*You guys must hate me for always writing stories about if Beth died but I just wanted to do this one for the letters. I actually really wish they'd kept Beth. But enjoy and review
I walked in the door of the choir room and everyone turned to stare. Great just what I need! I think as I see the sympathy in their eyes.
"QUINN!" Rachel screams and jumps up to hug me.
I just stand there, not really bothered to do much else. I couldn't even be bothered to dodge Rachel's hug. Maybe it was because I was still hurting or maybe I was trying to avoid his eyes.
"What's with the envelopes?" I asked when Rachel finally released me.
They all blushed and looked down.
"We thought we should get our feelings out about the baby on paper." Rachel finally admitted "My idea." She said proudly and my brain went into overload.
"I don't care if it was your freaking idea." I yelled at them all for nearly five minutes and they all stood there in silence looking at their feet. "I knew I shouldn't have come back. By the way it's not the baby. It's Beth." I said before storming out of the choir room leaving every one stunned.
I sat on the step crying. It was raining and I had no way of getting home so I sat there like I had so many times in the past month.
"Hey." Said his voice. I looked up to see Puck holding a plastic bag.
"What do you want?" It was meant to sound bitchy and cold but it came out shaky and soft
"To see if you're alright. Are you?" He sat down next to me.
"Oh yeah perfect." I said rolling my eyes.
"Whatever. The others talked and we decided you should read these." He handed me the bag. I knew it held the envelopes from before but I took it anyway.
"I guess I can."
"So are you coming back to school Monday?" I hadn't been to school for the two weeks since.
"Probably not. I can't handle the looks and words of sympathy."
"I'm sure if Noah Puckerman can then Quinn Fabray could easily." He smirked
"No. I can't. You don't know what it's like." I snapped
"Yeah I do she was my daughter too." He sounded hurt
"But did you carry her for nine months? Did you hold her limp body in your arms? I don't think you did." I put my head in my hands
"But I was still her father." He insisted.
"But no one at school cares. You're still just bad ass Puck, I'm sad crazy Quinn." I sighed "You blame me don't you."
"No."
"You do don't hide it. I blame me too." Puck went silent. Quinn just assumed he was playing dumb.
"Quinn I don't blame you for anything that happened." He paused after each word
"Then who? WHO DO YOU BLAME?" She yelled
"I'm-I don't know. I just blame everyone." He muttered
"So you blame your sister then for asking me to play dolls with her or you blame Miss Pillsbury for the guidance she tried to give us." She raised her eyebrows
"No. I mean I blame everything and myself. But not you. I blame myself for not saying 'Quinn quite cheerleading already' or 'Mr Shue don't let Quinn dance'" Quinn looked back at her shoes
"So you do blame me then? For not taking it easy, for not looking after our baby."
"No that's not wha-"
"Save it for someone else Puck. I know you blame me I blame me too. I also know it's stupid but it helps to blame someone." She got up
"At least read the letters." He said throwing her the bag.
"Whatever." She walked off with the bag.