To those who are reading my two other stories, I will continue them, but first, I have to get out of this writer's block and this story will be an attempt to pull myself out of it. It all started with a dream. Enjoy !

Note : This story takes place four months after graduation. Brittany is with Artie and Santana has never had any romantic feelings towards her, and Quinn has feelings for Santana.

Flashback.

Tires screeched on the road, followed with a loud 'Crash!'.

Within a split second, she wondered if it was a bad idea, or not. But it was too late.

The brunette plunged into a deep and never ending sleep.

Police officers were running around everywhere. Ambulances were parked on the sidewalk. Paramedics were all gathered around the car. Firemen were hurrying to extinguish the fire.

Everything happened so fast.

"What the fuck happened?" Puck called out, Quinn following him in a quick pace.

The two had been called to go to the hospital as soon as they could. Puck had picked Quinn up from the Fabray household, and as soon as they knew it, they entered the hospital.

None of them had any idea of what was happening, but judging the police officer's voice on the phone, it sure had to be something important.

"Can anyone tell us why we're here?" Puck exclaimed, getting one of the paramedics attention.

The paramedic walked forward to reach them, and Puck was already fuming, "You got something to tell us?" he asked, Quinn nudging his side and mouthing "Keep cool" before they both listened to the doctor.

"Does one of you know a certain Shelby Corcoran?" the man asked, checking his papers for the right name.

Quinn and Pucker eyed each other with a confused look, then turning to the man, both nodding simultaneously.

"Please follow me."

And without further ado, both of the teenagers were following the man. They had no idea where he was leading them to, but he hadn't uttered a word during their 'walk', so they figured that they would be in for a shock.

"What the fu-" Puck mumbled, when they arrived in one of the hospital rooms.

"Shelby?" Quinn whispered. "That's Shelby?"

The paramedic nodded, "She's in a critical situation. Her car crashed. We were lucky to get her out before the car caught fire. But when we got her out, there were no signs of life. We brought her here and we put her on life support. You both have to understand that there aren't many chances that she would come back to us." he explained.

Neither Puck or Quinn had anything to say. They were both speechless, their eyes glued to the injured woman, laying unconscious on the bed.

"The reason why we contacted you both, was because one of the policeman found something addressed to you. They found it in one of her pockets." he said, pulling out an envelope from his documents and handing it to the two.

They both looked at each other, and Quinn hesitantly took hold of the envelope, carefully tearing it open and starting to read the letter out loud.

"Noah, Quinn, if you're reading this... If you're reading this, it's because something happened to me..." but her voice soon faltered.

Puck looked at her. The boy was obviously trying to keep a strong face, but when he realized what the letter meant, he clenched his jaw and tried as hard as he could to keep the tears inside.

"Here, I'll read it." he offered, taking hold of the piece of paper.

The paramedic left them both in the room, not wanting to seem intruding.

Quinn and Puck went to sit down on the two chairs that were in a corner of the room.

Puck then began reading the letter.

"Noah, Quinn, if you're reading this, it's because something happened to me. What I'm going to explain, is something that I could never have expressed in front of both of you. So I think that this is the best solution here; writing a letter.

No matter how hard I tried to be a good mother, to Beth, I always thought of myself; a failure. I'm a terrible mother, you should both know that. Quinn, you were right. And don't feel guilty about it, because I knew that your words were true. I lived in that small apartment, I had a job which hardly allowed me to have that apartment, that roof, that home where I would feel safe with Beth. When I looked at her, I saw your eyes, Quinn. I'm not her mother. I can't be a mother. I should have known this as soon as I gave Rachel up. I shouldn't have tried to be that woman, adopting someone's baby and expecting to be a great mother.

With these words, Quinn, Noah, I need you to understand that only you two, can be the real parents to your child. Take care of her, I know you'll both be the best mother and father to her. She deserves real parents.

Shelby." Puck whispered the last part.

Burying his face into his palms, the letter placed on his knees, he could hear Quinn crying next to him.

What were they supposed to do now?

Four months later - Present day.

