"Are you two coming?"

Sam tried his best to keep his eyes bugging out of his head as he took in Mercedes in her skintight black dress. He thought her black leather skirt was bad but this...this dress was just evil. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he made eye contact with Mercedes. She tried to regard him coolly but he could literally see the fire burning in her eyes. She could try and act as if she was unaffected him all she wanted to but her body never lied. He fought back his smile as she turned sharply on her heel and stalked away with Quinn and Crystal scurrying behind her. It was good to know that he wasn't the only one affected in this weird little dance that they were caught in.

Sam continued staring at Mercedes until she was completely out of eyesight and then he turned slightly to see that Matt was doing the same thing. The little lust filled bubble that he was in was abruptly popped by seeing his ex-best friend ogling his woman.

"What's your problem?" Sam demanded angrily.

Matt turned his head and gave Sam a quizzical look, "are you talking to me?"

"Who else would I be talking to?"

A smirk started to form on Matt's face as he turned fully in his seat to give Sam his full attention.

"Let me guess, this is about the lovely Miss Jones, isn't it?"

"You know damn well it is, you need to back off."

"This conversation again? I thought we had moved past this," Matt said in a bored voice, "What's the matter? Don't like sharing?"

Sam fought the urge to punch Matt in the face. This dinner already had him on edge and he knew the one thing he couldn't handle was Matt goading him about Mercedes.

"I know you have some imaginary beef with me but leave her out of it, okay? Just leave it alone."

"Why should he?"

Sam turned his head sharply to find Stevie glaring at him.

"What?"

"Why. Should. He?" Stevie said through gritted teeth, "why should he just leave it alone, it's not like you ever do. You're nothing but a fucking hypocrite."

"Don't start Stevi-"

"Don't start? DON'T START?" Stevie yelled, "You have some fucking nerve Sam. You can play puppet master with other people's lives but when someone calls you out on it you don't want to talk about it. Fuck you."

Matt's eyes widened at Stevie's outburst before he turned to see Sam's reaction.

"We're not doing this here," Sam said in a low voice.

"Why not? You brought her here so you apparently expected something to happen."

"I expected you to man up and quit running away from your responsibilities. The more you run from her the more she comes to me and I'm tired of it. Quit being a fucking coward and handle your business."

"What business?" Matt asked curiously.

"It's nothin-"

"Quinn's pregnant." Stevie spat out.

"Wha-how... she's pregnant again?"

"Yes, again." Stevie growled, "She's claiming it's mine but I think she's full of shit."

"Wait...WHAT? You had sex with Quinn Fabray? Dude..." Matt shook his head from side to side in disbelief, "you banged your brother's ex-fiancé and got her pregnant? That's so fucked up." Matt's actions belied his words as he started laughing like he had heard the world's funniest joke.

"Shut the hell up Matt!" Stevie growled out, "We don't know for sure if it's my kid and knowing Quinn I wouldn't be surprised if she made the whole thing up, pregnancy and all so until I know for sure, the bitch doesn't exist to me."

Matt sobered up quickly at Stevie's harsh words.

"Um, that's kind of cold-hearted don't you think?"

"Nope," Stevie muttered as he poured another glass of wine, "I'm protecting myself and my family name, there is nothing cold-hearted about it."

Sam had heard enough.

"You're a fucking coward, and you always have been. Thank God Dad isn't around to see the heartless piece of shit you turned into."

"Take that back," Stevie said angrily, rising from his seat, "take it back right now or I swear to God..."

"You swear to God what?" Sam demanded. "You're not man enough to claim your own kid but I'm supposed to believe you're man enough to kick my ass? Maybe you can try that little threat again when you grow some balls but until then keep your mouth shut while grown men are talking."

Sam barely got the words out before Stevie kicked back his chair and practically lunged across the table at him. Sam leaned back just in time but he still felt a whoosh of air as Stevie's fist passed in front of his face.

Matt quickly jumped up and grabbed Stevie and forced him back into his seat.

"You have got to chill man, people are looking."

Sam looked around to notice other diners sending curious glances their way.

"We'll finish our talk later Stevie, not here."

"Fuck you, Sam." Stevie replied back coldly, "And stay the fuck out of my business or I promise you my life won't be the only one getting fucked up."

"What in the hell is supposed to mean?"

"It means if you don't stay the hell out of my business I will make sure your whore will be looking for new employment."

