Quinn's POV:
I stare down at the little pink stick, and feel the tears coming as the pink plus sign appears. I slide down on the ground and let my tears run down my cheeks. This isn't possible, Sam used protection! I let a sob escape. I hear my phone go off, and I pick it up. Sam. I do my best to stop crying, and answer it.

"Hello?" I say weakly.

"Hey, I was just calling to be sure you were okay... you seemed distracted all day, and then you rushed out of the school without saying goodbye." said Sam's, soft, caring voice.

"Oh, um, yeah I'm fine, just a bit under the weather... "

Not a lie, I thought. All those times I thought I had eaten something bad, it was really morning sickness.

"Sorry baby. Want me to come over?" he said softly.

"No! I mean, no it's fine, don't want you getting sick too..."

"Alright. I've got to go. Feel better." he sighed.

"Thanks... love you."

"Love you too."

We hang up, and I feel more tears escaping my eyes. How can I tell Sam? He has a great life ahead of him, and I'm just coming in and ruining it! I lie down on the bathroom floor and let myself cry freely. Why does this stuff always happen to me?

*A few hours later*

I wake up, and the first thing that hits me is the fact that I'm still on my bathroom floor. I sit up and rub my neck, which now hurts like crazy. I push myself off the ground and walk to my room. The house is still empty, my Dad's at work and my Mom's probably out shopping. I grab my diary and flop down on my bed.

"Dear Diary
why does this kind of stuff always happen to me? We were careful, and somehow it still happens. How will I tell Sam? Tell him that I've ruined his life? I can't bear it, what if he breaks up with me? What can I do? I'll be a loser, a Lima Loser along with Puck. I thought I had a chance to get out of here, I really did. Guess not."

I shut my diary and flip over onto my bed so I'm staring up at the ceiling. My dad helped me tape glow in the dark stars on my ceiling when I was little, saying "You'll always be my star." Will I still be his star now? For what feels like the tenth time today, I begin to cry.

Sam's POV:

I knock gently on the front door of Quinn's house. I straighten out the flowers in my hands, trying to make them look nice. I hope these will make her feel better, I feel bad for her feeling sick, and I'm going to miss her at school tomorrow. I frown, waiting for someone to come and answer the door, but no one does... I wander around the side of the house

"Quinn?" I call.

I try the back door, pushing it open, the lights are on in her hallway, I search in her kitchen and living room but I can't see her so I guess she must be in her room. I make my way up the stairs, her door creaks and I make my way into her room, and she's lying on her bed looking up at the ceiling.

"Hey Quinn, how are you baby?" I said, lying next to her.

She turns to look at me, her eyes look glassy with tears, as if she's crying, and she wipes her cheeks.

"Oh Sam you shouldn't have bought me flowers" she says, smiling weakly.

"Are you ok?" I ask.

"Yeah... totally... do you want a drink? Something to eat?" she says, sitting up.

"Umm... I'd kill for a sandwich..."

"Sure thing" she smiles.

She makes her way down the stairs and I can hear her opening the drawers in the kitchen. I quickly reach under her pillow and pull out her diary, flipping through the pages, looking for the most recent entry, I scan over the words. What can't she tell me? What's upsetting her so much? I slip the diary back under the pillow and wrench open one of her drawers, rummaging through her belongings... but there's nothing there... I search in the bottom of the wardrobe, but there are just shoes. I take a look under her bed, searching through her book shelves, but there's still nothing. I can hear her footsteps coming back up the stairs... I quickly glance into the bin... Oh my god... I can't believe it, I twist the tiny stick over, but... it just confirms my fears... but how? We were safe, we used a... but then something else catches my eye, I know that Quinn is near the top of the stairs, but I can't resist, I reach in, it's from last weekend, used... but... but... but... and that's when I notice a tiny split in the latex, oh my god.

Quinn comes into the room, smiling, carrying a tray with two sandwiches and two glasses of lemonade, she looks at me, smiling, and then she spots the test in my hands. She gasps, her mouth opens like she's about to speak but no words come out, she loosens her grip on the tray and it falls to the floor, the glasses crash and shatter into the tiniest pieces, pools of lemonade spill onto the white Persian rug, tears begin to stream down her cheeks, and I'm speechless...

"I don't understand Sam... how... how did it ha... happen?" she cries.

I struggle to find words. "I just... the... my... the condom broke..."