Here it is! The last chapter of TOTGA!
Once again, thank you all soooo much for sticking around and reading this story.
I'll be posting my new fic in the next couple of days, so, keep an eye out for it (if you want lol).
Enjoy!
Nervousness has succumbed Quinn's body as she sat beside Sam on the plane back to Ohio. No matter how hard she tried, she could not stop herself from shuffling her feet back and forth. Just then, sensing her anxiousness, Sam reached over to her and placed his hand on her's. "Are you okay?" he asked her worriedly.
"Honestly?" she replied as she kept her eyes on the seat in front of her, voice shaking, "No, I'm not. This is the worst thing I've ever felt in my life. I can't feel my face. And I most definitely can't believe that I've forgotten about my best friend when she clearly needed me."
"I'm sure she'll understand, Q. Plus, you didn't know that she was going to deliver her baby this early. I don't think she did either."
"What if she's in a really grave condition? What then? Puck will blame me for not being there to help him out. I won't have the chance to see her or -"
"Quinn," he told her with a soft voice, "Relax. Everything will be fine, okay? Just take a few deep breaths. We'll get there in time. We'll find out what's going on and she'll have her baby. Alright?"
She took a deep breath in and exhaled. Once she had given herself enough strength, she looked into Sam's eyes and her heart melted again. It's like the Old Sam's coming back, she told herself."Thank you," she told him with a slight smile, "You have no idea how grateful I am that you're here." He smiled at her and kissed her on the forehead. She smiled back at him this time with a lot more sincerity. The anxiousness in her body was slowly disappearing. "I should... probably get myself together before we land," Quinn told him as she stood up from her seat and made her way towards the bathroom cabin on the plane.
The bathroom was occupied when she had reached it. Choosing not to return to her seat and wait, Quinn stood quietly at the hall. A few seconds later, the door had swung open slowly and a familiar face appeared in front of her.
"Oh!" the old woman remarked with a laugh, "It's you again!"
"I've bumped into you more this year than anyone I know back in Lima or New York," Quinn informed the woman with a smile.
"I bet you're getting tired of that happening, huh?"
"No, not at all, ma'am."
"Are you traveling alone?"
Quinn quickly glanced back at her seat and found Sam looking back at her with a smile. She then looked at the woman and said, "I got him back. The one that got away? He's here with me now." At the mere mention of it, she felt tears of joy circling around her eyes. After all that she had been through with Sam, they were finally together again.
The woman smiled upon hearing Quinn's news. "I'm happy for you, dear," she told Quinn, "Don't ever... let him go anymore. Alright?"
"I won't," she promised the woman, "I won't let him out of my sight."
Sam and Quinn did not waste any time. After they had arrived at the airport, they quickly made their way to the hospital.
They both immediately noticed the eery silence around them when they entered the hospital floor. There was a nurse sitting at the station taking a call but there were no doctors or other nurses in sight. However, Sam noticed a group of people watching him as he passed by the waiting area. He even heard one of them call his name but paid no attention to it as he was following Quinn towards Puck who stood in front of an emergency room.
"Quinn," Puck called out from the empty hall. His voice worn out and cracked. He was trying to hold it together she noticed. He then noticed Sam following promptly behind Quinn. "Sam," Puck greeted him with a hug, which did not seem to bother Sam at all. "I'm so glad to see you two. I... I honestly don't know what to do. And I can't -"
"It's okay," Quinn said as she gave Puck a tight hug as well, "Where is she, Puck? What's going on?"
"She's in there now," he replied as he pointed at the closed room, "I-I don't know what happened. She passed out yesterday after we went out for dinner and she said that she felt sick. I haven't heard back from the doctor yet. And I don't know what's going on with our baby. I don't know what's going on at all." Tears began to well around his eyes as Quinn held his hand. Puck then looked at Sam with a frightened and worried expression on his face.
Clearing his throat, Sam took a step closer to Puck and laid a hand on Puck's shoulder. "You'll get through this... Puck," he called out his name with a slight hesitation, unsure of what his friendship was like with him in the past, "And so will Rachel. And so will your baby, alright?"
Puck nodded in agreement and had let out the tears that have waited to pour out of him. All of the frustration, anxiety and worry. All at once.
Waiting felt like an eternity. Not knowing of what was happening inside the emergency room was torture. As Quinn and Sam joined the group in the waiting room, they took the opportunity to re-introduce themselves to Sam. They took turns mentioning their names to him and each one of them – as Sam realized – had a worried but warm look in their eyes. They all knew of the person sitting in front of them and yet that one person knew nothing of them.
"I can't believe you're here, Sam. Last we heard of you from Puck and Rachel, you fled to go find Quinn," Tina told him.
"I had to find her," he simply replied.
"Sounds like the Old Sam to me," Mike said with a smile as he wrapped his arm around Tina.
