A/N: I'm a terrible updater! I know this, I do. Sometimes I go weeks without updating, sometimes I pick and choose which stories I actually do update quickly, I'm sorry! I'm actually starting my first college classes ever this week, but it's only 3 nights a week and then one morning on the weekends, hopefully it won't be too bad. Just figured I'd give that heads up in case updates come slowly again. I promise I'll get to them at some point, as soon as I can. There's a bit more happy Fabrevans in this one than usual, so hopefully you guys enjoy that :) –Kay.

"We need to break up."

Sam and Rachel both raised their eyebrows at each other at the same time. Sam had been planning to tell Rachel that their little game of fake dating was off for the whole week now. Now that it was Friday morning he'd finally worked up the courage to actually say something about it. He hadn't been expecting Rachel to want them to stop too. Not that he was complaining, it would make it easier on him if he didn't have to argue with her about it.

"It's just, it doesn't seem to be working the way I thought it was. I mean, it's terribly obvious the way Finn gets jealous when I talk about you to him, but he's not actually doing anything about it. The two of them are a lot tighter in their relationship than I thought." Rachel explained.

"Yeah.. Santana told me Quinn wants security, so I have to be better than Finn. Apparently that involves dumping you…" He trailed off awkwardly and looked passed the brunette down the hall.

Rachel frowned, "As offending as that statement was, I think this break up will do us good. You'll be free to pursue Quinn better without my holding you back and I'll be able to create some kind of sob story that makes Finn pity me now that you've dumped me."

"Do me a favor and don't give the guy another reason to pummel me." Sam grimaced.

Rachel's face took on a look of confusion, "Another reason?"

Sam's eyes widened momentarily. He hadn't really thought before opening his mouth –something he seemed to be pretty good at as of late.

"Uh, you know, he's already got football reasons. I'm pining for quarterback, he is quarterback." He covered quickly.

"Oh. Okay." She replied as if that was all the answer in the world. "I'll see you in glee club, Sam. I have to go make it a point that I'm single now."

Sam nodded at her and huffed out a sigh of relief as soon as she was around the corner and out of sight. That had been close. It was a good thing that no one had any reason to be suspicious of Sam. Barely anyone outside of glee club even bothered to talk to him unless they were teachers, and even then, none of them knew just how close he and Quinn had been at camp over the summer. Still, he needed to be careful what he said and to who. With Santana knowing the truth now and nagging him every day to do something to change the current situation, he was getting to the point where he was about ready to tell Quinn he was sorry but he couldn't keep it from everyone anymore. It was eating at him every day.

His parents had no idea about any of it either, and that made him feel even guiltier. He hardly kept anything from his parents, and this was definitely the kind of thing that they would have had advice for him on. Though they had noticed that since Quinn's parents had kicked her out the Fabrays hadn't been at church on Sundays and asked him if he knew anything about that. He had mumbled some response about how they were just going through some family related stuff and he didn't know exactly what it was because he really hadn't talked to Quinn that much.

Sam looked down the hallway where Quinn was approaching her locker. If Sam had been counting correctly, they were hitting the five month mark now of her pregnancy. Her stomach certainly seemed like she as about five months pregnant. He couldn't believe it had already been five months. He watched as people eyed her judgingly as they passed her. She did her best to ignore them, but he didn't miss the way her jaw tightened and she swallowed like she was trying to keep back crying or snapping at them.

At the moment she was carrying her binder and one of her text books. Even though he knew it wouldn't be something heavy for her to carry normally, she looked like she was having a hard time with it now. She already had enough weight to carry lately, where was Finn to take care of this kind of thing for her? He saw it the second before it happened and winced as Quinn's binder slipped out of her grasp right in front of her locker, the folder falling open and some of her papers scattering around.

No one walking passed her stopped to help her pick her things up, they just kept walking. Sam frowned and rushed over to her to help her. She was about to bend down to pick up her things for herself when he got there. He gathered her scattered papers together in a stack and tucked them back into the front pocket of her binder. He gave Quinn a half smile as he stood back up again with her binder in his hands.

"Thank you." She muttered, the smallest hint of a smile tugging up the corners of her mouth.

It was the only thing she had said to him in a few weeks now. He nodded once in response and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his letterman jacket. He stayed quiet as Quinn put her things away in her locker, keeping silent until she turned to look at him again.

"Did you want something?" she asked, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"I, um.." he hadn't really thought through anything to say. "Stevie and Stacey miss seeing you at church on Sundays." He blurted out.

Surprisingly, she let out a light laugh and her cheeks actually blushed, "I didn't think they remembered me."

Sam smiled, "Of course they do, you were their favorite Bible Study instructor. They always ask when you're coming back."

"I wish I knew." She sighed then chewed on her lip.

"I could always drive you. I know you're staying at.. Finn's, but I could always pick you up there and bring you home afterwards." He offered.

Anything to have a little bit more time with her.

Quinn shrugged and looked down at the bulge in her stomach, "I don't know that I actually want to go back right now."

