noah Abrams! Come here this instance!" She shouted.
And that's what you missed on glee!