A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get an update on this one! I got a few reviews asking to update soon and I felt bad I hadn't done so sooner, so here it is. I have a tendency to skip around a little bit in most of my stories, but this one especially. You'll see some of that skipping around in this chapter, that's why I mention it. Hope you enjoy :) –Kay.

Chapter 4-

It had been a whole week since Sam had even gotten so much as a sideways glance from Quinn. He and Rachel were still going through with their whole relationship charade and while he was glad that he was helping Rachel out with the Finn thing, he wished it was actually accomplishing something with Quinn. He didn't even care about making her jealous anymore, he just wanted her to actually acknowledge him.

He was frustrated by the fact that she was so set on giving up the baby –his baby- and making all the executive decisions herself, but he knew that the things he had said to her the day that she had told him the baby was a girl were things he shouldn't have said. He would have apologized if the girl would have even looked at him. Even during glee when they were all supposed to be paying attention to each other to make sure no one got knocked over in dance rehearsals, she wouldn't look at him. She made sure she was as far from him as she could be. He hated it.

This week Mr. Schue had decided they were taking a break from the dancing and doing ballads. It wasn't really hard for Sam to get into the idea of singing a ballad, but when Mr. Schue had them pick partners out of a hat for the assignment, he looked forward to it less. He had mentally kept his fingers crossed that when he went up to pick a name out of the hat it would have been Quinn's name and forced the two of them together so he could talk to her, but luck hadn't been with him –he'd gotten Santana.

He had no issue with Santana, she just wasn't the girl he wanted his time to be spent with at the moment. Not to mention the one day he had told her to come to the choir room to rehearse their song, not only had she shown up late because she spent too much time making out with Puckerman in the hallway, she came in on her phone. With Quinn.

"I know Q. Maybe you could sell him. Put an ad on the internet, 'Giant Moron For Sale.' There are creepy people out there that are into that sort of thing." Santana said into the receiver.

Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Santana, can you get off the-" The Latina held up her finger to cut him off.

"Don't even worry about it. You're always welcome at my house, I'm sure you'll get tired of him eventually. When that day comes, I'll kick Puckerman out of my bedroom and you can stay." She continued.

This earned another eye roll from Sam. He already didn't like the idea of Quinn having to stay at Finn's because her parents had kicked her out, he didn't need to be hearing this conversation.

"We're supposed to be working on our song." He mumbled.

Santana looked at him sideways and gave him a look of distaste, "I'll talk to you later Q, I'm being annoyed."

She snapped her cell phone closed and dropped it down the top of her Cheerios top. Sam looked away from her as she took the time to adjust its placement. When she was finished he sighed and looked back at her.

"You were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago." He noted.

"So what? Did you not see the fact that I was on the phone?" Santana said with a roll of her eyes.

"We have to work on this song for this week's assignment, that kind of involves both of us." Sam said, trying to contain his slight irritation.

Santana waved her hand dismissively, "Like I could even focus on some stupid glee club assignment right now. My best friend is going through baby drama to the max, it's exhausting."

"I really don't want to hear about it." He mumbled, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Finn's such a loser, he can't even get a job. I mean, seriously where is he looking under a rock? There's tons of places hiring around here. Quinn keeps trying to defend his ability to be a father but really, come on. If he can't even find a simple job-"

"Santana. I really don't want to hear about it."

"Well you should. They're your friends aren't they? I know I come off as a bitch, but even I know that when something like this happens you're supposed to care about your friends. Now Finn, he's not my friend, so I don't care about him so much. Doesn't mean he doesn't still have a baby to father." She shrugged.

Something was bubbling up inside of Sam. He wasn't sure if anger was the right word to use for it, but whatever it was it pushed him to the edge. He was passed irritation, passed being hurt that Quinn wouldn't let him have a part in his own kid's life, passed being jealous that she picked Finn over him, passed being frustrated that everyone else was pitying the wrong guy. He was just done dealing with it.

"Finn's not the father." He snapped, glaring down at the back of the piano.

There was a moment of silence as his words hung in the air. He didn't look up at Santana to measure her reaction just yet. He could feel his cheeks burning, but he refused to call it blushing because he wasn't embarrassed, he was angry. Not to mention dudes weren't supposed to blush.

"What did you say?" Santana asked, her voice raised an octave.

Sam swallowed thickly and licked his lips. He was in deep shit now. If Santana knew, that meant she would mention something to Quinn, and if Quinn knew that he had told someone… She was never going to talk to him again, that was pretty much set now. Slowly he moved his eyes from where he'd kept them locked on the glossy black surface of the piano to look at the Latina again.

"Finn's not the father." He repeated, less harshly this time.

Santana scoffed, folding her arms across her chest, "Right, and I suppose you are then?"

Her voice was full of sarcasm, like she didn't believe it.

"You honestly believe Quinn had se- Slept with Finn?" he asked.

