Sam shoved his hands into the pocket of his winter coat. He walked into the abandoned house. Memories washed over him.
15 years prior
Sam slammed the car door shut, crying and shouting. He ran into the house and into the bathroom, trying to escape.
"Sam, I...need choose Puck," Quinn had told him. Dammit, why did Puck have to ruin everything. That baby, the fact that Puck and Quinn would go to the same college...Sam hated it. Sam was only eighteen, he didn't know that he and Quinn had a future but he knew they had something real. They had gone to Italy together, he had loved her so much. And he KNEW that she had loved him. But Puck had played to her insecurities, the jerk.
Just as he was calming down, his phone buzzed. He looked at it. It was her. Sam cried harder and threw his phone into the mirror...
Sam ran a hand over the shattered mirror as the memory ended. Light footsteps came up behind him. He looked at his wife of eight years, she smiled at him. Her cheeks were slightly flushed from the cold and her warm green eyes were filled with sentiment. He kissed her, being wary of her baby bump. He pushed a strand of his wife's blond hair back.
"You okay?" she asked him, concerned.
"I'm better than I was the last time I was here," Sam admitted.
"Last time you were here was when the mirror broke," his wife recalled the story.
"You have a good memory, Quinn," Sam said as they went out to the car. Two kids waited for them. The seven year old hugged his dad fiercely.
"Daddy!" Tristan smiled. The four year old, Peter, smiled and held his father's hand. Sam looked up at Quinn.
"Sam," she said, her smile faltering.
"Quinn?" Sam's tone laced with panic.
"My water just," she couldn't even finish her sentence. Sam had her in the car and dropping Tristan and Peter at Judy Fabray's house. He rushed her to the hospital.
"Quinny, it's gonna be okay. Just like with Tristan and Petey," Sam soothed as she screamed from a contraction.
"Fuck, Sam," Quinn hollered.
Three hours later...
Quinn sat holding the baby in her arms.
"Hi," she whispered to the tiny baby.
"You're right, she's definitely a Noelle. Noelle Charlotte Evans," Sam agreed as he ran a finger under his daughter's cheek, entranced by the little princess.
"Noelle," Quinn cooed.
"Peter and Tristan will love her," Sam laughed.
"She's going to have the best protectors between you and her brothers," Quinn smiled up at her husband.
"Sam...if you had the chance to go back in the past...would you still wait for me? Or would you let Puck have me?" Quinn asked timidly.
"Quinn, there isn't a world or reason that I will have to never fight for you or never wait for you," Sam said and kissed her.
And Quinn never did break his heart again. They died on the same day, well into their nineties and grandparents of twelve. Neither Quinn nor Sam would ever trade that life for anything.