Author Notes; Special thanks to Chaotic-Reactions for being a great beta and to everyone that took the time to review the past two chapters and I hope you take the time to review this one as well. It means a lot to me.

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Rachel hummed the melody of 'A Wonderful Day Like Today' as she unlocked her New York apartment door. She turned and hung up the keys after setting the deadlock, then turnned on her heels to an empty living room. It was cleaner than the state she had left it, dirty plates and bowls, scripts, newspapers, and dirty laundry that she had meant to clean up the night before had been scattered across the room in an embarrassing state. The room was now spotless, minus the collection of Power Rangers on the coffee table. She walked across the room and picked up the Pink Ranger. Someone had glued a tiara to its helmet.

She turned, still holding the recently royalized Power Ranger and belted out "On a wonderful morning like this."

Her voice echoes through the room and then silence returned. She tilted her head peering around the corner and down the hall; nothing.

"When the sun is as big as a yellow balloon; Even the sparrows are singing in tune." The room had wonderful acoustics - it was one of the reasons they selected it. Not to mention the soundproof walls. Despite how refined and beautiful her voice was, they did get a few complaints in their last apartment.

"Hello?" She called out. This was the part when Kurt usually joined in. He never could pass up a Broadway Musical.

She walked down the hallway towards the bedrooms on high alert. She was frightened easily and did not want to be the victim of a scare. She stopped short when she heard a loud splash, followed by a trumpet-like giggle. The bathroom door flew open and a bare naked little girl darted out. She paused momentarily to look up at Rachel, tilted her head back and smiled widely, as if saying 'Look what I did! Isn't it funny?'

Rachel made the mistake of smiling and Eliza took off down the hall to continue her game. Kurt, looking half drowned, rushed out of the bathroom with a towel in hand. Rachel covered her mouth to suppress her giggle. His entire upper torso, shoulders and head were soaked. Rachel could only presume that he had dove head first into their tub.

His tan shirt had became pinkish as his flesh shown through, his small nipples were visible and pointy, his bow tie was droopy and sad. He looked ridiculous and a loud amused snort escaped Rachel's nose. Kurt glared, a look that no doubt could murder a lesser person. Rachel pointed down the hall to advert his attention.

"Barbra Eliza!" Kurt warned, but his voice was playful and lacked any real authority as he tip toed into her room. Kurt was quite aware of their dwindling time and not only had to catch, dry, and dress Eliza, but also had to change himself. Rachel walked behind him stalling at the door, blocking any attempted escapes.

Kurt turned and smiled at Rachel when he heard a giggle from beneath the bed. "I can't find her" Kurt said put his hands on his hips dramatically. "She must have become invisible"

Rachel nodded "Oh no!"

"I'm down here!" Eliza called out, and climbed out from her hiding spot. Kurt put out his arms and looked out distantly, searching the air. "I hear you but I can't see you." He said and felt around. Eliza giggled

"I'm right there, Daddy!" Eliza yelled louder.

Kurt turned and wrapped her towel around her. "Oh thank goodness, I thought I lost you"

Eliza laughed and struggled in his arms as he begun to dry her off.

"I'll dry her hair, while you change" Rachel offered.

Kurt nodded and picked up Eliza bridal style. He walked over to Rachel and handed her off.

"I don't wanna comb my hair."

"Don't want too." Rachel corrected and carried her squirming child into her bedroom. She snatched the comb off her dresser and sat on the bed with her. Rachel handed her the Pink Power Ranger and Eliza stopped fidgeting and turned it over in her hand.

"I like her tiara." Rachel said softly.

Rachel moved behind her and put a leg on each side of her and ran her fingers through her long hair. It was darker than hers but the texture was similar.

"Daddy put it on there" She said and begun to play with it.

"Not surprised." Rachel said and begun brush hair. When she was sure there were no tangles, Rachel hummed the song she had sung previously and Eliza looked up.

"Mommy?"

Rachel stopped "Yes, Baby?"

"I don't want to go to my recital."

