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Brittany told me to get down to the clinic right away and so I did. I had to be there for my friends. In my mind as Ava and I stood on the subway I thought of all the things that could've gone wrong. Were they infertile? Were there no sperm donors willing to donate to a lesbian couple? I didn't know and I was freaking out.

I practically ran into the clinic, Ava close behind me.

"Wait for me!" She called out, racing to my side. I took her hand and we approached the front desk together.

"I'm looking for Santana Lopez," I said to the receptionist.

"Are you Miss Rachel Berry?" She asked. I nodded. "Alright, then you may go in. Room 513."

I thanked her and Ava and I sped off to find the room. It wasn't too far down the corridor, the first room on the left, and I immediately flung open the door and entered in my usual dramatic fashion.

Santana sat on an examining table, a doctor on her one side, Brittany on the other. "Glad you could make it, Rachel, Ava." Brittany said with a smile.

I opened my mouth to reply, when suddenly Ava dropped my hand and walked over to a row of chairs. "Ava, sweetie, what are you-" I stopped when I saw the man sitting in one of the chairs, his eyes transfixed on my confused daughter. I stifled a gasp. "Sam," I said.

Brittany plopped down next to where Sam and I sat in the waiting room, placing two cups of hot coffee in front of us. "You both look so tired," She explained sweetly, before rising and going back into the room. Sam and I picked up the Styrofoam cups awkwardly and we both took a sip, his a large gulp and mine a dainty swallow. When Sam looked back up at me I did realize he looked…worn out. Tired. Distressed, even.

"So," I began. "How did you get selected to donate sperm to Santana and Brittany? Your hair isn't even naturally blonde,"

Sam choked on his coffee. I patted his back. "Y-yes it is." He stuttered.

"Don't you remember that time I walked in on your dye treatment?" I teased.

He chuckled in response. "Okay, so maybe I said it was natural."

I rolled my eyes. "Trust me Sam, no one thinks that's natural,"

"Well, to answer your question, I became a donor to sort of, make myself feel better." Sam began, taking another sip of his coffee before placing it down on the table. I did the same.

"A little strong for me," I explained.

"I could go get you some creamer,"

"No thank you,"

Sam shrugged and continued. "I hurt you so bad, Rachel. I hurt my family so fricking bad. It made me feel like crap,"

"And you think this is going to make up for it?" I questioned harshly.

"I hope so,"

"Trust me, it won't." I hissed. "I don't want you around Ava,"

"Why not?" Sam asked, his voice rising slightly. "You think you can just tell me to stay away and I will?"

"You should, she's my daughter! You lost any chance to be in my life or hers!" I got up and began to walk back to Santana's room.

Sam shook his head. "That's too bad, because I have a little information you might like to know." I turned around quickly, stopping in my tracks, and he smiled. "The whereabouts of one of your old loves."

"Who?" I asked curiously. "And how did you find out?"

Sam pulled something from his coat pocket. A newspaper. He stood up and placed it in my hands. "Guess who's playing the male lead in the next production of Phantom."

I opened the paper slowly and hesitantly, drawing in a sharp breath when I saw the picture on the front page. "Jesse St. James. I should've known."

"According to the article he's going to 'make his dramatic Broadway return in one of the most iconic musicals of all time'." Sam said and we both laughed uneasily.

"That man disgusts me even more than you," I added, handing the paper back.

"Ummm…thank you?"

"Mom," We both looked up, Ava stood a few feet away. "Aunt Brittany and Aunt Santana want to see you,"

"I am so sorry, Rachel," Santana said as soon as I walked into the room. "We didn't know it would be…him."

"It's not your fault," I soothed, hugging her briefly before doing the same with Brittany. "God, I can't believe out of all the available donors you got Sam Evans!"

"Weird, huh?" Brittany remarked, pushing her hair behind her ears. "Maybe it's Fate, trying to say that you two should be together-"

"No," I cut her off. "Been there, done that. It wasn't a pretty ending for us,"

"Brittany didn't mean it that way, Rachel." Santana stated defensively. "She's just trying to be optimistic,"

"Well, then call me a pessimist," I snorted.

"So," Brittany tried to change the subject. "Should we still go through with it?"

"Are there any other donors?" I asked.

"No," replied Santana. "No one else who has all the qualities we want is willing to give sperm to two lesbians."

"I think so," I answered honestly. "I don't want you guys to not have a kid because of me. You'll be great mothers."

When I exited the room, I was a little taken aback to see Sam and Ava sitting down next to each other, talking as Ava stared down at the newspaper I had been shown earlier.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

"I'm talking to Sam," explained Ava. "And guess what Mom? Jesse's in town! That guy from my dream, remember? Can I go meet him too?"

"No," I said harshly. "Ava, let's go."

"Please Mommy-"

"Rachel-" began Sam.

"Ava Barbra Berry, now."

Sam and Ava looked at each other and Ava took my hand loyally, waving goodbye to Sam as we walked away. They both knew I was dead serious.

When we got home, I was surprised that Ava wasn't in one of her moods.

"How does Jesse come into the story?" She asked.

"He shows up real soon, actually," I said. "In fact, his part is next. Want me to tell it?"

Of course, Ava said yes.

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