A/N: Heya guys :) Okay so don't hate me, but here is the first big showdown :O I was torn over Sam's reaction, however I can see him more the way I decided to describe him than in any other way. Also I think Rachel has more than enough things to deal with :D

Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading this chapter :) Just another quick note on the side, I am going on my annual holiday on Monday, so I won't be able to update for the next two weeks :(

Thank you everyone for your support and your encouraging words! Always love to hear your feedback.

xx Hum

Rachel was trying to pull herself together, but she couldn't help the tears that were streaming down her face. She was sitting on her couch, feeling alienated. Blaine was sitting next to her, squeezing her hand. Kurt and Sam were sitting across from them, crossing their arms in front of their chests. Jesse was sitting on the side, not sure what he was even doing here anymore.

Nobody knew what to say, trying to let the situation sink in. It all felt like a bad dream to Rachel. Just minutes earlier they were all standing on the street, shouting at each other. It felt like a standoff. It was Blaine who suggested for all of them to continue this discussion indoors.

The mood was tense and nobody dared to speak. Everyone was on edge, not knowing who would explode first. There were so many unanswered questions in the room.

Rachel's sobs didn't help. Worse was that Blaine was sitting next to her, holding her hand. For Sam it felt like this was a confirmation, that both of them were aware and intentionally withheld this information.

Kurt didn't know what to think. He was confused, he was angry, he didn't know what to think. Seeing Blaine comforting Rachel seemed wrong. What did they knew, that he didn't? Did he even want to know? Kurt was wondering what to do, deep inside he probably knew what was happening - still this current situation seemed so much like Pandora's Box. If he would open it, a whole lot of bad would turn up - but if he would leave it closed, there would always be that terrible itch called doubt.

"This is nonsense." Kurt finally broke the silence. "There must be some kind of mistake, right?" He decided to leave the box closed. It would be better this way. Wouldn't it be?

"Kurt..." Blaine started, not really knowing what to say.

"Don't Blaine. Just don't!" Kurt replied and gestured him to stop. Kurt took a deep breath, closing his eyes and massaging his temples. He couldn't listen to this, he didn't want to.

"I am so sorry..." Rachel whispered, trying to dry her tears.

"What are you sorry for? This must all be a misunderstanding right? Right? Rachel?" Kurt asked, desperation in his voice.

Rachel couldn't bear to answer and simply shook her head.

"I am out. I don't even know what to say - seriously Rachel, I asked you to come back to me and instead I have to hear that you apparently whored around three years ago. Surrogate, right. Seriously I cannot believe you did this." Jesse sneered, jumping of his chair and leaving. He didn't even yell at her, he was just in disbelief. This situation seemed ridiculous to him - they had almost kissed earlier, he had wanted her back and know he had to realize that his wife had cheated on her.

"Don't you dare call her a whore! What the hell dude?! YOU are such a SCUMBAG, seriously!" Sam jumped to Rachel's defence, calling Jesse out. Yes he was hurt, yes he was confused - but he couldn't stand anyone insulting her. He couldn't help himself, but Rachel was still very important to him - even after all these years, even after coming to realize she had hidden his son from him... maybe he would change his opinion, when he had heard her out. That was, after all, the reason he was here in the first place.

"Wow, how great is that? So what, you guys had an affair the whole time? Did you know? You SCREWED my wife and you must be so happy I am gone, what? Did she tell you we were kissing just now? See what kind of a WHORE she is?" Jesse asked his finger poking repeatedly into Sam's chest. Blaine could have sworn he saw a rage vein pulsing ferociously on Sam's forehead and maybe he was right, because Sam was pushing Jesse forcefully away from him.

"Don't touch me! You never deserved Rachel! You are just some self-absorbed, self-enamoured jerk, who cares about nothing and no one. Even less so Rachel - you neglected her, you hurt her, you ignored her feelings." Sam replied, towering over Jesse. It probably helped that he was probably about three to four inch taller than him.

"And you do deserve her? Aren't you just upset, that Rachel chose me years ago? She chose me over you and you were never able to get over it, isn't it? You know what, Sam? I don't give a damn anymore, you can have her - I am done with her. I am through with all this shit!" Jesse said, storming out of the house. They had to admit, Jesse really was a diva - because this storm out was legendary diva manoeuvre.

Sam was fuming. He wanted to hit Jesse and it cost him all his control to not lose his cool. He was walking around in circles, making the other even more tense.

"Sit down."

Sam was pacing, really. This situation was so tricky.

"SIT!" Kurt yelled at Sam, who stopped in his motion, looking at him in shock. Sam however did oblige and sat down.

"Rachel, I don't understand. Please explain." Kurt finally said, trying to be as calm as possible.

Rachel, who was silent the entire time of Jesse's and Sam's "discussion", sat up to look at her best friend.

