A/N: I do not own Glee in any way. I am simply writing about it. Hope you guys loved the last chapter… kinda sad, I know, but it needed a new twist. So glad everyone is loving it!
Sam just kissed the top of Quinn's head. "They'll be back soon." He said, referring to his newborn twins. He left the room, which happened to be right down the hall from Quinn's room. Sam sunk down onto the floor, dropping his head into his hands and bursting into tears. His friends and family, who were sitting nearby, all turned to see him and were in total shock. Mrs. Evans came over and knelt down next to her son, wrapping her arms around him as his head fell into the crook of her neck. "Mom… the twins… they're not breathing by themselves. They were taken… to intensive care… they both barely weigh… 3 pounds." Sam sobbed into his mother's chest, unable to control himself. "Shhhh, son, its alright. You're babies are going to be alright." She said, rubbing Sam's back and trying to reassure him, but Sam only sobbed harder.
All of his friends watched from a far, feeling so helpless. Rachel began to sob, putting her hand over her mouth and falling into Finn, as he wrapped his arms around her. Brittany sat in Artie's lap, crying on his shoulder. Santana sobbed into Puck's shoulder uncontrollably, and Tina into Mike's. Kurt and Blaine just sat with blank looks on their faces, as did the other guys, all in such shock they didn't know how to react. "I haven't even told Quinn yet." Sam said, pulling away from his mother to look her in the eye. She too was crying silently. "Oh my baby…" Mrs. Evans said, reaching out to ruffle Sam's hair. "You must tell her." She said, lowering her hand onto Sam's shoulder. She then pulled him up to his feet, and back into a hug. "You must be strong for Quinn. Be the man your father and I taught you to be, and make sure your babies fight for their lives." She said, as Sam continued to sob into her shoulder.
POST-DELIVERY
Quinn was back in her room recovering, and had still not seen Sam or her newborn twins since delivery. She was trying not to worry, for she knew her babies were in good hands, but she wanted desperately to see them. She had no idea why she still had not seen them, until Sam suddenly appeared. "Where are my babies?" Quinn said sitting forward, her eyes welling up. Sam knew he needed to keep himself together in front of Quinn, even though he was already on the verge of losing it. He walked over to her bedside and sat down, took her hands into his, and kissed her on the forehead. "Noah and Stella are in intensive care, Quinn. They were both extremely underweight, both babies were unable to breathe on their own, and Stella has an infection in her lungs." Sam saw tears roll down Quinn's cheeks. This was already tough for him, but he knew it would take an even bigger toll on Quinn, she having not even seen her son and daughter yet. "We can go see them in about an hour. Dr. Morrison wanted you to have some time to recover first. But I will take you to see them as soon as she tells us its alright." Sam said, tears now rolling down his own cheeks. Quinn suddenly began to sob, falling into Sam's chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around Quinn's frail body, as both cried hysterically into each other's bodies. "I promise you our babies are going to be okay. I promise." Sam sobbed, rubbing Quinn's hair over and over.
Out in the waiting room, everyone else was still speechless. "There has to be something we can do." Rachel said, staring at the floor and gripping Finn's hand. All were still in shock after over hearing the news about Sam and Quinn's newborn twins. "To help the babies get better, all you can do is pray." Ms. Fabray said, leaning forward. "To help Sam and Quinn, just be there. This is going to be a difficult process for both of them. Just be there and let them know you care." She said, placing a reassuring hand on Rachel's shoulder and giving the group a small smile. "Im gonna go see how she's doing." Ms. Fabray said, walking away from the group of people. She walked into Quinn's room, to see Quinn fast asleep in her bed and Sam sitting on the windowsill, staring off out the window. "Sam." She said, as Sam suddenly turned and stood up. Ms. Fabray walked over and wrapped her arms around her son-in-law, at a loss for words. Sam cried silently into his mother-in-law's shoulder, so he wouldn't wake Quinn. "How's Quinny doing?" She asked, pulling away from him. Sam quickly wiped tears from his cheeks, sniffling. "Now that she's sleeping, Im sure she'll feel much better. When she wakes up we're going to go see the babies." Sam said. Quinn suddenly stirred, blinking several times before fully opening her eyes. She yawned, and noticed her mother was now in the room. "Hi mom." She croaked, as her mom walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Hi Quinny." She said with a smile, moving the hair from Quinn's eyes. She kissed Quinn's hand, and then proceeded to leave the room.
"Ready to go meet your new son and daughter?" Sam said with a small smile. Quinn sat up quickly, nodding her head and smiling. Sam wheeled a wheelchair over to Quinn's bedside, and carefully helped her out of bed and down into the chair. "You okay?" He asked, as Quinn nodded. He slowly wheeled her out into the hallway, so she could say a quick hello to all of her friends. They had all been at the hospital almost as long as she had, and she was forever grateful for all of their love and support. Upon entering the hallway, Finn was the first to stand up and come towards her. He didn't say anything, but leaned down and gave Quinn a long hug. He then kissed her forehead and smiled. "Im always here for you… no matter what." He whispered, giving her hand a quick squeeze and going to sit back down. Kurt and Blaine then came over. Kurt gave Quinn a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and Blaine gave Quinn a shoulder hug. "Keep us posted." Kurt said with a small smile. Artie and Brittany were next, as Artie wheeled him and Brittany over. "It's weird seeing you at this level." Brittany said. Artie pinched her, and gave Quinn a reassuring smile, taking hold of her hand. "I know the twins are going to be okay. I can just feel it. We love you and Sam. And the babies, of course. Let us know if we can do anything." He said. Quinn smiled, mouthing the words 'thank you.' "We're going to go see Noah and Stella now. We'll let you guys know how they're doing when we come back to the room." Sam said. With that said, he kissed Quinn's cheek and proceeded to wheel her down the hallway.
