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They didn't tell anyone. There was really no point. The word might get around and Quinn might be labeled as a slut, get kicked off the Cheerios, and no way in hell she was being voted prom queen. She had worked too hard. Sam seemed a little sad though. He had always loved kids and probably didn't mind having one of his own, but Quinn reminded him that it just wasn't time yet. She wanted her hot body for a few more years, that seemed to get his mind of the baby thing right away. Quinn had gone back to the doctor and got on the pill. She wanted to make sure this wouldn't happen again. For now she would just enjoy being in high school.
Sam smiled at her as they decorated the tree Puck stole. The fact that they were able to survive a baby scare made their relationship even stronger. They could get through anything together. Quinn glanced at Finn and Rachel. Instead of Rachel being mad at Finn about Santana, Finn was now angry at her for making out with Puck during their short separation. He didn't want to watch another girlfriend of his fall in love with someone else while dating him. Quinn could see the logic in that. She and Finn had been together and then Sam came back and she fell in love with him. Same thing could happen to Puck and Rachel. They had that whole Jew thing going for them.
"So what do you want for Christmas?" Sam asked.
"For you to stop being so grumpy," Quinn answered taking Sam's hand.
"I am not being grumpy!" Sam exclaimed.
"You are to," Quinn argued back, "I know you are a little disappointed. I am not going to lie and say I am too, it worked out for the best."
"I know," Sam said, "I know." Quinn kissed his cheek. "I'm not grumpy." Quinn only laughed.
"There is something going on with my parents," Sam said suddenly.
"What?" Quinn said.
"They are acting really weird," Sam told her, "I thought it was just because of the incident we had, but that's over. They're still stressing about something."
"Do you have any idea what?" Quinn asked.
"No Lu," Sam said. "No idea at all. I don't think it is good though." Quinn squeezed his hand. He had been there for her, she would be there for him.
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"Quinn were are you off to?" Quinn's mother said catching her before she was able to sneak through the front door.
"Just going over to Sam's," Quinn said trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice, "We are going to go to the mall with some of our friends."
"It has been a long time since I have seen him," Judy said, "Why doesn't Samuel come over for dinner tonight?"
"Uh...I can ask," Quinn said weakly.
"All right, but be sure to tell him how much it would mean to us if he came," Judy said with a smile.
"I will," Quinn said trying to smile back. As she made the short walk to Sam's house she wondered if this was a good idea. Russel had always hated that they two of them had been such good friends when they were younger. Boy and girls could not be friends he said. Well they aren't friends anymore so I guess in a way he was right. The reason Russel didn't like Sam now probably had to do with how serious the two had become. Finn and Puck were just passing ships, but Sam was different. Sam was for keeps.
"My mom wants you to come over for dinner tonight," Quinn told Sam causing him, who was pushing Artie, to stop abruptly almost making Artie almost fly out of his chair. The group was on their way to meet Santa in an attempt to help Brittney keep her childlike innocence when it came to Santa.
"You know I am suddenly feeling a little feverish," Sam told her, "I don't think I can."
"Chickening out of going to the Fabray household Sam?" Santana asked who had been listening closely.
"Yes," Sam said as he started walking again, "Lucy's Dad hates me, her Mom tolerates me, and her sister, well, is crazy." Quinn wanted to defend them, but it was all true.
"My sister doesn't even live with us anymore, and you know that," Quinn said, "Please? My Mom asked you to and I think it would be good of you to come. I know your family so well, you should know mine too." Sam sighed and made a face.
"Fine," Sam said giving in, "For you I will." Quinn grinned at then it fell when she saw they had arrived at The North Poll where a black Santa was sitting.
"I'm not sitting on the Santa's lap. Santa's laps are always really warm and its creepy," Quinn said speaking first.
"We all have to sit on Santa's lap," Artie said to the group, "If Brittney sees that we all still believe it'll make her strong enough to withstand all the Santa naysayers in the world."
"Which is everyone over the age of six," Sam pointed out. His sister didn't even believe in Santa anymore. She caught Dad eating cookies and putting presents out and the secret was blown. Stacy wasn't that crushed, as long as she got presents she didn't care how she got them.
