Rachel's POV:
Finn takes hold of my hand as we watch the doctor come back into the room, he's clutching a sheet of white paper in his hands, I presume it holds out test results, the same results that tell us how our baby is doing, if she or he has any disabilities, and also… how much of a chance it has of surviving…
Doctor: Right, I have your test results here, Mr Hudson, Miss Berry…
Finn grips my hand even tighter, I can see he's holding his breath, this baby means so much to him, I would hate to lose this baby, but what I'd hate even more is how much pain Finn would go through if I do, I've been making sure I do everything just right for this baby because it means so much to him…
Doctor: I performed a number of routine tests to check your baby doesn't have a disability…
Finn: And? What did the tests say?
Doctor: Mr Hudson… Miss Berry… your baby…
It's like the world is in slow motion, what he says now could change our whole future. If he tells me the baby is healthy and doing well, then Finn will keep on living his happy life, me and him will have the baby, we'll bring it up together, I know Finn is going to be a brilliant dad to our child, then one day the three of us will move to New York, and we'll get our happily ever after… but then again. If the doctor says the baby has a disorder, we could end up having to bring up a handicapable child, which I know is a really difficult thing to do, Finn would get stressed, we might even end up breaking up, or even worse, the baby might not make it past the first few months, especially if it's handicapable, I could lose Finn and my child forever, and I couldn't bear that…
Doctor: Your baby… is healthy, no disorders were found, it seems that you two are doing a fantastic job parenting it, its brain levels seem to be all in order, it seems to be perfectly formed, congratulations, the two of you are going to be fantastic parents.
I look over at Finn, and his whole face breaks out into a smile, he breathes a sigh of relief, and he wraps his arms around me holding me close, his face is lit up, I swear you could see it from the other side of Ohio!
Rachel: Thank-you doctor!
Quinn's POV:
I'm making my way down the hall handing out flyers for mine and Artie's prom king and queen campaign!
Quinn: Vote for Quinn and Artie for prom king and queen!
I turn and smile as I see Mercedes and Sam walking down the hall hand in hand, Mercedes is holding a large roll of paper in her hand, I stop for a moment, frowning as I see her unroll a bit of it and pin it to an empty space of wall, she then moves on to hang up the next. Oh no… I run over to the poster she just put up, on it is a collage of pictures of her and Sam, this can't be happening… I look up and see the words "Sam and Mercedes for prom king and Queen" Damn it!
Sam smiles up at the posters him and Mercedes are hanging around the walls of the school, he turns around and sees me glaring at them, I make my way over like a woman on a mission, he bends down and says to Mercedes
Sam: Look out, Fabray is on the loose
Quinn: What are you doing?
Mercedes: Putting up posters, we're running for prom king and queen!
Quinn: No way, you're not serious!
Sam: Deadly serious, you got a problem?
Quinn: Yes! I have a right to that prom queen crown and you are not going to snatch it from me
Mercedes: A right? Really? Because last time I checked I have just as much right to it as you do!
Quinn: Don't embarrass yourself! Ok, no one is going to vote for you, I'm just telling you this as a friend…
Sam: *Cutting her off* No you're not, you're telling us this because you don't want anyone else but yourself to even stand a chance, well guess what, we're challenging you…
Quinn: I'm warning you, me and Artie will crush you…
Sam: I don't think so, since you quit the cheerio's rumours are that you don't have the juice at this school to win anymore, sorry Quinn…
They. Are. Going. Down.
Sam's POV:
I make my way along the boardwalk and down the side of the motorway until I reach the car park of the motel, my legs are killing me, I shouldn't have to walk three miles every day to get home from school, Dad can't afford the bus to and from school so I have to walk either to school or back to the motel. I'm just about to make my way up the wooden steps to my motel room when I see something that makes fear bubble up inside of me. I look around and see a blue mini parked in the space by the steps, I turn around and carefully circle the car, peering through the window, there's a pink fluffy cover on the wheel and pink dice hanging by the rear view mirror, this can't be happening, it just can't… I run up the steps and swipe my card as quickly as I can and throw open the door, a woman turns around and smiles at me… A woman with dangly earrings, high heels and too much lipstick.
?: What's the matter Sammy? Aren't you going to give your mom a hug?
Sam: Mom what are you doing here? Dad said he never wanted to see you again!
S mom: Yes well I started to get worried when the motel started forwarding your bills to me because your dad can't pay them
Sam: Yes well we're fine mom; can you please leave now before Dad gets home?
S mom: This place is a dump! You can't live here!
Sam: I'm fine mom!
S mom: You're not, that's why I'm taking you, Mollie and Danny, you're all coming to live with me!