Sam's POV:

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

I was struggling to find the right words. "I just... the... my... the condom broke..."

She closes her eyes, her breath ragged and raw, and I'm speechless... I can't believe this... she's... she's pregnant, and it's all my fault. I try to wrap my head around this while I watch my girlfriend cry. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Excuse me..." I blurted out.

I ran out of her room, down the stairs and out the front door. What have I done?

Quinn's POV:

I watch Sam sprint out the door, as more and more tears run down my cheeks. He must be mad. I wrap my arms around my chest and let a sob escape me. What if he leaves me? What if I have to do this alone? I could never... We could barely do this together. I close my eyes as more tears spill out. I'm so sorry, Sam.

Sam's POV:

What must Quinn think? She must think I'm abandoning her, that I'm mad. I'm not... It's just hard to think about. We both have futures ahead of us... well, we did anyway. I sit down on Quinn's front step; it's just begun to get dark. I hang my head in my hands. After a few moments, I sigh and stand up. I have to talk to her.

Quinn's POV:

I'm lying curled up in a ball on my bed when I hear the front door open. Must be my mom. I hear footsteps come up the stairs, and then hear my door open.

"Quinn?" Sam whispers.
It's him! He's come back... but to do what? Is he going to break-up with me? I sit up.

"Sam..." I croak.

My voice is hoarse, and I'm sure my eyes are red.

"I'm so sorry." he says quietly.

It's then that I know everything's okay, but that doesn't stop the tears. Before I know it, I'm in Sam's arms. I gaze up at him.

"We can do this you know." he smiles.

I close my eyes, and lean my head against his chest.

"But... what if we can't?" I sob quietly.

"Lucy Quinn Fabray. I love you more than anybody in this entire world. I will never regret what happened that night, even if it leads to well, you getting pregnant. I can swear to you, that I will never, EVER leave you, hear me?"

I nod into his chest.

"Thank you Sam..."

*The next day at school*

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sam asks softly.

I nod, my cheerleading uniform is neatly folded in my hands, and I grab my pom poms from my locker and make my way over to coach Sue's office, Sam smiles.

"Wait for me yeah?" I tell him.

He smiles, kissing me on the cheek, and I make my way into the office, I can feel my stomach turning back flips, I place my cheerleading uniform and my pom poms on her desk, she looks up, disgust in her eyes.

"And what do you think you're doing?" Sue asks coldly.

"I can't do this anymore coach" I sigh.

"You can't QUIT cheerio's! You either die or I kick you off!" she raises her voice angrily.

"I'm sorry, but it would end up like this anyway..."

"What?" she askes confused.

"Nothing... I have to go..."

I can feel my heart sinking inside of my chest, the door clicks shut behind me, I tell myself that I won't cry, not in the middle of school, but I can already feel my eyes prickling. Sam wraps me in his arms, holding me close to him. He makes me feel safe, like all the teasing, all the sharp words and whispered rumours can't hurt me, although I know it's never that simple...

"We're going to be ok Lucy" Sam says.

Sam is the only boy I ever let call me Lucy, he says it so gently, like he's whispering to me, when he calls me Lucy rather than Quinn... well it makes me love him all the more... Because it just shows that he knows the real me...

*The next day*

Sam's POV:

"What was with us today? We haven't played that bad all year" Finn sighed.

"It was Evans, what was up with you? It's like you were somewhere else completely!" says Karofsky glaring at me.

"Hey back off!" I yell.

"Yeah just leave it Karofsky, are you ok Sam?" Finn asks.

"Yeah... just... let's just say girlfriend troubles" I sigh.

"Ah, been there done that, got the T-shirt!" he laughs. Finn sure has had his (and a lot of guys's) fair share of girlfriend troubles.

He has no idea. My heads been a mess ever since this pregnancy happened... how are we supposed to support a child? I don't even have a job, it's lucky that dad found us a house, so we're doing ok now... but what if her parents kick her out and she has to come live with me? Will she want to keep the baby? Would we bring it up? I just don't know how I'm going to cope with it all...

*A few days later*

Quinn's POV:

I can't believe it. I've been slushied more times in the last three days than Rachel ever has, and no one even knows my secret yet. All they know is that I'm off the Cheerio's, so what will happen when they DO find out the truth? I'm standing leaning against my locker, clutching my books to my chest tightly. I look over and spot Rachel by her locker. I might as well go talk to her, Sam's not here yet and now she's my equal now anyway...

"Hi Rachel!" I smile.

I try to make my voice as nice as possible, trying to show her that I'm nice now...

"Don't hurt me, please! I've already been slushied..." Rachel whimpers, backing away.

I feel taken aback. Is that what Rachel feels like all the time?

"No! I don't want to hurt you... I would never..."

"What about all those times you slushied me, that one time you and Santana threw me in the dumpster, the numerous times you've, SLAPPED ME?" she interupted.

I feel guilty, I never thought Rachel would remember all those things...

"I'm so sorry..." I say quietly.

"Why? You would only try to befriend me if you're completely off the social hierarchy!"

I feel tears sting my eyes, she's right, I am.

"I am..." I whisper, holding back tears.

Rachel looks stunned.

"How? What? Huh?"

I grab her hand and pull her into the girl's bathroom. I check under every single stall to make sure that there's no one in here.

"I'm pregnant..."

Rachel looks shocked, then upset, then sympathetic, all at the same time.

"How have I not heard this through gossip?" she asks.

"I haven't told anyone but you and Sam... I quit Cheerio's so Coach Sylvester wouldn't have to kick me off, and since then I've been the new slushy target..."

Rachel squeezes my hand and I smile slightly. The first bell rings, and she pulls me off the ground. I don't really want to go to class, I'll just be back in here soon anyway... stupid morning sickness...
We're walking out the door when I see Santana and Brittany walk up to us... Oh no...

"Get away from our Cheerio Man-Hands!" Santana snaps, glaring at Rachel

"No violence San, please!" Brittany cries

Santana nods. "Q, we need to talk."

I watch Rachel quickly walk away, and now I'm just left with Santana and Brittany. Oh gosh...

"Ok Quinn, I thought we were friends!" Santana says, placing her hands on her hips.

"Umm... so did I?" I say, confused.

"Why did you quit the cheerleaders?" Santana says.

"I just... don't have the time anymore" I sigh

"God I thought you were better than that!" she shouts.

"You're a nobody now" Brittany adds, taking her place next to Santana.

"Yeah... thanks Brittany" I say sarcastically looking down.

Santana turns to look at me with disgust, then she turns her back and walks away with Brittany. I sigh, slowly making my way out of the bathroom. I see Rachel standing at her locker, a couple of boys laugh at her sequin leg warmers as they walk past but she just carries on, pretending it doesn't bother her but I can see her lip quivering. How does she do it? I never realised I could make someone feel so bad, I hurt her so much, and now I'm just like her, and she's standing by me. How does she do that? I can't help thinking that if things were the other way around I would have kicked her while she was weak, she smiles at me, and I'm just hoping somewhere inside of me, that we can be friends...