Sorry I haven't updated in forever. I missed you guys! :) Hints of Brittana… ;) This one has a bit more with the baby and the wedding so… Enjoy.
-1 month later-
Quinn pulled her shoulders back and stood up straight.
"I don't think this is the one, Rachel."
The brunette unzipped the white dress then reclaimed her seat next to Quinn's other friends.
Santana sighed.
"Just pick one. You're going to look like a skinny, white girl in any one."
Brittany took Santana's hand to calm her down.
"I would love to do that, Santana, however I am currently really pregnant and will continue to get fatter before I actually get to wear this dress!" The blonde seethed.
Sugar hurried up to Quinn and patted her stomach lightly.
"Don't stress out, Quinn. It's bad for the little Sam or Quinn inside of you."
Just as Sugar was walking from the blonde, Rachel returned.
"How about this dress?"
A few minutes later Quinn emerged from behind the cloth curtain wearing a new wedding dress.
It was a soft white with a medium length train with ruffles in the front to somewhat hide the elastic for her continuously growing belly.
"What do you think about this one?" Quinn questioned as she did a small twirl.
All of the girls cheered as Mercedes poked Rachel in the arm.
"You picked a really good dress."
"Rachel!" Quinn called, "help me get this off. We still need to find shoes for it."
"Flats would be best," Tina chimed in.
Quinn and Rachel disappeared behind the changing curtain a Santana stood up angrily.
"San, where are you going?" Brittany asked, her voice dripping with concern.
"She found a dress, therefore I'm leaving now."
"But we need to find bridesmaid dresses."
The Latina sighed as her girlfriend wrapped her arms around her neck.
"Fine," Santana connected their lips then sat back down.
"Get a room!" Quinn shouted from the changing room causing all of the girls to erupt in a fit of laughter.
-That Same Day-
"Can't I just wear a black tux?" Sam questioned as Finn pushed him into another clothing store.
"You need to find a perfect color tuxedo to match the light green of your tie, the bridesmaid dresses, Quinn's bracelet, and, most importantly, her eyes."
Puck and Mike sighed in synchronization.
"Dudes, we're gonna leave if you don't hurry your ass up," Artie said.
"I just wanted a simple black-"
"Oh my god!' Kurt and Blaine gasped.
"That one is perfect," Finn said as he pointed to the light grey tuxedo Blaine and Kurt were fawning over.
"Look at it! Look at it! Look at it!" Kurt gushed as he picked up the tuxedo and began bouncing towards Sam.
The blonde groaned as he pulled the tux into a fitting room with him.
A few minutes later he called Puck into the room with him.
"I don't understand how to put this on!"
The mohawked boy sighed as he walked to the fitting room to help is best friend.
After a few minor adjustments, Sam emerged from the room in his tux.
Sighing, he crossed his arms, only to be scolded by Blaine.
"You're going to wrinkle the suit before your actual wedding!"
-t-
"Hey, Baby," Sam placed a soft kiss on Quinn's lips, "How did shopping go today?"
"I found a really nice dress," She pushed Sam back onto her bed and cuddled into his side, "But I'm really tired now."
"I still have some stuff to talk to you about, but I'll let you get some sleep. We'll talk tomorrow, okay?"
Quinn nodded as she took her fiancé's hand in hers and slid it over the small baby bump.
"I can't wait for this little guy to be born."
Quinn smiled sleepily, "Or girl."
"Or girl," Sam repeated as he began to rub Quinn's stomach softly.
Not long after, Quinn had fallen asleep.
Sam placed a soft kiss on her stomach, then her forehead and stood up.
Before he left the room, he glanced back at his future wife with a smile.
He walked slowly downstairs, seeing Quinn's mom.
"Thanks for letting me stay here, Ms. Fabray."
The woman turned around to look at Sam.
"It's the least I could do for Quinn's fiancé. I haven't exactly been the greatest mother, so I plan on helping all of you out."
She smiled then grabbed a mug.
"Would you like some tea or coffee, Sam?"
"No thank you, Ma'am."
"Would you join me in the dining room for a while, please?"
The boy nodded then followed the older blonde to her table.
They took seats across from each other.
Ms. Fabray took a sip of tea then began.
"Although I have no problem with you two staying here for now, you will need to buy a home. I think you are old enough to live alone, plus the baby needs to grow up in a better environment than your mother in law's upstairs bedroom."
Sam's eyes went wide as Quinn's mother chuckled a bit.
"I didn't even think about that," Sam slammed his hand on his forehead, "I've been so caught up in planning the wedding, taking care of Quinn, and working that that never came to mind. We need to start looking at houses and making plans of how we're going to pay."
"Sam, please."
The younger blonde stood and began pacing around the room.
"How am I supposed to be a good husband and father when I can't even make good plans for our future? What if we can't make enough money to buy a house? What if I-"
"Sam," Ms. Fabray placed her hand on his shoulder, "I'm your mother in law now and I said that I'd be here for you guys. I will help you with money until you're able to pay off the house on your own."
