To my dear baby Beth,

I know that if you ever read this letter that you'll no longer be a baby but that is how I will always remember you. Today you are one month old and I can't even begin to imagine the ways in which you have changed in that short time. The image of you in my head and my heart is still of you as a tiny baby tightly wrapped in a pink blanket. You were beautiful. Don't let anyone ever tell you any different Beth. You will always be beautiful.

I don't know how much your mom has told you about me. I don't even know if she will tell you about me. But I hope that one day you will know who I am and that you will understand why I have done what I have. I hope that one day you might even thank me for making the right decision although sometimes I'm sure we will both feel it was wrong.

I am Quinn Fabray and today I am sixteen years old. I am your birth mother. These are things that I know to be true. The rest of my life at the moment seems to be a series of what ifs and maybes but I doubt it'll always be that way.

Before you were born I was a different person. I was a Cheerio – something which I doubt means anything to you. I was head cheerleader with a nationals winning team and I was popular. I had power within my school and my life and I was pretty much unstoppable. Sometimes I look back on those days with a longing to be back where I was and to be that person once again but other times I look back and I don't like that person. I hope that you one day you know what it is to be popular and to have friends and to part of something big but I hope that you are able to keep your head and stay grounded with it. I want you to be well liked not feared.

But aside from being a Cheerio (and I hope to be one again), I am a member of another group – a group which is more special and which in turn makes me feel special. I am a member of New Directions. By the time you read this the group may no longer exist and even if does we will no longer be a part of it but believe me Beth in the here and now New Directions is incredible. We are a Glee club – I'm sure your mom will have told you all about Glee clubs and I hope she will be kind to us – made up of a group of misfits. We are an odd looking bunch and yet we are a family. The people I sing and dance with in that group supported me so much when I was pregnant with you and I don't think I could have gotten through it without them. Your dad is also in New Directions along with an extended family that you will never know. You were their Beth as much as you were mine.

The day you were born they waited outside the hospital room. They were my biggest support and I know that deep down they hoped that I would keep you that they would get to help raise you. Your 'uncle' Kurt and your 'auntie' Mercedes would have ensured that you were always the trendiest, most stylish baby on the planet. You probably would have ended up having miniature versions of all our glee club outfits. You could have been our little mascot. Oh Beth as I write this I can always imagine that and it's an image that brings a smile to my face. I hope one day you have friends like these.

The day you were born I held you and I did wonder about what it would be like to raise you. You were this beautiful tiny person and for a moment I couldn't help but think how much work would go in to caring for someone so little. But then I realised that you being so little scared me. How could I be trusted to look after someone so precious? I can barely look after myself at the best of times. You just have to look at the way I've lived my life up to this point.

The day you were born I met the woman who would become your mom. I already knew her a little bit. She was the coach of our biggest Glee club rivals at regionals and another thing but it's not my place to tell you about that. Even though you weren't hers at the point I could see the love and longing in her eyes. I think you were destined to be hers. But she gave me, and your dad, a gift that day. She used the name with had picked out for you. Your dad sang Beth to me when we were talking about names and when she asked us in the hospital if you had a name that was what he told her.

There are so many things I want for you Beth. There are so many mistakes I hope you never make. There are so many experiences that I hope you have.

I hope that life is good to you Beth. I hope that you are always free and happy and that you never allow yourself to be beaten down. I hope that you never stop dancing around your bedroom, singing in to microphone and that one day maybe you'll dance and sing on a stage as part of your own Glee club.

No matter what anyone says to you Beth remember that winning or losing isn't everything. Always remember that you are your own person and that the world doesn't need another Quinn Fabray, Shelby Corcoran or Sue Sylvester but it does need a Beth Corcoran.

One day I hope to meet you. I hope that it'll be a happy meeting and that maybe we can be friends or at the very least have some sort of relationship. I'd like that very much.

I always loved you and always will.

Your birth mom,

Quinn