"Puck ! Get up !" Quinn called from the bathroom. She could hear Beth crying in her room, and she needed to get ready to go to class.

Ever since Shelby had lost her life in a car crash, Puck and Quinn had adopted their own child. And words wouldn't describe how difficult for them those last couple of months were.

From signing so many papers to regain custody of their own child, to moving into a two bedroom apartment in New Haven in order for Quinn to attend Yale. They had gone through so many things that other teenagers wouldn't even have thought of possible. Even their mother's were outstanded by their ability to control their stress.

Once Quinn was ready to go, she quickly headed to the kitchen and turned on the coffee machine. That machine had become their survival kit. Without it, they knew that they would just pass out at any moment of the day. The two hardly had any sleep at all during the nights, and with everything that they were currently going through, it wasn't helping.

Puck had become a stay-at-home father. He looked after Beth while Quinn had class. He sure had grown up in the shortest amount of time. He had to become responsible, patient, and serious, which were things that he wasn't used to, four months ago. Sometimes, he worked in a bar during late nights when Quinn would be home to look after Beth.

Quinn had to balance her time for homework, her time for looking after Beth, and her time for classes. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, but she had started doing that since a month now, and she was rather quickly getting the hang of it.

Even though they were both Beth's parents now, and even though they lived together, slept in the same room, in the same bed, they weren't together. They were friends, and that's what they both wanted. They had agreed on the fact that they weren't made for each other, therefor, it would be easier to have a friendly relationship.

The blonde headed out of the apartment and at that moment Beth was already in Puck's tired arms. He cradled her until she went back to sleep again. He laid her back into her cot and walked into the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee, waiting for it to cool down before he drank it in little sips.

He never had much to do, during the day, since Quinn was in class and he couldn't go out without Beth. So he settled down on the couch, figuring that he would take a shower in a couple of hours. Puck pressed his back against the back of the couch and closed his eyes, breathing in and out, trying to be as relaxed as he could.

He often did that; tried to be relaxed. Because with Quinn rushing around everywhere, he felt rather stressed most of the time.

If his friends back in Lime wouldn't have expected someone to move to New Haven to be a father, that someone would have been Puck. And he was rather surprised himself that he had gone this far.

Puck grabbed his phone that was on the small coffee table. He pressed a few keys before hitting the 'call' button.

Waiting for an answer, he tapped his fingers on his knee.

"Mom?" he asked, when he heard someone pick up the phone on the other end of the line.

Puck had grown closer to his mother ever since Shelby's death. Samara, his mother had been somehow helping him through stressful moments and such. Both of their parent's, as a matter of fact, had been helping them in so many ways, sometimes, they didn't even realize. Judy had helped Quinn to regain her confidence that she had lost when she found out that she was going to be Beth's mother again. And Samara, had helped Puck realize that he wasn't useless. Even though when he was back in Lima, they never really spoke, they never expressed their mother and son love. But when she found out that his son would be a father again, she didn't want him to make the same mistake as she did during his whole childhood. So she told him that she was proud of him, which she honestly was, ad she also told him that she believed in him. And for Puck, that was all he needed.

"Noah, how are you?" she asked.

"I'm alright, Ma', how're you doing?" he asked, fiddling with his fingers.

"Everything's good. Is Quinn out?"

"Yeah, she has class 'til five this afternoon. Hey, can I ask you something?"

"You haven't gotten that poor girl pregnant again, have you?" she immediately asked.

"Nah, not that. Just something that's been on my mind for a few days."

"Then go ahead."

"If we hired a baby-sitter, and I went to work, would we have a little more money at the end of the month? Because Judy is paying for everything and even though she's really helping us, she's wasting her personal earnings, y'know?" he explained.

He didn't hear anything at first, probably because his mother was thinking, but then she spoke up, "I'm not sure that it would be any better. If you hire someone to keep Beth, you might pay her the total of your salary anyway. Baby-sitters these days are quite expensive." Samara told him. "What about your friend who lives in New York. You know, the Latina girl that you used to come home with sometimes." she suggested.

"San? What about her?" he asked, curiously.

