It was a year ago today that Quinn Fabray gave birth. A year ago today that she had given up her beautiful baby, Beth. Quinn couldn't believe a whole year had flown by already, that her child was a year old. She had only held Beth once and she hadn't seen her since she had walked out of that hospital one year ago. Parts of Quinn regretted giving Beth up but parts of her were also glad she let her go. In terms of where she was on the high school ladder, it was the best decision she could have made. In the past year she had been reinstated as head cheerleader and was now dating the new, extremely cute quarterback; Sam Evans. Quinn had her popularity back, people parted like the red sea when she walked down the hallways, she was top of the chain so could now do as she wished within the walls of McKinley. Despite all of this she could not shake that feeling that she should be a part of Beth's life. Had she made a mistake giving her up for adoption? Quinn didn't want to think about it anymore, at least not today, so she concentrated on putting her books back in her locker before glee club, but it seemed that Puck had other ideas.
"Quinn!" he called from down the hallway. He did a half jog towards her that left girls drooling all around him. Quinn, however, was not fazed. She and Sam were in a great place at the moment, she did not need things like Puck interfering with that. "What you doing tonight?" he asked casually leaning on the locker next to hers.
"Going out with Sam, why?" she replied vaguely, not really paying him any attention. She knew where this was going and she had already made up her mind.
"Cause... I was wondering if you wanted to come to Breadsticks with me... y'know, to celebrate"
"Celebrate what, Puck?" Quinn was raising her voice. Could Puck not even be slightly sensitive to this topic, she thought. "To celebrate the fact I went through nine months of hell! To celebrate the fact I went through the most painful experience of my life to hold her once! Once!" she was shouting now, but she didn't care. The hall was pretty much empty anyway and she was too infuriated to be bothered about what anybody else thought. "I don't think so Puck. What you need to do is stay away from me, I'm with Sam now!" Quinn slammed her locker and stormed off. She felt that all too common feeling of those warm tears coming to her eyes. Quinn didn't think she would be quite this affected by today, she thought giving Beth up meant she didn't have to deal with any of this anymore. Quinn had never felt so wrong in her life.
"Okay, guys." Will Schuester said, clapping his hands together. He did a quick scan of the choir room and noticed a couple of the glee clubbers faces were missing. "Anyone seen Quinn and Sam today?" he asked with a tone of curiosity.
"She wasn't at cheerios practice..." Santana added absentmindedly whilst checking her nails.
"And Sam wasn't at football practice either, Coach Beiste was pissed. They're probably together..." Finn added genuinely looking concerned.
"Well nothing we can do about it now," Will continued, "so I guess we will just get on with it." He grappled his whiteboard pen and glided over to the whiteboard. "Any suggestions for our Nationals set list? Well done on winning Regional's but we really need to step up if we want to win in New York. So anybody?"
Rachel stood up in a way which was much more dramatic than needed. Puck rolled his eyes. She made her way to the front as she spoke. "I have a little something I have prepared that I would like to share"
"Knock yourself out, Rachel..." Will said, taking a seat next to Kurt. It was going to be a long hour and he really was curious about where Quinn and Sam were. While Rachel belted out notes, Will mused over it. Suddenly he remembered, Regional's was a year ago today – it was Beth's birthday. Will's heart went out to Quinn; this must be really hard on her.
As it turned out, Sam and Quinn were not together. Quinn was at home in her bedroom, sat on the floor crying. She thought about Beth, what she would be doing today on her first birthday with Shelby. She grabbed her mobile and dialled Sam's number, really needing someone to pour out her troubles onto. Straight to answer phone. Great, she thought, but she waited until the beep and began to talk. "Sam, I need you." She was going to tap the red phone but found herself blurting everything out. "Beth's going to hate me, I know it. She is going to ask about me one day and find out I abandoned her and hate me. She will feel unloved; feel like I don't like her. That's not true Sam, she will never know how much I love her, and it's my entire fault. I don't know what to do. Call me back soon and I love you, Sam." Quinn hung up the phone, hugged her knees and sobbed into her hands, begging for this day to be over. Praying that tomorrow will bring less pain.