Hi guys. First off, I'd just like to thank everyone who reads and reviews. You guys are amazing. I'd like to especially thank my friend, Alex. She's written-in-heart on here, you should check out her stuff because it's great.

So this is just a little oneshot. I don't like it very much but whatever. Review if you like it!

I don't own Glee. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction.

"I'm just so tired." Quinn whined, her shoulders slumping slightly as she plucked a strawberry out of the bowl on the counter. Sam was standing across from her, nodding. He knew she had to be completely miserable. Quinn was three days past her due date. She was grumpy, achy, and as pregnant as ever. When Quinn didn't feel good, nobody felt good. She was a little..snippy.

"I know you are, but I guess we just have to wait it out. The doctor said at a week past they'll induce you. It's only a four day wait if nothing happens before then." he said, taking a sip of his grapefruit juice. Quinn swallowed her strawberry, just glaring at him. "Only a four day wait? Only a four day wait? You did not just say that to me." she said, shaking her head. Sam knew he was in for it now. Something completely unintentional could ruin a whole day. "Four days for me is like a month for you. At least, it seems like it." Quinn said, her eyes getting a little shiny from unshed years. "I'm so tired. He won't stop moving and his feet keep pressing up into my ribs and I can't even walk right anymore. I can't stop eating or peeing and I can't stop crying and I hate feeling like this.." she cried, walking around the counter and burying her forehead into Sam's chest. He could feel her tears soaking through his shirt. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him the best he could with the large belly in the way. "I have an idea." he whispered, kissing the top of her head.

Sam was now sitting on the living room floor with Quinn, the baby book on the coffee table. They were going to try to naturally give labor a little kick start. He hoped something would work because he honestly wasn't sure how much longer Quinn could go without killing him in her pregnant state.

"Some of these are weird.." Quinn grumbled, a hand on her belly. "God, it's hot in here..." She started rolling up the sleeves of the shirt she had on, a button up of Sam's. These days, she mostly walked around in just a shirt and panties. Clothes were not one of her top priorities. Sam wrinkled his nose, looking at the book. "Yeah..but they're worth a shot.." he said, always trying to stay upbeat and optimistic. Quinn let out a huff, quirking an eyebrow. She didn't seem so sure.

"Holy crap, I think I'm dying." Sam said, taking a big sip of water. They were sitting at the coffee table again, a whole spread of spicy foods in front of them. Quinn coughed, trying to somehow get the hot feeling off of her tongue. It was proving to be impossible. Sam shook his head, swallowing the water. He got a pepper, showing it to her. "Don't eat one of these." he said, shaking his head. It was awful. Quinn frowned and then hiccupped. Apparently, spicy foods now gave her the hiccups. "This was the worst idea..." she grumbled.

Okay, so maybe they should have tried something else.

Quinn decided once they got about ten feet from the porch that a walk just wasn't going to happen. She was already winded, complaining about the heat. They'd promptly turned around and headed back inside. Quinn was pink faced and slightly sweaty, sitting on the couch. Sam was sitting next to her, looking in the baby book for more ideas.

"I hate pants." Quinn said, nodding. "I seriously hate them." She adjusted the waistband of her yoga pants, then adjusted her t-shirt too. Sam just laughed quietly. Quinn hated pretty much everything now. He imagined that any woman that was pregnant as she was probably didn't like much. "Do you want to try dancing? Galloping. That's a big fat no." he said, remembering the attempt at walking. Quinn narrowed her eyes at him. "I don't feel like dancing."

Twenty minutes later, after a snack and two bathroom breaks, they were finally attempting another labor inducing method. Quinn had a big birthing exercise ball and she was sitting on it beside the couch, bouncing. Sam thought she looked pretty cute. She didn't agree. "I feel silly." she said, putting her hands on either side of her belly. Sam shook his head. "You don't look silly." he said, trying to be supportive. She just sighed, and Sam was able to see a little glimpse of a pout. He turned away, hiding a smile.

The birthing ball was a flop. It didn't work and Quinn had gotten tired of bouncing. So now, Sam was suggesting more things.

