Have you ever wondered about the saying "Everything happens for a reason"? Wondered if there was anything true about the fact that every single choice we make is fated for the same end result? It would be quite crazy if you've heard of that and not heard someone utter the words "I was made to love you". If you don't believe in any of that or in divine intervention, then this story might seem as if it is truly impossible. How can two complete strangers pass by each other at so many different times in their lives without meeting until that right moment? Well it all began way back when they were in the womb. Let's take a journey back to when it all happened on a Tuesday morning on 20th day of May in 1997.

Quinn Fabray woke up and looked down at her protruding belly that held a baby that she did not want or need. To anyone else, she simply looked as if she had a large breakfast that morning. If her mother saw her belly, she would know. So Quinn had been hiding her pregnancy from everyone, even the father of the child. As far as everyone knew, Quinn was a virgin and she was not about to tarnish her reputation with a drunken mistake that led to this pregnancy. Each morning she would quickly get ready before her mother would wake and run out the door before she could see her. In the evening, she would stay out as late as possible with events and organizations that she "volunteered" for. Her mother hadn't truly laid eyes on her since she was 4 months pregnant.

"Arhh!" she groaned as a sharp pain hit her back as she tried to get out of bed. The further she got into the pregnancy the more painfully it was to get around. She spent a lot of time practicing how to avoid waddling and maintaining her pre-pregnancy walk and wore a lot of layers. It was May, so the weather was all over the place. Cold one day and warm the next. Through it all she kept her layers on.

Once she was done getting ready for school, she quickly made her way out the door. Just as she was about to close the door, she heard her mother shout her name. She pretended as if she didn't hear her and continued on her way to school. Since the pregnancy, she had been walking to school. She used this as her way to exercise. She wasn't seeing a doctor, so she felt this was the best way to remain healthy.

"You're welcome, you little parasite." she said with a loving smile as she rubbed her belly. Every once and a while she found herself thinking about life with the baby but then she remembers her plans for her future. Yale had no room for this baby. "Enjoy it in there. You will be evicted soon." she added to remind herself to not get attached. "Ouch!" she shouted as another sharp pain hit her back again, followed by cramping that caused her to double over. "Geez, you little evil bugger, watch it!" she shouted then felt a rush of liquid slime down her legs. "I said evicted soon, not now!" she shouted again and began looking around. She noticed a pay phone across the street and quickly made her way over to it. She needed to make two calls. One to a taxi but first she needed to call Rachel Berry. Although they didn't really get along, she knew she was the only classmate that woke up early.

"Good morning, you've got Rachel." she answered with the cheerful annoying voice that usually irritated Quinn, but today she needed to get over it.

"Hey Rachel, I need for you to cover for me today."

"Oh, hey Quinn. How are you?" she asked instead. Quinn could hear her breathing hard, remembering that she exercised every morning.

"I'm good Rachel but I need for you to cover for me. I don't want my parents getting a call that I was absent today. So can you do this or not?" Quinn asked as she continued to look around.

"Of course I can but I just want to know why you need me to forge documents in the office. You know I take pride in what I do." Quinn debated telling Rachel about the pregnancy, but knew that she would just use it against her. She tried to think of something else to say that would get her on board.

"I really need this and I promise once it is done, I will tell you. I don't want to jinx it." she lied. Rachel was quiet for a second before finally agreeing to help her.

"Oh hey, as a favor maybe we can-" Quinn quickly hung up before Rachel could finish the sentence and calling for a cab. The last thing she needed was to call for an ambulance and the bill comes to the house. As she waited for the cab to arrive she tried to think of what she was going to do with the baby once it was here.

"Why would you let this happen to me right now God?" she asked with a soft sigh as a tear skid down her face.

Later that day, at the school, God was making things happen for another person as well. Only difference was this person wanted this baby so much. Cassandra Jones, a teacher known to many of her students as their favorite teacher. Some called her Mrs. J but most called her Ms. C. When she announced her pregnancy to the class many were happy for her and some felt a bit scared as she wasn't a spring chicken. At the age of 42, she thought pregnancy was out of the question for her. She and her husband had tried plenty times to get pregnant and nothing worked. When they finally gave up and decided to adopt, she became pregnant only to lose the baby weeks later. She decided that maybe that was a sign that she wasn't supposed to have children. Then she became pregnant when she really gave up to the idea of having kids at all. She kept her pregnancy a secret until she was showing, not to hide it but because she always lost the baby early on.

"Alright class, let's get settled in." she announced with a smile and a rub to her belly as she felt the baby kick her slightly. "Calm down, my little princess. I know your running out of room." she whispered softly as the class began to settle down. "Please turn in your homework by passing it over to the front." she instructed. "Rachel, can you collect-" she stopped just as she felt what she knew couldn't be her water breaking.

