"You wanna keep her?" Puck asked as they watched their daughter through the window.
"No," She said blankly.
"Which ones yours?" a voice said both Quinn and Puck turned to see Shelby Corcoran standing there.
"What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I see her. She looks like you."
Quinn was brought back to reality at a knocking at her door. A young girl with long blond hair stood there. Quinn gestured her to come in and she sat down.
"You're not Ms. Murray,"
"Yeah, I- Um I-um I'm the new Guidance Counselor." Quinn said looking at the girl.
"Oh okay then, I'm Beth." Quinn looked at her strangely.
"Are you okay?" Beth asked.
"Y-Yeah just- never mind. I'm Mrs. Puckerman."
"Hi,"
"So, what do you want to talk about?"
"Well, when I was thirteen I found out I was adopted, and I never really think about it but lately I just can't stop think about my birth mother. And my mom told me about her daughter and how they don't have a bond and she was the same age as me when she found her, but I want a relationship, I want to know why she gave me up and if she ever thinks about me." Quinn was forcing herself not to cry because she was certain this girl was her daughter.
"Uh-huh, um well has you ever asked your mom about your birth mom?"
"No, I mean all I know is that she was sixteen when she had me and she just couldn't handle everything, which I understand I mean who could?" Quinn nodded.
"So what do you want me to do? Do you want me to help you find her?"
"Sorta but I just don't know how to tell my mom, I don't want to hurt her."
"I know what you mean, how about you think about it tonight and come back to see me tomorrow and we'll think of something." Beth nodded.
"Thanks Mrs. Puckerman."
"No problem." Beth stood up and walked out the door.
Quinn was in complete shock. She couldn't believe that her daughter would be at the same school she'd be working and the fact she's looking for her. She needed to figure out how she was going to do this. But how would she tell Puck?
Puck knocked on her open office door, Quinn smiled at him and grabbed her bag.
"So, how was year first day?" He asked eagerly.
"Good," She said.
"Just good? Come on Quinn it had to have been better than that?"
"I mean it was the first day, nothing special."
"You better have a better story tomorrow,"
"I'll try."