Sam vision turned red and he could feel his whole body growing tense.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Sam said icily.

"Guys..." Matt started worriedly.

"I said, I'll make sure your whor-"

Stevie was abruptly cut off when Sam's fist connected with the right side of his face. The force of the impact knocked Stevie backwards in his chair.

"Don't you ever talk about her like that again!" Sam yelled, he tried to get to Stevie again but he was stopped by Matt. However, all it took was one forceful push to have Matt staggering backwards and Sam was hovering over Stevie.

"Don't you ever threaten her, do you hear me?" Sam grabbed the front of Stevie's shirt and shook him, "do you hear me?"

"Fuck. You." Stevie growled out before pushing Sam away and standing up. Sam started to lunge at him again but he was jerked back roughly by two waiters. Without any words he was dragged towards the exit and with a quick look back he saw that the same was happening to Matt and Stevie. Once they reached the door the maitre'd regarded them with cool eyes and said that they were no longer welcome in the establishment. He motioned for them to exit and once they were out the doors were slammed behind them.

"I cannot believe this," Matt stated in disbelief, "I have never in my life been thrown out of a restaurant...I've never been thrown out of anything."

"Get over it, Matt...it's not the end of the world." Sam said as he massaged his sore knuckles and watched his brother. Stevie's body was strung so tightly he was practically vibrating and Sam was just waiting for him to make his first move. He didn't want to fight his brother but after what he said about Mercedes he would happily do it. Resorting to low blows during fight was not a new occurrence for Stevie so Sam was expecting something but he didn't expect him to go after Mercedes.

"This isn't done..." Stevie muttered softly, "this isn't done by a long shot."

Sam ignored the feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach as he regarded his brother. He may have overstepped with his comment about their dad but he refused to take it back even though he had a feeling that he might regret it down the line. Stevie was usually so happy-go-lucky and laid back that it was easy to miss that underlying darkness to him that never really went away. Stevie could make his life a living hell and Sam knew it, he just hoped that he kept Mercedes out of it because between Stevie and Matt he didn't know how much more he could take.

After Stevie gave his cryptic warning he turned away from Sam and walked away but he didn't go too far. Sam decided to follow suit and he walked off in the opposite direction leaving Matt muttering to himself.

Five minutes later Crystal and Quinn came out and they were both juggling a couple of to-go boxes. Crystal made a beeline for Stevie and Sam watched as Quinn shot a longing glance in their direction before reluctantly heading towards Sam.

"Are you okay?" Quinn asked once she got to him.

"Do you care?"

She sighed as she looked at him, "of course I care...about both of you and I don't want to see either of you hurt."

Sam rolled his eyes as he watched Quinn shoot another concerned look in Stevie's direction. Crystal was now holding his head as she blew on the wound over his eye like he was a child that got a boo-boo cleaned with an antiseptic wipe.

"What were you fighting about?"

"Does it matter?"

"Considering you got us all thrown out and banned from one of the nicest restaurants in town, yeah, I think it matters? Was it worth it?"

Sam instantly thought back to what Stevie said about Mercedes, "yeah, it was worth it," he said without pause.

"Hmmm, was it about me perchance?"

Sam gave Quinn an annoyed look, "no, it wasn't about you. Do you honestly think either one of use would get into a fist fight over you?"

Quinn's hazel eyes instantly filled with tears and Sam immediately felt like a jackass.

"Look Quinn—"

"No it's fine, and you're right. Why would either of you bother fighting over me?"

Sam opened his mouth to say more but he was distracted by Mercedes coming out of the restaurant. He saw her shoot a quick glance his way before walking towards Matt. He ignored the bubble of jealously growing in his chest as he watched Matt and Mercedes talk.

"Ah...so that's who the fight was about." Quinn said knowingly.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked evasively, "I never said who the fight—"

"You didn't have to," Quinn interrupted, "you always did wear your heart on your sleeve."

"Look, the thing with me and Mercedes..."

"Is none of my business, I know. But I'm not blind and neither is anyone else, except for maybe her. How long do you think you're going to be able to play the boss and employee roles?"

"For somebody that admits that something isn't her business you sure have a lot to say about it."

Quinn chuckled lightly, "well, you'll have to forgive me, I'm nosy by nature."