"Um..I really don't think that I want you to do that." Quinn said, looking up at Sam from where she was on the living room floor, rocking on her hands and knees as another attempt at jostling their baby out. Sam sighed, frowning. "Why not? This says that it might work." he said, pointing at the baby book. Quinn stopped rocking and looked up at him. "I just don't want you fondling my boobs right now. I'm not in the mood for that." she said quietly. Sam looked back down at the book. "What about just, you know, doing it? Do you want to do that?" he asked. Quinn looked up at him, sitting up on her knees. "I guess..Help me up." she said, reaching out a hand. Sam got up from the couch and reached down to her, helping her get up. She promptly tugged on his hand, leading him to the bedroom and closing the door behind them.

Quinn moved up and to the side, getting in her spot on the bed beside Sam. She adjusted and shifted to get comfortable. After a bit of clumsy touching and adjusting to get into a good groove, they had done it and now they were both in that sleepy phase. Sam had his eyes closed, laying on his back. Quinn was next to him, yawning and snuggling close.

"Do you feel any different?" Sam asked quietly. He felt Quinn shake her head. "No..I'm just tired. He'd not even moving now. I think the jostling put him to sleep.." she said, putting a hand on Sam's chest and pressing her belly against his side. Sam just sighed, yawning. Eventually, they both fell asleep, snuggled close in their post love making sleepiness.

Quinn poked Sam's chest, one hand on her belly. "Sam...Sam.." she said, poking him against.

She'd woken up to a strange sensation. She felt like she'd peed on herself. That's weird...I didn't even feel like I had to go. she thought. Then, it hit her. She grimaced, feeling a pain in her belly. She'd been uncomfortable all day, feeling aches and such. This was different though. It started kind of soft and then grew. It was actual pain.

Sam just continued to snore softly beside her. He was a bit of a heavy sleeper. Quinn groaned quietly as another pain rippled through her stomach. "Samuel.." she said, her voice urgent now. She slapped his chest, her hand landing on his bare skin with a loud 'smack.' He woke up then, confused. "What? Why'd you do that?" he asked sleepily, looking at Quinn. She looked at him, letting out a big breath. "You have to get up." she said. Sam felt something weird underneath his legs. It was..wet. He looked down, his eyebrows furrowed. "Did you..pee in here?" he asked, making a face. Quinn rolled her eyes. "No. I didn't pee. Get up. My water broke." she said. That got Sam's attention. "No way...We did it and your water broke? I am such a man!" he said, doing a little fist pump. Quinn just looked at him, not in the mood for his boyish ways. Usually, she'd find it cute. Not today. She got up. "You stay here and brag to yourself about it. I'm going to go have a baby." she said, pulling on her panties. She grimaced, looking down. "When I have a contraction..more stuff comes out." she said, frowning. She didn't know quite what to do about that.

Something about the whole thing didn't quite feel real. Quinn had wanted it to happen for so long. Now that it actually was happening, she didn't know what to do. She wasn't sure if she was ready now. She pulled a t-shirt over her head, then pulled her hair up into a messy bun. She looked down at her pregnant belly, biting her lip. Sam glanced over at her from where he was pulling on his own clothes. He knew the look on her face. Fear. She was scared. He could tell. He walked over to her, rubbing her back.

"You alright?" he asked. Quinn shook her head quickly, looking up at him with teary eyes. Sam kissed her cheek, pulling her close. "What are you scared of?" he asked quietly, still rubbing her back. Quinn sniffed, leaning against him. "Everything. I have to actually have this baby..and then we're going to be parents and that's just so scary. What if I don't know what to do? What if I'm a bad mother?" Sam shook his head, kissing her hair. "That's impossible. You're the strongest woman I know, so I know that you'll be a total champ during the whole birthing thing. And you're already the world's greatest Mama. We're going to be fine." he said. Quinn sniffed again and nodded, looking up at him. "You're perfect. I don't know what I would do without you.." she said, wiping at her cheeks. Sam laughed. "You probably wouldn't be doing this in the first place..." he joked. "Let's go have a baby, okay?" he said quietly, looking at her. It hit him then. They were actually doing this.

Quinn giggled and looked up at him, nodding. "Let's go have a baby.."

So that's it. I'm sorry that it's awful. Review it if you'd like. Reviews motivate me! Thanks for reading!