Sam smiled and hugged Quinn's mother.
"Thank you so much," they parted, "I also had a question for you. I'm planning on going for formal gold bands for the wedding, but I wanted to buy Quinn an engagement ring. The boys weren't very helpful, so would you mind helping me with that?"
Ms. Fabray smiled.
"Of course."
-The Following Day-
"Samuel," Rachel said as she raised an eyebrow, "Why did you call me here?"
"I just need you to keep Quinn busy while we go out to find a ring. Please, Rachel."
"Hm…Maybe," the girl smirked, "What do I get in return?"
Sam rolled his eyes dramatically.
"I'll let you sing a solo at our wedding party."
"Fine," the brunette said as she hurried upstairs to Quinn's bedroom.
Sam rushed outside to Ms. Fabray's car and hopped into the passenger's seat.
"Thank you so much for doing this for me."
"It's really not a big deal. We're family now. It's what we're supposed to do."
Sam smiled.
"So where are we heading first?"
-t-
Rachel hurried into the upstairs bedroom and was greeted by a sleeping Quinn.
Rachel dug her cell from her pocket and dialed Santana's number.
"Berry? What do you want?"
"I know you don't like me, but Quinn is like your best friend so please come help me."
"What could be so important that… Britt, stop. I'm on the phone…That would make me help you?"
"I'm in charge of keeping an eye on Quinn and she's asleep, so you should invite all of the other glee girls to Quinn's house to plan her bachelorette party."
The Latina raised her eyebrow as Brittany kissed her neck.
"Give me fifteen and we'll all be over there."
Rachel fist pumped silently then turned back to Quinn.
The brunette sat in her friend's desk chair, just keeping a protective eye on Quinn until the others got there.
-t-
"Okay," Santana began, "Britts and I are clearly the most fun out of all of us, so we should probably plan most of the party."
"Well," Rachel interjected, "She is pregnant so…"
"We need to have a baby shower, too!"
"Shut up, Tina," Rachel said rudely, "We still have like six months to plan the baby shower."
Tina scowled at the brunette as Mercedes and Sugar patted her arms.
"Whoa, break it up, Broadway freaks. Let's focus on Quinn and not you."
"I think we should make it unicorn themed."
"No," all of the girls except for the clearly whipped Santana groaned.
The girls spitballed random ideas for about an hour.
"In all of the TV bachelorette parties, there are strippers, so how about we get male strippers?"
"Get male strippers for what?"
All of the girls turned to the staircase to find Quinn wobbling down to them.
Rachel hurried to her side to help her downstairs.
"We were talking about…a show!"
Quinn chuckled as she settled onto the couch between Santana and Brittany.
"You guys came here to talk about a TV show?"
"Yep, but we were just about to leave."
Mercedes took Tina's hand, who in turn to Sugar's hand, and rushed out the door.
"What's up with them?"
Rachel shrugged.
"Oh," Brittany said, "they just don't want you to know abou-"
Santana connected her and Brittany's lips.
"She didn't say anything," Santana panicked as she pulled her girlfriend outside, the door slamming behind them.
Quinn laughed as she turned on the television.
"I'm sorry about them," Rachel said as she sat down next to the blonde.
"It's fine. I'm just a bit confused…So where's Sam and my mom?"
Rachel bit her lip as she started picking at her fingers.
"Finn took all the boys to the movies and…and your mom went shopping."
"Are you sure?" the blonde laughed, "You don't sound too sure."
Rachel nodded nervously then turned to Quinn.
"Woah, hey. Are you crying?"
The blonde slumped into Rachel's arms.
"Sam is gone and the baby is squirming around. I hate my life and just want to sleep and eat. I'm getting so fat and don't know what to do!"
Of course. The baby. The hormones. The emotions.
"It's okay, Quinn," Rachel pulled her friend closer into her lap, "Sam will be home soon."
-t-
"My body is ruined. It's not that I don't love you or the baby because I do. I just," Quinn sobbed, "I love you all so much, but this is awful. I'm so ugly!"
Sam kissed Quinn's lips.
"Quinn, babe. No, you're not. You're the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, even with our little baby in your tummy," The boy brushed a strand of hair behind his fiancé's ear, "How about a relaxing shower?"
Quinn smiled as Sam led her into the bathroom.
The girl stood under the cool water, letting it loosen her tightened muscles as Sam hugged her sweetly from behind.
"I love you and our little baby. I'll never leave you."
He continued whispering sweet nothings into her ear as the shower continued.
He slid his hands a little lower so that they were resting on her stomach.
His smile widened immensely as he took Quinn's hands in his and rested them on her stomach.
"The baby's kicking."
When the movement stopped, they turned to each other and hugged.
"I love you so much."
They settled into bed together, Sam's arm wrapped delicately around Quinn's waist.
"Get some rest, Sweetie. We've got a lot to do tomorrow."
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