The silence took over the living room of the house. John Evans took a sip of water then looked up at his son and his daughter-in-law. Sam looked at Quinn and he could tell that she was scared. He was too. His dad hadn't come here before. There must have been something wrong. He reached out and held Quinn's hands on her lap then gave her a smile. She smiled back nervously and let out a small sigh.

"So you said you wanted to talk to us?" Sam asked, looking at his dad.

"Yes," John nodded his head, "you know, this morning when I arrived at the hospital. A bunch of people with cameras ran to me and asked me plenty of questions."

Sam swallowed hard and held Quinn's hands tightly as he listened to his father.

"Do you know what the questions are?" John crossed his arms and looked at his son, who was shaking his head.

"They asked me about the fake marriage between my son and his wife."

Sam's heart stopped when he heard those words. He knew that sooner or later his father would find out about that.

"Is that true?"

Quinn slowly turned her head to Sam and she saw him nodding his head. His hand was still holding hers.

"What the hell were you thinking?" John stood up and yelled at his son, "How can you be so stupid? Getting married with a girl you don't even know!"

Sam stayed quiet and listened to his father. That was so not like him.

"You left the house and to be an actor even though I tried to stop you! You think you can make your own decisions? No, you can't! Look what you have done!" John kept yelling but Sam just stayed quiet. Quinn looked at him. By the look on his face, she knew that he was trying to be strong but he was not. He was worried and he was very scared.

"This is not Sam's fault! The marriage's my idea! Please don't yell at him!" Quinn grabbed Sam's arm as she said to his father, "this is all my fault! I'm sorry! Don't yell at him…"

"No, it's all my fault. Quinn has nothing to do with this," Sam spoke but he wasn't looking at his father, "I did this because I wanted to show everyone that I was responsible. It's my fault."

"Sam…" Quinn mumbled and held his arm tighter.

"Responsible? You can't do anything right in your life! You always make wrong choices!" John yelled, "I told you not to but you just did it your way!"

"I don't think that I have made a wrong choice, dad! This is my life! Why don't you let me decide it?" Sam looked up and yelled at his own father, "you're just getting mad on me just because I don't want to be a doctor like you!"

John threw his fist in the air but Quinn quickly stood up and stopped him from hitting Sam. She was crying and begging him to stop. John slowly pulled away and sat back down on the couch. After a moment, he opened his mouth to say something to his son but Sam quickly stood up and stormed out of the room.

"Sam! Sam!" Quinn called after him, but he didn't stop. She looked at him walking upstairs and they heard the door slam. The house was back to silence. Quinn wiped her tears and turned around.

"Quinn…" John said quietly, "sit down. I want to talk to you."

The blonde took a deep breath as she looked at him and then slowly nodded her head.

"I did this because I had to. I never think of using Sam or anything," Quinn said, looking at John, "this is all my fault. I did this to get my house back. I'm sorry."

"Do you know how serious this is? How it's gonna ruin his career?" John sighed.

"I do…I wanted to stop sometimes, but I just couldn't…"

"Why?" the man asked.

"Because, I didn't have a family. Then I met Sam and everything changed. I found myself a family and I didn't want to let it go. You and Clara were like my parents."

"It's okay, Quinn. I always see you as my own daughter," John gave her a small smile, "but…you have to stop this relationship. It's wrong."

"I understand," Quinn said, "but I can't."

"And why is that?" John asked.

"Because I really cared about him," she sighed.

"If you do care about him, you will let him go," John said, standing up from the couch, "I think you won't make a wrong choice, Quin."

Quinn just nodded her head without saying anything, her eyes were staring blankly. The man shook his head and let out another sigh as he grabbed his coat and walked out of the room.

Quinn knocked slightly on Sam's door and kept calling him, but he didn't answer. He had been in his room for a whole hour.

"Sam, talk to me please! Sam!"

Sam sat up on his elbows and looked at the door then lied back down and closed his eyes. He heard her but he didn't answer. He thought maybe if he ignored her, she would go away. He was right, after a while, she stopped knocking and he could hear the footsteps walking downstairs. Sam sighed. He remembered her face when his dad was yelling at him. She looked horrified and scared.

Finn's right, he thought to himself, I only make her sad. I only hurt her. I can't count all of the times she had to cry because of me...Sam Evans, you are such a horrible person...

The sound of his phone pulled him back to reality. Joe was calling. He didn't want to answer but the phone just kept ringing. Sam sat up tiredly as he let out a groan and grabbed the phone from the nightstand. He answered, "hello? What do you want?"

"Did Puckerman tell you the new?"

"Yeah, Quinn knows, too…and so does my dad," Sam sighed, "he just came over here and yelled at us."

"I think I know what to do," Joe said. Sam quickly sat up on his bed and listened to his manager carefully, "tell me."

"Tell the press that this is all Quinn's fault, she planned everything just to get your money."

"What?" Sam yelled through the phone.

"C'mon. She's just a girl! No one cares! The rumors will fade away!"

Sam almost threw his phone across the room when he heard Joe, but he tried to calm down, "Quinn is not just a girl and I care about her! You can't blame her! I caused everything and I'll fix it!"

"How can you fix it, Sam? Tomorrow everyone in this world will know. That's the only way to keep your career from..."

Sam immediatly turned off his phone before Joe could say something else about Quinn. Putting the phone away, Sam lied down on his bed and stared at the white ceiling. After a minute, he sat up and picked up his phone again.

"Hello?" he said when there was an answer from the other person, "I want to book a plane ticket to New York…"