AN: After nearly a year, I have officially published another chapter. It honestly felt amazing to finish another chapter to this story. For the last few weeks I have been writing bits and pieces to this chapter but for the last few hours I managed to get it done. And I hope it doesn't disappoint the fans that this story has left too much. I would like it you guys would please review and tell me if you liked it!:)

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee..

The next few weeks were quiet; and agonizing. Quinn seemed to want to be alone, so he was forced to sleep in the guest room. Hour by hour, minute by minute, she was pushing him away. And before they had left the hospital, the doctor had stressed the importance of keeping him and her friends close. But she wouldn't talk to him or express any emotion around him. Love, hate-nothing. He was worried about her, extremely worried, but the worst part was that he was helpless. He had tried talking to her but it was always one word answers or on a bad day, a nod or shake of the head. He just wanted her to live again. To smile and be happy again. He missed when she smiled and her eyes shone. He wanted to see them fill with love and light. It seemed that now that all that was missing, he noticed it. How she used to shine with a light and happiness like no one else he knew. She used to fill a room with her light and happiness and laughter. When she used to laugh everyone else would have to laugh too. She was just like that.

Of course she hadn't always been like that, so happy. She had been broken once, almost irreparable. In high school, when he had met her, he had been blinded by her beauty. But once he got past all of that, he saw that she was broken, in her eyes. When she thought no one was looking but he was, and he saw it, the way her shoulders would sag and she almost seemed to cave in on herself. But when they began dating in their junior year, that had all changed, she had changed. But she had cheated and they had broken up, and she was like she was in the beginning of junior year. And finally, they had come together and she had put behind her past and her insecurities. And she had been happy. Until now.

Sam got up early the morning of one of Quinn's check-ups that she had been having weekly to since her release from the hospital to make sure that she was healing properly. He didn't want to get up and see her, with her pale face and trembling shoulders. But he had too, for his sake and Quinn's. He knew that she was in pain, physically and emotionally. He could hear her crying and pacing at night in their room. Sometimes he would get up and stand by the closed door, and just listen.

He managed to throw the covers off and get to his feet, raising his arms above his head to stretch at the same time. He groaned as he felt his bones crack and got to his feet. He made his way to his and Quinn's bedroom and without knocking, entered the room. When he saw that the bed was empty, he glanced around the room frantically, and then spotted her in a chair by the window. She sat with her legs tucked underneath her, looking out the window. Her blonde hair was tangled and she was dressed in only a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. She didn't move when he entered and started to approach her. He stopped halfway and opened his mouth to speak.

"Quinn? Are you ready? You have a doctor's appointment at ten." He said softly and she turned her head to look at him. Glancing at the crutches leaning against the wall, he added. "Do you need help getting dressed?"

"No and I'll be ready by nine." She replied hoarsely, probably from lack of use. He nodded slowly and went into the closet to get his clothes. He grabbed jeans and headed back into the bedroom. Quinn still hadn't moved from her spot. He stripped off his shirt he wore to bed and slipped on the jeans. He felt Quinn's gaze on him and out of the corner of his eye, he saw her staring at his chest. Inside he whooped, this was the first response he'd gotten from her in a week. He'd been trying for weeks and now his chest attracted her? Well, then he might just walk around the house shirtless forever.

He went back into the closet to grab a t-shirt and after putting that on, made his way to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, gelled his hair, gurgled some mouthwash and then left the room. He found Quinn sitting on the bed dressed in a flowered sundress and red cardigan with her purse in her lap. She was tapping her red ballet flat clad foot with a tired expression on her face. As soon she glanced at him, she grabbed her crutches, got to her feet and they left the room.

Once they were both in the car and buckled, Sam started the engine and pulled out of the driveway. The drive to doctor's office was quiet, when he had turned the radio and put on a country station, Quinn didn't even make a comment about it even thought he knew that she despised it. When they pulled into parking lot and he parked the car, he got out and jogged over to her door. He pulled open her door. He held out a hand as she grabbed her crutches and used his arm to help her to her feet. They made their way into the building and he headed toward the receptionists desk. After telling the woman that they were here, he went back to Quinn, who was now sitting down. It seemed they waited for a long time until someone called Quinn's name.

