AN: Chapter 2 is here! Sorry for taking so long, I've had it done for days but I haven't had time to go on the computer. I really hope you like it! And don't forget to review!

Disclaimer: I don't(I wish) own Glee. Or Sam's abs. *sigh**wipes away tear*

When they arrived at her mother's they both got out of the car and made their way to the front door. She knocked lightly and almost immediately her mother appeared in front of her. Quinn gazed at her mother for a while. It had been months since she had seen her, but not much had changed. Her hair had a few more streaks of gray in it and more lines around her eyes but she was still the same. Her mother leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her tightly. She squeezed back, basking in the familiar scent of her mother's perfume. Her mother pulled back, keeping her hands on her daughter shoulder, and then kissed her softly on the forehead.

Quinn smiled and followed her mother inside with Sam trailing closely behind. They were led down the hall to the kitchen.

"The chicken's not quite finished yet so if you two would like, you can wait in the dining room. I think there's open bottle of wine in there." Her mother smiles, her eyes crinkling.

"No, thank you. I don't think we need any wine tonight." Quinn replied and glanced at Sam, who clenched his teeth and rolled his eyes. Her mother raised an eyebrow and then turned toward the oven. Quinn turned toward the dining room and Sam followed. She then entered and gasped.

Sitting in a chair with his hands clasped in front of him, was her father. Her father. Who she hadn't seen since she was sixteen. He hadn't even been at her graduation or wedding and here he was, in her mother's dining room. She felt Sam come up behind her and stop when he saw who was in the room. She looked up at Sam, and he gazed back, as if asking if it was who he thought it was. He had seen pictures before but had never met her father. She nodded slightly and regardless of their fight earlier, he took her hand and squeezed it.

Russell Fabray got to his feet and opened his mouth. "Quinn." He breathed and then came around the side of the table. He stopped several feet in front of her. Sam tightened his grip on her hand.

"Hello Father." She replied coolly, the word feeling foreign coming out her mouth. She sounded calm and reserved but inside she was raging. How dare he come here and expect to be welcomed by her! She hadn't seen him in almost ten years and yet here he was, probably expecting forgiveness. Well, he wouldn't hear it from her!

"Hello." Her father paused, seeming unsure of what to say. She waited and then opened his mouth. "How are you, Quinn?"

"Fine." She replied almost immediately and he nodded slightly. She heard him murmur a "that's good" and even though she tried not to, she pitied him. "And you?" He looked up with an almost hopeful expression.

"I'm good." He said, an almost undetectable smile in his voice. She saw him glance at Sam and his chin rose. "This must be your husband…" He trailed off.

"Sam. Samuel Evans." Her husband said and stepped forward and held out a hand.

"Russell Fabray." Her father shook it and Sam smiled at him. Sam stepped back to her side and then nobody spoke for a while.

"Why don't we sit down?" Her father said after a while and went back to his seat. Her and Sam followed and took a seat beside each other across the table. There was a pregnant pause again as no one spoke.

"So, when did you two get married?" Her father said, again breaking the awkward silence. She saw Sam look at her to see if she would answer but she didn't open her mouth.

"Two years ago. It was a June wedding." Sam replied and a sad look came over her father's face. She almost broke when she saw how old her father looked at that moment.

"You must have been beautiful, Quinn. You always did look great in white." Her father commented, the sadness almost overwhelming in his voice. "Heck, you looked beautiful in everything. Still do." Her father gazed at her and she gazed back.

"She was radiant. You should've of seen her." Sam smiled and looked over at her. She didn't smile back.

"He would've if had been there." She said coldly and she saw her father's face fall out of the corner of her eye. Sam gave her a look but she ignored it. Her father opened his mouth.

"Quinn, I-" Her father begun but she cut in.

"I should go and see how dinner is going." She said abruptly and pushed her chair back roughly and stalked out of the room. She spotted her mother with oven mitts on, by the oven as soon as she entered the kitchen. She stomped over, an angry look on her face.

"Mother." She said, using the formal term instead of calling her mother "mom" like she usually did. Her mother spun around, a look of alarm on her face. As soon as her mother saw her face, a panicked look came over her.

"Quinn, calm down. It's-" Her mother said quickly but she cut in.

"Why is he here? Did you invite him?" Quinn whisper yelled, trying to keep her husband and her father from hearing her.

"No! Yes. Sort of." Her mother shrugged as her daughters eyes widened. "He came to me about a week ago. He said he wanted to see you. He said that he wanted to make up for what he did." She gave her mother an incredulous look.

"And you believed him?"

"Yes. Not at the beginning, but we talked for a while and I realized that he was telling the truth. He's really is sorry for what he did. Your father loves you, Quinn." Her mother said softly and reached forward to squeeze her shoulder. Quinn ripped away.

