Okay, so this is a story that's been niggling in the back of my head for a while now. Basically, I kept thinking "What would Quinn and Puck's kid be like when she grew up? and other stuff like that. So yeah, after Puck sung "Beth" I just had to write this. It's a multi-chapter, and this is the prologue.

DISCLAIMER: I'm too tired to come up with a creative disclaimer, so please enjoy this really bad poem.

Oh how I wish,

That I could own Glee.

THen I'd have the inside dish,

On all that is happening.

But I have to wait a clock ticks and tocks,

To watch the next Glee, which is owned by Fox.

I DON"T OWN GLEE OR ANY OF IT"S CHARACTERS!

Prologue

She took a deep breath and felt a warm hand enclose hers. She turned toward the owner of the hand with a mix of terror and excitement in her eyes, "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked her.

She nodded, "Yeah. I need to." She leaned forward and kissed him, "Thanks for being here."

He smiled softly at her, "It's no problem. I'm just glad you asked me to come."

She laughed a little, "It wasn't exactly a tough decision to bring you. I mean Lacey's been a little on edge lately. I don't think she'd be up for catching a train down to Dallas from New York."

He laughed too, "Probably not. But I don't think she would let you stand here stalling, either." All seriousness left his face as he said this.

She nodded, "I know. No more stalling." She walked hurriedly across the large lawn and paused when she got to the door. She closed her eyes and braced herself. Slowly raising her fist, she knocked on the door. Once. Twice. Three times.

It felt an agonizingly long time before someone opened the door, "Hello?" came the hesitant reply as a young girl answered the door. She looked about thirteen.

"Um, hi. Are your parents home?" The girl nodded, "Can I talk to them?" The girl nodded again, and closed the door.

A minute later the door opened with a tall man and his wife standing in the doorway, "Can we help you?" The woman asked.

"Are you Quinn Fabray?" The girl outside asked faintly.

The woman's eyebrows furrowed, "How do you know my maiden name?" she asked.

"Wikipedia." The girl replied.

The woman shared an anxious glance with her husband, "Um well…are you here for an autograph or-"

"Oh, no. I'm actually here because…" The girl swallowed and blinked back a few tears, "Because my name is Beth Grayson. And I'm your daughter."

AN: Okay, so thanks for reading. I'm actually quite happy with this prologue, and am looking forward to writing the rest of the story. Please read and review! I would sincerely appreciate it!

~I-Got-A~