I was supposed to put this up days ago but my internet was down and I can't upload files through my phone.

Had to wait for the internet to be back up.

The first half of the chapter happens during the time Sam and Quinn were seeing each other again

And the other half is a continuation of the first chapter (the one where Finn finds out).

BTW, I got lazy about proofreading this one. Sorry

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Two months after that night in the motel.

The double doors of the boy's locker room swung open.

"Hey, Finnocence," Santana approached Finn. He was always the last person out of the locker room after football practice.

"Santana, what are you doing here?" he quickly threw on a shirt, making the Latina smirk. Seen that, done that. "You're not supposed to be in this locker room. If Beiste sees you, she'll kill us both," the tall boy peeped out the door to make sure no one was headed to the locker room.

"We're not doing anything...yet," she rested her palm on his chest, pushing him against a wall. "Well, I just wanted you to know that I have nothing to do this afternoon and if you want, we could hang out, maybe have a little too much fun, if you know what I mean," she loosely draped her arms around his neck. "Puck is out with that Zizes girl and I need something to entertain me."

Finn grabbed her wrists and set her arms back down her sides. As tempted as he was, he committed a mistake with Santana once and he wasn't planning a repeat. "Santana, I know that you tend to ignore a couple of things but, in case you haven't noticed, I'm with Quinn."

"I know," she replied casually. "But wait, does she know that?" she tapped a finger against her chin.

"What do you mean? Of course she does."

"Then tell me why she's fooling around with Trouty Mouth."

"She would never do that..." Finn scoffed. Sure, she had cheated twice but Finn was confident that she would never cheat again. They were each other's first loves and first loves always stay together, he often told himself. Finn sat on a bench, zipping up his big duffel bag after he had tucked everything away.

Santana, not one to give up easily, sat beside him with her winning HBIC smirk. "Oh really?" she arched and eyebrow, arms crossed around her chest. "Remind me, how did the two of you get back together?"

"I'm sorry, Santana, but I'm not falling for this."

"Was Sam in practice today?"

"No, he had to go home early today to study for a test," stood up from the bench, draping the bag around his shoulder. He was hoping that Santana would cut all of the questions because, as much as he hated it, part of him was starting to suspect something was up.

"And I'm guessing Quinn is tutoring him," Santana broke him away from his thoughts.

"How did you know that?"

"I heard them talking in glee practice. Quinn asked him if she could come over and help him study. It was so obvious that they're fooling around," she knew she had baited the trap. Finn, bless his naive heart, would believe everything. No wonder he believed the hot tub story.

"You know what, to prove it to you, I'll call her right now," Finn dug around his bag to retrieve his cellphone.

…

"What time will your parents arrive?" Quinn rolled over to her side, pressing her body to Sam's back, drawing tiny heart patters on his arm.

"They won't be back 'til late at night," Sam replied.

"The kids?"

"Sleeping over at friends."

"Perfect," Quinn smiled, pushing Sam flat on his back while she rolled on top of him.

She loved spending time with Sam, even if it meant just the two of them in the motel room Sam's family have been staying at. It has been a little more than two months since the first time they have slept with each other - a secret only the two of them knew. In those months, they have slept with each other again - an activity that is starting to become a regular event whenever they had the chance.

Quinn propped herself up on her hands, knees on either side of his hips. Her body moving south as she kissed Sam down his neck and collar. He brushed her long blonde hair, one of the sexiest things he loved about her, to the side, watching her slither up and down. He let her leave her wet kisses on his body, both of them enjoying the skin to skin contact. While she was busy kissing his neck, he let his hands roam her almost naked body. They were both in only their underwear for convenience sake, as Sam put it.

"Uhm, Quinn," Sam was staring at the ceiling, unconsciously kneading the flesh on her thighs while she was busy making hickeys in strategic places that his shirt would hide. "You know how we do a lot of things while making love..."

Quinn looked up. "Like biting, positions, licking syrup or cream off each others' bodies," she punctuated each with a kiss that led up to his lips.

"Yeah, well, I was wondering if I could try something..." Sam said shyly, biting his lip. "Can I kiss you?"

"Of course, silly," she smiled, happily pressing a kiss on his lips.

Sam broke away, "I mean, there. Can I kiss you there?" His eyes looked down on the space between their pressed bodies.

Although they have done a lot of sexual favors for each other, they were pretty much simple in the activity, no extreme moves like in the porn stash Sam once had - he had to throw them away seeing that a motel room had no space for his prized possession.

"But isn't that weird?" Quinn crinkled her nose, uncomfortable about the thought of receiving oral.

"Nothing about you is weird," Sam answered, his eyes pleading that she'll allow him this one thing. He had never done it before but if his porn stash ever taught him anything, girls seem to love it. "I promise, you'll like it."

