"Sam? Sam, can you hear me? Sam! Please say something you're freaking me out!"

Sam could hear Quinn hysterically babbling and he wanted nothing more than to tell her to shut the hell up but the words wouldn't form. That feeling...that gut-wrenching feeling that he felt so many years ago and he prayed he would never feel again was back.

Sam kept glancing worriedly at his watch, they were almost 10 minutes behind and Quinn was never late.

"Dude, what's the hold up?"

Sam shot a look at his 16-year-old little brother Stevie that clearly told him that he needed to shut the hell up.

Stevie threw his hands up and whispered a quick apology under his breath.

Sam turned his attention back to his watch and prayed that the beads of sweat popping up on his head wouldn't be noticeable to the guests. It wasn't hot inside the massive church at all but with every minute Quinn was missing Sam felt as if he was inside a furnace that was being turned up higher and higher.

After about another five minutes the guests started to get restless and many of them were throwing concerned looks Sam's way. Just when he thought he couldn't stand it any longer he heard the organ player start up with the wedding march. He breathed a sigh of relief and he and the 150 guests turned to face the doors that Quinn would soon be coming out of. He took a deep breath and prepared himself to feel the rush of emotion he always heard of men feeling when they first saw their bride walk down the aisle. Unfortunately for Sam, the feeling never came. It didn't have time to because as soon as the door were opened Quinn came hurtling down the aisle, alone.

"Where's her dad?" Sam heard Stevie say.

The dread started to creep through his body like ooze when Quinn finally got close enough to where he could fully see her. Her hair looked as if it were in some complicated updo at some point but now it looked like a bird's nest. Her face was red and splotchy from crying and there were new tears already forming in her eyes. The bodice of her dress was slightly askew and when he looked down he could see her bare feet peeking out from underneath the dress.

"What happened Quinn, and where is your dad?"

"He left! I can't...he just left...I don't know what to do!" She sobbed.

Sam was livid, how could her father abandon her on her wedding day? Did he disapprove of their union? Sam never got the feeling that he did, but if so, he should have picked a better time to express it than 5 minutes before the ceremony.

Even though Sam could feel 150 pairs and there were various people coming up to help he motioned for them all to stay back.

"Quinn honey, look at me. You need to calm down, and tell me what happened. Why did your father leave?"

"He disowned me! He said I shamed him and he never wanted to speak to me again!"

"What...because of the wedding?"

"No! Because of the ba-"

Quinn quickly shut her mouth and looked around wildly as if to make sure no one heard what she said.

"Because of the what? What are you talking about?"

Sam watched in surprise as Quinn quickly pulled herself together and put on her 'Ice Queen' mask. He hated the blank, dead-eyed look she would get when she put her mask up. The dread that had been oozing through him immediately started to move at the speed of burning lava.

"Sam, we need to talk but I prefer that we didn't do it in front of the guests."

"No, if you have something to say to me then say it so you can go back and get cleaned up and we can finish this wedding."

"There is not going to be a wedding today."

Sam ignored the shocked gasps that went through the crowd.

"Excuse me?"

"Sam please, let's not do this here."

"TELL ME, NOW!"

Quinn widened her eyes and stepped back. All at once the mask crumpled and big, fat tears started rolling down her face.

"Please, Sam...please, don't make me do this here."

"Quinn. Just. Say. It." He said through clenched teeth.

"I'm pregnant."

The dread that had been flowing through his body suddenly locked up and became like a living breathing thing inside of him that was eating him alive.

Quinn couldn't be pregnant because they had never had sex. So unless she was a modern day Mary and she was carrying Jesus 2.0 then she wasn't pregnant. He refused to believe she was pregnant. She. Was. Not. Pregnant.

"Sam please...you have to say something."

"You're not pregnant."

She closed her eyes and more tears started to fall down her cheeks.

"Please, let's go in the back okay? We can finish this conversation in private."

"You're not pregnant."

"Sam, please man, maybe we should take this to the back." Stevie whispered softly.

"Don't touch me. I'm not going anywhere. Whatever she has to say she can say it in here."

Quinn looked back at the guests who had become strangely quiet. It was clear that none of them were going to miss the show.

"Sam, I'm sorry...this isn't the way I wanted you to find out. I was going to wait until after-"

"After we got married? You were going to wait until after we were married to tell me you were pregnant with some other man's child?"

