Short one shot of puck thoughts when beth is being born. Let me know what you think?:)
I know every one thinks I'm a bad ass but I'm not completely heartless. I mean I've felt guilt for some of my actions but I'm not about to go soft on anybody.
I kinda feel bad for Quinn I mean getting kicked off cheerios for carrying my child? Ms. Sylvester can be harsh.
I was pretty pissed as well but for a different reasons. I was almost hurt when Quinn chose Finn over me but I almost understood her. If my mother had been given the chance she might have picked a better father, and let's face it I haven't been the best father, I mean:
Quinn being outcast? My Fault!
Quinn getting kicked off the squad? My fault!
Quinn being shipped from house to house? My fault!
But nothing I've done compares to right now. I can barley comprehend what's happening, all I know is that Quinn is in pain. A lot of pain and it's my fault. All I can do is hold her hand as we rush through the hospital. It's my fault.
It all happens so quickly we are in a room and Quinn is lying on a bed she is crying. It's my fault.
Quinn rockets upwards she screams and a nurse says something about crowning and there is blood. Oh God the blood. It's my fault.
I don't know what to do so I watch feeling utterly useless. Quinn seems tried but keeps shooting forwards time after time. It's my fault.
After a while Quinn lays on the bed gently cooing at the tiny bundle in her arms. She passes it off to her mother then Mercedes and Finally me. I look down at Beth, she is sleeping, a tiny fist curled around her blanket. Beth is beautiful, perfect and it's all my fault.