So this is my first ever fanfiction. I absolutely love Quick and the only thing getting my through the lack of them on Glee is reading Quick fanfiction. So I decided I would write my own Quick story to pass the Quickless days. So enjoy and let me know what you think and if I should continue it!
She was crying. That's all she ever seemed to do the past few years. Ever since…she shook her head as if trying to rid herself of her thoughts. No, she would not think about it. But how could she not think about it, when a part of her had been torn away from her? A part of her that she had resented only slightly for a time and then had grown to love more than she had ever loved anyone before…except one person, but he had been taken from her as well. Well, more like she had pushed him away, not wanting the painful reminder of that part of her she had lost. But the longer she pushed him away the more she wished she wouldn't. She wished she would just let him break down the walls she had built up around her heart and just let him hold her and let her cry. No! She couldn't do that because the last time she let that happen, it resulted in deceit and pain, and her being torn apart piece by piece ever since she lost her baby girl. Their baby girl.
And that's how she found herself crying alone at the same spot she had come when she first found at she was pregnant with her baby girl. Their baby girl, she reminded herself again. It had started that morning, when she had come into the living room to find her mother passed out yet again on the couch.
Her mother had always been an alchaholic, but it had just gotten worse and worse the older Quinn got. When she had moved back in with her mother after she had given up her baby, she had thought that everything would be fine and everything would go back to the way things were 8 months ago, before this whole drama began. She was wrong. It took her only one night to realize this. That first night back in her house, she had cried herself to sleep only to wake up soon after when she heard clanking, mumbling, and a shattering of glass. She had lunged out of bed and grabbed her curling iron-yes, her curling iron. Looking back on this she realized how stupid this was, because really how much good could a curling iron do?- and snuck downstairs to the kitchen, only to find her mother fumbling around in the wine cabinet. It became apparent to Quinn right away that: a) her mother was drunk and b) there were wine and beer bottles littering the floor, some of them smashed to bits. She called out to her mother from her spot in the kitchen doorway. Her mother had whipped around terrified. When she had seen it was just Quinn, she slurred, "Oh, Quinnie, did I wake you dear? I'm so sorry. Go back to bed. Everything is fine. I'm just having a small drink before I go to bed." Quinn had just nodded, numbly, and ran as quick as she could back up to her room.
Over junior and senior year, the drinking had just gotten worse. It had started out her mother getting drunk every now and then and had progressed into every month, then every week, until finally her mother was drinking herself into oblivion every night. That was mainly why Quinn didn't blame her mother for the hurtful words she had hurled at Quinn that morning. The fact that her mother had no idea what she was saying didn't make the words sting any less though. Quinn sighed, while wiping tears away. Her mother had drunkenly screamed at her this morning that she had taken away her only grandchild. That Quinn had been selfish and had only thought about what she wanted. That she never considered other's feelings, the feelings of Puck, who everyone could tell had wanted to keep Beth, the feelings of both Quinn and Puck's mothers, the feelings of Beth, when she would find out later on in life that she was adopted and would think that her parents had never wanted her. That was what hurt the most. That Beth would one day believe that her parents had abandoned her, that they had never wanted her. Lord knows, she had wanted to keep that baby with every fiber of her being, so had Puck. But she couldn't do it. She knew Puck wasn't ready to settle down and be faithful to just her and Beth no matter how much he claimed he was. She knew one day he would be able to, but no 16 year old guy should have to be saddled down with a family at that age. And she knew she herself wasn't ready to give up childhood. While she was pregnant, she longed for the days that she was top of the popularity ladder, head of the cheerleading team, and HBIC. She knew she wasn't ready to raise a child of her own when she and Puck were still children themselves. They weren't ready for the late nights and the early mornings. And what kind of life would Beth have? Not a very good one. Two 16 year olds could provide everything a growing child would need. No, she had made the right decision in giving up Beth. Then why did it hurt so much?
She came here, to her special spot, every year on this day. She had come here more times than she could count while she was pregnant with Beth. Her Beth. Except her Beth was no longer hers. She had given up that right two years ago on this day…Beth's birthday. The day Quinn dreaded with every ounce of her being every year. Because though she thought of Beth every day since she had given birth to her beautiful baby girl, today was the worst day of all. Though she knew giving up Beth was best for everyone, herself, Puck, and Beth, she regretted that moment when she had handed her baby to another woman. Another woman who she would never see again. Another who woman who she had met only twice before in her life and neither times under good circumstances. She trusted Shelby though. She knew she would take care of Beth better than she herself ever could, but that didn't ease the pain any.
But it was too late now and all she could do was cherish the few precious minutes she had gotten to hold her baby Beth. Because she had never and most likely would never see her baby girl again. With this thought new tears started to stream down Quinn's face. Normally she would wipe the tears away furiously and berate herself for letting herself cry, but on this day ever year she let herself. She let herself be consumed by the grief, regret, and pain giving Beth up caused.