"Yes! But Daddy found out and he told me to tell you days ago but I couldn't do it. He would've told you today but I begged him not to and that's when he told me I was no longer his daughter and left."

"Good." Sam said coldly. Out of the corner of his eye he could see several heads nodding among the guests.

"You don't mean that. I made a mistake, a silly, stupid mistake. It was only one time! I didn't ask for this. I'm so sorry baby, I'm so, so sorry. I love you and I know you love me, we can work this out. Please, I need you." Quinn pleaded.

As Sam stared down at her all he could feel was pity. She was a lost little girl and she probably always would be. For over a year he thought he loved her. He changed damn near everything about himself to be with her but in the end he convinced himself it was worth it because he got her. Now, he saw how wrong that was. Quinn Fabray was no prize.

"Who is he?" Sam asked softly

"Does it matter?"

Sam's steely gaze was all the answer needed.

"His name is Noah Puckerman. He...he, cleaned my dad's pool."

Sam chuckled mirthlessly, "So when you say you want to be with me what you mean is you want to be with my wallet?"

"No! I love you Sam!"

"Just not enough to not cheat, right?"

At that question Quinn started to sob loudly. The guests began to shift uncomfortably in their seats. What was once an interesting show was quickly shaping up to be a devastating turn of events.

"Please Sam, I know I messed up but I promise it'll never happen again."

"I know it won't because we're through."

He moved to brush past her but she immediately grabbed his arm and began to plead with him to stay. She was making a complete fool out of both of them and with the very fragile hold he had on his control he needed to get out of that church as quickly as possible.

"Quinn, let go. You are making a fool out of yourself in front of the guests."

"I don't care! We don't have to get married today, but don't leave me, okay? We'll work this out and I'll fix things with my father and everything will be the way it's supposed to be."

Sam was worried about the crazed look in Quinn's eye but the hatred growing inside of him wouldn't allow him to be concerned for too long.

"And what about the baby? Where's your bastard child going to go?" Who is going to raise it?"

"We are. The baby would be yours, we'd give him or her your last name. It would be an Evans just like you."

Sam was trying so hard to control his rage but hearing how Quinn had plotted and schemed to pass off her baby with another man as his child was his breaking point.

"MOVE!"

Quinn gave a startled squeak but she wasn't going to be easily deterred. Luckily for him Emma got up from her seat next to his father and pried Quinn's hands off of him.

As soon as he was free he took off down the aisle. As he by the guests he heard various comments like, "I'm so sorry" "What a shame" "that poor boy..." By the time he made it outside his hands were shaking, he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't see because of the tears burning his eyes.

The pain was indescribable.

What had he done to deserve this?

8 years later Sam was asking himself the same question again. He couldn't give a damn about Quinn being pregnant again, but his brother being the father was almost too much for him to handle.

He knew it wasn't jealously because he had just experienced jealously on a ridiculous level because of Matt's pursuit of Mercedes and while that feeling fucked with his head it still didn't emotionally break him. Only Quinn could do that. Only Quinn would do that.

"I don't believe you, Quinn."

She sighed, "Why would I lie about Stevie being the father?"

He looked at her incredulously, "because you're a liar, that's what liars do."

"Look, Sam I know I fucked up before but this is different. We weren't together so I don't see why you're getting angry. Are you jealous or something."

"Don't flatter yourself Quinn. I wasn't jealous the last time you got knocked up with some other man's child and I'm not jealous now."

"So, you believe me?"

"No."

"But you just said-"

"I just said that I'm not jealous of you having a baby with another man. I never said anything that other man being Stevie."

"And what's going to have to happen before you believe it?"

"A paternity test." Sam said matter-of-factly.

"Sam that is ridiculous! I don't sleep around."

Sam laughed cruelly.

"I don't. I was only sleeping with Puck when I got pregnant."

That was a low blow and from the tiny smirk on Quinn's face she knew it.

"Maybe if you had better sense of whose dick to bounce on maybe you wouldn't be in the predicament that you're in."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means don't think I've forgotten that comment you made about making your first baby an Evans. You may think you're clever but I'll be damned if I let your try and pass off another one of your bastards off as my family."