"Mrs. Jones! Your water just broke!" Rachel shouted as she ran over to her. Everyone in the class was staring at her as she looked down at the small puddle that began to collect under her feet. "Call the nurse!"

"No...no...it isn't time yet. She can't be born yet. I can't lose her." she stated over and over. Everything after that was a blur as she was escorted to an ambulance and then to the hospital. She prayed the entire way and by the time she made it to the hospital room, she had made her peace with it. "I know you wouldn't make me get this far to forsake me. This baby will be fine." she muttered to herself till she was put in a room with another person about to deliver.

"Are you kidding me? I thought I asked for a private room?" Cassandra heard the girl say as she quickly wiped away what looked to have been tears. "I was promised a private room."

"Sorry, Ms. Fabray. We do not have private rooms here. I am not sure why someone promised you a private room." the nurse replied as she continued to set up Cassandra. The girl, who Cassandra recognized as one of the students at McKinley named Quinn Fabray, tried to hide her face from her but it was too late. Although she never knew Quinn was pregnant, she wanted to reassure her that they were there for the same reason. Last thing on her mind was to ruin whatever secret the child had. Once the nurse left the room, she cleared her throat to speak to her. She needed to take her mind off of situation she was in and talking to Quinn might help that.

"Quinn?"

"Great." Quinn mumbled before turning to face Cassandra. "So, yes, it's me. Quinn Fabray! Devout christian, head cheerleader and head of the chastity group at McKinley. You want to tell the world that I am in here about to have a baby that I had no plan for?"

"Quinn, child, I have no plans on doing anything but delivering my precious baby girl here." Cassandra responded with a genuine smile as she rubbed her belly again. "I am not here to judge you or spread your secrets to anyone."

"Yeah right." she replied.

"Look, I know you're scared..."

"I'm not scared. I'm pissed."

"Okay, so you're mad. Who or what are you mad at?" Cassandra asked. Quinn rolled her eyes then wiped away the tears that were still trickling down her face.

"I go to church every chance that I can. I volunteer. I donate. I am kind. I do everything that my pastor says is required of me. And yet, instead of blessing me...what does God do?" Quinn asked as if she wanted an answer. "He allows a baby to grow inside of me despite all my plans that I have prayed for."

"I hear you, Quinn. I really do but..."

"No...don't but me, Mrs. Jones. I know what you're going to say. But Quinn, you need to take responsibility for your actions. And I get that but why pregnancy?"

"Would you have rathered an STD?"

"No...well...maybe something I can take a pill to cure and learn my lesson. A baby is forever. And it just doesn't fit in my plans for Yale." she paused and shook her head as she began to tear up again. "I'm not evil. I promise. I just don't need a baby right now." Cassandra looked down at her belly and rubbed it before smiling. Prior to being placed in this room, the baby kept kicking and causing crazy contractions. The minute she was in the room she calmed down. It all made sense to her now. She was meant to be here. She was meant to be here for Quinn. She reached over and held Quinn's hand then gave it a squeeze.

"Everything happens for a reason." Cassandra said as Quinn slowly removed her hands from hers. "You may not believe in divine intervention but trust in the process. God has a plan. He always does." Quinn shook her head and Cassandra knew what she was thinking so she decided to confide in her. "Alright, I get it. Right now you don't see it but I do." she nodded and smiled down at her belly. "I had tried numerous times to have a baby. If I told you all the things I've tried you would think I was lying." she chuckled. "Every time I tried, I either never got pregnant or lost the baby within weeks. And trust me there are plenty other women out there just like me. Just praying and begging for what you have in your stomach right now."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Jones. I didn't mean to..."

"No child I get it. I am not trying to make you feel ashamed." she reached over for Quinn's hand again. "I am telling you this for a reason. I never thought I would ever see my 8th month of pregnancy. I never thought I would be pregnant period. And when the doctor told me...a 42 year old woman, that I was pregnant. I knew for sure I wasn't going to make it. I cried to God asking him why would he make me pregnant now. Why now?"

"Wait...you're 42? You don't look over 35!"

"Black don't crack baby." she chuckled then sighed. "But, seriously, I couldn't understand why He'd wait til now to make this happen, then I met you and it all clicked."

"Me? What does me being in here have to do with you?"

"Although I wanted a baby a long time ago, God knew I needed to be here, for you. God works in mysterious ways because he uses us as vessel to bless others. He's using me to let you know why it's okay to not want this baby. This baby wasn't placed in you for you. So many people are out there wanting children but cannot bear children. Placing your child in adoption will be a blessing to another family and to your child."

"Adoption was always the only option for me. I really cannot keep this baby. If my parent finds out she will kick me out of the house. And I will never get into Yale and do all the things I have planned for my future. I would struggle with it." Quinn replied.

"It's okay. Everything will be okay. We will both have these babies and will be okay. If you get kicked out, my door is opened for you. Just know that there will be a crying baby girl in the house."