Sam's teeth worked at the inside of his lower lip for a moment. He wasn't sure what to say. Quinn had to be going through some kind of hell, being the girl that once had all the popularity and the highest respect in the school to being the pregnant girl that no one would even help pick up her papers. He could understand why she wouldn't want to go back to church. As open and forgiving as the whole spirituality thing was supposed to be, the people at church would definitely give Quinn the same looks that people at school did, only it would be worse at church because most of them were adults. Sam decided changing the subject for now was a good idea if he actually wanted to keep her talking to him at the moment.

"Tonight's my parent's anniversary, they're going out to a fancy dinner and stuff and I'm in charge of babysitting Stevie and Stacey." He started, getting a kinked brow in response from Quinn, "Do you wanna come over and watch them with me? I guarantee they would love it if you did."

Quinn bit down on her lip and looked passed him down the hall. He didn't turn to look to see what she was looking at because it was easy enough to guess that she was probably looking in the general direction of Finn's locker. He gave her a hopeful smile instead of pushing her with more pleading. She sighed, a small smile coming to her face again.

"I do miss them." She admitted with a slight nod, "Shouldn't you ask your girlfriend about that kind of thing first though?"

The way she said the world girlfriend made it obvious that she had in fact been jealous of whatever he had been doing with Rachel, fake or not. She didn't need to know that it wasn't real. It probably would have just made her mad that he was so willing to try and get to her like that.

"Rachel and I broke up." Sam answered. "No worries there. Should you… um, ask Finn though?"

He really didn't feel like anything Finn had to say about the matter actually had any real relevance considering the truth in the situation between Quinn and himself, but he figured he would be the good guy and ask for clarification anyway.

"I should probably mention something to him. Maybe.." she mumbled, her eyes still focused passed him.

Sam finally turned to glance over his shoulder only to find that Quinn's gaze was so transfixed down the hall because Rachel was at Finn's locker talking to him. Well she got right to the moving on point too didn't she? He turned back to look at Quinn again and she almost looked like she was ready to cry. He wanted to hug her.

"Or you could just not say anything to him about it until tomorrow?" he offered hesitantly, not wanting to upset her further.

Quinn blinked a few times and finally looked at him again, meeting his eyes.

"I think I like that idea better."

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Quinn couldn't believe she was actually going through with this plan. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing –she had very obviously done worse things in her life than this- but still. After an after school argument with Finn about his talking to Rachel in the hallway earlier that day, he had told her that he was going over the gremlin herself's house to go over some stuff for glee club. As angry as Quinn had been about it, she actively reminded herself of the baby that she was currently carrying. A lie like that was a lot worse than making up something about working out glee club plans when Manhands probably had a lot more than that in mind. Though knowing Rachel it wouldn't get passed kissing, still, that was cheating. Not that Quinn could really talk too much in that department.

Though, helping Sam babysit his four and five year old little brother and sister didn't really constitute as 'cheating.' In fact, it was currently serving as a really nice distraction from all of the frustrating thoughts Quinn seemed to have running through her head.

The two blonde children were giggling, sitting on the floor cross-legged with her. She was teaching them one of those hand-clapping games she had had to teach her cabin kids at summer camp and they would erupt into a fit of giggles each time any one of them missed the other's hand. Quinn couldn't help but smile. How come things couldn't stay as simple as they were for little kids forever?

Sam came out of the kitchen where he had been pulling a frozen pizza out of the oven and cutting it up for the kids, pizza slices on plates.

"Sounds like you guys are having fun in here." He smiled.

Quinn smiled back as he looked at her. As hostile as she had been toward Sam lately, it was hard for her to be upset in this environment. She liked it. Sam set Stacey and Stevie's plates of food down on the dining room table and the two got up and hurried over to eat their dinner. Quinn looked up at Sam from her spot on the floor as he stood over her.

"Do you want some of the pizza?" he asked, holding both of his hands out to her to help her up.

She wrinkled her nose a little bit, the thought of pizza definitely not appealing to her, and reached up to grab Sam's hands so he could help her back to her feet. It took some effort and she stumbled forward into him after the fact, but thankfully he righted her easily enough. She mumbled a thanks under her breath and looked over at the kids as they snickered to each other. When she looked at them they both looked away guiltily as they were caught staring at her.

"Sammy, are you and Quinnie gonna get married?" Stacey asked, turning around fully on her chair to look over the back of it at them.

Quinn laughed outright, a little hysteric sounding, and shook her head. Sam didn't laugh, but he told his little sister that no, they weren't getting married because Quinn was just his friend and her boyfriend wouldn't be too happy if they did that.

"Quinn's got a boyfriend?" Stevie asked with wide eyes.

Quinn felt her cheeks blush and she looked down at the floor.

"Guys, leave Quinn alone. She came here to play with you right? Don't make her feel like a weirdo or I'll have to take her home." Sam chastised.

Both Stacey and Stevie muttered apologies to the both of them and went back to their pizza. Sam nodded Quinn into the kitchen and she followed.