He started to get to his feet but Quinn turned, and motioned for him to stop. He looked at her concern and opened his mouth to speak. "But-"She held up her hand and he sat back down with a sigh, eyebrows furrowed. His shoulders slumped, he closed his eyes. He was exhausted. Exhausted from everything that happened. The miscarriage, the accident, Quinn's depression. He felt so bad for her, ever since they left the hospital; she had been quiet and despondent. And by god, he wished he could be the one to fix her. He wanted her to look at him the way she did before, with her hazel eyes shining with love. He wanted to hold her in his arms at night and wake up to see her every morning. But day by day, he thought more and more that maybe, this one time, that his love couldn't make her better.

About halfway through the appointment he dozed off, his chin resting on his hand. He woke up only after hearing the clacking of Quinn's crutches against the tile as she passed him on her way outside. He sighed and got to his feet, following her out. After helping her into the car, he got in on his side and shut the door. With a sigh, he turned to Quinn, giving another try at a conversation with her.

"So how was it? Anything new?" He asked, while smiling. She looked up at him in surprise but didn't smile back.

"Fine and no." She replied quietly, after a while. He sighed once again and then reached to turn the key in the ignition. Pausing, he turned to speak to her again.

"Quinn, you know, if you ever need to talk, I'm here. I'm always here and I love you." He said, biting his lip after. She didn't respond at her, still staring straight ahead, but gave him a slight nod. He noticed her hands clench in her lap and his hand itched to reach over and take hers. After turning the car on, he pulled out of lot carefully. He left his hand resting on the console, just to see if she would take it but she never did.

When they arrived home, he helped Quinn into the house, and as he watched her disappear upstairs, he picked up the phone. Dialing the familiar number, he took a deep breath and pressed the phone to his ear. After a couple rings, a peppy voice filled his ear

"Hello, Hudson residence!"

"Rachel? It's Sam." He replied quietly.

"Sam! Do you need to talk to Finn?" When he didn't reply, he could hear her let out a breath. "Sam, is something wrong? Is-is-is Quinn okay?" Rachel breathed. Ever since senior year, Quinn and Rachel had been best friends and after the recent events, Rachel had been beyond worried about Quinn.

"It's nothing serious. But I-I just can't get through to her, Rachel. It's like she's not even Quinn anymore."His voice trailed off and he swallowed tears. "I just don't know what to do. I thought that maybe you could help her."

"Oh Sam..I don't if I can, but I can try. Do you need to me talk to her?" Rachel replied.

"That would be nice. I was thinking that maybe you could talk to her. I worry about her being by herself all the time."

"I know. I do too. I'll be there in an hour, Sam." Rachel responded.

"Ok. And thank you Rachel"

"It's been no problem. She's as much my friend as she is your wife and I love her." Rachel breathed and added quickly, "Bye Sam. Take care."

Hearing the evident worry in her voice, Sam hung up and put the phone down with a sigh. Running a hand through his hair, he managed to find a chair and fell into it, the weariness and exhaustion that everything had caused took a toll on him eventually.

Rachel arrived exactly an hour later, on the dot. After letting her in, she went upstairs in the direction of his and Quinn's bedroom. He made his way to the living room and sat down in front of the TV. Switching it on, he turned to the guide and scrolled through until he stopped on one movie. Avatar. A ghost of a smile appeared his lips and quickly, he clicked on it. As soon as Jake appeared on the screen, he was reminded of the million times he had watched it with Quinn. The most recent time they had, instantly came back to him as if it was yesterday.

Eight Months Ago

It was a Saturday and after cooking and eating some spaghetti together, Sam drags Quinn over to the couch and then pops in the limited edition of Avatar. He smiles as she groans but plops down right beside her and pulls her close. A look of dread is on her face but his smile is still glued to his face.

"Sam, really?" Quinn whines but he just lets his arm fall from the back of the couch onto her shoulders and pulls her closer.

"C'mon Quinn, you can't deny that you love this movie. After being married to me for two years, you love it." He grins and she rolls her eyes.

"After being married to you for two years, I hate this movie." She mutters and his laughter shook his whole body. "You know, I could think of a million other things we could be doing right now instead of watching this movie." She adds, and for once, he looks away from the movie to gaze at her.

"Oh really?" He replies and she nods, and a smirk appears on her face. "Like what?" His second question only manages to broaden her smirk and then she pulls out from under his arm. With his eyebrow raised, Sam stares at her while she smirks back. She leans close, her breath brushing against his ear.