Rachel's heart broke. All she wanted for her daughter was for her to follow in her footsteps. She didn't understand her reluctance. She had Rachel's genes and Kurt's influence.

"But Daddy Kurt worked so hard on your dress."

"Pink sucks."

"Don't say suck." Rachel scolded and continued to comb through her hair. "You're going tonight, because we are Berrys and we don't quit."

"Do I have to do it next year?" Eliza asked. Rachel bit her lip and continued to brush her hair.

"We'll talk about it later, ok?"

Kurt stripped off his bow tie and shirt tossed them in the laundry basket. He pushed down his pants and looked up when his phone vibrated on his dresser. He grabbed his booth-tooth and closed the door.

"This is Kurt." Kurt said as he went to his closet looked through outfits.

"Kurt" Cody answered. Cody was his assistant - the most heterosexual man that applied for the job. He wasn't as clever or as qualified as others but he was perceptive, which was valuable to him. However the man was a bit of a drama queen and easily frustrated.

"What now?" Kurt asked and grabbed a white button down shirt, blue vest, black pants, and a brilliant gold bow tie. He sets them on the bed. "I have to leave for the recital in 30 minutes."

"Yes...yes I know..."

Kurt sat down "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Kurt...They hated it"

"Hate is a strong word."

"Hated." He repeated. "They said that the promotion targets women and you're 'type' too strongly"

Kurt frown deeply. "Well...that's hardly offensive." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's small car, isn't that the entire purpose?" He said thinking out loud.

"They are worried by having this promotion that it will affect the sales of their trucks, because men will see it that they sold out or betrayed them somehow."

Kurt nodded listening carefully "Okay...tell the old man I'll completely redo it. I'll have the commercials re-shot, a new slogan, everything."

"Can you give me something specific?" Cody asked hopefully "Something to bring back."

"No...I have to think it up firs.t"

Cody groaned. "Kurt...he wants a story board of what you plan to do in three weeks." He said. "And...well he made it sound like it's your only chance."

"The old biggot hired me knowing what I was." Kurt growled. "I knew the whole speech we want our company to look progressive more than just a working man's truck was bull." Kurt stood up and paced. "I had seniority at Honda...okay...okay. No problem." Kurt said and forced himself to calm down. "Tell him three weeks. I'll have something to knock his loafers off"

Kurt hung up the phone and yanked the blue-tooth off of his ear. He had a recital to get to - he did not have the time to worry about this right now.

Dave leaned against a pillar as he texted -Where r u?-.

He had been looking for his Latino friend for the past twenty minutes and was tired of lugging his suitcases around. He sat down on an empty bench and pulled his suitcases close as he waited for a reply.

Out of boredom he begun to people watch and was amused how pissed off everyone seemed to be. Considering that some of them had been molested and dosed with radiation from the TSA he could understand. Dave tried not to let things get to him personally - he had spent a good portion of his life miserable because how angry he was. A lot of that anger was resolved when he finally accepted himself but counseling helped a lot too.

He turned to his right and noticed the car rental kiosk. He hated rental cars but in preference they were miles ahead of taxis. He was right in the middle of debating of renting a car when his phone vibrated in his hand. Startled, he jumped and dropped it. His cheeks reddened and he bent down to retrieve it and then quickly checked the reply.

-Got held up Brittany is picking u up. Check gift shop. I'll join u at Breadsticks-

"Thanks for the heads up." He grumbled to himself and stood up, gathering his suitcases. There were several gift shops in the terminal. Brittany, being easily distracted, would likely be in the one closest to the entrance.

He walked through the entire terminal when he had finally found her. "You know your girl." He chuckled as he looked through the gift shop window. She hugged a pink dolphin and pulled it away from her and said something to it. He shook his head and headed in. Why were they selling dolphins in Ohio gift shop anyhow?

"Hey there, Gorgeous."

"Thank you, but I'm a lesb..." She turned and stopped she smiled widely when she realized it was David. She squealed and jumped into his arms. Dave had to drop his suitcases to support the blond.

"Oh...OH!" She gasped. "I forgot you, didn't I?"