"I didn't know Kurt - you have to believe me. I am so sorry. I am sorry Sam, I didn't mean to do that - to neither one of you." She said as calm as possible. "I really thought Dalton is your son Kurt, yours or Blaines. Sam and I we had a.. well we slept with each other at Quinn's and Noah's wedding and maybe you remember, that was about two to three weeks before the insemination. I didn't know I was pregnant then already and when they confirmed my pregnancy I really believed it was because of the insemination." She explained further. They had to believe she didn't do it intentionally, she never meant to hurt anyone.

Kurt took a deep breath.

"How long did you know?"

"Kurt.. please you have to understand. Rachel didn't know. She didn't want to harm anyone." Blaine said in Rachel's defence.

"HOW LONG?" Kurt raised his voice, gripping his chair so tight, that the white of his knuckles were showing.

"Since we went to the central park zoo..." Rachel replied softly.

Kurt let out a ironic chuckle. "Are you serious? You knew for over six weeks? And you didn't think that is something you should have shared with me?" Kurt obviously disappointed, redirected his gaze towards Blaine.

"Did you know? Tell me you didn't know, Blaine!"

"I can't..." Blaine whispered. He was feeling terribly guilty for lying to his husband and he knew Kurt would not be able to forgive him. Kurt was probably boiling inside.

"That's why you needed the picture, wasn't it?" Sam finally said, eyeing his best friend.

"Yes - I am sorry Sam. I had to confirm for myself, that it was true." Blaine replied. "I confronted Rachel with the fact that Dalton looks like toddler Sam, Kurt."

"And you didn't think it was relevant to tell me about it?" Kurt asked. He could feel the anger boiling up, the feeling of betrayal.

"Kurt... you must believe me, when I tell you that it wasn't intentional. We didn't want to hurt you." Blaine tried to reason with his husband, pleading with him to understand.

"You didn't want to hurt me? Are you serious Blaine? Maybe you should have told me then, maybe YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME, THAT MY SON IS NOT ACTUALLY MY SON!" Kurt yelled. He couldn't help himself anymore. What the hell was happening? Blaine was his husband, he was supposed to be honest to him. He was supposed to be on his side and not betray him. And Rachel... she was his best friend, how could she keep such a secret from him? This was not okay, this was not fair!

"AND YOU RACHEL! HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME? YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND! My best friend... and now.. now you are telling me that you are sorry, that my son - MY SON - is actually Sam's?" Kurt couldn't believe them.

"Kurt.." Sam said, putting a hand on Kurt's shoulder, who brushed him off.

"No Sam, no! Don't YOU have anything to say to this? They didn't tell your either..."

"Kurt... please stop. Sam I am so sorry - to both of you. Listen I never meant for this to happen, but can we not find a solution? For Dalton's sake?" Rachel pleaded with both of them.

"You cannot be serious Rachel. For Dalton's sake? The boy who is not even my son?" Kurt hissed.

Blaine gasped at his husband's word and he felt Rachel tense next to him.

"Kurt... you did not just mean that..." Blaine said.

"Blaine.. you.. I cannot even... you knew Blaine, you knew! How could you know and not tell me? Is there anything else I should know? While we are at telling the truth, what else happened? Did you had another affair? Did you screw around with someone else?" Kurt snarled angrily. He was surprised at how calm he was, but his words were like cutting knifes.

"STOP! Stop it Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed. "You are hurt, I get it - but don't say things you are going to regret later."

"Things I WILL REGRET? ARE YOU KIDDING ME BLAINE? YOU KNEW! YOU BETRAYED ME! YOU AND RACHEL!" Kurt jumped of his chair, glaring angrily at his husband. "YOU MUST THINK OF ME AS A DAMN JOKE! DID YOU LAUGH? DID YOU THINK IT WAS FUNNY? DID YOU THINK I WOULDN'T MIND RAISING SOMEONE ELSE'S CHILD?" Kurt had enough, did they think he was a fool? They could not just put a child in his hand and pretend it was his. He wanted his own kid and not someone else's.

"Kurt don't go there, I am begging you..." Blaine pleaded. He knew his husband was hurting and he would lie, if he didn't understand - but what he was saying about Dalton - alienating him - was not okay. Worse, Blaine knew that if Kurt wouldn't stop, he would drag Rachel to a point of no return. A point where Rachel would go all tiger mommy on him.

"GO WHERE BLAINE? YOU KNEW AND YOU WITHOLD THIS INFORMATION FROM ME! DON'T YOU THINK IT WOULD HAVE BEEN IMPORTANT FOR ME TO KNOW, THAT THE CHILD WE RECEIVED FROM RACHEL WAS IN FACT" Kurt hesitated for a moment, knowing that he would regret his next words, nevertheless he couldn't help himself but say it, "HER CUCKOO'S EGG THAT SHE NEEDED TO GET RID OFF. SHE PLANTED A FAKE SON IN OUR ARMS!"

"Get out!" It was only a low hiss, but everyone had heard it. Heads were turning towards the shaking, petite figure on the sofa. Rachel couldn't believe what Kurt had said. She had tried to be understanding, she had tried to be apologetic - but Kurt had crossed the line. She understood that he was hurt, but she did not do it intentionally. In fact she hadn't known that Dalton was Sam's son either, until a couple of weeks ago. Accusing her of knowing, of wanting to get rid of her one night stands "product" was not only offensive, it was absolutely brazen. Even worse, how could Kurt call her son a cuckoo's egg? Something unwanted, when Dalton was the most precious thing in Rachel's life.