"You seriously don't remember anything?" Mercedes asked him curiously, "I mean, you don't even remember Quinn?"
Sam looked at Quinn who was sitting right next to him. He gave her a faint smile and then looked at Mercedes. "If I had another chance at this whole amnesia thing, 'Cedes, I would have chosen to forget everything else except Quinn."
"Don't say that," Quinn interjected.
"Oh calm yourself, Barbie," Santana rebutted with a blunt and firm voice, "Trouty Mouth here is just being romantic to you. So just take it as it is."
Suddenly, Sam felt a jolt inside his brain. Trouty Mouth? he asked himself, Did she just call me- "I resent that," he told Santana as he looked right at her.
"What?" she asked him. A little offended.
"You calling me that," he explained, "I didn't like it then in high school. And I don't like it now. It gives me the creeps. Makes me sound like some kind of fish. Which, for the record -"
"Sam," Quinn interrupted as she placed her hand on his knee as if to stop him from speaking.
"No, Q, let me explain myself," he continued on, "Not all sea creatures have fat lips or wide mouths or-"
"Listen to me," Quinn interjected again, "You remember something."
Not realizing what he had just been told, he continued to speak, "Some creatures have thin lips. What are you going to call them, San? Reject Trouty -" Sam looked at Quinn in a panic. "Oh God," he said out loud, finally catching on, " I remember something!"
"You're welcome," Santana added as Brittany placed her head on Santana's shoulder.
Sam stood up from his seat and beamed a huge smile at Santana and then Quinn. "I remember... something!" he announced with an incredulous laugh.
Quinn stood up and hugged Sam. "That's great! What else do you remember?" she asked him.
"I remember..." he said, repeating himself once again. Suddenly, everything in the room began to spin around him. His head felt lighter and the image of Quinn in front of him was a blur. "I... I... I feel..." he continued to speak with a slur as he fell on the floor. Everything went black.
Sam opened his eyes to find himself looking up at the ceiling of what was probably a hospital room. As he slowly tried to sit up, a hand gently pushed him back down to his bed. "Relax," the voice told him. He shook his head, rubbed his eyes and opened them quickly to find Quinn sitting beside him. "Hey," she greeted him with a slight smile, her voice not trying very hard to hide her worries, "How are you feeling?"
"Dizzy," he simply answered.
"The doctor said you might be. He said you must have over-excited yourself with your breakthrough earlier."
"Well, I remembered something. Who wouldn't be excited?"
"I know, but... Do you remember anything else?" she asked.
As he looked into her eyes, he saw a glimpse of her hoping for a miracle. He sighed with a heavy burden in his chest and said, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," she said with a smile as warm as the sun.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For understanding my situation," he simply stated.
She smiled at him again and kissed him on his forehead. "I made a promise to myself," she told him.
"What's that?"
"That, from now on," she said as she kissed the tip of his nose, "I'm never letting you out of my sight, Mr. Evans."
"You won't?"
"Yes," she said as she kissed the tip of his nose again with a giggle, "We're going to work this out. Life's too short. I know who you are and there's no need for us to start from the first phase again just because you've forgotten me. Or us. As long as you'll have me, we'll have the rest of our lives together for you to know more about me."
He smiled at her. His heart began to beat quickly. "The rest of our lives," he echoed back.
"If you'll have me."
"Of course I will. You know I will."
She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. As she pulled away from him, he swiftly pulled her back and kissed her again. Tears of joy flowing down Quinn's eyes, which Sam quickly wiped away as he continued to kiss her.
"Quinn!" Artie shouted as he entered the room in his wheelchair. He stopped abruptly as he saw the scene unfolding in front of him. "Oh sorry," he apologized.
"It's okay," Quinn told Artie, "What's going on?"
"It's Rachel," he told her, "The doctor went ahead with the delivery."
"And?"
"They're delivering the baby as we speak."
With all of his might, Sam sat up and pushed himself out of his bed. He stood, feet wobbling a bit, as he walked towards Artie.
"Where are you going?" Quinn asked as she stood up from her seat and walked towards Sam, "Get back here."
"I don't know about you," he told Quinn, "But I don't want to miss our friends' first baby being welcomed into this world."
It was a touch and go delivery. Puck and the others were not sure of the condition of his first born child or Rachel's condition. Regardless, after 2 hours, Puck and Rachel's first born baby girl was born prematurely.
As he entered the delivery room, Puck was welcomed into the room by being handed his child. "How is she?" he asked the doctor.
"She's a week early, but, she'll be fine," the doctor told him, "We'll do some more tests later on. But I assure you, Puck, she's well."
Puck thanked the doctor and made his way to Rachel (who was still lying down) with their baby in hand. "Babe," he called out to her.
