Dislaimer: I don't own Glee, but oh my God, I wish I did.

I slammed the brakes as soon as I spotted the house. "Yeah, that's the one," I muttered, rolling my eyes at the sunny-yellow painted monstrosity, decorated with flowers and vines. I took the key out of the ignition, and stopped to ponder for a moment. What was I even doing here? Why was I here? Was there a point? Did I really think this would work?

I guess I'd be the first to say my life has been, well, like a slope. I was, to sum it up, perfect. Was is the operative word here. I was captain of the Cheerios, the best cheerleading team ever, I was singing my heart out every day in Glee club, and I was dating the perfect guy. I smiled to myself, thinking of him. It was a cute little fling. Sure, we were serious, but I had always had eyes for someone else.

And that someone else got me pregnant. So that's when I jumped on that stupid train that led me downtown. I went so far down that I was even considering ending it all for a while. But Beth stopped me. I sighed, placing a delicate hand on my once pregnant belly, remembering the days when I knew I needed to start being responsible for myself and actually do something about this hell I was living in.

I did. I gave Beth up. It was best for her and Puck, her dad. It was also what I needed to do. I didn't think I could raise a baby in high school. Definitely not when my parents had kicked me out, and I had barely any prenatal care.

That's why I was so thankful for Mercedes. She was my angel when I needed her- offering me a place to stay. Her mother even paid for my doctor's bills and vitamins, as long as I baby sat her youngest son on the weekends. Which was fine, no one had wanted to spend time with me at all. I was getting a reputation to be a killjoy, because I wouldn't smoke, drink, do drugs, or have sex. I was already pregnant, what did they want from me?

A light went on in one of the rooms on the top floor, and my heart beat started to quicken. I glanced at the time: 2:00 AM. Fuck, I didn't realize how late it was. A figure came to my car door, dressed in what seemed to be a poncho and fuzzy slippers.

She knocked on the door, and I rolled down the window. "Quinn?" she asked, surprised. "Come in, come in."

I stepped out of the car, the force of the rain hitting me hard. I swayed against the strength of the wind. "What are you doing here? It's one of the worst storms of the year," she cried, gaping at me. She noticed my attire- a sheer nightgown and flip flops. "Oh dear, here," she soothed, taking off her poncho and wrapping it around me. She guided me to the door and led me into the den. "Are you okay?"

Tears fell down my face. "I want her back."

She looked confused. "Want who back?"

A slow grin spread across my face. I looked off at the wall past her head, staring at a baby picture of my companion. "Beth."

A/N: You guys like? I have all these ideas shooting out of my head! Review please- should I continue?