Quinn let out a faint sigh in defeat. She was secretly curious about the experience. She heard Santana talk about it a couple of times and apparently it was better than sex itself. It would be a turn-on for Sam to pleasure her with his tongue but still, the thought of her womanhood right in his face. Wouldn't that gross him out?

"Sam, are you sure about this. I've never done anything aside from the things we've done," she had to voice out what she was thinking once Sam had flipped her over on her back. It was his turn now to hover over her and trail kisses on her body.

"I just want you to feel good, babe. Lie back and I'll do the work," he said against her stomach.

She closed her eyes. So far she was enjoying herself. Sam was taking his time kissing, groping around. He was now at below her belly button, kissing a line. Sam knelt on the bed right below her feet. He slid his fingers under the band of her panty on each side of her hips, slowly pulling it off. Quinn propped herself on her elbows, biting her lower lip, wanting to see what he was going to do next.

Holding her gaze, Sam spread her legs apart, exposing her sex to him. Oftentimes, he had thought about this moment, feeling her heat on his tongue, pleasing her, tasting her unique taste. He bent down and started kissing her thighs, moving closer and closer. Just as he was close to her heated center he would move away and kiss her other thigh. He held her knees apart as it shook a little, tingling at the foreign sensation kissing along her lower body. He threw her legs over his shoulder, holding her hips in place. He looked up at her, holding her gaze as he dipped down and tasted her.

A small whimper escaped Quinn's lips as soon as his tongue made contact with her sensitive skin. He made long strokes down her slit. She lowered herself on a pillow, closing her eyes, letting herself feel every movement of his tongue. An occasional moan would vibrate in her throat. She was just so responsive to everything he did.

"Oh my god," she said breathily as the tip of his tongue found her sensitive spot. "Keep doing that."

Sam grinned against her flesh, sensing that Quinn was getting flustered with lust. He snaked his tongue around, savoring the sweet taste of her most secret place. He kept his eyes on her, watching her body rolling on the bed, writhing in pleasure. The room was quiet until the sound of Quinn's ringtone began playing from the bedside table.

She grabbed the ringing phone and read the name on the screen."Shit...it's...Finn," she said in between heavy breaths.

"Don't answer it," Sam mumbled.

"Have to...he might get suspicious," she clicked the answer button, hoping that the conversation would end quickly because she was near her end as well. "Hey, Finn. What's up?" she said, trying her best to sound as casual as possible.

"Hey. Just called to check in. You're at Sam's, right?" he asked, his voice mixed with curiosity and suspicion poorly hidden by his forced nonchalance.

"Yep. Studying," she had to keep her reply short. It was becoming difficult to speak with Sam's tongue pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh, what subject?"

"Uhhh, anatomy," she replied. It was an inside joke between Quinn and Sam. The only class they had together was the snoozefest also known as Ms. Wilson's world history class but Finn didn't have the initiative to check anyway. Initially, they had planned to say they were studying 'sex education' in health class if ever an event would rise that Finn catches both of them doing the deed. Anatomy, however, seemed like a more discreet code for 'we are indeed studying the human body in a more hands-on approach'.

"Where is he?" Finn asked.

Sam was swirling his tongue inside her. She knew Sam was a great kisser, she had the opportunity to experience it first-hand, but this was a different kind of kissing. "Who?"

"Sam."

Oh he's just between my legs. "He's here. Studying."

His tongue was back licking and sucking at her clit, eliciting a long moan."Yeah, right there," Quinn whispered.

"What's that?"

"Oh, I'm just showing Sam where the organ he was looking for is," she was quick to make up a lie. "Yeah, Sam, right there."

Sam couldn't help but laugh quietly to himself. This was a huge turn-on for him seeing how troubled Quinn was at talking. Her heavy breaths were coupled by the rise and fall of her chest. As he lapped at her heated sex, he could feel his shaft pulsating and throbbing as it was as stiff as a pole.

"Are you okay, Quinn? It sounds like you're having trouble breathing." Yeah, I'm fine. Sam's tongue is just doing things to me I can't describe. No biggie.

"No, everything's fi-" her words were cut-off as Sam slid in a finger inside her. She gasped at the feel of his rough finger pushing in and out of her while his other hand rubber her clit in such tormenting circles. She managed a few words to finish her sentence. "Fine, everything's fine"

"Okaaay...are you free this weekend? Why don't we hang out at my place. We haven't done anything together ever since you've been busy helping Sam out."

Quinn was biting hard on her lip to keep her from moaning Sam's name out loud. He was pumping his hand into her fast and every time he pushed in, she would whimper in a high pitch that only both of them could hear. She was griping tightly at the phone, her toes curling, knowing that it won't be long til her release. It excited both of them, Sam mostly, how dangerous the situation they were in. If it was anyone other than Finn on the phone, they would've caught on Quinn's troubled breathing.