"This." She breathes and slowly plants kiss on his temple. "And this." Her breath tickling the side of his face, she moves down his jaw line and plants small kisses. "And this." Another press of her lips to the base of his jaw and his breathing hitches.

She smirks and kisses her way down his neck until he manages to get his wits back and reaches out to grab the sides of her face. Her lips lift off his skin, where they were doing wonderful things to his neck, and she looks up at him expectantly through her lashes. His gaze flickers down to her pouty lips quickly before back up to her eyes.

Breathing hard, he brings her lips to his and instantly they fuse together. Moving in a rhythm they mastered years ago, their bodies press together and he pushes her down onto her back and leans over her. Their lips separate and she gazes up at him with hazy eyes before she fervently pulls him back down, losing his smirk as their lips mold into one. Her hands slide to his hips where they massage small circles and he growls and bites down on her lip. Trailing kisses down her neck, he nips at her skin and he can feel her pressing up into him before he feels her hands go to his belt.

That's what brings him back to reality and he realizes what's happening. He pulls away quickly and scoots back. Her cheeks reddening and hair all over the place, she sits up and stares at him in confusion.

"You-you-you fiend!" He gasps and she raises an eyebrow at his choice of words. "You don't want to watch Avatar so you use your feminine wiles to lure me away from it!" His eyes are wide and he looks so outraged that she can't help but laugh.

That only makes him more shocked and he gives her a long disbelieving look before turning away, a pout on his face. Out of the corner of his eye he can see her roll her eyes but he keeps his eyes on the screen when he presses play. She stays on her side of couch and every once in a while he can feel her glance over at him. But he manages to stay mad at her the entire movie, and he's sure she's surprised since he almost always forgives her right away. When the final credits roll onto the screen he hears her sigh.

"Are you still mad at me?" She asks tiredly and he stands up without answering. He can feel her watching him as he strides out of the room with his chin up. Making his upstairs, he can hear behind him and she follows him into their bedroom. He goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth and she goes too. They stand side by silently as they brush their teeth and he doesn't look at her. She stares at him but he chooses to ignore her.

Back in the bedroom, he slips of his t-shirt and throws it the hamper, which is closely followed by his jeans After he pushes back the covers and climbs into bed, she changes into a shirt of his and pair of his boxers. She joins him in bed and leans up against the head board just like him.

"Are you done now?" She sighs and he sniffs and avoids her gaze. She groans in frustration and he can she's getting annoyed. "Sam, this is ridiculous. Will you please look at me? I'm sorry for distracting you from that stupid movie, but right now you're being unreasonable." Finally he looks over at her and her arms are crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm not even that mad you, it was just fun to see you get so angry." He grins and her mouth falls open in disbelief.

"Are you serious right now?" She snaps and his eyes widen and he bites his lip.

"I'm sorry but you're hilarious when you get mad." He smirks and she glares at him before rolling over and turning off her beside light. With only the dim glow coming of his light, he can see the outline of small form beneath the sheets. He pushes the covers away and sits up. Slowly he crawls over to her and leans down.

"You know you can't stay mad at me." He whispers into her ear, a smile playing at his lips. Grasping her shoulder he rolls her over, with some resistance from her. By the angry expression on her face, his smile falls.

"C'mon, I can't even say how stupid this. Please, let's not fight." He gazes at her with hope in his eyes.

"You're right, this is stupid." She replies and the hope inside him fades when she doesn't say anymore. When she reaches up to flick an eyelash off his cheek with the corners of her lips turning up at the corner, his million watt smile lights up again and her lip turn up into a smile too.

"I love you, Sam." She murmurs as he crawls beneath the covers once again and pulls her against his chest.

"I love you too, Q. But next time, you're going to watch Avatar without distracting me once." He laughs as she groans. Burying his nose in her golden curls, he takes in the strawberry shampoo she uses and the smell of home she seems to radiate.

**End Flashback**

Involuntarily, he sniffed, as if his nose was still buried in her hair and she was cradled in his arms. When he finally realized that he only smelled the Febreze Quinn used to use around the house and that his arms are once again lonely and empty, he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He knew that reminding himself of happier times only made things worse but he couldn't help remembering times when Quinn smiled and gazed him like he was her everything. Tears dribbled down his cheek as he struggled to hold in the sobs that try to escape. He remembered that Rachel was just upstairs, and he didn't want to worry her and Finn more by having a break down. His head fell into his hands and he gripped at his hair.

