Denim: Kurt & Quinn
In the beginning, there was just Quinn and Kurt.
There had been, of course, other people before the two of them, but by the time they ended up in San Francisco four years out of college, they were the only ones left. Blaine had cheated on Kurt again two years prior, this time with a countertenor that lived two floors below their penthouse apartment in Chelsea. Puck had eloped with Brittany in Vegas after a drunken night of debauchery, and it somehow worked out well enough that they had three kids. If that hadn't been hard enough on Quinn, Finn picking Rachel over her once again when he got out of the Army had been the final straw. She had fled New York two days after they got engaged, and Kurt had accepted a job offer from Vogue's West Coast office three weeks after that.
Neither of them had known anyone else when they had landed in the Bay, so it seemed natural that they end up sharing an apartment. Kurt liked the people at Vogue well enough, but they were too competitive to be real friends. Quinn was a good lawyer but her colleagues were older and boring. Even after two years in the city and on the edge of thirty, Kurt was the only person she really thought knew her in San Francisco. They had become best friends, completely inseparable and probably closer to each other than they had ever been to anyone else before. So when Quinn decided that she wanted something, she knew that there was only one person she could ask.
"I want to have a baby," she told Kurt one night over tapas and 'Project Runway' in their living room, "and I want you to be the father."
It had taken a lot of champagne and a lot of conversation, but eventually, Kurt had agreed. He wanted to be a father just as badly, and even if he hadn't completely given up on the notion of falling in love with a handsome man and raising a bunch of children from all over the world, he still really wanted to do this with his best friend. It turned out the process was surprisingly easy for the two of them, a far cry from the horror stories he read about online, and Quinn got a positive pregnancy test just two months after the whole process had begun. They didn't tell anyone until she reached the halfway mark, and then it was only a call to his parents and her mom. Kurt also quietly told his brother when he was back in Ohio for Easter and then they sent a text together to Mercedes, who was living the rockstar life in London.
Kurt took her shopping the day that they found out it was a little boy. They looked at all these upscale boutiques before they ended up in some store with an impressive Osh Kosh section. They still hadn't bought anything when Kurt's eyes landed on the tiniest pair of denim overalls he had ever seen. That night, he draped them over Quinn's slightly rounded stomach and told their son that he was going to look amazing in them.
"Whose last name will he have?" Kurt asked her as he lay next to her in the dark.
Quinn smiled and turned slightly on her side, carefully guiding her stomach as she did. "His father's, of course," she answered. "I always intended for our son to be a Hummel."
Kurt couldn't help the tears that escaped his eyes and Quinn could sense them even in the dark. She brushed them away quickly and then squeezed his hands in hers. "I want part of his name to come from you though."
"I'm not really attached to any parts of my name," she assured him. "But maybe we could use Robert as a middle name. Partly after my father and partly after yours. I know I'm not really close to my dad but I think he'd like it."
When Kurt suggested William a few minutes later, they knew they had their name.
Four months later, on a quiet August night, Kurt left Vogue's big September issue release party to grab a cab to CPMC where Quinn was in labor a week before their due date. He stopped by the apartment to grab his bag and then rushed as quickly as he could up to her private birthing suite. William Robert Hummel was born six hours after that, and he couldn't have been a more perfect combination of Kurt's gorgeous eyes, Quinn's golden locks and both of theirs porcelain skin.
"I love you so much right now," Kurt whispered into her hair when they were finally alone, him next to her on the bed with William between them. "I knew that you were my best friend and I loved you before but Q, you're amazing. Thank you so much for him."
Quinn smiled over at him and then down at their son, this tiny little bundle of perfection dressed in a denim blue sleeper. There would be no adoption papers to sign, no tearful goodbye said through plexiglass, no other mother coming to sweep their child away. They would get to keep this one forever. William was her son, their son, and nothing anyone could ever do would change that. There were so many things racing through Quinn's head but she could only think to say one.
"I love you too, Daddy," she whispered, holding his hand tightly. "I love both of you."
In the end, there was more than just Quinn and Kurt. There was Davis, a stylist from Vogue that Kurt fell in love with during Fashion Week in Paris the year that William turned two. There was Matthew, a fellow lawyer that Quinn met at a mixer the night Kurt and Davis took a three-year-old William to see the latest Pixar on Ice show. There were a pair of bungalows on the same street and four parents who loved William more than anything. There were a pair of adopted twin girls (Lucy and Elizabeth) from Bangladesh for Davis and Kurt and another little blonde boy named Alexander Kurt that Quinn had a year after she got married. There was a dog, Lima Bean, that went between both houses and family vacations and big rambling dinners during holidays where it didn't matter who was biologically linked whatsoever.
So in the end, there was more than just Quinn and Kurt. In there end, there was a family, one that began all because two people fell in love with the idea of their perfect little boy.