This is the last one for a while. Don't do a science degree unless you really have a passion for it, people, because I'm drowning in work right now. I've planned out this story to approximately eighteen chapters, so not too long :)

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

July came hurtling into my life fast, bringing with it my twelve week scan, oppressive heat and my 25th birthday. I hated them least to most in that order. I'd never liked birthdays, and this one just seemed even worse than the previous 24 I'd experienced. Maybe it was the midsummer heatwave, or maybe it was the constant nausea that had seemed to become immune to the magical tablets I'd been prescribed, but I was dreading the 15th of July more than any other day of the year.

Every year since we met, and we met when we were eleven, Evie has cooked a big three course dinner for me on my birthday, and I do the same for her. It obviously started out as chicken nuggets and chips, carefully defrosted in the oven with parental supervision, followed by chocolate mousse out of a pot, but we'd both grown into quite established cooks, and it was always my favourite part of my birthday 'celebration'. However, it looked like my 25th birthday was not going to be even a slightly enjoyable affair. Turns out that Kurt and Blaine's baby hated me enjoying life in any manner in the first few months of pregnancy, and that included making me throw up every piece of otherwise incredible food that came my way. It was therefore with a heavy heart (and a sickly stomach) that I padded down the hall on the morning of the 15th to face my best friend and tell her she needed to break a fourteen year old tradition.

'Evie?'

I followed my nose to the kitchen, and almost burst into tears at the sight. It was only nine am, yet my best friend in the entire world was dancing around the kitchen in an apron, singing along to the Scissor Sisters and cooking up a veritable storm of delicious looking food. I could spy what I knew to be a gorgeous lasagne being assembled on the countertop, and the tell-tale signs of meringues being baked. She'd really gone all out, making my absolute favourite food in the world, and there I was ready to tell her that I didn't want it. I spotted a small but beautifully wrapped pile of presents on the dining table, and when I saw that she'd even wrapped a ribbon around Ernie's collar in celebration, the hormones went a bit too far and I started to cry.

'Kimmy? What's wrong? Don't you like it?'

Evie's concerned face swam into view, and I leant forward onto her shoulder to carry on my sobbing fit.

'No, Evie, it's perfect and wonderful and I'm so lucky to have you as a best friend. These are happy tears, I promise.'

She looked relieved but confused, and wrapped her arms around me.

'It's alright, Kim. I know it's just us tonight, but I wanted to get everything out of the way. We're going to go be tourists once you're dressed, there's so much we haven't seen in this marvellous city we live in, and it's about time. I figured The Natural History Museum and the Science Museum? Play up to our geeky sides, eh?'

She gave me a sharp poke in the side, and grinned.

'Drink your decaf and go get ready. Go!'

I know that I'd dreaded my birthday for weeks, but the day me and Evie spent 'playing up to our geeky sides' as she put it was the best birthday I'd had in years. It was only when we returned to the flat to eat our food that things took a turn for the worse.

Usually, I would've devoured the meal with vigour. It was my favourite, and Evie knew that. She'd probably decided against fancy and decadent food, and stuck to home comforts because she knew that I'd been stressed the previous few weeks. So when she lay a plate of steaming lasagne and salad in front of me, I'm fairly sure she didn't expect me to get up and knock my chair over in haste to get to the bathroom in time.

I heard a knock at the door almost as soon as I closed it, and Evie's worried voice followed.

'Kim? Please say you're alright. Just come out when you're ready, okay? We need to talk.'

I finished my ministrations, washed my mouth out and returned to the kitchen, only to find all the lasagne leftovers had been cleared into the fridge and the fresh smell of febreze covering the usually delectable, but then detestable, odour of garlic. Evie was sitting at the table, with the look normally reserved for teachers preparing to talk to some parents about a misbehaving child. I sat opposite and gulped, irrationally terrified of my friend, when she gently took my hand and looked into my eyes.

'Evie, I know. Please stop hiding from me. I know the signs. The sickness, the appetite change, the mood swings. Plus, I found this note'

She pushed a crumpled post it across the table.

'Call Dr Farmer, need to arrange 12 week scan'

'I know you're pregnant. I'm not mad, or disappointed, or whatever you must think to keep this from me like you have. Just be honest. Who is the father? Because the last I knew, you weren't seeing anybody...'

It was time. I was shaking like a leaf, and I was scared, but I knew Evie. I knew I could trust her with anything.

