Every little girl thinks her Mom can do everything. Every little girl believes her Mom her best friend who would do nothing to harm her. Every little girl should never have to find out that even their mother has her flaws.

"Did you know that 43% of all marriages end in divorce?"

"Allie..."

"And 50% of those occur in the first five years"

"Allie, please..."

"At least you two hit ten years before you decided to split and drag me through family therapy. Who does family therapy anyway?"

"Alexandra Addison Evans" Sam finally warned with a stern growl. The twelve year old girl, who was the splitting image of her mother with a hint of his golden tan looked up at him with her best 'sweet and innocent' eyes.

"Don't you mean Alexandra Addison Fabray-Evans? That's what the state of New York knows me as now" Alex chuckled slyly up at her father as he slowed down and stopped at the snow covered traffic lights. Driving to their family counselling session, Sam and Alex were meeting Quinn there.

The trio hadn't been in the same room together for three weeks so their morning would definitely be interesting. Dressed in her school uniform and warm school coat, Alexandra or Alex as she preferred to be called would go to school after sitting in the counsellor's office for an overpaid hour.

Sam was the only one allowed to call her Allie.

"Your mother insisted on changing your name"

"So I wouldn't forget who she was when she moved back to Ohio"

"You know that's not true" Sam sighed and looked down at his daughter. Looking at that beautiful young girl tore at his heart strings. She looked so much like her mother but acted so much like him it was scary.

"Like hell it's not. She hates that you get prime custody and you know it" she snapped and crossed her legs on the car seat. Sam slowly accelerated as the light turned green. They weren't very far away from the doctor's office.

"I know she hates it but that wasn't why she wanted to change your name"

"Then enlighten me"

"Your Mom loves you and wants you to be proud of where you come from. You are a Fabray just as much as you are an Evans"

"Seriously Dad?" she giggled "Do you know how corny that sounded?"

"Oh come on, I'm a single Dad now; I have to make corny jokes"

"You made lame jokes when you were married so don't blame our current...situation" she smirked just like Sam would. It was frightening how alike she was to her father just as she was to Quinn. Alex was a perfect mix of her parents taking mannerisms and smart quips from them both.

"We're here" he chuckled and pulled into the parking lot of the New York high rise building. Saved by their arrival, Sam parked the car and looked down at his daughter "I know you hate the whole family therapy thing but can you just grin and bear it for your mother, that's what I'm doing"

"You know, according to the State of New York most people who file for divorce just go through the required couples counselling. Why did you stupidly opt for the family therapy? I know why this marriage is ending, I don't like it but there's nothing me or anyone else can do about it" Alex growled, got out of the car and shut the door with more force than she'd expected. Leaning back on the car, young girl pulled her school coat tighter around her slender figure. The twelve year old loved the snow but not when the temperature almost froze the tears falling down her cheeks.

"Allie..." Sam sighed and got out of the car. Pulling off his scarf, he wrapped it around his daughter's neck loosely. Alex loved wearing something of her Dad's; it felt like she always had him there. Kneeling to her level, he took her hands with a slightly smile. "I'm so sorry. I hate this too and wished we didn't have to do it"

"Then why are we doing it?"

"Because we need to clear up what's happened. If we talk about it then maybe we can start to move past it" he shrugged. Sam was hopeful that this counselling would help their situation but he hoped to be happily married for the rest of his life too. Life never really happened the way he wanted it to.

"Talking about Mom cheating on you with Rachel isn't going to help. It's just going to make it worse"

"I know..."

"Then why am I still here? I just want to go to school" she sighed and pulled her hand away from her father's. She wrapped her arms tightly around her body like she always did when she was upset.

"Because you're in this family. You're not just a kid to me, you're my best friend. I need you here" he smiled slightly and opened his arms for a hug. Alex leant into his chest and hugged him tightly.

Alex and Sam had always been closer than Quinn could ever be to her daughter. Busy working on show after show on Broadway, she didn't get to spend as much time with the little girl as her father did.

The father and daughter just understood each other. They were the best thing to cheer each other up when they'd had a bad day. More recently, Alex was the first person Sam went to after a fight with Quinn.

"I love you Dad"

"I love you too Princess" he smiled kissing his daughter's forehead "Come on, we better get inside before your Mom yells at us" Sam laughed and stood up, holding his hand out for Alex. Taking his hand, she smiled as they walked toward the skyscraper building and up to the family counsellor's office.

"Where have you two been?" Quinn sighed as her daughter and soon to be ex-husband rounded the corner walking into the counsellor's office waiting room.

"Told ya" Sam whispered with a laugh before Alex walked right into her mother's outstretched arms. She giggled softly as she hugged her Mom and stepped back. As confusing as this situation was for the twelve year old, Alex still loved her Mom. Quinn instinctly fiddled with her daughter's school uniform and took off Sam's scarf. Alex snatched the scarf back and stuffed it into her coat pocket much to the dismay of her mother.

"Evans?" the receptionist called out. Sam and Quinn both perked up and looked to the short, plump woman "Dr Walker will see you now"

"Come on Alexandra" Quinn smiled and took her daughter's hand quickly. Alex pulled her hand free and gestured for her mom to enter the office first. Looking back at her Dad she sighed.

"Seriously?"

"Shutup and walk" Sam laughed and pushed the twelve year old through the door. Dr Walker gestured for the young girl to sit between her parents probably so they wouldn't fight. Crossing her legs on the chair, Alex waited for her parents and the psychologist to settle and start talking.

This was originally a really long chapter but I split it. Should I post part two?

What are your thoughts so far?