Month 1:

If there's one thing Santana Lopez is, it's dedicated to her job. From the time she graduated college and took a position in the mailroom of a law firm through her completion of law school and the time she was offered a position as partner in the firm ten years later, she eat, slept and breathed work. The thing is though, because she spends so much time focused on her career, she's completely sacrificed her personal life. Girlfriends get tired of her inability to devote time fully to them and at the age of forty, she finds herself totally and completely alone.

She hadn't known that she wanted to have kids until she went to the doctor and found out that she couldn't. There was scarring on her uterus from a surgery she'd had when she was younger and when she sat in her car after her doctor's appointment, she realized that she was missing out on something big. When she came to that realization, it was accompanied by big ugly sobs that she never would have let anyone else see and she became obsessed with the idea of having a baby. She had more money than she ever would have needed but she couldn't do something that felt like it should be natural. Maybe if she would have settled down with another woman, she could have had a baby that way, but that wasn't the case and she had to figure something out.

It comes when she least expects it. She meets pregnant woman on the street—something that had begun to make her extremely emotional—and the woman tells her that she's a surrogate. Santana had never considered paying someone else to carry her baby, but suddenly that felt like the most genius idea in the world. So she finds an agency and she sets up an appointment, feeling incredibly nervous when she gets the phone call that they've found someone to match her up with. Her eggs are find, she found a sperm donor, so basically, she's just going to rent out someone's uterus to make her a baby.

When she sits in the waiting room of the surrogacy agency the day she's set to meet her potential surrogate, Santana is more of a nervous wreck than she was the first time she went to meet with Gina, the owner of the company. She smooths her skirt of her legs and tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She knows that she's paying for this, but she wants to make a good first impression on her potential surrogate. When she's nervous, she has to pee, so she gets up and makes her way to the bathroom. Just as she opens the door, she feels something behind it and a very angry looking blonde steps out of the way.

"Ever think that there might be someone behind the door before you shove it open?" The woman rolls her eyes, popping her gum, and Santana sucks in a breath.

"I'm sorry, I saw that the door was unlocked."

"That's usually what happens before someone leaves the room."

The woman walks away, leaving Santana flustered. She uses the bathroom and by the time she's done, she realizes that her name has already been called. She goes up to the receptionist's desk and she leads her back to a conference room. Gina is sitting there and much to Santana's surprise, so is the woman from the bathroom. Santana looks her over and notices that she's wearing a shirt with a picture of a very large cat on it and her shorts are way shorter than anything Santana would ever consider wearing to a professional meeting. Then it hits her, this woman is the surrogate and Santana's eyes widened.

"Shouldn't surprise me that you're rich." The woman blurts out and Santana pinches the bridge of her nose. Does she not care at all about making some kind of impression? Clearly not and Santana feels secondhand embarrassment.

"I'm Santana, Santana Lopez."

"Brittany, Brittany Pierce." Brittany seems to mimic Santana's voice and Santana looks over at Gina, expecting her to say something.

Instead of saying anything, Gina starts talking about contracts. Part of Santana has a really bad feeling about developing a surrogacy relationship with this woman who seems like she hates her, but at the same time, she waited a month to be matched up with Brittany and she really, really wants a baby. So she signs the contract and is almost surprised when Brittany does too. They even end up shaking hands and even though Brittany continues to pop her gum, she seems almost happy that Santana picked her.

A week later, Santana is at the fertility doctor with her legs spread on the table. Because she was trying to prove that as a mother she won't be as much of a workaholic, she takes the afternoon off of work. She can't believe that they're going to harvest her eggs today and that Brittany is in the room across the hall, ready to be implanted with these embryos and in a few weeks, Santana will know whether or not she's going to be a mom. According to Gina, she probably won't have much contact with Brittany during the pregnancy, except for the doctor's appointments that she's contractually obligated to allow Santana to come to, so it's weird that she won't get to experience everything about pregnancy that she would have if she wasn't infertile.

"Hey." Santana runs into Brittany in the waiting room after she is done with her appointment. This time, she's wearing a shirt with a bone on it that reads I find this humerus and Santana is still a little confused about how to interact with her.

"Oh, hey. I guess you want to give me a list of crap I can and can't do while you wait to hear if I'm pregnant, huh?"

"You don't even know me."

"I totally know your type though. You probably eat all organic granola and nasty shit like that."

"I really don't know why seem to hate me so much."

"I don't hate you, I don't even know you to hate me. Just must be nice to have a boatload of money." Brittany shrugs, then turns away. "I'll call you when I know."