NEONATAL INTENSIVE CARE
A nurse helped Sam and Quinn dress into sterilized robes before entering the scarcely lit room. She then led them over to two large incubators, both of which had many different tubes leading out of them, that were hooked up to many different machines. Noah only had a few tubes, and had an oxygen mask covering his tiny face. Stella had many more tubes erupting from her small body, and was on a respirator. "Noah is breathing on his own now, and has been improving by the hour." The nurse said, her hand on Noah's incubator. But as she turned to face Stella's, her face fell somewhat. "Stella, however, has been put on a respirator. As you can see, it's still breathing for her, but we're doing everything we can to help change that." She said. "Would you like to hold your son?" She turned to face Quinn, whose face lit up somewhat at this thought. The nurse lifted the brim of the incubator where Noah's fragile body lay. She carefully removed the oxygen mask from his face, and somewhat wrapped him in a blanket before handing him to Quinn. "Be careful of the few tubes he has. The feeding tube is most important." She said, and then walked away. Quinn was in such awe that she couldn't find words to describe how she was feeling at that very moment. She smiled down at her beautiful son, running her finger over his forehead. His skin was soft at the touch, as expected, but his skin tone was a deep red, which scared Quinn. She knew this was common in premature babies, but hated that it had to be her son. "He's beautiful." She finally said, not taking her eyes off of him. She carefully leaned down and just barely kissed his forehead, not wanting to damage him in any way. Quinn looked up to see Sam standing at Stella's side, with one hand up against the glass incubator. She suddenly then heard him begin to sing to their daughter.
Gotta hold on easy as I let you go
Gonna tell you how much I love you
Though you think you already know
I remember I thought you looked like an angel
Wrapped in pink, so soft and warm
You've had me wrapped around your finger
Since the day you were born
You beautiful baby from the outside in
Chase your dreams but always know the road
That'll lead you home again
Go on, take on this whole world
But to me you know you'll always be, my little girl
When you were in trouble that crooked little smile
Could melt my heart of stone
Now look at you, I've turned around
And you've almost grown
Sometimes you're asleep I whisper 'I love you'
In the moonlight at your door
As I walk away, I hear you say
"Daddy, love you more"
You beautiful baby from the outside in
Chase your dreams but always know the road
That'll lead you home again
Go on, take on this whole world
But to me you know you'll always be, my little girl
Someday, some boy will come
And ask me for your hand
But I won't say yes to him unless I know
He's the half that makes you whole
He has a poet's soul, and the heart of a man's man
I know he'll say that he's in love
But between you and me
He won't be good enough
You beautiful baby from the outside in
Chase your dreams but always know the road
That'll lead you home again
Go on, take on this whole world
But to me you know you'll always be, my little girl
A/N: My Little Girl – Tim McGraw
Quinn smiled. She then remembered the days of Glee club back in high school, and was forever grateful and blessed for having met Sam then. "Honey." She said, still looking up at her emotional husband. Sam turned, wiping tears from his eyes, to face Quinn. She still had Noah in her arms, but was ready to let Sam hold him. "Come say hello to your son." Quinn said, as Sam sat back down next to her. She carefully laid Noah into Sam's arms, as she heard Noah grunt softly. "There you go. Go be with daddy." She cooed, smiling at the sight before her. Then she slowly got up out of her wheelchair so she could get a view of Stella for the first time. Stella's body was also very small, frail, and red, like Noah's. But again, Quinn expected this. What she didn't expect, however, is for both of her babies to be so small. But she didn't want her grief to get in the way of her happiness, not at this very moment. She managed a small smiled, pressing every one of her fingertips to the glass of the small incubator that was keeping her newborn daughter warm. "Hi there sweet Stella. It's your mommy." Quinn said, slowly beginning to cry. "Mommy and daddy love you so much and need you to get better, okay? We love you and want to be with you, and want to bring you home so we can start our new lives together." Quinn lowered her head and closed her eyes, still unable to wrap her head around what was happening. She knew she had to accept it, but didn't know how long that would take.
"I wonder when we'll be able to hold her." Sam piped up. Quinn turned to face him, though she still had tears in her eyes. "Be strong for her baby. She needs strength right now." Sam said. Quinn inched back over to her wheelchair and slowly sat down. "How long do you think they'll have to stay in here?" She said, staring off into space. Sam sighed, not sure what the answer to Quinn's question was. "I honestly have no idea, sweetheart. Hopefully not long at all." Sam said, looking down at Noah. He had yet to open his eyes, but knew he was with his parents because he continuously nuzzled into Sam's chest, despite being slightly wrapped up in a blanket. "All we can do is pray." Sam said, looking back down at Noah.
A/N: So this chapter was also sad, but I felt it was necessary. My parents had to do the same thing when I was first born. I know they were sad, but I eventually got better. So keep reading if you wanna find out what happens! REVIEW :)