'I am pregnant. You're right. But it's a weird situation. The baby isn't mine. Well, it is biologically, but I'm a surrogate. It's only mine for six more months'

Her brow furrowed, but I couldn't deny that she looked relieved.

'Well, I can't say that I'm not glad. I wish you'd talked to me though, this is a huge decision. Whose baby is it? Anna and Claire's?'

I giggled at the reference to my sister and her wife.

'Why would it be theirs? They both have perfectly functional uteruses. No, it's a gay couple. I met them a few months ago, we hit it off, and now their bun is in my oven.'

'That… well, it makes more sense. Do I know them in any way?'

This was where I thought it got tricky, before I realised that it really didn't have to be. Like I said, Evie was the most trustworthy person I knew.

'Erm, yes, sort of. Look, I'll give them a call, see if they want to come over. You can meet them.'

She nodded in the affirmative, before leaving the room to do the washing up and make me some toast. I used the opportunity to call Kurt and Blaine.

'HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM'

I almost dropped the phone from surprise when I heard both men's voices shouting down the phone, but instead I just held it away from my ear and let a huge grin erupt on my face.

'Hey guys! Give a girl a heads up next time you scream at her, especially a pregnant one. Don't want the baby to fall out in shock now, do we?'

They both laughed, and a small scuffle took place on the other end of the line, before Blaine's strong voice came back on.

'We hope you've had a great day Kim, you deserve it. Me and Kurt have got you a little something, we'll give it to you when we meet up at the twelve week scan, okay?'

'Well', I began, 'you could just come over now if you're not busy. I finally told Evie that I'm pregnant, and I'd like you to meet her. She's one of the most important people in my life, it's only right. She's perfectly trustworthy, but expect some squeals and hugs, she really loves you guys.'

The voice on the phone switched to a softer, higher tone.

'Sounds great Kim. We'll be there soon!'

Kurt hung up, and I let the phone drop onto my lap as I sunk back into the sofa. Evie came back in carrying Ernie, and sat down next to me, where we awaited the arrival of two men Evie had always wanted to meet.

Just over half an hour later, the doorbell rang, and I wrestled my way out of the squidgy grasp of the couch to answer it. Evie, very tactfully, hung back, and instead stood in the centre of the living room to wait for my return with the guests.

Kurt wrapped me in a hug as soon the door was open. I'd found that once you broke through the slightly formal barriers the man held up, he was very loving and tactile, and being a bit of a cuddle whore, I couldn't complain. Blaine came up behind, and gave me a kiss on the cheek as soon as Kurt had let go. I couldn't help but notice the slight bed-head hair both men had going on, as well as the subtly mismatched and wrinkled clothes.

'Do you two just have, like, non-stop sex or something? Because seriously… it's thirty five degrees out. Your air conditioning must be amazing.'

They both laughed, and Kurt blushed a deep crimson. Blaine threw an arm around his husband, looking a million times happier than the man I'd met that day at the park.

'Something like that, yeh. Our air conditioning is pretty phenomenal…'

Kurt slapped him on the chest, before playfully chastising Blaine and kissing him soundly on the lips. I loved seeing the two happy, their relationship was something I truly envied and admired. Kurt turned back to me.

'Time to meet the infamous Evie then?'

I nodded in affirmation, and led them to the living room. Evie had her back to the door, but span around quickly when she heard the sound of us enter.

'Hello, I'm Evie, I'm so glad to…'

She trailed off slowly, eyes wide in astonishment and jaw dropped so low I thought it was dislocated. Blaine bravely stepped towards her, hand out, and introduced himself.

'Hello Evie, I'm Blaine Anderson and this is my husband, Kurt Hummel.'

Kurt gave a little wave from his position next to me, and nudged me in the side, before whispering 'Is she going to be okay?' in my ear. I quite honestly had no idea, considering Evie was still gaping like a stunned fish, when all of a sudden she snapped her mouth shut and gestured for me to follow her to the kitchen. I threw a bewildered shrug and glance in Kurt and Blaine's direction, before following my friend. As soon as we reached what Evie had obviously deemed a safe distance, I was assaulted.

'You are carrying the child of Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson? And you didn't TELL ME? How could you? When did this even happen?'

'Well, I'm twelve weeks gone, and we met about a month before I got pregnant. I met them in the park, I was on my way to deliver a victoria sponge to Terri's bake sale when I found them on a bench. One thing led to another, which led to us getting drunk here while you were at your parents for the weekend, and that led to me offering to carry their baby, and boom. Bun in the oven. Well, not boom exactly, it involved a lot of peeing on sticks and a large syringe…'

Evie sighed, and ran a hand through her long blonde hair.

