And we meet Evie for the first time. She'll probably end up being an amalgamation of every friend I have. So, a little insane...

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

At six weeks, the lovely happy glow of finding out about the baby had faded somewhat, and I had fallen headfirst into the world of morning sickness. Let me tell you, men and women who have never been pregnant, it's not a pleasant experience. I would awake when my alarm went off at seven am every morning, only to have to leg it to the bathroom, negotiating many obstacles such as lamps and pugs, to immediately reacquaint myself with whatever little food I had managed to force down my throat the night before. I felt like absolute crap by the time I got to uni, and on days when I had to drag myself to work after a day on my feet in the laboratories, well, I'd be contemplating calling in sick before I'd even got out of bed that morning.

Evie wasn't stupid, either. She noticed something was wrong. She'd seen my dawn time dashes to the porcelain throne, and being the wonderful friend she is, was obviously concerned for my health and wellbeing. Over breakfast one morning, which consisted of corn flakes and coffee for her, and a small cup of black decaffeinated tea for me, she finally piped up.

'Are you feeling alright lately Kim? I'm not going to sit by and pretend that I haven't noticed the change in appetite, the throwing up, the ghostly pallor. Plus you've given up caffeine. That's just not.. you, Kim. I don't see why you'd do that. Unless, well, unless there's something you're not telling me?'

I felt awful for lying to her, I really did, but telling Evie that I was carrying the child of her favourite celebrity couple and dealing with the consequences was not something I wanted to worry about when I felt like death warmed up.

'I'm fine, Evie, I promise. Just a bit of nausea, I'll call the doctors today and make an appointment. Anyway, I'm giving up caffeine because I read an article in the BMJ about it causing high blood pressure and cardiac problems, and I don't want to have a heart attack at the grand old age of 25.'

This seemed to placate her, and I thanked whoever is up there that I have enough subscriptions to scientific and medical journals for her to completely believe me. Besides, I had seen that article in the BMJ. Never mind that it was four years previous to this conversation and I had simply scoffed and turned the page. Evie finished her coffee and stood.

'I'm going to work. If you need me to come fetch you from the doctors, give me a call, but I'm in a meeting with the partners til three pm'

It still makes me laugh that Evie is this crazy, stalkery fangirl at home with me, someone who squeals over gossip magazines and loves watching trashy reality TV, when at work she's a well-respected intern at one of the top solicitors in the city. I wonder what her fellow lawyers would think if they saw her on a Sunday morning, balancing a bowl of nesquik on her boobs and watching Looney Tunes in her pyjamas.

'I'll be fine Evie, get going. Can't keep all those hoity-toity Oxbridge grads waiting can we now?'

She punched me in the arm, as she always does whenever I make a quip about the… eliteness of the people she works with, and departed with a wave and a smile.

As soon as I heard the front door click closed, I grabbed my phone and dialled possibly the most important number I had.

'Hi, can I make an appointment with Dr Farmer please? Yes, this is the Hummel-Anderson surrogate. Kimberley Miller. Yes. 2pm? Thanks, see you soon.'

I figured I should let Kurt and Blaine know I'd be seeing the doctor, considering how once they knew for certain that their child was cooking quite nicely in my uterus, they'd become even more protective, and called them next. A breathy sounding Kurt answered just before the phone went to voicemail.

'He, hello?'

I heard rustling noises and a giggle in the background, but foolishly decided to continue with the call.

'Erm, hi, Kurt, it's Kim. I'm just letting you know I'm going to the doctors this afternoon to try and get something for my morning sickness, and he'll probably be able to let me know a better due date as well, so expect a call from me later, okay?'

There was a hushed whisper, and more giggling.

'That sounds great Kim. If you need a lift home, d-don't… hesitate to ask us, ok-ay?'

On the last syllable, Kurt's voice got higher, and there was the unmistakable sound of a suppressed moan. Don't laugh at me for taking this long to put two and two together and figure out what was going on.

'OH MY GOD YOU'RE HAVING SEX WHILST ON THE PHONE TO ME? WHAT IF THE BABY COULD HEAR YOU? THEY'D BE TRAUMATISED FOR LIFE!'

More rustling, and then a very deep voiced Blaine came on the line. Man, did he have a nice sex voice…

'We're very sorry Kim. We'll just get going now, I have something to… attend to, immediately. Talk later'

And he hung up. And then I had the image of the fathers of the baby in my womb doing the nasty. Wonderful, now I do again.

Dr Farmer was a miracle worker, and later that afternoon I emerged from the clinic with a bottle of anti-nausea medication and a load of pamphlets on morning sickness, which I decided to go home and read with some lovely buttery toast. After I'd enjoyed my informative meal, and decided that it was definitely time to invest in a copy of 'What to expect when you're expecting', I very hesitantly called Kurt and Blaine once more. This time, Blaine answered the phone swiftly, and with his voice back in its normal key.

'Hello Kim. Listen, me and Kurt are so sorry about earlier…'

I sighed exasperatedly. I had hoped that they'd just ignore that little incident..

'It's fine, please don't talk about it. I just forgot. Anyways, I'm all sorted for the morning sickness, thank god. Feel lucky you don't have to do this Blaine, seriously. And we have a proper due date now, you ready?'

I heard rustling on the other end (oh god, I thought, not again), and then Kurt's voice piped up.

'You're on speaker Kim. Go on, when is it?'

I smiled at his excited tone.

'January 28th. Sound good to you? I mean, I can't really change it if it inconveniences you, but…'

I could practically hear the grin in Blaine's voice as he answered.

'Sounds absolutely perfect'.