Chapter Four:
"Oh Kurt, I'm just not sure what to do if the results say we can't have anymore kids." Quinn told Kurt.
"Adopt? That's what Blaine and I are looking into."
"I guess so. I just want to go through pregnancy again. I love being pregnant."
"If only we'd heard you say that when you were sixteen, I'd have been reminding you that you loved being pregnant whilst you were having a hormonal moment! Instead we listened to a fabulously odd rendition of 'This Is a Man's World!' " Kurt said laughing.
"Hey! That was one of my best moments in Glee club! Unless you count "Lucky" with Sam..."
"I don't count that, thanks to my brother, I lost my duet partner!" Kurt replied.
"That seems like an entire life ago. Finn...Puck...Beth."
"That's because it was an entire life ago. Look what you have now. You have the best husband and son."
"I know, I'm incredibly lucky." She replied.
"Ridiculously lucky!"
"Oh my gosh!" Quinn exclaimed suddenly.
"What?" Kurt said looking alarmed.
"I saw Shelby the other day!" Quinn said, suddenly realising who the woman the other day was.
"Shelby?" Kurt replied slightly perplexed.
"Shelby Corcoran! Former coach of Vocal Adrenaline and you know, Beth's adoptive mother. I didn't know they were back in town." Quinn told him.
"Until now, I haven't heard you mention Beth in a long time, Quinn."
"I guess I haven't thought about her in a long time. Not since I married Sam. If I'm completely honest, I got married and Sam and I started our own family. We've got each other. We've got Larry. That's my family."
"I wonder what they're doing back in town." Kurt asked.
"I have no idea. I wonder if Beth looks like me or Puck."
"For her sake I hope she has your looks." Kurt said. They both fell into fits of giggles. Quinn had missed just sitting and laughing. Her problems always seemed much smaller when she was laughing them away. The pregnancy and fertility drama had made all of the laughter disappear in their house.
"Thanks again for taking Larry last night, Kurt. It really helped Sam and I a lot." Quinn said sincerely.
"Don't mention it. The house is so quiet with Blaine away. He's gone three weeks of pretty much every month."
"I'm sorry he's away so much Kurt. You know you're always welcome here. You've helped Sam and I so much in the past, we owe you."
"You owe me nothing. You gave Blaine and me our godson. That's more than enough. I guess I'd better be going, Blaine's home tonight so I'm sure we'll be around during the week to visit." Kurt said rising from the table, hugging his best friend. "Larry has a soccer tournament on Saturday at school. He'd be thrilled if you and Blaine could make it. We all would. Mercedes is planning on coming too." She said.
"Blaine and I wouldn't miss it for the world. Keep it a surprise though? Larry won't expect Blaine to be there." He asked.
"No problem. It'll be our secret." She laughed. Kurt got into his car and Quinn watched him drive away into the distance.
"Quinn, did you make an appointment?" Sam asked during dinner that evening.
"What for Mum?" Larry enquired.
"Yeah I did, and it's nothing Larry." Quinn answered them both.
"When for? I'll take you." Sam offered.
"Thursday at 13:00pm. You don't have to we both needn't be off work."
"You're more important than work. Trust me, I'm taking you." Sam said. Quinn knew she wouldn't win this one. "Are you looking forward to your soccer tournament on Saturday, Larry?" Quinn asked, changing the subject. "Yeah! We're gonna win!" Larry replied enthusiastically.
"Is winning the most important thing?" Quinn asked.
"No. It's the taking part that counts." Larry replied flatly. Quinn had been drumming important phrases like 'It's the taking part that counts' since he could talk. She wanted her son raised with morals and dignity just like she had been. "Come on son, your Mum's right." Sam said trying to raise Larry's spirits. "I know, I just want to win." Larry replied.
"You will, if you go in as a team with a positive attitude. As a leader, a captain, that's what you've got to do." Sam continued.
"I know, but Chuck's captain, all he says is win, win, win." Larry sighed.
"Well when you're captain one day, you'll know whose example not to follow."
"Thanks Dad. I've finished now, may I be excused?"
"You may." Quinn told him. "Have I told you lately how great you are? Really, you're the king of pep talks." She continued. "He really looks up to you, you know that right."
"Yeah, well that's something my Dad would have told me at his age."
"Will Uncle Kurt and Uncle Blaine be at the tournament on Saturday?" Larry asked Quinn that evening as she was tucking him in. "I don't think so buddy. Uncle Blaine's busy in New York and I think Uncle Kurt's going to visit him." She lied.
"Oh." He simply said. A sad look shot over Larry's face.
"Dad, Aunt Mercedes and I will be there though, cheering you on!" She told him. Larry's face flashed a smile. "Yay! I can't wait to see Aunt Mercedes, she's been away for a while."
"She has. Tell you what if, and only if, your team wins we'll have a party here on Saturday after the tournament. Deal?"
"Really? That'd be brilliant!" He said excitedly.
"Do we have a deal?"
"We have a deal Mum. Thanks so much."
"Goodnight Larry." She said kissing his forehead.
"Goodnight." He replied as she switched his bedroom light out.
Quinn slowly made her way downstairs and joined Sam in the lounge. "Sam, we need to talk." She said as she sat down beside him. "About?" He asked.
"Thursday, I know we said we'd leave it until we found out the results, but they could take days, weeks even months. What do we do if we can't conceive? Do we leave it? Do we look to adopt?"
"We'd have to think about what'd be best for Larry. Would adopting have serious implications on him? Would we adopt a baby or someone older who knows they're adopted and might not see us as their parents? We have a lot of decisions to potentially make. We can't just say 'let's adopt' straight away, we really need to weigh up the pros and the cons." Quinn knew Sam was right. "We have an amazing son who will be affected either way. We just need to make sure we do right by him, like we always do." He finished.
Wednesday dragged for both Sam and Quinn. The atmosphere was tense. Quinn knew Sam didn't want to talk about it. She didn't want to push him either. She just didn't know what to do. She could be worrying over nothing. 'It's human instinct to think negatively' she kept telling herself. Quinn barely slept that night; she could hear Sam breathing deeply beside her. She wished she could just enter his brain and think what he was thinking. "Everything's going to be okay." She heard him whisper. He was obviously worrying too.
"How do you know?"
"Do we love each other?" He muttered.
"Yes. Of course."
"Therefore everything's going to be okay. Now try and get some sleep and stop worrying. We've got an important day tomorrow." He said putting his arm around her and pulled her close. 'We've', that was the word Quinn loved to hear. She knew they were in it together.