"I can cry with her." Quinn added as they both chuckled. "Thank you for making me feel better about all of this. I truly felt as if I was no longer a christian with the thoughts that I've been having."

"We all fall short of his Grace." Cassandra added then stopped when Quinn screamed. "Breathe through it child, just breathe." she instructed as a nurse came rushing in. Minutes later, they were wheeling her out of the room.

"Can she come with me, please?" Quinn begged as they separated her from Cassandra.

"You will be fine! You'll be strong." were the last things that she was able to say to Quinn. Moments later, they came to get Cassandra prepared for her C-section. "Has my husband arrived yet?"

"He called and said he was stuck in traffic but on his way."

"Can we wait for him?" she asked.

"No we can't. The baby is ready to come." the nurse responded as they wheeled her away.

Quinn was shocked at how quickly she had the baby. She pushed for fifteen minutes and then heard the sound of the baby wailing. They placed him in her arms and for a brief moment she saw her life as a mother with a toddler trying to do college life. She knew many had done it before but she really didn't see it for herself. She was not meant to be this baby's mom. Just as Cassandra stated, she was meant to just be a vessel and bless someone else that wanted a child but couldn't have one.

"Do you have a name for him, yet?" the nurse asked with a smile as she looked over at Quinn. Quinn stared at the baby and shook her head. She never thought she would even hold the baby let alone name him. She immediately thought of the bible and said the first name that came to mind.

"Uh...I guess Sam...or Steven. Maybe both I don't know."

"You mean Samuel?" the nurse asked as she began to write the name on the card.

"No...just Sam...and uh...I want to talk to someone about adoption." she added with a whisper. The nurse's smile slowly went away before nodding and writing Baby Sam on the card. Quinn watched as the nurse walked away as she stared down at the baby. He had a small amount of blond fuzz on his head and piercing green eyes that she figured was from his father. "I'm sorry that I can't keep you. I hope when you get older you understand my choice to give you away. I pray you don't hate me, but if you end up hating me I will completely understand." she added as Sam reached up and squeezed her hand. "Are you trying to tell me you understand or are you trying to not let me go?" Quinn couldn't wait to see Cassandra and her baby. When she returned, she was no longer in the room so she assumed the baby was being born.

"Okay, so I have a social worker coming to talk to you about adoption. They should be in here shortly."

"Thank you." Quinn replied with a smile. "Uh, hey, do you know where the other woman that was in the room with me...do you know if she had her baby?" Quinn noticed the nurse shift a bit before responding.

"I cannot disclose that information."

"Oh I get that. I just wanted to let her see the baby before I left or he leaves with the social worker." Quinn said trying not to seem annoyed.

"I understand. I still cannot give you any information."

"Okay, well can you take him to the nursery in the meantime?"

"I sure can." she replied before taking Sam and placing him in the bassinet. "If you need anything else feel free to buzz me in." the nurse replied before stepping out. Quinn waited till she was out of the room, before jumping out of the bed and getting dressed. She left a note on the bed to let the social worker know that she wanted to give Sam up and then made her way to the nursery to say final goodbyes. She really wanted to see Cassandra before she left but she figured she'd see her at school.

She made her way to the nursery and smiled at Sam as he took in his surroundings. Next to him, was a baby that was sound asleep. Minutes later, a nurse brought over a baby girl that was crying her heart out. She continued to cry but stopped when she was placed next to Sam. Quinn smiled at her as she began to coo. Her huge almond shape eyes zeroed in on Quinn. She read the baby card and smiled when it said baby Jones. She wondered why Cassandra didn't name her. She was busy smiling at her when she noticed a tall black man walk in with a nurse with red eyes and tears falling from his eyes as he walked into the nursing. Quinn felt a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach as she watched the nurse bring him to baby Jones. She tried to read the nurse's lips but it was pretty evident what was being said. Before Quinn knew what was happening a tear fell from her eyes. Just moments ago, she was talking to Cassandra and now she was gone. They both brought babies into the world and although Cassandra didn't have a choice they were both out of the babies lives. Quinn shook her head as she turned to leave. Everything happens for a reason? What was the reason for taking Cassandra?

Hey everyone! Who is even still out there? I know I said I was done ficking and I really was but then this story came to me. I also had another but I talked myself out of writing it lol. Lamia cussed me out already so chillllllllll. Anyway, I couldn't talk myself out of this story. Just so you know Quinn and Cassandra won't be returning as they played their role for the story. If Quinn ever returns it will be brief. Anyway, the next few chapters will be full on Sam and Mercedes throughout their lives. I hope you all stick around for the journey or don't.

Oh by the way, I have been playing the Sims lately and recording my Samcedes sims on youtube. If you want to watch just look of slices of mango on youtube.

Thanks for returning and excuse any typos.