"Are you gonna keep her?"
Memories of that faithful day flooded Noah Puckerman's mind.
"Did you love me?"
"Yes, especially now."
She was so damn beautiful, and her child...his child, THEIR child, was perfect. He missed her so. He felt horrible for imprisoning Quinn's life, getting her in trouble with her parents, but he loved her, and he loved their Beth. He wished he could see her again.
Damn car! She thought. The engine won't work again! Ugh!
Quinn Fabray was having trouble getting home for the fourth time that week. She cried in anger when it refused to start. She scowled, and began to walk home. At least it's not that far... she thought.
No longer concentrating on driving, her mind began to wonder...
Finn Hudson was throwing a bean bag at the wall. He thought it would bounce back to him, but he could not get any result. Shruging, he turned on the television set and looked for any sports shows that might be on. Successfully finding the FOX channel, he watched a football game in leisure.
A commercial came on the screen.
"Our newest hit television show, starring Kristin Chenoweth!"
"Why would you lie to me?"
"Because I love you!"
Finn rolled his eyes. Stupid drama shows, he thought. Until...
Puck sighed, and sat down in the locker room. He was the only one left. Finn had left long ago, for a doctor's appointment. Though, Puck suspected this was actually a ploy to make out with Berry, but you never know with Hudson. Whatever man. How could Finn want Berry? I mean, she was hot, but she wasn't Quinn. Quinn was... just so wonderful. Sure, she could be a bitch, but so could he. He still remembers that day in the home economics lab. They'd had so much fun, and he doesn't know if he had ever seen Quinn that happy. Damn. She had a beautiful smile.
God, he thought he always wanted to see her smile. She was so fucking beautiful. Why God, why did I have to be such an ass to her? I shouldn't have hid my feelings. Who the fuck would? She was a fucking angel man, a Godsend.
Quinn looked back toward her car, but knew there was no hope to let it move. She almost hoped someone would try to steal it. Useless piece of...
Stealing... Her heart gave a jolt. Stolen. She clutched at her chest. Her hand unconciously began to drift to her stomach, which once had housed a baby. Her baby. Her sweet Beth, or 'Drizzle' as Finn had called her. She smiled a little at the thought of the boy's goofy nature. However, there were tears pouring down her cheeks that she could not stop, and she began to run home. She wanted to cry in her bed forever.
Upon reaching her doorstep, her mother greeted her, and as soon as she saw her child sobbing, took her in her arms.
Judy Fabray sat with her young daughter, and stroked her hair softly, saying, "It's alright Quinn, everything will be alright..."
Finn was staring at his television set, completely mind boggled. The game had been back on for quite a while, but he could only think about the commercial in which a young woman cheated on her husband for another. He felt an odd pain in his heart. It was just a stupid show, he thought. Just some damn stupid show!
He turned off his television, and laid his head on his pillow. His phone had gone off, a text from Rachel, but he wasn't in the mood to talk to her, or to anyone. He knew why he was so angry.
His Quinn. Yes, HIS Quinn. She had been his, and Puck had stolen her, stolen her virginity, and stolen her firstborn. Well, actually Shelby had taken Drizzle, but...
He felt a tear run down his face. Why should he care? He had Rachel, and she loved him. Well, er, before she had found out about Santana... Come to think of it, why did she text him?
Curious, he opened his phone, to see a message.
'As you may already know, I have been accepted to the Dramatic Academy of New York two years early. They feel my musical skills are outstanding. I hope you feel anger for not staying with the woman who will be a fame on broadway one day.'
Seriously? Really? He wasn't surprised to be honest. She was probably trying to make him jealous. Whatever, fuck that, she made out with Puck, Quinn had sex with him, Goddamn!
Noah Puckerman was already making his way home. He eyed some of the girls he saw while he walked to his house, making comments that caused them to scowl, although some batted their eyes. They didn't matter though. It was just his game face. He was trying to hide his heart.
He didn't want any bimbos, or football trophies, Glee trophies, whatever man, fuck that.
He wanted his little girl. His little Beth, and he wanted Quinn to enjoy time with their child. Yes, their child. Their child. He loved saying that. He had a beautiful girl out there that he had made with the woman he loved.
He made a mental note to ask about a certain Shelby...
Quinn was now laying in her bed, twidling her thumbs. Her eyes were red and puffy. Her mother had been very kind. She was so grateful for her mum that her eyes filled with even more tears.
Thoughts of Puck and Finn flashed in her mind. Finn, the boy she had loved, and Puck, the boy who had loved her.
And Beth, the girl who would never know her...
She sat up, and through blind eyes, faced the portrait of Jesus Christ above her bed.
"Dear lord..."