"Sorry about that." He said quietly so the kids wouldn't hear him.

"They're kids." She shrugged, "They don't really.. get it." Her hands went to rub her baby bump without her thinking about it.

Sam looked down at her hands there on her stomach for a moment and then back up at her eyes.

"You're really great with them. They like playing with you." He noted.

She smiled and nodded a little, "I've always been pretty good with kids."

She noticed the way that Sam shifted on his feet. His eyes flicked back to the doorway out of the kitchen into the area where the kids were eating. She had a feeling she knew where this conversation was going so she bit down on her lip to keep from snapping at him before he even said anything. It had actually been a good night –a first for her in a while- she didn't want to ruin that right now if she didn't have to.

"You really would be a good mom, Quinn." Sam said finally, looking down at the linoleum beneath their feet.

She shook her head a little bit, "I don't want to be a mom at sixteen, Sam. I can't take care of a baby right now."

"But we could." He said, looking back up at her and putting a hand on top of hers on her stomach, "We could do this whole parenting thing Quinn, I honestly believe we could."

Listening to the way he was so sure about it, the way he was trying so hard to convince her that what he believed was actually true, combined with the look on his face nearly had her reserve crumbling. She bit down on the inside of her cheek and haltingly moved her other hand on top of his so it was sandwiched in between both her hands. Sam tensed a little bit, clearly not expecting that.

"I can't, Sam." She said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

He swallowed and licked his lips as if his mouth were suddenly dry and looked up from their hands to meet her eyes again. He moved a little closer to her and hesitantly rested his free hand on the side of her face. His thumb brushed over her cheekbone and she felt herself blush beneath his hand.

"Do you trust me?" he whispered.

Quinn took in a shaky deep breath. Her thoughts echoed with memories of the summer. Those words had left her own mouth before they had even gone to that empty cabin on another campsite after lights out. Before they'd even…

Sam leaned closer to her, touching his lips gently to hers. Quinn's breath caught in the back of her throat and she froze. It wasn't that she didn't like Sam kissing her, it had taken her by surprise. His mouth lingered against hers for a moment until he very slowly pulled his lips from hers and leaned his forehead against hers. She kept her eyes closed, not sure what would happen if she looked at him right away.

"Oh!" She squeaked suddenly, her eyes flying open.

Sam flinched away from her, clearly thinking her surprise had something to do with him. His hand pulled away from being between hers, but Quinn wasn't focusing on that at the moment. Her widened eyes stared down at her stomach, her hands on either side of her bump.

"Quinn, I'm sorry." Sam muttered quickly, still obviously not understanding that her current reaction didn't have anything to do with his kissing her.

She shook her head, still not looking up from her belly at him.

"She's… she's moving." A smile formed on Quinn's face as the words left her mouth.

That had to be what that popping feeling in her stomach was. The only way she could think to describe it was like popcorn popping inside her stomach. It was just the slightest tapping movement, but it was the most she had felt thus far, so it took her by surprise. Her doctor had told her that she would start feeling movement anywhere between five and seven months, but it had taken her completely by surprise now.

Sam moved closer to her again, slower and more hesitantly this time.

"She is?" he asked softly, sounding very much like a little kid.

Quinn nodded with a light laugh. It was really strange feeling. The only kind of thing she had felt inside her stomach was when she felt sick or nervous or something. This was real, physical movement going on in her stomach. It was kind of intriguing in its own way.

"It's like she knew." Sam muttered and even without looking up at him right away Quinn could hear the smile in his voice.

She looked up at him finally, still unable to remove the smile from her face or her hands from her stomach –just in case the movement came back again.

"Knew what?" she asked.

"That we had been talking about her." He answered.

Quinn chewed at her lower lip and moved her hands out of the way as Sam went to rub her stomach slowly again, probably wanting to feel the movement she had mentioned for himself. The baby was technically his daughter after all.

"Sammy we're done!" Stevie announced loudly as he came into the kitchen, causing both Sam and Quinn to jump in surprise.

She had nearly forgotten that the whole point of her even being there was because of Stacey and Stevie. Her cheeks were red and warm with a blush as she turned to the two kids.

"Why don't you two give your plates to Sam and the three of us will go play again?" she offered quickly.

Both kids nodded and handed their plates over. Quinn spared one last glance over her shoulder at Sam who now had a slightly sad expression on his face instead of the smile he had had when they had come into the kitchen. She did her best to ignore it as she went back into the living room a minute after the kids had. As she walked into the room, she caught the end of the two young ones' conversation.

"I bet'cha they were kissing. Big kids do that stuff." Stevie said quietly to Stacey.

Stacey clapped her hands together with a wide smile, "That means they're gonna be together forever like Mama and Daddy right?"

"Duh Stacey, kissing means they love each other. Just like Mama says." Stevie replied.

Quinn's teeth dug into her lower lip, but she tried to ignore what she had caught them talking about as well as the thoughts now swirling around in her head as she made the effort to sit down with them and play again.