"I'm pretty sure this isn't going to work. That guy doesn't even look like Santa," Tina said.
"Trust me all Brittney is going to see is the suit. She wants to believe in him," Artie said and then looked at Mercedes, "Mercedes get up there."
"Go Mercedes. Go Mercedes, go," Brittney cheered.
"Are you seriously going to make me go up there?" Quinn asked Sam.
"I could never make you do anything," Sam said, "You would slap me if I tried. Its for Brittney who is one of your best friends." Quinn nodded and walked up the path.
"What do you want for Christmas?" Santa asked her. Quinn bit her lip and said,
"Chapstick, lots of chapstick." Quinn got up and basically ran back to Sam.
"What did you ask for?" Sam asked.
"Peace on earth," Quinn replied. Sam laughed and took his turn.
"What do you want for Christmas?" Santa asked him.
"Chapstick, lots of chapstick." Sam told him. Sam walked back to his girlfriend unaware they had given the same answer. Finally it was Brittney's turn.
"You see my boyfriend over there," Brittney said and pointed to Artie who waved, "For Christmas I want him to be able to walk." All mouths dropped open. Santa looked at them with wide eyes. Artie began to shake his head, and soon all of them were. No, no, no...
"Sure," Santa said.
"We're screwed," Artie said. Sam sighed and looked at Quinn. She smiled and hooked her arm through his. This was going to be fun.
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Quinn was basically dragging Sam to her house that night. She knew if she didn't come get him Sam might never leave the safety of his house. He had tried tonight. His hair was combed back and Sam had put on his nicest shirt. He looked good.
"Please don't make me go," Sam begged.
"Suck it up," Quinn said, "It will be over before you know it." They made their way up the walk and Quinn opened the door and the first thing Sam saw was Quinn's parents standing there waiting for him.
"Hello Samuel," Judy said with a kind smile. Judy had always called Sam by his full name. Sam was too common she said.
"Thank you for inviting me," Sam said willing his voice not to shake. Russel said nothing, just began to walk to the dining room expecting them to follow them. Quinn held Sam's hand as they walked. He looked so nervous.
"So what do your parents do again Samuel?" Russel asked as they ate.
"My Dad is a contractor for construction sites and my Mom is a secretary." Sam said answering what he thought was an innocent question.
"Must be hard considering no one is building anymore," Russel pointed out. Sam only nodded. "Let me get to the point here." Russel said and the hairs on the back of Quinn's neck rose up, "Your mother and I think that you kids are getting a little too serious for your age, and we think it would be best if you don't see each other anymore." Sam and Quinn were speechless, while Judy refused to look at them.
"What?" Quinn said breaking the silence, "You can't tell us to stop seeing each other."
"I am your father so therefore I can," Russel said, "He is no good for you Quinn. You are no longer a child and you need to think about the future. You are going places, Samuel here is not."
"Don't talk to him like that!" Quinn said and looked at her mother, but Judy would not meet her daughter's eye. "He is shoo in for a football scholarship, Sam could make it to the NFL!"
"Are you sure about that?" Russel asked the teens. Sam was too shocked to speak and Quinn looked like she wanted to hit something. "If he doesn't have football what does he have?"
"He has me!" Quinn argued back.
"So you will be the provider in your relationship?" Russel asked but continued before Quinn could answer. "I have made up my mind. This has to end. I will not have you drag our family down with a small town neighbor boy." Sam finally spoke.
"I am going to go," Sam said standing up. Not looking at anyone Sam walked out the door. He had been insulted and put down by her father, Quinn wouldn't blame Sam if he never spoke to her again. Her father would be getting what he wanted after all.
"It is for the best Qunnie," Judy said to her daughter who was about to burst into tears.
"I will never forgive you for this," Quinn told her parents.
"You are not to see him again Quinn," Russel said firmly, "You will thank me one day. I have already spoken to the Principal and your cheerleading coach so don't try and sneak around at school. You are excused Quinn." Quinn got up from her seat and walked to her room like she was in a trance. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be happening. Quinn burst into tears the moment she entered the safety of her room. She thought her world had come crashing down with the baby scare, but this, this was much worse. Her world wasn't crashing down, it was falling apart. Merry Christmas to her.
Stupid Russel!
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