Dave shook his head "No, I'm early"

She smiled and kissed his cheek. "I missed you."

Dave let her down easily "Missed you too, B."

She put down the pink dolphin "Are you ready, because I am parked illegally."

Dave smirked and shook his head amused. "As soon as I buy that cute dolphin for a friend."

"Really? Who?" Brittany asked. She had been eying it but Santana had explained with such a tight budget they couldn't afford everything she wanted. "And it's a gay shark." She corrected.

Dave picked it up "Yes...the pink gave it away" He said and went to the cash register. He forked out the twenty bucks for it and handed it to Brittany. "It's for you."

Brittany eyes widened, tears instantly streamed down her cheeks and she hugged it tightly. Then she looked up, frowning "But Santana doesn't like handouts." She said, disappointed.

"Good thing it's not a handout." He smiled and put his arm around her. "It's a gift."

The two walked outside to where Brittany had illegally parked.

"Right in the cab line, nice" David said and walked up and threw his suitcases in the back. Brittany gave a short shrug and jumped into the driver's side. A cab behind them honked his horn angrily yelling profanities. Dave flipped the jerk off and got into her 99 Honda Civic. She handed Dave the 'gay shark' when he sat down.

"His name is Afie and he's sensitive to light"

Dave nodded and looked down at the stuffed animal. "Got it." He said and reached into his pocket and put his sunglasses on the toy. It looked ridiculous in his over-priced glasses, but Brittany seemed happy as she started the car and pulled out.

Dave tilted back his head. "So why did Santana get held up?"

"A drug bust, I think." She said and turned the radio and smiled when 'Tic Tok' started playing. "I threw up on Rachel during this song."

Dave smiled "I remember...best assembly ever."

–-

Rachel leaned against the wall as Kurt stood in a circle of the other mothers - they were naturally drawn to him. They loved his sense of humor, his wit, and his fashion knowledge. It pained her to admit that she was jealous that he was so popular. She was desperate for people to like her, although she had learned to tone it down. She pushed down her envy and headed towards the bathroom.

The recital was interesting - five years old weren't known for their attention span and Eliza had decided instead of dancing to the number they had rehearsed to do the Lady Gaga steps that Kurt had taught her. Everyone laughed and Kurt particularly loved it, focusing in with their video camera.

Rachel had smiled along with the others, but her heart sank a little. It had been very cute, but any chances of her attending the Advance Little Miss Dancing Academy were gone.

While still in the stall, she heard the door open and the clicking of heels. She peered between the cracks of the door. Mrs. Kerri was reapplying her lipstick and was surrounded by her usual groupies. Rachel envied her the most. Rich, popular, and her daughter was so well behaved.

"Did you see that?" She said her voice filled with criticism. "She practically ruined the entire show" the others nodded and spoke quietly in the agreement.

"It is obviously her upbringing. I feel sorry for the little terror."

Rachel's brow wrinkled. Was this woman talking about her daughter? Her blood began to boil. Who the hell did she think she was?

Kerri smacked her lips together and turned to her followers. "After all, her mother is an unmarried whore - not to mention they live with that fag. She lets her daughter call it Daddy." She said with a scandalous tone.

Rachel, unable to take any more, slammed the door open. It smacked hard into the stall next to her and echoed in the small space. That space no doubt had grown a lot smaller for Mrs. Kerri Vanderstern.

Rachel took four steps and slapped the taste out of her mouth. Despite being several inches taller, the former Beauty Queen stumbled back and held her cheek her friends, too dumbfounded to speak, and stared at her in stock.

"How dare you!" Kerri hissed.

"No." Rachel said and took another step. The woman paled and genuinely looked afraid. Rachel, empowered, pointed her finger accusingly at the woman. "How dare you!"

