Rachel knew she had been unreasonably hard on Finn. It wasn't his fault that some freaky meteor had fallen to the Earth, causing all of humanity to to basically switch roles where pregnancy was concerned.
Deciding to make the best of the situation, Rachel threw herself into her work, going to auditions, maintaining their home, taking care of Finn, who was currently getting his ass kicked by morning sickness.
Finn could eat nothing more than saltine crackers, and of all strange things, onion rings. Not the hot deep fried ones but the chip ones as he had explained to Rachel when she had gone to the store to grocery shop. He laid in bed, watching some talk show, which he was not paying attention to.
When the phone rang, he was greatful, that Rachel had thought to bring it into the room.
"Speak to me." He answered in a croaky voice, his throat sore from having thrown up three times that morning.
"Finn, man you sound like shit!" Kurt exclaimed. "Blaine and I are calling to invite you and Rachel over for dinner tonight, but I am guessing the answer would be a no?"
"Dude you have no idea. Why the hell did the meteor have to hit, how the hell have women been putting up with this forever?" Finn replied, and was confused when he was met with chuckling from both Kurt and Blaine on the other end of the phone.
"Finn, are you pregnant?" Blaine asked cautiously.
"If my body is any indication, it is an alien." Finn replied as he held back a yawn. "My body has been invaded."
Blaine and Kurt both chuckled again. "Try having all of that times two under one roof." Kurt answered.
Realization hit Finn. "Wait! What? Are both of you pregnant?"
"Yes, Finn, both Blaine and I are pregnant. Thankfully neither of us has morning sickness as bad as you. Have you had an appointment at the clinic yet? They may be able to help you with it."
Finn shook his head, forgetting for a moment that they could not see him. When Rachel had returned from her shopping trip, which included a new dress since retail therapy helps anything, she sat on the bed looking at Finn confused.
"Who is it?" She asked, setting a small plate of saltines by Finn.
"Kurt and Blaine. Hey guys I am going to put you on speaker." Finn pushed the speaker button and set the phone on the bed.
"Rachel, how do you feel about being an Aunt?" Blaine began.
"What are you pregnant too Blaine?" She said without knowinf if Finn had told them or not.
"Yes, looks like Finn and I will be taking the pregnancy together. However Kurt being a diva decided he wanted in on the action too." A slap could be heard through the phone, followed by chuckling and whispers of "I love you".
"You're telling me I am going to have to deal with all three of you pregnant at the same time?" Rachel asked, the shock settling in.
"Awe, don't worry sweetie, I doubt the three of us pregnant, can out diva, or out dramatize you." Kurt chuckled.
"Kurt, that was mean. It was supposed to be me having a baby, not my husband and his brother and his brother's husband." She got off of the bed and pouted. "I sure as hell hope my dads are using condoms."
"Ew Rachel did you just bring up your dads doing THAT?" Finn exclaimed as he slowly munched on a cracker.
"Finn, they are in love and together." She stared at him pointedly. "They are not too old for sex, but they are too old to be having a baby, or even two babies."
"Thanks Rachel, now I just imagined my dad and Carole." Kurt said but was interrupted by Finn.
"Gross no, I refuse to think of my mom and Burt...no not..." Finn gasped as he jumped out of the bed and ran for he bathroom.
"Guess the thought of our parents having sex, still is an issue, even though we are adults." Blaine sighed.
"Well one thing, all of our dads are too old to get pregnant." Kurt replied.