Sam and Quinn: -Were sexual pretty much all day so they went to bed early-
Quinn: -Couldn't sleep so she is now wide awake, looking outside singing a tune- No, I won't give. Ya, ya. Keep holdin' on. -Just looks outside as she remembers the performance-
Sam: -Gets concerned and gets up before grabbing his towel-
Quinn: -Doesn't hear him until he is right behind her- La da da da da.
Sam: -Kisses her shoulder- We'll make it though. Keep holdin' on.
Quinn: -Turns around when she feels him--
Sam: -Looks at her and sees her cry, wipping her eyes-
Quinn: -Looks up into his eyes-
Sam: -Puts his hand on her arm and rubs it before grabbing her hand- What's wrong?
Quinn: I don't know. Just woke up tonight with things on my mind.
Sam: Like what.
Quinn: Bad dreams. A song we might sing. I remembered the performance right after I learned I was pregnant.
Sam: -Grabs her neck and looks at her beforeleaning down to kiss her softly- We can ask them to not tell parts of the story.
Quinn: You sure, that just sounds wrong.
Sam: Or, you just don't have to be on stage then.
Quinn: But it is my story.
Sam: -Leans down and kisses her again- Our story. It was just a bump in the road. We can probably omit those 6 weeks. The audience doesn't need to know because I think it might just make it worse.
Quinn: What do you mean?
Sam: Come sit with me and I can tell you.
Quinn: Okay. -Grabs his hand smiling as they go back to bed together-
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