"Yeah, I remember," Sam gave a small chuckle and he relaxed slightly. After the fight with his brother he didn't have the energy to be at odds with Quinn as well, at least not for tonight.

"Are you ready to go?" Quinn asked, "All the stress of today has worn me out."

"Yeah we can go, just first let me..."Sam trailed off as noticed out of the corner of his eye that Mercedes was heading to where he assumed her car was parked. "Just let me..."

"Go ahead Sam, I'll wait by the car." Quinn said dryly as she followed his gaze, "You should just tell her, you know."

"Tell her what?"

"That you're halfway in love with her."

"I'm not..."Sam started to say he wasn't but he found that his mouth wouldn't let him form the words. Quinn just gave him a knowing look again before sending one last regretful look at Stevie and Crystal and heading to his car.

As soon as Quinn left Sam started speed walking in Mercedes direction, he didn't want to startle her but he needed to catch her and she walked surprisingly fast in those deliciously high heels of hers. Once he was close enough that he could reach out and touch her he saw her start to slow down before taking a deep breath and turning around. She looked slightly startled to see him so close but she bounced back quickly and asked him sarcastically,

"What do you want Mike Tyson?"

Sam smiled slightly at her quip before saying quietly, "we need to talk."

Mercedes rolled her eyes and gave an unladylike snort.

"No, we actually really don't. I have big plans for tonight and you're not ruining those like you ruined dinner."

Sam instantly felt bad, he knew she wasn't too keen on their little three-way date from the get-go but he doubted that she ever wanted it to end the way that it did. He couldn't blame her for being pissed off and humiliated and it was all his fault.

"Look, I'm sorry about that, I never meant for things to get that out of control but Stevie just..."

"Stevie, just what?" Mercedes snapped at him.

"He just pushed the wrong buttons, okay?"

"So that's your big defense for fighting your brother in a 5-star restaurant? He pushed the wrong buttons? Are you 12?"

Sam didn't have a comeback for that. He knew he was wrong for lashing out at Stevie the way that he did but after what he said about Mercedes Sam couldn't control himself. He doubted that would be of any consolation to her though, especially after he told her what Stevie had said.

Mercedes clearly had enough for the night because she shook her head at him with a disgusted expression before turning and walking away. Sam quickly grabbed her arm to stop her because he knew if she walked away that he may never have a chance to fix this mess.

"What?" She snapped at him again.

"We need to talk...please." He knew he was pleading but he didn't care.

"Talk about what, exactly? The fact that you've been ignoring me for a week? Or would you rather talk about how you can act like you don't want me one minute but then act jealous when someone else does in the next? Or maybe we could talk about how you thought it would be a great idea to bring your beautiful ex-fiancé out on a date with you. Tell me, Sam what do you want to talk about first?"

Sam was shocked by Mercedes' outburst and he didn't quite know what to say.

"Mercedes...I...all of this complicated."

"Complicated? Now where have I heard that before?"

Sam gave her a confused look, where had she heard that before, because it sure as hell wasn't from him. He wanted to ask her about it but he didn't get a chance because she started talking again.

"How's this for a deal, why don't you keep your complicated feelings that you can't talk about all to yourself and I'll do the same. And on Monday we can both just go on ignoring each other and nobody's feelings will get hurt, how about that?"

Sam heart hurt at the sound of Mercedes' shaking voice. She tried to hide it under an overly bright tone but he could still hear it. He had royally fucked things up and he wanted to fix it but first he would have to fess up about why he thought the ignoring plan was a good one.

"No, I don't want things to be like this between us. I fucked up with the whole ignoring thing and I admit that. I thought...I thought if I held you at arm's length and didn't talk to you then I wouldn't make things worse between us."

"What? WHAT?" Mercedes yelled at him incredulously, "that is a fucking horrible idea!"

"I know! I just...I don't know how to do relationships and after Quinn...I just didn't want to mess this up, okay?"

Sam held his breath as he waited for Mercedes response. She still looked angry but some of it seemed to deflate after his confession.

"I don't want to mess this up either...whatever it is, but us not talking is the worst idea ever."

"Yeah..." Sam chuckled softly, "yeah, it really is."

Hearing Mercedes say that she didn't want to mess their...whatever up either lifted a heavy weight off his shoulders that he didn't realize he had been carrying around. "So we talk...?" Mercedes asked hesitantly, "and nothing else."

"Nothing else." Sam replied back firmly.