"Rachel.." Blaine tried to sooth his friend, by squeezing her hand, but it was to no avail. Rachel was staring right at Kurt.

"GET OUT! DON'T YOU EVER DARE TO SPEAK LIKE THIS ABOUT MY SON, EVER AGAIN!" She yelled at Kurt, anger glimmering in her eyes.

Kurt was surprised by her outrage. He was taken aback, as he hadn't expected it. Still he obliged, he was to angry and to proud to admit that he might had overstepped the line. Without any other word Kurt simply left. The front door made a loud bang and Rachel was visibly shaken.

"I am sorry, I am sure he didn't mean it Rach."

"He did Blaine. He meant every word of it." Her voice was unusually cold and steady. She was wiping her tears away and sniffing her nose.

Blaine was affectionately squeezing her hand. He sighed heavily. This was far from over and he didn't expect it to go this way. Still, at the moment he had to comfort Rachel and there was still Sam, who was scarily silent.

Sam in fact did follow the whole conversation. After his heated discussion with Jesse, he had tried to gather as many information as possible. He had to admit that Kurt's outburst did shock him - on the other hand he could understand it. Still the way Kurt handled the situation was not okay. He understood Rachel was upset and well, he was just torn. He was disappointed that his friends didn't tell him, but on the other hand they hadn't known for that long either, did they now? Sam sighed, he was torn but at the moment he had to give them the benefit of doubt.

"Rachel," Sam started finally, looking at her he admitted: "I don't know what to think."

She nodded slightly. "Sam I am sorry for what happened and for what you had to experience. I never intended for you or Kurt to be hurt. I honestly didn't know that Dalton is yours and when I knew, when Blaine confronted me - this was a situation we had to wrap our heads around ourselves first."

"Sam you have to believe me, we didn't want to keep this from you. When I asked you for your picture, I wasn't sure myself and before I could tell you I had to ask Rachel. I had to speak to Kurt and well you see that didn't went well at all. I didn't mean to hurt you and I hope you can forgive me." Blaine said. He was feeling already terrible about the issues with his spouse, he really needed his best friend to forgive him.

"Blaine. Rachel. I... I feel overwhelmed. I don't know what to think, because I have just realized I have a two year old son. I am confused, I am upset and I am angry." Sam said. He could see how Blaine's and Rachel's shoulders were sinking in defeat. Luckily Sam wasn't finished yet. Also he had to congratulate himself for having such a calm and steady voice. The only reason for that, was probably that he thought of himself being in some kind of super odd dream.

"I would be lying though, if I said I couldn't understand your reasoning. You probably felt the same confusion I did. I want to believe you Rachel, that you didn't know until recently and that you would not have cut me out of my son's life, if you would have known from the beginning. You would have told me, right?"

"I would have." She replied, giving Sam a weak smile. She was grateful that Sam at least tried to understand the situation.

Sam just wanted to reply to Rachel, when a little voice interrupted them.

"Mommy...?" Dalton was standing at the door frame of the living room, tightly clutching his little bunny. He was looking incredibly sad, tears in his eyes. He must had woken up a while ago - no wonder with all the yelling that had happened.

Rachel was immediately up to hug her son. She could only hope that he hadn't heard what had happened down here. She could only hope, that he hadn't heard what Kurt had said.

"Hey buddy, what are you doing up?" Blaine asked walking over to Rachel and Dalton. He was kneeling in front of his son and stroking his cheek.

"Mommy... Dada why were you yelling with Papi?" Of course he had heard Kurt yelling. How couldn't he have - probably the whole neighbourhood had heard them.

"Nothing you need to worry about. We are sorry that you woke up, buddy!" Blaine said, trying to soothe his sons obvious worries.

"But why were you yellin'? Mommy said yellin' is no good." Dalton stated. Sometimes Rachel thought her son was too smart for his own good. He was sharp and observing and it hurt Rachel, that those qualities where hurting him now.

"Baby, mommy, papi and dada had some miscommunications. You don't have to worry, okay?" Rachel smiled at her son, who slowly nodded. Dalton yawned and rubbed his eyes, clearly being tired. "Okay, how about we get you back to bed?"

"Rachel let me. You go and talk to Sam." Blaine said, taking Dalton in his arms. Rachel placed a kiss on Daltons head and let Blaine take the little boy up the stairs to his bedroom.

Rachel sat down back with Sam in the living room.

"He really looks like me." His gaze was following Blaine, who was carrying Dalton to his room. He still couldn't believe he had a son.

"Do you want to get to know him?" Sam's eyes went straight to Rachel. He hadn't expected her to offer this. When he thought about her words, he knew he wanted to. He really wanted to get to know Dalton and.. and Rachel. Maybe this was the chance, he was waiting for.