"I talked with her mother the other day, and she said that she could use a job. She's taking distance courses, did you know that? So she doesn't have to stay in New York to keep taking them. You could offer her a job, and a home."

"Yeah, I doubt she would want to look after Beth. I mean, the kid cries every night, San would probably be exhausted after a short time of living with us. Besides, she wants to be in New York." he explained.

"Well, from New York to New Haven there are only two short hours of driving."

"Whatever. Maybe I'll call her later. But I'll have to check with Quinn first." he stated, hearing Beth starting to cry again, from her room, "I gotta go now, Beth's awake again." Puck said.

"Go take care of your girl." Samara said.

"Yeah. Bye Ma'."

"Bye Noah."

And with that, Puck hung up the phone and made his way into Beth's bedroom.

"Hey there, monkey face. You're awake again, huh?" he smiled, reaching out to take her into his arms. "Are you hungry? Yeah, you must be hungry." Puck said, using his sweetest voice.

He placed the young blonde on the thick blanket that they had spread out on the floor of the living room. It was her playing area.

He left her there to play with her toys while he went to prepare something to eat. It was already 11am and both of them were getting rather hungry.

Quinn always made some mashed up vegetables for Beth during the evenings, and she would always put the rest in the fridge, for lunch the next day. It was something that she had gotten used to do since they moved in, and it was also very handy when Puck didn't know what to feed the little one.

The two year old squealed when she saw her father approach her with a bowl in his hand. "You happy? You gonna eat some yummy veggies here." Puck smiled.

He always let his sweet side show whenever he was around Beth. Besides, that's how you're supposed to be with babies, right?

Puck fed Beth and then he took her own on a walk in the nearest park. Then they walked around town, well, Puck walked and Beth was in the pushchair, giggling as Puck sang to her.

When they got back, it was already around 4.30pm, and Quinn seemed to be back already.

"Quinn? You here?" Puck called out, as he opened the entry door, carrying Beth out and folding the pushchair. He let her crawl around for a while ask he tried to figure out where Quinn was.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here." she called out from their room.

The mohawked boy walked inside and saw Quinn sat in front of the mirror, cleaning off her make-up.

"Rough day?" he asked.

"The usual. Long classes when you're as tired as hell isn't something pleasant, you know." she shrugged, getting up from the chair and walking towards Puck, "How did your day go?"

"Oh, y'know, the usual." he smiled, "I took Beth out for a walk after lunch." he told her, walking back into the main room, expecting Quinn to follow, "I called my mom."

"How is she?" Quinn asked, out of curiosity.

"She's fine. She has an idea so that I can get a job, though."

The blonde looked at him with raised brows, indicating for him to continue.

"She said that we could hire San as a baby-sitter. You know, because apparently she takes distance courses or whatever."

"Yeah right, Puck. We're not hiring her to look after Beth." Quinn stated, turning on the coffee machine in the kitchen.

"You still aren't over her, aren't you?" Puck said. He wasn't teasing her, or mocking her, he was actually being serious, trying to understand the girl and her feelings.

"Listen, I don't want to talk about it." she said, stubbornly.

Even though he could have just pushed her to admit a few things, Puck just let it go, and instead, went to play with Beth, leaving Quinn alone in the kitchen.

She hadn't talked to Santana during the whole Summer break. She hadn't even been to see her in New York to visit her after finding out that she had rented a small apartment over there. After the looks, and hugs that they exchanged just after graduation, they had practically lost contact. They had gone their own ways.

"Shit." she muttered, as she realized that she had poured too much coffee in her mug, the hot liquid spilling out of it as she rushed to grab a cloth.

When everything was cleaned up, Quinn made dinner and they all ate on the kitchen counter, Beth in her high-chair between her parents.

To Quinn, it didn't seem right. The situation that they were in. Having to ask her mother to pay for their rent, rushing in and out of the apartment, seeing Puck sometimes bored out of his mind, having practically no free time, realizing that Beth's life wasn't meant to be like this. Those thoughts always ran around in her mind when they ate dinner together.

