Disclaimer: Glee is not mine. Never has been, never will be.

Thank the lord it was a Sunday the next day, and I had neither work nor uni to contend with, because I distinctly remember that I had the worst hangover I've ever had that day. I woke up in a daze on my living room floor, holding a vase that Evie's mum had brought 'to liven up this pigsty', and Ernie sleeping quite peacefully on my belly. Strange to some, but a common occurrence when I get drunk. The really strange things were my houseguests. Luckily, I hadn't forgotten that Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson had come over, or that would've been a really awkward situation, but it was still really weird to see the celebrity pair wrapped up in each others arms on my sofa.

I stumbled to my feet, clutching my head, and staggered to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea and some coffee for the people residing in my sitting room. Whilst the kettle was boiling, I wracked my brain for evidence of the night before, because I had a strong suspicion that I had either said something really really stupid or really really smart. I was just reliving arriving at the house in my memories when a dishevelled but no less good looking (damn him) Kurt came through the doorway.

'Did you really mean what you said last night?'

His eyes were shining with hopeful tears, and I felt terrible that I couldn't remember what he was referring to. I replied hesitantly.

'Um…'

His expression changed instantly, with the tears evaporating and a visible wall being built around his emotions.

'Never mind. Is that coffee?'

He took a mug from the countertop and left the room without saying another word. Meanwhile, I was desperately searching for any clue whatsoever as to what I could've said when Ernie came bounding into the room.

'Hey baby boy. Mummy is sorry for being so loud and…'

It hit me like a ton of bricks. I abandoned the tea making and rushed back into the lounge, where Kurt was sobbing silently in Blaine's arms.

'I remember what I said. I meant every word. But I don't think you really want me to do this'

Blaine looked at me with his sad eyes

'You don't need to let us down gently or anything Kim, don't worry. We'll just get going now. Thanks for last night, it was really fun'

I ran to block the doorway, and however dramatic and unnecessary an action it was, it worked and they looked up at me with expectant faces

'I'll still do it. Of course I'll still do it. But I'm not…' I gestured down to my slightly overweight body and up to my eyes, which were framed with glasses 'Biologically perfect, per se. I'll carry the baby though, you just will probably want to get a donor egg. A better one'

I know, I'm pathetic. But that is genuinely how I felt about myself back then, and how I still feel about myself now sometimes.

Blaine and Kurt had frozen in identical expressions of shock, before Kurt leapt to his feet and threw his arms around me once more.

'No Kim. No. You are the only person who has offered to do this amazing, selfless, wonderful thing for us. None of our friends are in the right position to offer, and none of the clinics could provide anyone. We lost hope, Kim. For offering to do this for us, for being so giving, you are absolutely perfect. We couldn't care less how you look, but for the record you really shouldn't feel so lowly of yourself. You're really rather lovely. And besides, the baby is going to get dodgy hair and bad eyesight from Blaine anyway…'

Kurt's smile could have lit the entire city of London, and Blaine didn't seem to care about the slight jab at his looks, because he wrapped his arms around both me and Kurt and laughed like the happiest man in the world. The laugh faded though, and he stepped back with a serious look on his face.

'I'm sorry, I just really need to be sure Kim. Me and Kurt have been through this sort of thing before. This pregnancy will affect your life so much, are you completely certain you can do this?'

I untangled myself from Kurt's shockingly strong embrace, and faced Blaine directly. I needed to make sure he believed every word that came out of my mouth, and I've always been told eye contact is vital when communicating a point, so I wanted as much of it as possible.

'Blaine, Kurt, listen to what I'm about to say very carefully. I am sure about this. I am 24 years old. I have about 6 months left of my PhD to go, so that won't be affected and I'll still become Dr Kimberley Miller, just like I always wanted. Sure, I'll have to get a proper doctorate level job eventually, but they're as rare as stardust in this job market, so there's no harm in waiting a few more months, and I'll just take on more hours at the book shop in the meantime. It's not a stressful job, I'll be perfectly fine doing it whilst pregnant. I'm not in a serious relationship, and I don't particularly want one in the foreseeable future, so that's all good. My friends and family are wonderful, understanding people, and will support me in this one hundred percent. I live with Evie, and she'll be more than happy to look after me and my crazy pregnant cravings, and take Ernie for walks when I get so big I start doing that weird pregnant lady waddle. Though she's like, a crazy fan of yours, so you'll have to be careful…

Anyway, what I'm saying is, if you want me, I would like to be the biological mother of your child, and carry it for nine months, and then give it to you, to be raised by two amazing men who deserve to have a baby more than anything. What do you say?'

I finished my little speech out of breath (and made a note to myself to start exercising properly again after the baby is born) and looked at them expectantly.

They looked at each other, then back at me, in perfect unison, before huge grins erupted on their faces and they screamed 'YES!' at the top of their voices.

Then we shared a beautiful, cheesy, cliché celebratory jump hug. Nope, I'm not kidding. We really did. And it was marvellous.