"Okay, well if you want to come over we can talk tonight...or wait...or whatever." Mercedes rambled nervously.

Sam smiled down at her gently, "I would love to. I just have to drop Quinn off first."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth Sam instantly regretted them, especially when Mercedes slightly tensed up. He was already working out a way to fix yet another mess that he had created with his big mouth when he heard,

"Okay, that's fine. I'll see you after you drop her off."

Sam breathed a sigh of relief and gave Mercedes a grateful smile. He appreciated the fact that she was willing to try in spite of everything that had happened that night. He leaned forward and considering pressing a soft kiss to her lips but at the last minute he changed his mind and ran his lips lightly against the smooth skin of her cheek before moving up to her ear.

"I'll see you soon," he breathed into her ear and he bit back a grin when he felt her shudder slightly against him. After he felt the jerky movement of her head nodding he moved away and gave her one last lingering look before turning on his heel and walking away. As he made his way across the parking lot he looked over and saw his brother glaring at him. He sent a small nod in Stevie's direction and he watched as his brother's glare only seemed to increase in intensity. Suddenly, Stevie's attention shifted and he was looking past Sam to his car where Quinn was standing. Sam thought the glare that Stevie was throwing him was intense but it increased tenfold when his gaze landed on Quinn. Sam had never seen his brother look like that and he hoped he hadn't opened a can of worms that he was unable to put the lid back on.

"He hates me doesn't me?" He heard Quinn ask softly once he made it to the car.

"No he's just...no, he doesn't." Sam said unconvincingly.

Quinn gave him a look that said she didn't believe him, but she didn't say anything. The Stevie/Quinn thing was far from over but for the rest of the night it was no longer going to be Sam's problem.

An hour later he found himself in front of Mercedes' apartment waiting patiently to be let in. The smile on his face faltered slightly when he saw that she was still wearing the distractingly tight black dress from dinner. He had hoped that she would have changed out of it into something more comfortable...and covered up because he knew it would be hard to keep his promise of just talking when he had a full view of her in that dress.

"Hi." Sam choked out from his suddenly dry mouth.

"Hi," Mercedes said looking slightly frazzled, "why don't you come in and have a seat."

"Is everything okay?" Sam asked as he made his way to the couch.

"No…yeah…I'm fine. I just got off the phone with someone and…"

"And…?"

"And the person left me with a lot to think about, that's all."

"Okay…"Sam said hesitantly, he wanted to ask more but he knew it wasn't his place. "So, are you ready for that talk?"

"Yes, as ready as I'll ever be I guess. Why don't you go first?" Mercedes settled on the couch across from him and tucked her feet underneath her. As she got comfortable Sam fought to take his mind off what happened the last time they were both on this particular couch and focus on the conversation at hand. He promised her that they were just talking and that is exactly what they were going to do, even if it killed him.

"Well…what exactly do you want me to start? Maybe it will be better if you just ask questions and I'll answer them."

"Okay fair enough. Question #1, what are we?"

"Wow, that's forward." Sam chuckled nervously.

"We've been beating around the bush for weeks now and I'm tired of it and I hope you're tired too so let's get this over with. What are we?"

"Well…I…don't kno—what do you think we are?"

Mercedes rolled her eyes at Sam's stammering and said, "I think we're a fucked up mess."

"I think we have our issues but we aren't that bad," Sam said defensively, "we've had a rough start and it's mostly my fault but we can fix it and move forward."

"Why should I?"

"Why—what?" Sam suddenly had a sinking feeling that this conversation wasn't going to go the way he hoped it would. "Why should you move forward with me?"

"Yep." Mercedes released her 'p' with an audible pop as she lounged back on the arm of the sofa and gave him a challenging look. "Why should I put myself out there for you to ignore one minute and then to act possessive over the next whenever the mood strikes you? What is so goddamned special about you that I should let myself get hurt repeatedly?"

Sam closed his eyes in shame, "Nothing," he said softly. "If I were a better man I would tell you that you that I wasn't worth it and you should get as far away from me as humanly possible. But I'm not a better man so I'm asking you to give me…give us a chance. I can't promise to be perfect but I can promise to do better. I just…I don't want to lose you, to lose this thing that we have."

