Hi, guys! So, this is basically a story of what would have happened if Quinn wasn't set straight by Rachel and she went crazy. Also, I'm sorry if some of the medical facts in this are not true, since I am no doctor, so if some of the medical facts aren't true, I apologize ahead of time, and I hope you will not flame me.

How dare they? I thought, looking at the official document I had received in the mail.

Dear Miss Fabray,

We received your earlier call about how Miss Shelby Corcoran was an unfit mother for Beth Corcoran. However, after a thorough check of Miss Corcoran's house, we have come to the conclusion that your accusations were unfounded. Please do not make untrue statements in the future, as CPS is quite busy without people lying.

Sincerely,

Child Protective Services (CPS)

I felt angry just looking at the letter. I needed to get my baby back. I needed to get my baby back! A voice shouted in my head.

I thought to myself. I wanted another baby. I truly did. But how could I have another one? Puck was too in love with that bitch Shelby to give me the time of day, and I doubted any other guy at school would give me what I wanted either. So what could I do?

I had an idea. But it would involve stealing.

"Hello," the doctor said to me. I sat on the examination table.

"I have one question," the doctor said, eyeing me. "How old are you? You're not able to do this procedure if you're under the age of 18, even if you have a parents' permission."

"I'm 18," Quinn said.

"Well," the doctor said, looking through a folder. "I'm having a very difficult time understanding this. Why would an 18 year old want to have this type of procedure done? You're still in high school, correct?"

"Yes," Quinn said. "But… well, I get pregnant at 16, and I regret it. But what I regret even more is giving my daughter away. I'm Quinn Fabray, I could've made a way, but I didn't want to."

"Hmm," the doctor said. "Let's take a look at your uterus."

The doctor took a bottle of gel and squeezed it. A whole bunch of gel came out, onto Quinn's abdomen. "Well, Miss Fabray… I'm afraid there's a complication."

"What?" Quinn asked, her voice scared.

"See, when you gave birth, there was a problem with your uterus, and since it wasn't treated, it caused scarring… scarring that will make it next to impossible for you to get pregnant again."

"But…"

"I'm sorry, but you're infertile."

Quinn wiped the gel off her stomach, pulling her shirt down. Getting up, she stormed out of the examination room.

Quinn was found in the girls' bathroom at school. She had stabbed herself. However, before she made the final cut to her heart that would kill her, she left a message. She stabbed her wrists a couple times, enough to draw blood, but not enough to kill herself. She wrote a message on the mirror with it: "I'm sorry I killed myself, but I was done with life. I regretted giving my daughter Beth up, and I tried to get her back, but I was unsuccessful. I do not want to be a part of this cold world any longer."

Santana and Brittany found her. They had gone to the bathroom in between classes to touch up their makeup and make sure their ponytails weren't coming loose.

They walked into the bathroom. Brittany was the first to see it. She screamed, clamping a hand to her mouth.

"What the…" Santana said, turning in the direction Brittany was looking in. She gasped when she saw it, taking in the gruesome sight, her best friend lying on the floor, her wrists slashed, the message written on the mirror in blood.

"Britt, we gotta go get help," Santana said. "Quickly!"

The two girls ran out of the bathroom, sprinting down the hallway, until they reached Mr. Schue's classroom. They opened the door, running in.

"Girls, you're late." Mr. Schue frowned at the two cheerleaders. "One more tardy, and you'll be ineligible for Glee or the Cheerios."

"Mr. Schuester!" Santana said. "Quinn… bathroom…"

"Wait, what?" Mr. Schue's stomach lurched.

"She's dead."

Mr. Schue's eyes grew wide.

Everyone was sad about Quinn's death, and they buried her in the local cemetery. People mourned her for a while, but after a while, she was forgotten.

Except for a certain someone.

16 years later

"Hey mom, you home?" I called, standing in the front doorway of my house. There was no answer. I guessed my mom was at work.

I moved into the kitchen, eying my reflection in the mirror. My blond hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, and I was wearing a red and white cheerleading uniform. I was the captain of the Cheerios, the cheerleading at my school, and I was also the lead female singer in the Glee Club, New Directions. My mom had a really nice job, and I lived with her in this big house. I had no siblings, and my mom was not married.

I had always wondered why I never looked like my mom. I had blond hair, she had dark brown. I had hazel eyes, she had brown eyes. I had fair skin, she had a darker shade of skin. Whenever I asked her, she abruptly changed the subject, so I never asked anymore, but I wondered and wondered.

I saw a note taped to the fridge.

Hello, Beth:

I'm going out with friends after work tonight, since it's a Friday, so you can heat the lasgana from last night up for dinner before your game. However, do you think you clear out the clutter in the attic, please? It shouldn't take you long, just throw out the junk and leave the rest for me. Thanks, sweetheart!

I rolled my eyes. I really did not feel like cleaning out the attic. I dragged myself upstairs, and set to work. I went through a ton of boxes, taking junk out of them and putting them in trash bags. Then, I found a big cardboard box that was taped shut. In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have messed with something that was taped, but I couldn't resist it, so I quickly tore the tape off, and began to look through it.

Just then, I saw something.

It was adoption papers. Beth Drizzle Fabray was being changed to Bethany Drizzle Corcoran. It had my birth date on it, and apparently, Noah Puckerman and Quinn Lucy Fabray were giving Beth to Miss Shelby Corcoran.

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