"Yes, of course he loves me. Abandoning me when I needed him most just really screams how much he loves me. And not coming to wedding- the biggest day of my life- really shows it." She replied cruelly, her voice infused with sarcasm. Her mother sighed.

"Quinn. Give him a chance."Her mother said softly and Quinn crossed her arms, a stubborn look coming over her face. "Please."

"I'll think about it."

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Dinner was good, sort of; well at least the food was. But other than that it was awkward. They ate in silence other than when Quinn's mother or Sam tried to start a conversation and received a one word answer. The only sound that filled the room after that was the sound of clanking cutlery. Quinn wanted the dinner to end, it was becoming frustratingly hard to keep her gaze adverted whenever she would feel her father's sad gaze wander over to her and the silence was simply suffocating. She continued to eat her food as her mind sifted through thought's of the past, reminiscing of her high school days.

oooooooooooo

Quinn had been listening to a story that her mother was telling when suddenly she got that feeling again. She felt the bile rise in her throat and her stomach hurt, but she managed not to throw up. She felt her eyes visibly widen and she cleared her throat, willingly the feeling away. It didn't and Quinn felt Sam's concerned gaze on her face, she looked at him and he gave her a questioning look. She could tell by his look that she looked a little green. Another wave of nausea hit her and abruptly stood up. Her mother stopped talking and looked at her, giving her a curious look. Her father's look matched.

"Excuse me, I-" Quinn pushed her chair back and then she was gone, running out of the room with her hand covering her mouth. She found the powder room easily and burst in. She fell to her knees in front of the toilet and emptied her stomach into it.

Quinn sat on the floor, leaning against the wall beside the toilet. Sweat was layered on her forehead. She closed her eyes and leaned her back against the wall. A knock on the door made her jump and she opened her eyes and got to her feet.

"Quinn? Are you alright?" Sam's voice was muffled through the thick wood door. She sighed and managed to get her feet.

"Yes, I'm fine."She replied somberly and he didn't say anything. It seemed that he had left and she closed her eyes again until she heard his voice again through the door.

"You want to let me in?" He said hesitantly. This prompted another sigh out of her. She knew he was just trying to make her feel better but she just wanted to be left alone.

"No."

"C'mon. Unlock the door. I want to talk to your face, not through the door. Please." He said and she could imagine the grin on his face. Tired of listening, she got to her feet and reached over, and unlocked the door and then going back to her seat against the wall.

"It's unlocked." She called out and almost automatically he opened the door. Her husband stood in the doorway with a soft smile on his face. They gazed at each other and after a while, he came over to her and sat down beside her. He didn't touch, except for his shoulder brushing hers as he sat down.

"Are you alright?" He asked again and she rolled her eyes and nodded.

"Just making sure. I was worried about you when you ran out like that." He smiled softly at her. He looked unsure of something when he opened his mouth again. "You know, I'm sorry about earlier. I really am. What I did was stupid, I don't even know why I went out with the guys when I had a hot, sexy wife like you waiting for me at home." He smiled wryly and she rolled her eyes again. She didn't say anything.

"I love you, Quinn." Sam said softly after a while.

"I love you, too." She said, deciding that it was about time she forgave him. She snuggled into his side. She felt his fingers touch her chin and tilt it upwards. He was about to kiss her when she pulled away.

"You don't want to kiss me, I probably have barf breath." She warned and he smiled. But his face switched to concern after thinking it over.

"Are you sure you're alright? Was it something you ate or…" He trailed off and she bit her lip. She wasn't sure herself but she had considered it. In her head, she counted the days again, just to make sure. She then realized that it may be true.

"I think I'm pregnant." She murmured and his eyes widened. She saw his Adam's apple bobble up and down as he gulped. She bit her lip again, waiting to see his reaction.

"Are you sure?" He asked and Quinn nodded slowly. She was scared of how he would feel about it. They hadn't even discussed kids, she didn't even know if he wanted any. But when his signature big grin broke out on his face and he wrapped his arms around her in a hug, all her fears vanished. "Oh my god, that's- that's amazing!" He breathed and she smiled into his shoulder.

After holding her more than what seemed like five minutes, she felt him pull away. He still held her hand, delicately, as if she was more fragile now.

"We've been here for a while; we should probably go back to the dining room. Your mother's probably worried to death."

"Yeah, she probably thinks I've murdered you or something, after how we were acting earlier." Quinn joked and he smiled wryly before getting to his feet, bowing, and holding out a hand dramatically.

"Shall we?" He looked up at her and she giggled and took his hand. They left the powder room and headed toward the dining room.