Rachel opened her eyes slowly and looked at Puck and then the baby. She smiled at the sight in front of him. "Our baby," she said with a groggy voice. Exhausted from the long delivery.
The door swung open as their group of friends entered the room as well. Rachel smiled upon seeing all of her friends. However, two of her friends in particular caught her eye. "Q! Sam!" she called out, motioning for the two to come closer to her.
"Hey," Quinn greeted with a shaky voice. She was glad that Rachel was safe from harm and that she had delivered the baby successfully. Quinn could not help but cry for joy. "How are you feeling?" she asked Rachel, "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I am," Rachel replied, "But, for the record, giving birth is not an easy task, Q. So kudos to you for delivering a baby at a young age."
Sam laughed at Rachel's statement and held Quinn's hand. "Does that mean we won't have any children then?" he asked Quinn.
"We'll... talk about that later," she replied with a laugh.
Rachel reached out her hand for Sam and he quickly held her hand as well. "I'm so happy to see you here, stranger," Rachel told Sam, "How are you?"
"Well, I'm here," he started off, "I don't remember much of anything, but, seeing all of you here and, being here with Quinn, I feel like I'm finally home."
She nodded in agreement and smiled. "The whole Glee club is back in Ohio!" she announced excitedly as everyone in the room then cheered together, "I love you guys so much!"
The excitement and joy continued to buzz all over the hospital room. Old friends were chatting amongst one another, catching up and sharing their experiences thus far. As Quinn chattered with Santana and Brittany, Sam approached them and held Quinn's hand. "Excuse me, ladies," he curtly said, "May I steal Quinn for a little while?" Santana and Brittany both nodded with a smile as Sam led Quinn out of the room and into the back exit of the hospital.
They entered a small garden at the back of the hospital for patients. It was empty that afternoon. The sun shone through the trees, which gave off enough light around them that it did not burn to the touch. Quinn walked towards the flowers in front of them as Sam looked on. Standing back and taking in the scenery in front of him. They were alone again. Time had frozen and it seemed as though nothing else existed outside of the garden.
"Why are we here?" she asked him with a playful but curious tone to her voice.
He took a deep breath and released a deep sigh. "Because it's quiet here," he simply stated with a smile.
"Okay..." she said as she stepped closer to Sam, "And?"
Sam held her hands again and walked her over to a bench sitting in the middle of the garden. He motioned for her to sit down. Hesitantly, she sat down and gave him a puzzled look. Suddenly, Sam knelt down on one knee.
"Oh my God!" she shouted as she knew what he was about to do.
"Wait," he said with a laugh, "Don't say that. You're making me nervous now."
"I'm sorry," she apologized with a laugh as well, "Okay. I'm fine. Go on."
"Okay," he started, "Back in New York, I was... looking through your things. And -"
"I don't think it should start like that. It makes it sound like you're a thief."
"Can I finish?" he asked as he laughed nervously.
"Sorry. I'll let you talk now. I'll stop."
He smiled back at her. The grin on his face was wide as he could feel the adrenaline inside his body kicking in. His heart beating fast from nervousness. "Anyway, before I blanked out, I found something in your night stand. And I didn't know who it was from at first but then I realized that... maybe it was from me."
"Quinn," he continued, "I may have forgotten a lot of things between the two of us, but, I know myself enough to know that, when you meet someone incredible and brilliant and beautiful, you keep them. You never let them go." He reached inside his pocket and took out a small box which looked familiar to Quinn. He gave a nervous laugh again as he saw the surprised look on Quinn's face. "I want to be the one that you see first thing in the morning laying right next to you. I want to be the one that provides for you. I want be the father of your children. Our future children."
"I promise to always show you that I love you and say that I love you every single waking moment that we have. I want to grow old with you. See all of our children grow and have families of their own. I want them to look back in their lives and say, 'I want a marriage and life just like mom and dad.'"
"So, Lucy Quinn Fabray," he announced, "Will you... spend the rest of your life with me?" Sam then opened the box. It was empty, just as Quinn had left it in her night stand. She looked at Sam with a smile. "I found the box like this. But, once everything has settled down and I get my job back, I can get you a ring and -"
"There's no need, Sam," she told him as she reached for neck and revealed a necklace with a ring on it, "You're right. The box, and the content inside it, was from you. And I kept it. And I've worn it every single day that we were apart. Hoping that you would come back to me. So, yes, Samuel James Evans, I will marry you."
He quickly stood up then, sat beside Quinn and kissed her passionately. The sense of longing still present within himself and her. So much so that she could feel it as his lips touched her own. At that very moment, they knew that their story did not end there. It was just beginning.
How was it?! In case any of you were wondering, as far as I know, some people with cases of amnesia never regain any of their memory back, so, I've decided to leave Sam that way. Life is not perfect and I much prefer Sam and Quinn's story to be imperfect as well.
Again, thank you all so much! :)