After a long pause that had Sam's hands sweating her heard Mercedes ask softly, "what about Quinn?" Sam knew it was his chance to clear the air totally about his ex and her pregnancy but something held him back. He didn't know if it were some misplaced loyalty to Stevie but even after everything he didn't feel right spilling his brother's secret. He knew not mentioning Quinn's pregnancy especially when it was the sole reason she was his life again was a huge omission but he felt…hoped that his brother would get his shit together soon and claim his child so that Sam could get that proverbial monkey off his back and then he could talk about it freely.

"My relationship with Quinn is—"

"I swear to God if you say complicated then I'm kicking you out of my apartment right now!" Mercedes said heatedly.

"No, I wasn't going to say complicated," Sam laughed, "Its different...the word I was going to use was different. Once upon a time I thought I loved Quinn but after what she did I knew that I hated her and I've hated her for years."

"And now?"

"Now? Now, I feel sorry for her. There is still anger there but I'm not bitter like I used to be. I'll never trust her again and if she walked out of my life right now I wouldn't lose a wink of sleep over it but I don't hate her, and I don't love her. She needs my help with something and hopefully after she gets it we'll be done with each other. That's it, I swear it. I don't love her and she doesn't love me and neither of us wants to be together. I promise."

Mercedes gazed at him coolly for awhile before finally saying, "I believe you."

Sam could hardly control the huge smile that broke across his face. He wanted to lean across the space separating them and kiss her but he did promise to keep their meeting platonic so he stayed seated.

"Is there anything else you wanted to know?"

"Yes, what about work?"

"What about it?" After the minefield that was their conversation about Quinn, the work talk seemed like a walk in the park.

"Well, let's say we do start a relationship up, how is it going to work at the office? Are you going to go back to treating me like a piece of furniture that you can't be bothered to acknowledge? Or if things don't work out are you going to kick me to the curb?"

"I already explained to you about the ignoring thing, it wasn't my finest moment by a long shot but trust me I'll never do it again."

"Fine. What about my job? To be frank we shouldn't be hooking up anyway but since we are both like moths to a flame we should at least both go into this with all the facts. If we start something up and it ends, will you fire me?"

"Will you still want to work for me if things don't work out?"

"Don't answer my question with a question."

Sam raised his eyebrow at her snappy reply but he refused to answer until she answer is question first.

Mercedes realized what he was doing and blew out an annoyed breath, "look, to be completely honest I don't know. I love my job but I hate uncomfortable situations and our 'thing' has the potential to be incredibly awkward if it went sour. I just don't want to be on my way to the unemployment line if we can't make this relationship work. I'm not saying that I wouldn't leave but I would like to know whether or not I would have to leave if we broke-up."

"No," Sam said simply, "you're incredible at that job and for as long as you want it, it's yours no matter what happens with us."

"Promise?" Mercedes held her pinky out to Sam and he smirked before bringing his pinky up to hers. He slid his pinky sensuously down the inside of hers and he saw her eye flutter shut as he hooked their two fingers. "Promise." He whispered back huskily.

In Sam's mind a new promise negated the validity of the previous one, or that's what he convinced himself as he tugged on Mercedes pinky and pulled her forward. When he finally had her sprawled over him he brought their pinkies up to his mouth and kissed them. Mercedes mouth tilted up slightly as she leaned towards their pinkies and kissed them as well. They stared into each other's eyes before letting their pinkies drop from between them and latching onto each other's lips. Sam wasted no time at all grabbing Mercedes and lifting her up and over him until she was straddling his hips. The innocent make-out session quickly turned R-rated when Mercedes started circling her hips up and down and around his painfully hard dick. He clenched at her hips to get her to slow down but he was distracted when he felt her dress riding up further and further under his hands. At this point it had made its way around her waist leaving her pussy covered with nothing more than a pair of very skimpy and very wet black panties. Sam hooked his fingers onto the side of the panties and unceremoniously ripped them off. Mercedes gave a muffled 'oh' against his lips as she felt the sudden cool air on her nether regions. She stopped grinding on Sam long enough to focus her eyes on the thin scrap of lace that was dangling from his fingers,

"Do you know how much those cost?" She asked feigning anger.

"It doesn't matter what it cost, I'll be you as many more pairs of them as you want." Mercedes purred appreciatively against his lips but she abruptly stopped when she heard Sam say, "And then I'm going to rip all of those off of you too."

"You had better not!" She laughed as she bit at his juicy bottom lip. He growled in appreciation before sliding his hand down to her dripping pussy.