"Fuck you Sam." Quinn said with tears in her eyes. "You don't have to believe me but I'll get that fucking paternity test and when I do I want an apology."

"Don't hold your breath."

Sam waved the waiter over and handed him a hundred dollar bill and told him to keep the change. The waiter looked as if he wanted to argue given the fact that the mean only cost about 40 dollars but he thought better of it and scurried away.

"Are you going to talk to Stevie?" Quinn asked softly, "I really do need his help."

"Do you mean his money?"

"Sam, please."

"Fine. I want to know if my traitor brother was really stupid enough to sleep with you."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me Quinn, because if he tells me that he didn't sleep with you then I never want to see your face again. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good."

Sam grabbed his keys off the table and stalked out of the restaurant leaving Quinn behind. As soon as he got in his car he took off in the direction of his brother's condo. Since the lazy bastard decided not to come to work again Sam knew he was probably at home sleeping another late night.

After stalking passed the doorman Sam jumped into the elevator and viciously pressed the button to his brother floor. As soon as he reached Stevie's front door he started pounding on it mercilessly.

"I'm coming...I said I'm coming...WHO THE FUCK IS IT?"

Stevie flung the door angrily but his expression quickly changed to confusion when he saw it was Sam.

"Dude, what the fuck? Why are you beating on my door like you're the police or something?"

Sam walked in the door and pushed Stevie so hard he bounced back off the wall.

"Did you do it? Huh? DID YOU?"

"Do what? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Did you sleep with Quinn?"

The color drained out of Stevie's face as his eyes widened in shock.

"How did you...who told you?"

"Quinn did." Sam started shaking his head from side to side, "man, how could you?"

"It was just one night. I saw her out at a restaurant and we started talking and we had a few drinks and well...one thing led to another. I didn't tell you because I knew it would upset you and I didn't want to get you upset over nothing."

"Nothing?" Sam knew he could be heartless when it came to kids but even he wouldn't refer to a kid as nothing.

"Yeah, it was a one night thing, I never saw her again."

"Have you talked to her?"

Stevie looked away guiltily, "yeah she called once but she was acting crazy so I hung up the phone and I haven't returned any of her calls since."

"What did she say Stevie?'

"What does it matter? Like I said she was talking crazy."

"What did she say?"

"She said she was pregnant okay? But it's bullshit. She tried to put a kid off on you and now she's trying to do it to me. It was one fucking night; if she even is pregnant the kid's not mine."

Sam felt drained. He didn't have the strength to be angry anymore, not today.

"You're a coward."

"That's rich coming from you Sam." Stevie said angrily. "Don't forget you walked away from her too."

"It wasn't my fucking kid!

"Well, this one isn't mine either as far as I'm concerned."

Sam looked at his brother in shock. He knew that Stevie had his selfish moments but he never thought he would deny his on child.

"You disappoint me, Stevie."

"Well, we can't all be perfect like you, bro." Stevie said bitterly.

Sam gave his brother one last long hard look before turning and leaving the apartment. After a hellishly long drive back to his place Sam entered his penthouse and headed straight for the liquor cabinet. He grabbed the first full bottle he could find, which just happened to be Jack Daniels, and he took the top off and took a deep swig. The burn going down his throat and into his chest was all Sam could feel or think about, which was perfect. He was done thinking about his brother and Quinn and their baby on the way. He was done worrying about Matt and for a little while he was done lusting for Mercedes. He needed a fucking break and his good friend Jack was going to provide it.

Sam slid down to the floor next to the liquor cabinet. He knew he would regret sitting on the floor in the morning but right now he couldn't find it in himself to care. It didn't take much time for Sam to down half a bottle of whiskey and he could feel himself right on the verge of passing out. Before he went under he made sure to place the top back on it carefully because he wanted Old Jack's mind-numbing liquid to be the first thing to greet him when he woke up. Unfortunately for him someone else had different plans and the liquid that greeted him was cold, from a faucet, and thrown right into his face.

He sputtered as he came to and the room spun dizzily around him. He shut his eyes in hopes that the pounding in his head would go away and the room would stop spinning.

"Oh good, so you're not dead."

The question was nonchalant but the way it was asked was anything but. Sam stared up at the woman hovering over him with the tears in her eyes and the empty bowl in her quivering hands. She was livid.

He was in trouble now.