Quinn blinked as her eyes focused on the two solid pink lines that met at a cross. This little plus sign was alerting her that, for the second time, a being was growing inside of her.

Fuck. She thought. The one time everything was going so damn well….

"Quinnie!" I brought you things for sick people!" A familiar voice called out. The voice of her loving boyfriend, Sam Evans. Sam pounded on the bathroom door.

"Come out, baby! I know you don't feel well. But I want to take care of you. Will you please open the door?" he asked

Quinn breathed in a heavy sigh before she opened her mouth to call out to Sam "Be out in a minute! I'm changing!"

She heard Sam chuckle and mutter 'That's not a problem at all, Q."

Quinn turned to face her reflection in the mirror, beautiful as per usual. The only flaw being that her bright emerald eyes were stung tears.

When Finn had left her after their brief reconciliation freshman year of college, she moved out to California, in hopes of finding herself. After searching for months and finding only debt from student loans, Quinn hiked back into Ohio. And back into the arms of Sam Evans. He was no longer the boy with a closeted dorky side and floppy hair. He was a man, this time around. And a successful one at that. Sam became a comic book animator, traveling frequently from his home in Ohio to his publisher in New York. Their short lived puppy love was rekindled soon after that. And Quinn for the first time, felt in love and happy with herself and the boy she was with. Sam had always made her happy. From his Avatar language jokes to the dorky cartoons he drew and left on napkins at restaurants, because he liked to think of the waiter smiling down at it.

And now Quinn had fucked up. Royally. Just as the stars had begun to aligned in her complex life, the universe had come back to bite her in the ass.

She dried her eyes and smoothed her long hair into a braid, deciding that she was going to let herself enjoy the pleasure of Sam's company before watching him walk away. She opened the door to see Sam on her bed, with a smile on his face, and arms open for her 'sick' body to cuddle into. Quinn climbed into them, letting her eyelids close as his arms encircle her. "Sleep beautiful." He whispered, his lips tickling her ear. She turned her head to bury it in his chest, mentally memorizing the moment she would soon long for. Quinn was going to miss so many things about Sam. The lemony scent of his palm and how well it mixed with a musky-ness that just was Sam. The way his hands roamed her back as if he were plotting a map, exploring every dip and curve with his ghosting fingertips. Quinn took him in as much as she could before her tired body was lulled to sleep by the soft rub of Sam's hands.

Quinn opened her wide eyes three hours later. She stretched her long limbs to find that her bed was missing a boy. Shit. She thought to herself, jolting into sitting position. He must've found the pregnancy test. For the second time, her eyes watered. It was at that exact moment that Quinn realized she had hoped that Sam would stay. Almost every man in her life had used her, abused her, and then dropped her, as if she was a penny. Worth something, just too little for them to waste their time. She had expected Sam to be the exception. Sam was always calm and relaxed and funny and completely adorable and a gentlema- Dammit, Quinn! Pull yourself together. She thought as she shook her head wildly trying not to remember the feeling of Sam's arms around her.

"Quinnie! Stop shaking your head like that" Sam scolded, entering the room with a mug of tea, which he handed off to Quinn "You'll give yourself a headache."

Quinn looked up to stare at the man who was, in fact, still there. She turned her chin up to meet Sam's face, relvealing her tear stained eyes and a quivering, pink lower lip.

"Baby?" sam asked, confused as ever. He knew that at times, Quinn was as reserved as a closed book. But in an odd way, he liked it. It made each little fact feel like a victory. Sam liked hearing "I've never told anyone that before." Come out of her mouth. It was as if that tightly shut book had been opened a crack, and only he had the privilidge of reading it. But this time was different. This time was serious because for the first time since highschool, Quinn looked afraid. Without another words, he scooped her tiny body. Sam just held her and let her cry.

When Quinn's tearducts seemed to have dried out from over use, she finally repositioned herself so that she was facing Sam.

"I... I need to tell you something." She stuttered. She wanted Sam to stay with her, maybe forever. No, definitely for forever. But she knew full well that babies were like a young man's kryptonite. She breathed in once more the delicious scent of Sam, and then closing her eyes she whispered "I'm pregnant." Quinn cringed instantly, waiting for the screaming to start. Waiting for him to rant about how much of a mistake this all was. However all she heard was nothing, stunned silence filling the air.

She opened her mouth to speak but she feels Sam letting her down gently on the bed before fumbling with the contents of his coat pocket, a coat that had previously lain forgotten by the closet. He shifted toward her and crawled so he could kneel next to her. "Quinn... I…I love you. And I'll admit that I wanted to be married before I even thought about having kids. But I guess this is the way the universe wanted it to shake out." He got off the bed, pulling her with him, and got down on one knee, he looked up smiling bashfully. "Will you marry me?" he asked simply, his eyes shining brightly with anticipation.

Quinn held her breath. She had been expecting a loud angry tyrant who acted like the pregnancy was her fault. Instead Sam has declared his deep love and proposed? It seemed like something out of a story book. This couln't be happening, not to her.

"So you're not leaving me?" Quinn asked, confused.

"Well, you don't say something about the rock in front of you, I may think about it." Sam joked, the stared his girl straight in the eye. "Seriously, Q, I'll never leave you. You are the one person I want to be with. Can I please, please, please get an answer?"

Instead of speaking, she crashed into his kneeling body, her face burying in his neck, mumbling "yes." over and over and over again. In that small moment, Quinn Lucy Fabray let her guard down for the first time in far far two long. Her arms wrapped around hid neck, holding him impossibly close, as she allowed her happy tears to glide down her cheeks. She was unafraid of getting lost in Sam, because now she knew could, he wouldn't leave her.

Sam closed his muscular arms around her, kissing the tops of her hair and bubbing her arms softly. "I'm going to take such good care of you." He promised "I'm going to take such good care of our baby."

Just as Quinn was about to open her mouth to reciprocate these sweet nothings, the phone rang, making her jump. Sam kissed her lips quickly before picking up the phone.

"Hello?" he answered, only to hear Kurt snap back at him.

"Who are you, and why are you picking up my Quinn's phone?"

Sam chuckeled at the protective tone in Kurt's voice. "Nice to hear from you too Kurt. Also the last time I checked Quinn's mine."

"Sam!" Kurt squealed "How the hell are you? Wait- No time for that! You and Quinn NEED to be to New York on Saturday and in my dining room by six along with the rest of the New Directions. Got it?" He asked, sharp as ever.

Sam nodded excitedly before realizing that Kurt wasn't able to see him. "I think we can squeeze that into our schedules." He said teasingly.

Kurt giggled delightedly in response. "I have to call everyone! Talk to you soon, Trouty. Give Quinn my love." And with that Kurt's line had clicked off.

Sam turned to Quinn. "How do you feel about going to New York to announce our enagement to the New Directions over a dinner prepared, or ordered by, Kurt?"

Quinn smiled at the idea. "When will it be?"

"Saturday." Sam responded, hugging her waist and pressing kissing by her ear.

Quinn ran her soft hands under Sam's thin shirt, feeling the warm skin that stretched over his muscular abdomen. "As long as I'm with you."