"Damn it baby, you're so fucking wet." Sam slid his finger up and down her slit as she wiggled against him wantonly. He slid two fingers inside and instantly groaned at how tight she was, he needed to be inside of her now.

"Wrap your legs around me." Sam said against Mercedes neck.

"What?" She asked confusedly but did it anyway. As soon as her legs were secure behind his back, Sam stood up and headed towards the bedroom.

"Sam! Put me down, I'm too heavy."

Stopped midway to the bedroom and gave Mercedes a stern look, "what did I tell you about that?"

"It's just that—"

"It's just nothing, I already told you that you're perfect to me, now stop talking and enjoy the ride."

Mercedes gave a short giggle before leaning down and placing another soft kiss against Sam's lips. He quickly deepened the kiss and their sweet moment turned into a fierce battle between two tongues. They were both biting and sucking at whatever bit of exposed flesh they could get to. Sam's steps faltered many times before he just thought 'fuck it' and slammed Mercedes up against the nearest wall.

She released a startled whoosh of air but quickly recovered and started tearing at his shirt. He regretfully put her down so that he could unbutton his pants. Once he had those kicked off, along with his underwear, grabbed the ends of Mercedes dress that were no almost up to the bottom of her breasts and ripped it from her body. As soon as the garment was out of the way Sam grabbed Mercedes' legs and wrapped them around him and whispered into her ear, "hang on tight baby" before plunging deep inside her.

Sam was sure he was going to black out from the feeling of being inside her again. He barely had time to settle in before Mercedes started moving against him. He followed her lead and before long they had found their perfect stroke. She had wound her hands tight into his blonde hair and he buried his head into throat and licked at her skin as he moved in and out of her.

"Sam I…need…go faster…please…"

Sam braced his hand on the wall beside Mercedes head and started pounding into her over and over again.

Pictures beside them started to fall to the floor but neither one of them noticed. Sam brought his mouth back to Mercedes and swallowed her numerous cries, of 'oh God' that came from her mouth over and over again. He felt the familiar tightening in his stomach and he reached between the two of them and pinched Mercedes' clit. Suddenly everything tightened, her fists in his head tangled into his hair even more, her thighs clenched harder around his waist and her pussy squeezed him dry. As they came down from their high Sam managed to stagger into Mercedes bedroom just far enough for them to both collapse on the bed.

"Oh. My. God" Mercedes said in astonishment, "It was good before but Oh. My. God."

Sam laughed somewhat smugly and leaned onto his side to place a kiss on Mercedes' upturned nose, "I couldn't have done it without you, Miss Jones."

"You damn right you couldn't have done it without me" Mercedes said huskily as she grabbed his head and pulled him down for another steamy kiss. For the next half hour the spent the time coming down from their high and kissing softly and getting to know each other's bodies. They both wanted more but neither one of them could keep their eyes open. After one exceptionally large yawn from Mercedes, Sam finally decided to call it a night for the both of them. He navigated the covers so that he was able to get her under them without her actually getting off the bed because it was clear she had no intentions of moving. As she sunk further into the bed Sam couldn't help but laugh at how cute she was. She could go from being a complete sex kitten one minute to be complete cute and cuddly the next. Sam didn't know what he was going to do with this woman that was tying him into knots but he knew one thing for sure, he had no intention of letting her go.

Before Sam let claim him he headed to the bathroom to handle his business and get cleaned up before bed. He ran through his normal ritual quickly but just before he went back into the bedroom he remembered that he needed to dispose of the condom. Sam looked down at his now flaccid and unwrapped appendage and the lust filled haze that he had been under ever since he pulled Mercedes across the couch suddenly was lifted.

The only thoughts that ran through Sam's head were: There was no condom. They had forgotten the condom. They had sex without a condom.

They had sex without a condom.

Sam wasn't worried about diseases because he knew that he was clean and he had no doubt that Mercedes was as well. Diseases didn't scare him at all, but babies did. He never EVER had sex without a condom for that sole reason and he couldn't believe that he had done it now. He knew that he was jumping the gun a bit because for all he knew she was on birth control or she couldn't even get pregnant at this time of the month so all of this worry would probably be for nothing.

But Sam had a feeling, way deep in the pit of his stomach that was rarely ever wrong, that was telling him that he needed to be worried.

They had sex without a condom.

What in the hell we're they going to do now?