Rachel swallowed hard, gathering her courage. Kerri had been a thorn in her side since Rachel had enrolled Eliza in the dance academy two years ago. "I have literally no idea where this overindulgence holy-than-thou attitude comes from. You are just as fake as that spray on tan"

Kerri opened her mouth but Rachel interrupted. "You know what really bothers me? You have to be the most self-righteous left wing hypocritical joke I have ever me,t and I once met Glenn Beck. He was begging for money outside the subway station." Rachel breathed in deeply through her nose. "All you do is try to bring others around you down. I've seen you on TV at the Church footsteps standing with your husband talking about the sanctuary of marriage. You," She hissed, "Have a lot of room to talk when your marriage is a joke. Your husband is screwing his male intern - and of yes he is honey, gays talk and your husband is a regular toe tapper. And everyone knows that all it takes is a wink to get your legs apart! My fathers have been together for thirty years and never been untrue to one another and yet they can't get married!"

Kerri eyes were wide at Rachel's outburst. "You go around throwing words like fag and queer around like you are so much better, yet you have no problem talking to Kurt asking him for fashion advise and then go behind his back insulting him and his family." Rachel gave her a look up and down. "I been with Kurt long enough to know a Phillip Lim knock off when I see it."

"This isn't a knock off." Kerry said pitifully.

"And it's only a matter of time before your sheep," She gestured to her friends, "Realize what the rest of New York already knows - that you are a hedonistic socialite with delusions of grandeur with a eighth grade level of literacy skills. In other word, your blogs suck!"

Kerri gasped. "I...I…"

"And what pisses me off the most," Rachel continued. "is that you are a horrible mother." She swallowed hard. She was so angry she was near tears. "You are cold and distant. You only show up for these things because you're expected too, because you think it will get you something. It doesn't work like that." Rachel said her voice trailing off. "It's about them." She said with a nod. "Whether they want to dance, or sing, or they just want to be strange but wonderful, and it's our job to support them and love them."

Rachel turned and with practice ease stormed out.

"Oh, she's brilliant. Rehearsals start in a month. Definitely a succes d'estime."

Rachel smiled. She hated to interrupt him when he was praising her. "Kurt?" She said looping her arm around his. "I did something stupid."

Kurt eyebrows rose. "Between now and the time you went to the ladies room?"

She nodded she leaned up and whispered. "I slapped Kerri Vanderstern."

"I'm impressed. I wanted to do that for two years."

"It's not funny, Kurt." Rachel said. "She said horrible things about us and I got mad and I told her what I thought of her"

"Like, inner thoughts?"

Rachel nodded. "I just kept talking. God, what if she writes a blog about me I just got my career going again. I'm twenty eight years old, Kurt, I only have so many more shots at starring roles."

Kurt hugged her and kissed the top of her head. "Let's get Eliza and then watch some Ms. Barbra Streisand at home with lots of chocolate and popcorn and we'll talk about boys."

Rachel looked up at him and laughed. "Okay." She said, and took his hand and squeezed it as they went to find their daughter.

– –

Brittany reached out for the fresh bread sticks. "She should be here soon."

Dave glanced over his beer. "Not like me being here was her idea." He complained, and cringed when he saw Brittany's smile fade and her eyes divert to her menu. It looked like she was near tears. "Oh, B, I didn't mean to be short. How about you order whatever you want, my treat."

Brittany looked up and her grin returned. "Okay!"

Dave smiled, crisis averted. It wasn't hard to notice how emotional Brittany was. Several thoughts popped in his head, but he decided to wait and interrogate when her other half arrived. Santana would not appreciate if he quizzed Brittany without her, and despite out weighing twice more wasn't going to risk getting her pissed off.

"Can I get dessert first?"

David nodded. "Life is short. Go for it"

Brittany grinned and signaled for the waitress. "I'll order for Santana too."

"She won't be mad?"

Brittany shook her head. "As long as I don't get too creative." She said and went through the list on the menu. "I want that cake with the pudding topping." Brittany said and looked at the waitress. "I want that before my meal." She scanned the menu and the waitress turned to Dave. "Another beer?"

Dave nodded. "Yeah, but when my meal comes, I'll take the Parmesan chicken."

"I want the spaghetti - two plates one for me and one for my wife. Extra meatballs, too."

