This is a semi-sequel to "Smile Though Your Heart Is Aching", but it isn't necessary to read it to understand this. I was asked to show Quinn and Judy fixing their relationship. I may write more to this, but I'll wait and see.

I don't own Glee. If I did, some crazy stuff would be happening.

Ever since the pregnancy test gave her a little pink plus sign, Quinn's hands had immediately flown to her stomach upon awakening. The bump grew bigger every day until she could barely see past it.

And one day, it was just gone.

Quinn tried to be thankful. Beth had gone to a good home. Her relationship with Puck seemed stable. Her life could go back to normal.

Well, no. She was living in her friend's guest room when she should've been at home with her parents, and that would never be normal. Mercedes and her family were wonderful, but it just wasn't home. Whenever she got lonely for it, though, she just remembered how her father kicked her out, and the Joneses' house became Heaven.

Her cellphone began playing "Any Girl in Love". Quinn picked it up off the nightstand and checked the caller ID. Mom. After a moment's hesitation, she pressed ignore.

It wasn't the last time she called that day. Almost every hour, her shopping session with Mercedes and Kurt was interrupted by the same number. Finally, after the seventh try, Quinn sent her a text.

"This isn't something we can solve over the phone. Meet me at Breadsticks at 6:30, ok?"

The affirmative, if short, reply was enough for her.

Much to her surprise, her mother was there waiting for her when she arrived. Quinn slid into the booth, her hands on her stomach out of habit. "Hi."

Her mother's lips moved, as though trying to smile, but unable to manage it. "Hi."

There was a long period of silence that was only interrupted by ordering their food. Quinn fiddled with a saltshaker, watching the little white crystals shift around and around. Finally, she found the courage to look her mother in the eyes and ask, "What are you expecting from this?"

This apparently took her by surprise. "I'm sorry?"

Quinn gestured at the restaurant. "This. Meeting with me, talking to me. You've called me I don't know how many times today. What do you think is going to come out of it?"

Judy appeared fascinated by the table for a few minutes. "I don't know," she said quietly. "I'm hoping for forgiveness."

"I don't…" Quinn shook her head. "I don't know if I'm ready to forgive you. I want to, Mom. I wish we could have a happy ending where we hug and make up, but this is real life. You didn't say a word when Dad threw me out."

"And it killed me every day." Judy looked up from the table. "I understand. I can't just walk back in and expect everything to be like it was before." She took Quinn's hand. "But I can try. I'm not perfect, sweetie. You of all people should know that. All I want is a second chance, and if I ruin it, then I can walk out of your life."

Six-year-old Quinn wanted to beg, "Please, Mommy, stay with me." Sixteen-year-old Quinn, teenage mother Quinn said, "I'll think about it." But she didn't pull away from her mother's grip on her hand until the waitress came with their food.

They ate without speaking, like so many Fabray suppers before it. The Hudsons had been quiet, but only because Carole had no idea what to do with her son's pregnant girlfriend, and they didn't have much time to get used to each other. The Puckermans usually had some sort of conversation going, whether Puck was teasing his sister or his mother was asking him why, if he had to impregnate someone, it couldn't have been a nice Jewish girl. The Joneses had lively, friendly talks about what happened at school or work that day, and Quinn had no idea how many times she'd nearly choked on her food from laughter at a joke someone told. Both families were contrasts to how no one talked after saying Grace.

When they'd finished, Judy was the first to speak. "How's the baby?"

"Good. The woman who adopted her offered to send me pictures, and I think I'll take her up on that." Shelby seemed like she'd make a good mother, from the way she helped Rachel. "I could send them to you, too."

Judy nodded. "I'd like that."

They walked out of the restaurant together. The sun was setting, turning the sky into a watercolor of pink, purple, and orange. Quinn stopped for a moment, watching the artwork above her. It was a little bit like a rainbow. "Okay," she said.

Judy stared at her. "For what?"

"You get your second chance. Just…don't mess it up. Please."

It felt like years since they'd hugged. "Thank you," Judy whispered. "I won't mess it up. I promise."

And Quinn believed her.