"I mean, I'm glad you're helping him out after everything he's been through' it's just that I've missed you."

"Yeah."

Sam could feel that she was almost there. Her walls were tightening around his finger. Her legs quivering around him, he had to use his other hand to hold her leg in place. She was moist, making it easier for him to slide in and out her slick core. He continued to pump at a fast, steady pace, ready to bring her over the edge. He just hoped that she wouldn't be too loud.

"We could just stay in, watch a movie..."

She made a sound of frustration that Finn mistook as approval. Sam was keeping her on edge, his fingers and tongue knowing how to make her body shiver in the most explosive way.

"We could order pizza from that place Sam works at," Finn kept blabbering away, no clue that his girlfriend's reply were not exactly for him.

Quinn covered her phone with her free hand and whispered to Sam "I'm almost there." Her whole body was trembling. She was basically grinding herself towards Sam's hand and face. He was getting a huge boner seeing how Quinn reacted. Every lick elicited a moan, every thrust, a whimper of ecstasy.

"So, what do you say, Quinn? You, me, at my place this Saturday?"

Unable to hold it any longer, Quinn gave in to the pressure building up at her core. She came around his fingers that were sunken into her. "Yes! Yes!" she slammed the phone to the bed, needing something more stable to hold on to.

She quickly remembered that she still had Finn on the line. She groped around for her cellphone and pressed it back against her ear.

"You seem excited," Finn chuckled. "Okay, I guess I'll see you then. I love you."

"Call you later, Finn," she pressed the end call button on her phone and finally got rid of it. She looked down to see Sam still busy licking the cum between her legs. "Oh God, that was amazing," she panted, recovering from her orgasm.

"I told you you'd like it," Sam crawled back on top of her, licking his lips clean. "You taste sweet," he said before giving her a kiss to give her a taste. "Did he sense something was up?"

"Not at all, that poor boy," Quinn threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him for another kiss.

"What do you wanna do now?"

"Well," she rolled both of them so that she was back on top. "I'm in your bed, naked and wet. I can think of a number of things we could do..."

"You have quite the stamina," Sam sounded quite pleased at her offer. Oftentimes, it was he who instigated sex. Seems like she's liking it, he thought to himself. I could get used to this.

"I wasn't head cheerio for nothing. Not only do I have stamina, I'm also very flexible," Quinn made it a point to enunciate every word.

"I think we've proven that hypothesis many, many times with all the experiments we've done."

"Well, I do want us to get a good grade in anatomy," she joked, mentioning the fake class they were allegedly studying for. "I guess we still have time for one last experiment."

"And what experiment do you have in mind, my love?"

"How many orgasms can two horny, over-sexed, hormonal teenagers can have in one afternoon," she said, pulling his boxers off to reveal an erect and ready Sam.

"I think I like that topic."

"You still have condoms?"

"You know I do."

End of flashback

…

Finn burst inside the boy's locker room to find Sam working out like he usually does during his free time. "You son of a bitch!" he grabbed Sam who was working on the punch bag in the wide space in front of the lockers. He drove the blonde against the lockers, creating a loud bang.

"What the hell, man!" Sam pushed Finn off of him only to have the taller boy charge back and throw a punch that Sam was quick enough to evade.

"Finn, stop it!" Quinn pushed past the locker room door a couple of seconds behind. Tears were rolling down her cheek again as she saw the two boys violently shoving and throwing punches.

The second he heard her voice, Sam pulled away from engaging in a fight with Finn to approach the crying girl. "Quinn, what's wrong?" he brushed her hair away from her face to reveal that she had been crying for quite a while. A heated anger picked up almost instantly. "Did you hurt her?"

The two boys were chest to chest, mere inches apart from each other.

"How long have you been sleeping with her? You think I wouldn't find out eventually? How many times have you two been going behind my back and lying to me?" Finn was controlling the rage he had. He needed answers. He needed the truth.

"Five? Six? A dozen times?" Sam replied tauntingly. "I dunno, it's kind of childish to count-"

Finn drove Sam against the lockers, the blonde boy's back slamming against the metal. Quinn watched, horrified but too afraid to get too close. Where was Coach Beiste, Mr. Schue, or any of the other football players when you needed them?

"How could you do this to me!"

"I don't know. How could you do this to me!"

"It was just a kiss! I didn't sleep with her!"

"But you tried to. Many, many times."