The waitress nodded. "It will be right out."

"More bread sticks too!" Brittany called out behind her.

"You're going to explode if you eat any more bread sticks." Santana said, and walked towards them still in full police gear.

"Wow you look like a stripper." Dave laughed. Santana glared at him and sat down next to Brittany and kissed her.

"Let's see if I got any dollar bills."

"Unless you got some twenties in there, I suggest you put it away before I break you hand"

Dave laughed and put his wallet back in place. "Glad you decided to join us."

Santana let out an exhausted sigh. "Believe me, if I could I would have went AWOL." She said and grabbed a bread stick and bit into it. "So how was your trip?" She asked with her mouth full.

"Dreadful, exhausting, overly crowded, the pat downs were a plus." He said with a smirk. "He was cute."

"Slut." She laughed and Brittany giggled. Santana glanced over at her partner and smiled. She was so cute and beautiful. She placed her hand on Brittany's bare leg and let it slip up her dress slightly. She had no intention of molesting her wife in public – it was more or less a show of affection and interest.

Brittany placed her hand on top of Santana's and smiled at David.

"So...this Glee thing was that bullshit?" He asked and finished his beer.

"It was when I told you, but Finn liked the idea so he's getting everyone together. They should be streaming in this week."

David nodded. "It's nice to see you both, but what's up?" He asked. "Are you in trouble?"

"Sperm."

Dave had bitten into his bread stick right then and nearly choked on it. "What?" he coughed.

"You know, baby batter, your cream, load, jizz, protein slurpee."

Dave turned several shades of red "Well." He said. "For artificial insemination, I presume."

"Oh, there's the wit that made you such a good candidate, but no...on the artificial. " Santana said softly.

Dave put down his half eaten bread stick. "You kinda lost me there."

Santana sighed heavily and Brittany squeezed her hand. "Ohio doesn't recognize Civil Unions. Brittany and I had to legally change our names so that we could even have the same surname and although my insurance will pay for me to get the turkey baster it won't for Brittany. I can't do it...it's hard enough being a woman in the police force here. The fact that I'm a lesbian makes it twice that hard - I can't afford to lose any time in my career. I want to be Chief one day."

Dave nodded. "Well I'm working on a major case right now but I can start filing some lawsuits for you. Ohio is a in between state so we have a shot..."

"No...you don't understand." Santana interrupted. "It would be grande y todo for Ohio to change it's laws, but lawsuits like that would take years and rarely resolve anything. I don't need to be throwing chum into the shark tank if you know what I mean."

"Then I don't understand...wait." Dave said and looked between them. "You want me," He said and pointed at Brittany. "To do it the old fashion way?"

"I don't have a penis." Brittany pointed out.

"Yeah...you see, Santana, I'm not sure if you remember, but I'm gay"

"Exactly. I don't want someone that would enjoy it to be with my wife."

Dave slumped into his seat covering his face. "I had dreams like this in high school...that I had to sleep with women."

"Yay, cake." Brittany said as the waitress bought over their orders, although Dave wasn't sure how hungry he was now being that all he could think of was girl parts.

"Eat up, guys." The waitress said with a bright smile and left them to their food. The table was very quiet for several minutes.

"I can pay for it." He said "I'll pay for you to get the artificial insemination."

"Santana." Brittany said, gripping her hand. "Please...I like Dave, but he's hairy. Take the money."

"We can't ask you to do that."

"But you can ask me to sleep with her?" He said, gesturing to Brittany and ignored the hairy remark. "I don't think I could even get it up!"

Santana rolled her eyes "Brittany has been taking fertility drugs to promote ovulation we kinda have a time frame here."

"So you guys were going to do this without telling me first?"

Santana crossed her arms. "You're not the only sperm donor, just the number one on our list."

Dave smiled. "I'm honored, but only if you are going to let me pay for this."

Santana wiped away a tear. "Yeah...for you and her."

"Yay." Brittany said with a mouthful of cake.

"I want to be Uncle David, and I want my mom and dad be able to see it."

