Chapter Six

Finn POV

"Guys, settle down, what is going on?" Mr. Schue asks walks into the room hearing the uproar from everyone.

Sam stood up and walked out, "Sam!" Quinn yelled after him.

"What is going on here?" Mr. Schue asked frustrated.

I hadn't seen Rachel so silent in, well ever. She sat there putting her head on my shoulder through the whole fight, and hiding her face from sight.

Quinn sat down in a huff and Mercedes walked to sit away from everyone. Puck finally spoke up, "Apparently, Quinn is getting Sam kicked out of school."

Mr. Schue was shocked, "Wait… What?"

Quinn sighed frustrated and finally spoke, "I accidentally let it slip to Coach that Sam's parents got a job outside of district."

"Like district nine?" Brittany asked, obviously confused. Rachel attempted to contain her laugh.

Quinn rolled her eyes and continued. "So technically he should be going to school at Carmel."

Mr. Schue sat down in frustration, "Are you serious? Why were you talking to Sue, Quinn?" He asked trying to hide his very obvious irritation.

Quinn looked around awkwardly, "I am trying to get back on the Cheerios." She said honestly, in a very small voice.

Will raised his hands frustration, "Quinn, you know that Sue is always out to get us. You know this."

Quinn furrowed her brow and looked down in disappointment, "I know, I just, I want"

"To be popular?" I finally say in heavy shoots up suddenly. I probably scared her with my sudden outrage.

Quinn shoots me a glare before composing herself, "Listen, I love being here. But, being a Cheerio is just as important to me."

"Why is it okay to throw Sam under the bus for your gain? Hell no!" Mercedes snaps. "I am not going to deal with this, if he leaves I'm moving in with my Grandmother and I'm going to." She says crossing her arms.

Puck jumps up, "And make Vocal Adrenalin that much stronger?"

"This is what you're thinking about dude?" I say pushing his shoulder roughly. "He's our friend man."

Rachel breathes out sadly, and Santana looks over at us, "Hold up, Yentle's here? I didn't see you there. Why haven't you been yelling in this fight?"

Rachel looks back at Santana, "Because what would it help, we need a plan. Not to yell at each other like children"

Mr. Schue nodded, "Rachel is right." He agreed, "Why can't let Sam leave."

"He's not from here Mr. Schue. He can't just move in with his uncle and stay in the district." Mercedes mentioned.

"Quinn!" Rachel shouted. "You have a guest room don't you? You got him into this mess, you get him out."

"Oh no way!" Mercedes stands up and snaps her fingers, "Sam won't live with his ex girlfriend."

"I'll second that." Puck says in agreeance.

Quinn looks discusted, "As if that was an option."

"Got a better idea, Quinn?" Rachel says standing up picking up her backpack, "Because we have one week before we lose Sam and probably Mercedes. And I'm not cool with that."

I stand up and see that Kurt is comforting Mercedes, why had him and Rachel been so quiet? I look over at Quinn who is sitting there with a cold stare and her arms folded.

"Where are you two going?" Mr. Schue asks.

Rachel is pulling me out the door and I honestly don't know where we're going, "To see my Dad's to figure out how to keep Sam."

We still hadn't told her Dad's so this made me really uncomfortable. I waved sheepishly at Mr. Schuester who stood there and watched two more people storm out of his class.

As we made our way to my truck it occured to me, "But, we still haven't told your Dad's" I say trailing off.

"Well it's about time we did."

My face feels numb with nervousness and I feel butterflies in the pit of my stomach. "Right now?" I ask getting into my truck as she jumps in the other side and folds her arms. "And what does this have to do with Sam?" I am so confused.

"Drive" Rachel points to the road, I start to drive. "I am going to ask if Sam can move in with us, but I think it's important that they know everything that is going on with me before it turns into an awkward situation while Sam is living there."

"I guess that makes sense." I say thinking, "Wait… Sam living with you? I am not cool with that." I say honestly.

Rachel scoffed, "Well you can blame Quinn for that." He said in frustration. "Do you want him living with you?" She asked me.

"No!"

She put her hand on my lap and rubbed my thigh, "I don't know what else to do, Finn. He won't be there that often, we just need an address to put on his record."

I calmed down my random jealous, where had that came from? "Okay," I sighed as we pulled up to her Dad's office. "Here goes nothing." I say looking at her nervously.