Suddenly, the loud sound of fists hammering against a door revived him from his reverie. He sat up and got to his feet before following the sound, which seemed to be coming from upstairs. Making his way upstairs, the sound brings him to his and Quinn's bedroom where Rachel is banging her tiny fists against the door, yelling.

"Rachel?" He said quizzically, and she turned around with a look of relief on her face.

"Sam! Thank god, its Quinn!" Rachel breathed, her expression one of anxiety. "I went to the bathroom, and I know I could of used your en suite, but I didn't, and I came back and she had locked me out! I been banging on the door and yelling her name but she won't let me in." Rachel exclaimed, talking so fast that Sam could barely understand her.

"Rachel, slow down. Did something happen before you left?" He replied and put his hands out as if to calm her down.

"Well, we were just talking and-" Rachel paused and looked down before looking back at him. "Well I told her that Finn and I-that we…that I was pregnant." Sam stared at her in shock and Rachel face falls and he could see tears building in her eyes.

"I know, I know! I'm stupid, I shouldn't of said anything and I wasn't thinking of how she would react. I'm just used to her being my best friend and being able to tell her anything without a filter." Rachel wiped away tears quickly and gazed at him. "I'm sorry, Sam."

"It's okay Rachel. Why don't you go home and I'll try to get her to open the door, okay?" He smiled a small smile and her and she smiled back sadly before nodding and backing away slowly. He heard her go down the stairs and then the sound of the front door shutting as she left. With a sigh, he turned back to the door, reaching up, he knocked once loudly.

"Quinn? It's Sam. Rachel left; it's just us. Can you let me in?" He said loudly and he could hear moving inside around inside but she doesn't open the door.

"Quinn, please let me in. At least let me know if you're alright?" He tried again but no answer. He waited a few minutes but nothing.

"Fine, I'll leave you alone. I'll be downstairs if you need me." He sighed sadly and turned away from the door until he heard the click of the lock on the door turning. The door opens a bit and slowly, he pushed it open. Entering the room, he looked around, until his gaze fell on a figure on the bed. He took a deep breath before making his way over the bed. He sat down on the edge and slowly reached over to touch Quinn's shoulder.

But before he managed too, she sat up and shot straight in his arms. Her arms went around his waist and she buried her head in his chest. Still in shock, his arms stayed stiffly at his side. But it's only the feeling of her tears soaking through his shirt and onto his skin that clear the fog. Quickly, he wrapped his arms around her shaking form as she sobbed. He rubbed circles on her back and soothed her until she pulled away a bit to speak.

"I feel so bad. Its just when Rachel told me she was pregnant, it hurt. I realized what I didn't have and I couldn't let her see me cry so when she left, I locked the door and hid. I feel so weak. I shouldn't be this upset. I never even held him or even really knew him." She gasped and he held her closer.

"Quinn, it's okay. You have every right to be upset. He was our son and from the very first day, you loved him. You have a million reasons and more to miss him. Just because you never held him or met him, doesn't make him any less real. He was alive. And for some reason, God decided that he wasn't meant to stay. He was still our son and we loved him." He murmured and stroked her hair. She pulled away, wiping tears from her eyes, and gazed at him.

"I'm so sorry, Sam." Her voice shook with another sob and he tightened his grip on her.

"It's okay Quinn. I understand that you've been having a rough time and I just wanted you to know that I'm here. I always have been and I always will." He said softly and a few more tears leak out of her eyes. He wiped them with his thumb and regarded seriously.

"Sam, you have no idea how much I love you. But I just didn't know to do myself, I was so lost without him. Our son. I just- I just loved him so much. It hurts so much. I don't even know if I can describe it, it just hurts." Another sob rocked her body and he began to rock her body back and forth.

"I know, Quinn, I know it hurts." He murmured into her hair. "I'm here for you and I love you, Q." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"I love you too, Sam." Just barely, he hears her whisper and for the first time in weeks, he smiled; an actual, real smile. Although Quinn wasn't completely better, she had finally opened up to him once again, she would get better. And by god, he swore that he would make her better and she would be that care free woman that could light up a whole room with one smile.

AN: Hope you guys liked it!:) I'm not sure if I'm done with this story yet but the ending of this chapter would work for ending for the whole story just in case I don't update, but at the moment I would like to continue this story. Thanks for reading and please review!