"She's my girlfriend and I'm her boyfriend, in case you forgot! It's my business whether I sleep with my girlfriend or not. "

"You are the biggest hypocrite I've ever met! You get mad at Quinn and Rachel for cheating on you but you've cheated on them both. You only want them when they're happy with someone else. You date one girl while string the other one along. Well, guess what, Finn. Both of them finally realized that you're not all that you think you are. You're just a conceited, arrogant, little bitch."

Just as Finn was about to charge against Sam, Quinn jumped in between the two boys. "Stop it, you guys! Cut it out!" she couldn't bear to see any one of them getting any more hurt. She had her back against Sam, arms held up protectively to keep Finn from getting more physical. Her eyes pleaded the tall boy to just leave.

He saw it there with his own two eyes. She picked Sam over him. It was over. No amount of beating anyone could get her back. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides.

"I hope you're happy, Sam. Congratulations on being a dad," Finn said bitterly before leaving the boys locker room.

"Dad?" Sam repeated, utterly confused. "Quinn? What does he mean by that?" he asked her, unable to hide the fear in his voice. "Quinn...are you...?"

"I'm not sure yet. I was supposed to get my period a couple of days ago-" she tried to explain.

"But we used protection every time," he began pacing the locker room, thinking about all the times they have been together.

"It could've been a bad condom or something."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could've brought you to the doctor or help you get pregnancy tests," she held her on both shoulders. Thoughts began flashing in his mind. His parents would punish him, maybe even disown him. Her parents would kill him.

"I didn't want you to worry just in case I was just late. Besides, I didn't have the strength to look at the results anyway."

"Quinn," he wanted to tell her everything would be fine, but he wasn't so sure himself.

"I went to get checked yesterday."

"But we were so safe every time. I mean...I don't remember releasing inside you without a rubber. And the condoms seemed fine. Shit, how can we be so irresponsible," he ran both hands through his hair. "Quinn, whatever happens, just know that I'll be there for you. Every step of the way. Whatever you're decision is, I'll back you up. I'll be there to hold your hand when you tell your mom. I promise."

"Thank you, Sam. You're so sweet and kind to me. I wish I wasn't so scared."

"Do you wanna talk?"

"I don't wanna talk about it, Sam," she wiped her cheeks. "I have to go home."

…

Quinn, I'm sorry for being such a dick earlier and for hitting Sam earlier. I was mad and I didn't mean anything I said. I forgive you for sleeping with him. Can we please just forget all this and move on? I'll always be here for you, like I was with Beth last year. Please call me back. I love you.

She played the voice message Finn had just left. She heard the phone ringing but had no desire to speak to anyone. She played the voice message another time, trying to understand why Finn would take her back even if she was pregnant once again with someone else's child.

She picked up the phone and dialed the number of Sam's house only to slam the phone down at the sound of the first ring. Is it okay to tell him over the phone? Should she drive over to his house and tell him in person?

Sighing in defeat, she grabbed a cardigan off of the rack of her cabinet and the keys off the side of her bed. She had to tell him face to face. She jogged down the stairs of her house, ready to leave. As she opened the front door, she saw a familiar figure sitting on the porch.

When he heard the front door open, he quickly turned around. "Quinn."

"Sam, I was just about to go to your place," she told him. "How long have you been sitting there? Why didn't you knock? it's raining, for Christ's sake," she said, noting the water dripping from the ends of his hair. He was soaked with rain and shivering.

"I couldn't go home unless I told you what I needed to say," he said firmly.

"I have something to tell you too. I'm-"

"Quinn, please. Let me get this out. I know that it's gonna be difficult for the both of us with money being hard to get by nowadays. But I promise you, I will always be here to support all three of us. That is unless you want to get rid of our baby or give it away. Whatever you want, Quinn, that's what I want too. I love you, Quinn Fabray. I want to marry you someday. I want us to live together for the rest of our lives and have kids together."

"Sam, I'm not pregnant." Forget the speech I had prepared. There, I said it. "The doctor's assistant called and told me I was just late. I'm not pregnant." "But everything you just said about being there for me and our child, or what could have been our child...I love you, Sam."

She didn't care that Sam was soaking wet for waiting outside her house, in the rain. It took all for her not to jump at Sam and hug him with every inch of her body. He will always be the one she loves. She chose him and it will always be him. As they broke away from their hug, Quinn led him inside her house and ran to her room to grab a towel and an old shirt he had left behind.

"We're gonna have to talk," Sam said, peeling the wet shirt off and slipping into the dry one Quinn gave him.

"About what?" she asked, drying his hair with her red towel, the same towel she used when Karofsky had slushied Sam way back when.

"About us," he replied. "Are we back together? Are we not? Where do we go from here?"

"We can only move forward from here on. No more looking back," Quinn gave him a quick kiss on the lips. No more looking back. She had no doubt in her mind that Sam was the guy for her.

(June 13, 2011)