You could hear the music banging from Brittany's house from Sam's car, and he turned to the girl, "are you sure you are okay to do this Quinn?" He asked her.

"Yeah Sam, I'm fine." Quinn mumbled, as she started to get out of the car. "I just need to be around people for a while." Sam rushed out of the car and got to her side, helping her out of the car. He put his arm around her as they walked to the door. Sam went to knock on the door, but Quinn merely pushed it open.

"I've been to a Brittany party before," she explained. Sam nodded, understanding that Quinn was much more experienced in house parties of the 'cool kids' than he was. In fact he was feeling a little nervous. As he walked in the front door, he saw chaos and he gripped Quinn a little tighter.

"IT'S NOT ABOUT THE MONEY, MONEY, MONEY..." Brittany was singing along to Jessie J at the top of her voice dancing around on the table, in only her bra and shorts. Santana was stood behind the girl, dancing with her, a bottle of vodka placed in her hand.

"QUINN FABRAY." Santana yelled and jumped down from the table and pulling Quinn into a heavy hug. She span around with the girl in her arms squealing. "I am so fucking glad that you came girl. LET'S GET YOUR PARTY ON."

Quinn laughed along with the girl but Sam frowned. "You are not getting your party on Quinn."

Quinn nodded, and watched as Santana jumped back up on the table with Brittany and they carried on dancing. Sam took Quinn's arm and tugged her towards the sofa and they sat down on it. Sam kept his arm around her, as he began to check up on her. He felt her forehead.

"Are you feeling okay?" Sam enquired, looking deep into Quinn's eyes.

She pulled away slightly. "I'm fine Sam."

"Well if anything changes." Sam started to speak about how she had to tell him when Finn walked over along with Mike Chang.

"Hey guys. Quinn, didn't expect to see you here. You feeling better?" Finn asked Quinn.

"Um, not better, but I'm okay for now." Quinn replied softly.

"Good, because I was worrying at school today." Finn replied and Mike nodded.

"Thanks for your concern guys." Sam responded and held Quinn tightly. Sam was really freaking out and worrying that Quinn was going to take a turn for a worse. He kept observing her movements and checking she was still breathing calmly.

Mike spoke after a few moments, "So we're gonna go get some drinks if you want anything?"

"No, Quinn's not drinking." Sam said.

"One wouldn't hurt Sam." Finn argued.

"SHE'S NOT DRINKING." Sam yelled before realising what he'd done. "God, sorry Finn. I didn't mean too, I'm just stressed."

"No worries mate. We'll leave you too it." Finn responded.

Quinn watched as Mike and Finn disappeared into the crowd of drunk teens. "Sam, that wasn't very nice of you."

"I can't help it babe. You are not drinking and I don't want you to get tempted." Sam said.

"What, do you not trust me or something? Do you really think that I can't go to a party and not drink. It's not like I'm an alcoholic." Quinn started to argue, her voice slowly getting louder. "I'M PREGNANT I'M NOT GOING TO DRINK."

The room fell silent. All you could hear was the beat of the music, which after a few seconds was turned down.

"YOUR PREGNANT?" Puck yelled and stormed across the room towards Sam. He pulled Sam up and pinned him against the wall. "YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T PRESSURE HER." Sam resisted, and fought Puck.

"He didn't Puck, he didn't." Quinn started to cry. Mercedes who was nearby ran over to the girl and held her tightly as they watched the two boys argue.

"IS SHE EVEN SICK?" Puck yelled.

"Yes, she is Puck." Sam replied some-what calmly. "She's got bad kidneys and yes she is pregnant."

"WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU TELL ME." Puck yelled turning around to look at Quinn, who was a sobbing wreck.

"She doesn't have to tell you everything. She's not your girlfriend." Sam responded as Puck finally released him from his grip. Sam walked over to Quinn who was being consoled by Mercedes, but she wouldn't look at him.

Santana ran over to Sam, "can you just leave her for a bit? I think she needs some time."

"What! NO WAY! She's my girlfriend." Sam argued.

He watched as Mercedes and Santana stood up, and pulled Quinn up with them and walked her upstairs. Finn walked over to Sam, "You stay down here." He ordered, Sam nodded and sat on the sofa with his head in his hands.

Upstairs Quinn was sat on the floor of Brittany's bedroom sobbing.

"Why didn't you tell me babe?" Mercedes asked.

"Why didn't you use protection Q?" Santana demanded.

"Guys, I can't." Quinn sobbed. Mercedes pulled her into a hug.

"It's okay you don't need to talk about it." Mercedes said, "are you feeling okay?"

Quinn nodded, "I'm not feeling sick, if that's what you mean."