Disclaimer: Do not own Glee…Do not own Life As We Know It…yadda, yadda, yadda.

Author's Note: Sorry for once again taking forever to update, I'm just super busy. But Christmas Break has officially begun and I will be doing more writing, so perhaps I will update again soon. We'll see. Don't forget to review!0 ~Jackie

Chapter Four

Phone Calls

Quinn spent her night on her couch, drinking a glass of wine and searching through the phone book.

"How many possible Sam Evans's can live in one city?" Quinn thought to herself with a smile. "Especially one as small as Lima, Ohio."

The answer: a whole lot.

There were five Sam Evans's, three Samuel Evans's, a Sam J. Evans, a Sam Evans Junior, two Sam Evans Seniors', three Sammy Evans's, and also a Sam and Mary Evans. Even a Sam and William Evans, which Quinn wrote down the number for anyway. But, since Quinn wasn't sure if Sam lived with his parents or not, she had to write down the number for every single person with the surname "Evans" within a ten mile range of Lima, Ohio. Altogether, that equaled a grand total of fifty seven phone numbers.

Crap!

Quinn dialed Sam and William Evans first, who did indeed turn out to be a dating, gay, couple. Quinn apologized for the inconvenience and hung up.

She also found out that the first Sam Evans Senior had passed away, because as soon as she asked for him the overall happy girl who had picked up the phone started to bawl. "He's…he's…GONE!" She wailed. Quinn had hung up immediately.

The second Sam Evans Senior turned out to be a little crazy. When Quinn called and asked for him, the man had screamed into the phone: "I don't know you! What do you want! You can't take me you damn Nazi's! America's gonna win that war! We're gonna kick your asses!" Once again, Quinn hung up. The guy sounded like a loon.

Quinn also ended up finding out one of the Sam Evans's was a Samantha Evans.

"But hey," This Samantha said. "I can go both ways. So, should I call you sometime?"

Quinn felt like she was going to either throw up or burst out laughing as she hung up on the woman.

As time continued, Quinn also found out that two of the Sam's were married because both of their wives answered. One of the wives was very understanding of the mixup, telling Quinn she hoped she found the right Sam, while the other had been married to her husband for forty years and screamed at Quinn so loudly she swore the entire block could hear. "How dare you try to steal my Sammy you little slut! We've been married forty years! We have three kids! He's mine! FORTY FRICKING YEARS!" Quinn was terribly frightended by the time the call ended.

By then, Quinn still had ten names left to call.

"One of them has to be Sam," She assured herself. "Just keep trying."

Quinn was halfway through dialing the next number when she got a call. Knowing it might be someone important, Quinn disregarded the number she was calling and answered.

"Hello?" She said, trying not to sound as tired as she felt.

The person (a man?) on the other end of the line cleared their throat. "Hello madam," Yup, definitely a man. "I hope I did not disturb you. I'm looking for Miss Lucy Q. Fabray. Is she there?"

"Yes, this is she."

There was a brief pause. Quinn could just feel the tension. Was something wrong? It felt like a century before the mysterious caller spoke.

"What does he want from me?" Quinn thought.

The man's voice was like ice as he spoke. Cold, emotionless, bitter. "I'm Dr. Elliot, calling on behalf of Lima Memorial Hospital."

Lima Memorial Hospital? Quinn froze. Why was the hospital calling her?

"I'm afraid I have some bad news."

"Am I dying?" Quinn blurted out. "Do I have cancer? Or worse? There must be some mistake! Doctor, I'm perfectly healthy, I assure you…!"

The man on the other end didn't laugh. Quinn imagined he didn't even crack a smile. "No. Mrs. Fabray-"

"Miss," Quinn corrected. "I'm not married."

"Oh. " The doctor said. "Well then Miss Fabray…I have you as an emergency contact for Mr. and Mrs. Finn and Rachel Hudson."

Quinn gasped. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, but Dr. Elliot spoke first.

"I'm sorry to say…that there's been a car accident."

The phone fell from Quinn's hands and she started to sob.

Her friends might die, and there was nothing she could do about it.