Santana eyebrow lifted and she crossed her arms. "Fine." She said. "Being that my parents are bastards at least the kid will have two sets of grandparents."

Dave smiled sadly. It wasn't really a secret that Santana's parents had disowned her when she had came out. He looked down at his food and took a hesitate bite.

After paying the bill, Dave and the girls walked out to the parking lot. Santana reached into Brittany's purse. "Here you go." She said and threw him the keys. "Take Brit's car to the hotel and she can ride with me."

"You sure?"

Santana nodded and wrapped her arms around Brittany "Yeah, we'll see you tomorrow, Stud."

"Don't hurt Mindy!" Brittany called out.

Santana snorted and didn't offer up the explanation that her car was named Mindy. He just stood there, watching them walk away, perplexed.

Santana parked in a driveway that she often used to catch speeders coming into town. It was well hidden and the house behind it was abandon and overgrown it made the perfect spot for a private conversation. She turned towards Brittany. "You look beautiful."

Brittany turned from where she had been looking out the window. "Thank you...I feel crabby from the hormone treatments."

Santana unbuckled herself and scooted closer. "I know, and I love you so much for going through it. You are so brave."

Brittany tilted her head. "You're brave every day. This isn't brave."

Santana smiled softly, cupped her cheeks and leaned in to kiss her tenderly. "You're amazing." She whispered and kissed her a little harder. Brittany wrapped her arms around her neck and deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue passed her lips and explored her mouth.

Santana moaned. She tasted so sweet and not just from the cake. Santana felt her panties moisten with need she repositioned herself to where her knees were on the seat. She grabbed Brittany by the hips and pulled her down in the seat. Santana pushed up her skirt slowly and revealed her pink lacy panties. Her hairless sex was visible through the thin fabric.

"You are so sexy."

"So are you." Brittany said, and reached up and tried to unbutton her uniform Santana gently grabbed her hand and stopped her.

"No baby...this is about you." Santana said and reached up pulled down her underwear slowly. "Just you, okay?"

Brittany nodded as Santana opened the door behind her to provide more room. She took off her belt and gun and helped Brittany remove her dress over her head. Her breast were milky white and her pale nipples were erect. Santana leaned up and kissed Brittany hungrily, their tongues fighting for control. When the need for air became overwhelming Santana turned and attacked the delicate skin of Brittany's neck. Brittany squirmed beneath her. She loved to be kissed all over and Santana loved to make her happy. She kissed down her collarbone and licked down the swell of her breast. She found a nipple and sucked on it eagerly and swirled her tongue. Brittany's breath hitched. Her nipples were so sensitive she hoped that having a baby didn't change that. She switched nipples giving it equal treatment. "Santana." She moaned.

Santana chuckled at her impatience and kissed down her stomach. She moved down to where she was laying on her stomach, half of her body outside the cruiser and spread Brittany's legs. Santana savored the sight of her lover's pussy. She inhaled her unique scent deeply. It made her mouth water with want. She leaned down kissed it and gently caressed it. She explored her soft folds with her thumbs causing Brittany to squirm. She licked outside the pussy lips first and with a broad, flat stroke she worked in her way inside of her. She plunged her tongue deep inside of her hole and fucked her with it.

Brittany was moaning loudly by the time Santana had worked her way to her clit and begun to toy with it. She licked around the clit and made a circle over the top and bottom of the sensitive flesh. She drew her clit into her mouth and sucked.

Brittany jerked with pleasure and grabbed Santana by the hair. Her legs trembled uncontrollably. She pushed two digits into her and begun to thrust them in and out of her as she flicked her tongue over her clit and hummed.

"Santana!" Brittany cried, her breath uneven. Brittany curled her toes and her back arched as she came with exploding force. Santana continue to stimulate Brittany until a soft whine escaped her lips and she sat up. Her lips and chin were covered in her sweet juice, which Santana licked clean, savoring every drop.

"My toes are numb." Brittany giggled.

Santana grinned. "Job well done, then?"

Brittany closed and her eyes and nodded in acknowledgment. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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