It wasn't right.

That night, after tucking Beth into bed, she prepared herself to go to sleep, knowing that she wouldn't be able to catch a second of sleep anyway.

She joined Puck in bed. There was nothing romantic in between them. Just a strong friendship. A very strong friendship. They had become each other's shoulder to lean on whenever they were stressed about something, they had become each other's listener, offering help whenever one of them needed something. The pair would sometimes seem stronger than some other couples out there, and they were only friends.

Quinn was trying to hold back the tears during the whole day. She always seemed to do it, letting the tears out at night when nobody would notice. Nobody apart from Puck.

She stifled a whimper as the first tears rolled down her cheeks and disappeared into her pillow.

Feeling arms wrap around her, she cried more, letting those tears run down her cheeks freely.

"Talk to me." Puck whispered into her ear.

She never really told him what was going on in her head. Sure, she often got herself into such an emotional mess, and he would just try to comfort her. Buy she never really expressed her feelings. She usually only told him that she felt like she wasn't a good mother to Beth, and that she wasn't sure that she could cope any longer. And she always got away with it.

But this time, when Quinn shook her head, Puck insisted. "What's going on in there. In your head. C'mon Q, you can tell me." he reassured her.

He couldn't see her face as her back was pressed into his chest, so she tapped on her back, wanting her to turn to look at him. "Look at me, and tell me what's going on." he said softly.

She slowly obliged and turned to face her friend, the tears still falling from her eyes.

Puck pushed a strand of hair out of her face as she cried, then pulling her into him, her face buried into the crook of his neck.

"Everything's gonna be fine..." he whispered, stroking her hair, "You're doing great at this whole parent thing." Puck said.

"I'm not... I'm not a good mom, Puck. C-Can't you see? I'm horrible at this. Mothers... They're meant to spend time with their kids, they're meant to make them smile, make them laugh... I-I'm not that... She's unhappy, Puck... This life is making her unhappy..." she tried to explain, letting it all out for the first time.

"What? Of course not. Nonsense, Q. She's really happy, you just can't see it. You can't see the joy in her eyes whenever you come back from class." he said. And he was being completely honest. He could see that sparkle in his daughter's eyes whenever they were both around her. "What you just said is complete bull. Just look at her, she loves you."

Quinn shook her head, "N-No. She can't love me if I'm hardly at home... I'm practically missing out on her life. She barely sees me..."

He quickly interrupted her sentence, as he felt like she was just going to continue talking complete nonsense, "Stop. She loves you, Quinn. Just, trust me. Believe me, I can see that look in her eyes."

"And I can't... Because I don't pay enough attention to her..." she mumbled.

Puck rolled his eyes, "Oh c'mon, don't say that. You're at college, Yale. You can't be everywhere at the same time. You have homework, essays to do at night, it's normal. But in the weekends, you know, when we do those outings sometimes? I think that's the best part of her week. Because it's as if she gets to know you. And you get to know her. Watching you guys just makes me happy, y'know?" he smiled, remembering when they all went out two weeks ago. They had gone to a zoo, and Beth kept giggling at the monkeys and how they kept swinging from branch to branch.

"I guess..." Quinn said, quietly.

"I need to tell you something." Puck said, in a serious tone.

The blonde nodded in agreement, "Go on." she said.

"I want your mom to stop paying for our rent. I mean, I know she's trying to help us and everything, but we can't let her do that all the time." he explained.

"Well, do you have another plan?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do."

Raising a perfect brow, Quinn had a feeling that she knew what was going to come out of his mouth.

"We can ask Santana to help out, so I can get a proper job and start paying for this apartment." he said.

"I'm tired, Puck." Quinn said, obviously trying to avoid the subject that she knew that Puck would bring up. She turned her back to him and pulled the covers over her body before closing her eyes. She wasn't sleeping, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to, but she didn't want to talk about Santana.

Puck was left there, wondering what to do. He figured that he would try and talk to her about it the next day.

"Night, Quinn." he said, leaning over to press his lips against her cheek, then laying on his back, trying to get some sleep.

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