'Wow. Just, wow. I mean, you're so lucky Kim.'

'Why? People keep telling me I'm lucky. I don't see how. I'm just giving two men who deserve to be parents a baby.'

Evie looked at me like I was mad.

'True. But you're giving Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson a baby. It's a bit of a big deal.'

'Well, yes, but you better keep your mouth shut missy. We don't want the media to know anything about this yet.'

She raised an eyebrow as if to say 'Duh!' and carried on talking.

'Of course. Now, lets get back in there. I finally have the chance to talk to Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson, and we're standing in our kitchen.'

Before I could mention the fact that she'd dragged me out of the room, she'd returned to the living room.

Kurt and Blaine were sitting on the rug tickling Ernie's belly when we rejoined them. Evie took a deep breath and stood in front of them.

'Sorry about that. This is just a bit strange..'

She laughed nervously and started picking at her nails, her usual go to response in stressful situations. Kurt tilted his head slightly and smiled.

'We understand. You did better than Kim over there. She fainted.'

Evie snorted and turned to me with an incredulous look.

'Seriously?'

'Leave me alone! I may have just gone into a very coincidental hypoglycaemic shock!'

'Sure… Now, which film?'

The three of them got on like a house on fire, and we spent my birthday evening watching Rent and eating the meringues Evie had lovingly made that morning. I opened the gifts I received from everyone, which included a beautiful scarf from Evie, a bottle of my favourite perfume from Ernie, and an exquisite coat from my parents that I wouldn't fit into when winter finally rolled around. Kurt and Blaine gave me a delicate silver charm of a crib for my charm bracelet, and the 'hormones' came back in full force as I cried over my thoughtful presents, and I was comforted by the three people who meant the most to me, and the dog that just couldn't ignore a group cuddle session.

Two days later, and my twelve week scan had rolled around. To my outward chagrin, Evie took the day off work to accompany me and 'Klaine' (she still called them that when they were together, said it was much easier than three syllables) to the appointment. I may have chastised her for doing it, but I was secretly glad that my best friend could now share these moments with me. It was nice having someone there just for me, even if she jokingly claimed she only went along to hang out with celebrities.

I couldn't help but feel nervous when Dr Farmer rolled up my shirt and applied the jelly. I knew it was irrational, but I couldn't help wondering about what they might have found. What if something was wrong with the baby? I'd never have forgiven myself. Evie had a tight grip on my right hand, and Kurt a hold on my left, with Blaine hanging onto his husbands other hand. We were a chain of concerned and nervous parents/friends/baby ovens, and we all took a collective breath as Dr Farmer placed the ultrasound wand to my stomach.

The black and white image on the screen was blurry as he moved the wand, but all of a sudden he stopped.

'Right there.'

We looked up to the monitor and gasped. Unmistakeably and not fuzzy at all, was a picture of the baby. Of Kurt and Blaine's baby. We could see the head, and torso, and its little arms and legs all splayed out. It was perfect. I didn't notice I was crying until I felt the tears drop onto my shirt, but everyone else was crying too. Kurt and Blaine's eyes were glued to the screen, and absolutely filled to the brim with the happiest tears I've ever seen in my life. Even Evie, the baby cynic, wasn't dry-eyed. Dr Farmer smiled at us, and saved the picture onto the computer.

'Now, we can't tell the sex yet, when you have your 24 week scan we can do that, if you'd like. But, I can offer some pictures, if you want?'

We all nodded our agreements and he chuckled,

'So, how many? It's a fairly unlimited number you're allowed.'

Kurt and Blaine started counting on their fingers and I heard the mumbled conversation, 'Well, there's us, Burt and Carole, Finn and Rachel, Mercedes, my brother..' They turned back to us.

'Six for us, please, what about you Kim?'

I thought about it for a second.

'Two please. One for me, obviously, and my parents are going to want to see one eventually.'

'And one more.'

Evie's tears were running in tracks through her make up, and she smiled sheepishly.

'If you don't mind, that is.'

Kurt and Blaine giggled.

'Of course we don't mind', said Blaine, 'we're glad that our baby is going to have so many people who love them.'

Dr Farmer confirmed the number and printed them off, before handing the first copy to Kurt and Blaine.

'There you go gentlemen. Baby's first photo.'

And if I never see anyone look as happy as they did in that moment again, I won't be surprised. It was astounding how much these men loved each other, and how much they obviously loved their baby. And I realised that I was lucky, after all.