Thank you all so much for your reviews and your patience! You all have no idea how much it means to me.

Anyway, as some of you may know, I mentioned on the last chapter that I was going to end this fic soon, but, while I was writing this chapter, I realized that I should continue on. There's a twist to this story and I hope that it won't upset anyone. I will update again next week as promised.


Though she was hesitant about wearing a dress from Rachel's wardrobe, Quinn settled for a navy blue dress that Rachel swore she had not worn yet. Given the fact that she did not have much time left, Quinn had, for a lack of a better word, no choice. Furthermore, since make-up wasn't Rachel's strong suit and Quinn was far too nervous to do it herself, Rachel had called Tina and Mercedes over for an "emergency makeover" party.

"I don't know why you asked for our help, Q, Sam thinks your pretty with or without make-up," Mercedes told the nervous blonde.

"Well, this isn't just any date with some guy. This is Sam. It means a lot to me if I get at least a small speck of his attention," Quinn told her friends as she fiddled with her hair.

Tina sat beside Quinn and held her hand, "Quinn... Sam always gave his whole attention to you when you were together."

At that point, tears began to well up around Quinn's eyes. Though she had already spoken to Sam regarding their relationship in high school, she never fully expressed how thankful or grateful she was to have had a relationship with him in high school. Who knew that she would have found her "Mr. Right" then at a young age? Who knew that he would have revolved his whole entire world around her? Someone who had a rocky start in high school with a pregnancy that led to loneliness of all things? She was lucky indeed. And, once again, it's as if fate had given Quinn another chance to be with the man she truly loves. This time, she promised she would set things right. This time, she was going to love him and devote her whole entire being to him.

"All set," Tina announced with a smile on her face, "Go look at yourself in the mirror." Quinn stood up from her seat and walked over to the mirror that was on the wall of Rachel and Puck's bedroom. She took a deep breath and saw her reflection looking right back at her.

"You look beautiful!" Rachel chimed in, holding her protruded stomach with a smile.

"Do you think he'll like it?" she asked her friends feeling more self-conscious as the time draws closer for Sam to pick her up.

Mercedes gave her a warm smile. "He loves you," she tells her, "I just know it. He's not himself when you're not around but, when you are, he comes right back. You already told us that you love him. Now's the time for you to tell him that you love him. Don't hesitate. Life's too short. Now come over here for a good luck hug." She walked towards Quinn and embraced her. Soon enough, Tina and Rachel joined in.

"Okay, that's enough," Rachel told them, "I apologize for cutting the sweet sentiments short, but, our Cinderella needs to wait downstairs and wait for her Prince Charming." She squeezed Quinn's arm gently as if she were transferring some sort of strength to her nervous friend. "You'll be fine."

The ladies made their way down to the Berry/ Puckerman's living room. Quinn sat at a single couch near the window while Rachel, Mercedes and Tina sat in front of her on a larger couch. It felt like an eternity waiting for Sam. Quinn could feel her heart pounding as she continuously checked the time at the wall clock that hung high. This was the moment she had been waiting for. She was going to finally let go of all her insecurities and express her love to the only man that truly made her feel that she was loved.

On the other side of town, Sam was still in his own house quickly running to and fro looking for the right clothes to wear. This is Quinn we're talking about, he told himself, You can't mess this up. If you make a great impression maybe she'll come around and give us a chance again as a couple. As he calmed himself down with deep, slow breaths, Sam then realized that he was late. He had been so carried away preparing himself for his date that he had forgotten to leave his house early for it. With adrenaline in his body, he ran out the door and into his car.

As he backed out of his driveway, he took out his phone from his pocket and dialed Quinn's cellphone number quickly. Paying only half of his attention to the road, he impatiently waited as the ringing continued on the other line. Sam, figuring out that Quinn may have been preparing at that very moment, decided to hang up his phone. He held the steering wheel of his car tightly and pressed his foot firmly on the gas pedal.

Sweat began to form around Sam's forehead and he worriedly looked at the clock on his car's dashboard, making sure that he wasn't too late. Just then a large truck had turned onto the lane he was in - a single lane with a passing lane on the left. As he had imagined, the truck moved in an incredibly slow rate and his patience was running out. Without any hesitation, Sam floored his car faster and merged onto the passing lane to avoid the truck. Little did he know that a pick-up truck was heading towards him from the passing lane as well.

His car had crashed into the pick-up truck, throwing his car out of the road and into an empty field. The car tumbled several times and, before he knew it, everything had turned black all around him. The last image he saw was Quinn.

"He's an hour late," she told the three women looking right at her with worried looks on their faces. "That's not like him to be late."

Rachel, feeling that Quinn was in distress, walked quickly towards her and sat beside her. "He's probably trying to figure out what he's going to wear too. I mean, it took you the whole afternoon to find an outfit and get yourself together. I'm sure he's just taking his time too."

"He would have called," she replied coldly.

The phone then rang from across the living room. "See?" Rachel said with a smile, walking towards the phone, "That must be him calling right now. You can shout obscenities to him in a bit." As she lifted the receiver, the smile she wore suddenly faded away causing Quinn's heart to beat even faster than it did before (if it were possible).

"W-what's wrong, Rach?" she asked her friend.

"I-It's Sam. He's... he's at a hospital."

Quinn's heart sank as she stared into nothingness. The tears began to flood her eyes. In a nervous and panicked state, she stood from her seat, took out the keys to her car from her purse and left the Berry/ Puckerman house without saying a word. Mercedes and Tina quickly followed suit, finding Quinn sitting inside her car in tears. Once Rachel came out to join her friends at the doorstep, Quinn had driven off. For all she knew, he was fighting for his life at that very moment. She only wished that she could find him alive waiting for her.

"He's touch and go," the doctors told her, "Due to the severity of the crash, Mr. Evans had suffered numerous concussions and is in an induced coma. Would you like to see him, Ms. Fabray?"

After she was escorted to Sam's room by the doctor, she was left alone with him. She stared at his beaten and almost lifeless body trying to hold back the tears that were welling up inside. Why is this happening to him, God? she asked in prayer as she knelt down beside his bed. Quiet sobs escaping from deep within. Haven't you taken enough away from him?

The stillness inside the room felt surreal to Quinn. It was as if life didn't exist then and there. All she could hear was her very own sobs and the sound of the life support that is keeping the love of her life alive. She stood up and sat beside him for the first time. Trembling, she took him by the hand and kissed it softly. "Sam," she pleaded, tears rolling down her face, "Sam, please wake up."

"I don't know if you can hear me right now, but, I want you to know that I love you. I love you so much, Sam. I always have. So, please, wake up and let's start our life together. I promise to be by your side and give you 100% every single day. Please..."

A single prolonged tone then intruded her thoughts. A flat line appeared on the monitor besides Sam's bed. No, no. It can't be.