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When they arrived back in the dining room, no one said anything. Her mother gave her a suspicious look and she may have seen her father ground his teeth with a knowing look on his face, but she didn't notice. She was too busy gripping Sam's hand under the table and exchanging smiles every few seconds. She felt like a hormonal teenager again, with all the smiling and secretive glances.

She could feel her mother giving watching her. Her mother's eyes were narrowed, and eyebrows furrowed. Quinn ignored and when the dinner came to an end, she was eager to leave. As her mother, with father trailing behind, followed them to the front door, Quinn noticed the sad look on her father's face.

"Goodbye, Quinn, dear. I hope you're feeling better now." Her mother said and she still had the suspicious look on her face.

"Yes, goodbye mother. I love you." Quinn replied softly and she leaned forward and planted a kiss on her mother's cheek. She felt her mother smile and she hugged her quickly before pulling away. The suspicious look had left her mother's face and was replaced with a soft smile.

"I love you, too, Quinny." Her mother replied and smiled again. Her mother turned to Sam, who kissed her cheek, which left her to say her goodbyes to her father. She stared at him coolly and he gazed back.

"Goodbye, Father." She said coldly and her father smiled back softly.

"Goodbye, Quinn." It looked like he was going to say more but when he said nothing; she turned to Sam who was waiting for her by the door. He opened it for her and they stepped out into the pitch black darkness. Sam held her hand as they made their way to the car. He opened her door for her and she turned once, to wave at her mother, and then got into the car. The interior was cold and she rubbed her hands together as Sam started the car and cranked the heat.

They drove in the dark and when they were almost passing an all-night pharmacy, she was about to tell Sam to stop in when he pulled into the empty parking lot. She was nervous as she entered the pharmacy with Sam at her side, clasping her hand in his. They scoured the aisles until she stopped. The pregnancy tests. She took a deep breath and grabbed a few of each brand. She made her way to the front of the store and as she placed the boxes on the counter, she could feel the cashier's penetrating gaze. She tapped her heeled foot quietly as the cashier rang everything up. Clutching the plastic bag in her hand, she and Sam left the pharmacy and headed toward the car, her breath quickening as the thought of having a baby fluttered around in her head.

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When they arrived at home, she bolted through the door and up the stairs. She can hear Sam behind her as she turned into their bedroom and then to the en suite. Sam stopped just outside the door and she shut it.

After she was done, she called Sam in. Each pregnancy test was sitting on the counter and she was counting the minutes as she sat on the edge of the bathtub. When Sam entered he sat down beside her but didn't say anything, but she was sure she could feel him trembling from beside her. As it hit the five minute mark, she took a deep breath and got to her feet. Sam got to his feet too but didn't follow her to the counter. She was nervous; her hands trembled as she picked up each pregnancy test.

Positive.

Positive.

Positive.

Positive.

Positive.

Each one read and as she turned around and nodded at Sam, a weak smile on her face. His eyes widened and then he whooped and she was in his arms. He lifted her off her feet and then spun around. And suddenly she was crying and he was cheering. He laughed and hugged her tighter and then set her down on her feet. A huge grin was on his face, she noticed as she looked up at him with tears streaming down her face.

"Oh no, you're already emotional." He groaned, with a smile, and she laughed through her tears. He reached a hand out and wiped her tears away with his thumb. At the touch of his fingers on her skin, she shivered. His smile disappeared and was replaced by a serious expression. They gazed at each other and his hand fell back to his side and then his lips crashed down on hers. He was kissing her hard and she responded right away, deepening it. His tongue fought its way into her mouth and she bit down on his lip. Their lips were still glued together as he lifted her up and her legs wrapped around his waist. She felt him fumble for the doorknob as he backed into it and when the door opened, he stumbled in, still kissing her furiously. She managed to kick off her heels somehow along the way and as Sam hit the bed, they fell on top. She was pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders as she continued to kiss him. She managed to get it off and then she was untying his tie and then unbuttoning his shirt, and at the same time he was reaching for the zipper on the back of her dress. He unzipped it halfway and then she pulled away and zipped it down, then sliding it over her head. She reached up, and pulled several bobby pins until her hair hung messily in her face. She shook it until it fell down her shoulders in soft golden waves. Sam gazed up at her with wide eyes and she smirked. She could imagine what she looked like to him, in her white lace strapless bra and matching panties and her hair messy. She let her hands glide over his chest, over his washboard abs and pecks. She could feel him staring at her as she bent down, her lips landing on his once again.

AN: Thanks for reading! And Quinn's pregnant! Yea! Thanks again for reading. And don't forget:

Reviews make the unicorns happy! :) And here's the link again for Quinn's dress on Polyvore, I think I messed up on it last chapter and I'm too lazy to fix it, so here ya go(just take out the spaces):

http :/ www. poly vore. com/ quinns_ out fi t_ chap_din ner/ set? id= 31 59 96 07