Her eyes narrowed in thought for a moment until they widened again in realization. She opened and closed her mouth a couple times, then her normal look of bitchy composure was back again.

"And you're just letting him take your baby like that? Aren't you a guy, or did you suddenly become a spineless chick and I wasn't aware of it?" she sneered.

Sam looked down again, "It's what Quinn wants."

"Oh yeah right. I know Quinn, Quinn wants security. She's told me the only reason she's still with Finn is because he's quarterback. Get ranking Blondie."

"I already tried making her jealous by pretending to date Rachel."

"First of all, gag me, I don't even want to think about that, fake or not, secondly, making her jealous isn't going to make her leave Finn. Being better than him will."

Sam's brow furrowed. He was unsure of how he should have taken that comment.

"Uh, am I not already better than Finn?" he asked.

"Seriously Sam, you're like a puppy. It's like I have to lead you on your little leash to what you're supposed to do."

Sam blinked.

"Get the quarterback position from him. And dump Manhands, just.. ewh."

.

Finn was really beginning to feel a weight on his shoulders. He was actually starting to wonder if it was going to make him shorter or something. It wasn't like a literal weight sitting on his shoulders when he walked around all the time, but it seemed like it would be enough. It was stupid to be thinking like that or worrying about something like that when there were way more important things for him to be worrying about. Like the fact that his once-cheerleader girlfriend was pregnant with his baby, they needed money to cover medical bills, and her parents had kicked her out of the house when he'd pulled the idiot move of thinking it was okay to sing that song to her. Top it all off, he was pretty sure he was falling for Rachel more and more everyday too. Things just definitely were not going his way.

He was really kind of getting tired of Quinn yelling at him. His mom tried to explain to him that Quinn was just under a lot of stress being a pregnant teenager and having lost all that she had, not to mention something about hormones, but he still wished that Quinn would just chill every now and again and cut him some slack. It wasn't his fault that no one would hire him.

Now that she was staying at his house with him since her parents had kicked her out he didn't even really have an escape from it either. At least until his mom came home or the rare occasions at school where he didn't see her. He didn't want to be this guy dealing with all this stuff. He knew he didn't have much of a choice at this point, but it didn't mean he had to like it.

"Finn!"

Finn flinched awake, quickly lifting his face from his desk. Had he passed out in Spanish again? He was getting really bad at staying awake in class lately. Mr. Schue stood in front of him. With a quick look around, he realized the rest of the class had already left.

"Sorry Mr. Schue, I don't know why I'm so tired lately." Finn mumbled, wiping some drool from his mouth.

"How's Quinn holding up, I heard her parents threw her out." Mr. Schue said.

Finn shrugged, looking down at the desk top, "She's staying with me for now. She's really upset, obviously, but there's not a whole lot I can do.."

"I think the rest of the glee club wanted you guys in there after class. You're late for them, I already told Quinn they were waiting for you two." The teacher noted.

"Right now?" Finn clarified.

Mr. Schuester nodded and went back to his desk. Finn gathered up his things and headed to the choir room. Glee club didn't usually meet until last period of the day and if Rachel had called one of her crazy 'important meetings' today he was pretty sure he would have known about it already. She kind of seemed to make it a point to let him know those kinds of things. Lately she had also made it a point to talk about her relationship with Sam –something that Finn didn't so much enjoy hearing about.

As she got to the choir room finally, he saw Quinn sitting in a chair across from the steps where the chairs usually sat. He raised a brow at her and she shrugged her shoulders so he just sat down in the empty chair next to her. She held her hand out to him and he laced his fingers with hers almost without thinking, it seemed so normal now.

"Hey guys." Mercedes started, bringing their attention to their friends on the steps where they'd usually be seated.

"We know you guys are going through a tough time right now, and it's not much, but we just wanted to say we're here for you." Kurt declared.

"Actually, I'm only here because Kurt said something about magic. I like magic." Brittany added.

Finn blinked and a confused expression crossed his face. Everyone else seemed to just eye Brittany for a moment and move right along.

"Anyway, our assignment this week was ballads, so we'd like to sing one for you." Kurt continued.

Finn looked at Quinn who half smiled at him and gave his hand a squeeze. Some days were a lot better than others with her. At least today she wasn't constantly glaring at him. Brad started playing the opening keys to a song Finn was pretty sure he recognized, but it became more clear as the words were sung that he did know it.

Sometimes in our lives, we all have pain, we all have sorrow, but if we are wise, we know that there's always tomorrow. Lean on me, when you're not strong, and I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on, for it won't be long, til I'm gonna need somebody to lean on. You just call on me brother, when you need a hand, we all need somebody to lean on.

He couldn't look away from the bright, reassuring smile that was on Rachel's face. She was so pretty, and a lot of the time she was what kept him from totally losing his mind with all this Quinn and baby drama. Had he been paying more attention he might have noticed the way Sam and Quinn were looking at each other…