Quinn let out a nervous laugh. "What are talking about?"
Sam stared at the sleeping infant. Her lips puckered into a small pout just like his. Her thick hair was full of spirals and twirls, the way his tended to get when it was long. Sam was one hundred percent sure if she were awake, the baby's eyes would be big, bright, pools of aquamarine. He saw so much of him in her tiny body.
"Sam? Sam, why don't you come on in?" Quinn's voice chimed sending him back to reality.
The Fabray house hadn't changed much, with the exception of baby things here and there. Quinn laid the baby down in a play pen and they sat down on the couch. "What's this all about? Is this some kind of sick joke?"
Sam cocked his head to one side. "You're not exactly honest when it comes to paternity."
Quinn arched her eyebrow. "I KNEW THIS WAS A MISTAKE!" The baby began to whimper. Quinn scooped up the baby and patted her bottom. "Charlotte, it's okay mommy's here."
Sam smiled. "Charlotte? Is that her name?"
Quinn walked to the door still bouncing Charlotte. "You need to leave." She slammed the door behind him as he walked out.
He pulled out his cell phone and prayed the number he had still belonged to Puck. The one person who knew Quinn better than him was Noah Puckerman.
"This place sure hasn't changed any!" Sam said, sitting down in a vinyl booth at Breadsticks. Puck slid in across from him. "They changed the breadsticks policy. They can now refuse you breadsticks. Thanks to Santana." He threw his hands up in the air.
Sam laughed. "That's Santana." He eased slowly into the real reason he had asked Puck to dinner. "So are you still close with everyone? What about Quinn? I haven't heard from her in a while."
A smile grew across Puck's face "She just had our second baby, Charlotte. We're getting married in October."