When Quinn walked into the classroom and saw Shelby standing there, she froze. What is that bitch doing here? She wondered. She already took my daughter from me. Is she just coming back to Lima to flaunt it in my face? Quinn had regretted giving Beth up over the past year. She wished she could go back in time and change it, but she couldn't. And now she had to face the consequences.

"I can't do this," Quinn said, turning around and attempting to walk back out the door, but she couldn't. Puck blocked her.

"Just listen to what she has to say," he told her. And so she did.

She listened to Shelby, all right, and Shelby basically flaunted in Quinn's face that she had Quinn's baby, going on and on about how she had come back to Lima to teach at McKinley High School because when her and Beth lived in New York City, she had to work long hours and had missed some of Beth's milestones. Imagine never being able to see her accomplish milestones, bitch! Quinn thought, but she didn't say anything. She just stood there like the good little girl she had always been while she listened to Shelby talk, even though the tattoo, nose ring, short pink hair, and black leather clothes indicated otherwise. Finally, when Shelby finished talking, Quinn gave Shelby a piece of her mind before she turned and ran out the door.

Quinn ran out the front door, even though there was still three hours left in the school day. Screw school, she thought. She ran under the bleachers, collapsing on the couch she had bribed Coach Sylvester to put underneath them. She, however, didn't cry. She had used up all her tears in the last two years.

Instead, she took out a cigarette, lighting it and putting it in her mouth. She let out a cloud of smoke from her mouth, watching the Cheerios practice. Santana was launched into the air by a group of girls and executed a perfect toe touch before falling down, her ponytail swinging through the air, her red and white practice skirt riding up her hips as the bases caught her and set her on the ground, and she raised her arms into a V formation.

That used to be me, Quinn thought. I used to be beautiful and carefree like that. I could go back to that feeling.

However, Quinn knew too much shit had happened to her in the past two years for life to ever go back to the way it was. Even when Quinn had gone back to the Celibacy Club, began dating the hottest guy in school, and became captain of the Cheerios again, she still hadn't felt like she always used to when she was lifted to the top of the pyramid. She thought back on the past two years in her head.

Quinn walked onto the football field, back in her rightful spot of the school HBIC. She was wearing her red and white Cheerios uniform, her hair pulled back into its rightful ponytail. She literally had the whole world at her fingertips, and that gave her satisfaction. She felt slightly bad about having to throw Santana under the bus to get it all back, but oh well. She deserved it, didn't she? And Santana and Brittany adored her, always following her, listening to what she said, and doing what she did, even if they didn't want to. She knew it was only a matter of time before Santana came crawling back to her.

Quinn stretched and warmed up like always, and when Coach Sylvester came out of her office, Quinn gave the signal to the rest of the girls, indicating to them that it was time to run laps around the football field.

Finally, Coach Sylvester came out, and she began to teach them a routine. Well, actually, it was really Quinn teaching them it, since Coach Sylvester had taught it to her yesterday, and one of her duties as captain was to teach the routines to the rest of the girls.

"Alright," Quinn said. "Let's start practicing it!"

"The first twenty girls to mess up, ask for a break, complain, or faint of heat exhaustion are off the team," Coach Sylvester bellowed through her megaphone.

In a part of the routine, Santana and Brittany lifted Quinn into the air for a pyramid. They each grabbed one of her feet, and lifted her up. Once she was balanced, she placed her feet on their inner thighs, so they could let go. She lifted her arms into a V position over her head, enjoying the feeling of her hair rustling slightly in the wind; and the football team all watching her, hoping to see under her skirt, as Coach Beiste yelled at them for slacking off. But she didn't get quite the same feeling as she had always had.

Quinn desperately wanted to see Beth, to see her baby girl, but she was too stubborn. Shelby had told her that if she wanted to be a part of Beth's life she would have to clean up her act, and she was a legal adult now; she refused to follow orders from anyone. So she kept hanging out with The Skanks and screwing around, scarring the stupid little freshmen for life. Because while before she had gotten pregnant she had tortured everyone else, even the upperclassmen, besides taunting them, she had given the orders; slushie Man Hands, toss Gay Kid in the dumpster outside the school. What she was doing now was taking it to a whole nother level.

One day, however, Quinn's resistance to adult authority shattered on the floor in front of her, and she headed to Shelby's classroom, where she coached her Glee Club. However, the only member she had yet been able to recruit had been Sugar Motta, a spoiled little rich brat who couldn't even sing. Sugar headed out of the classroom, her tiny little ass shaking as she walked. Quinn envied Sugar, although secretly. Sugar had everything Quinn wanted. She was skinny, and Quinn had never been able to fully go back to her pre-pregnancy weight, and Sugar was rich. While Quinn used to have been rich too, her parents got divorced, and her father got most of the money, since he had earned it, as her mother had never had to lift a finger before the divorce. Now, Quinn and Judy lived in a small, comfortable, charming, rustic townhouse, and Judy, having to hold down three jobs just to make ends meet, was barely around, so Quinn was forced to fend for herself.

"She's hopeless," Quinn said as she approached the piano, where Shelby was sitting, but she was not playing. Instead, she was going through a stack of papers that was resting on it.

"Oh, Quinn, nobody's hopeless," Shelby replied, giving a sympathetic look to the broken girl standing in front of her.

She then proceeded to give Quinn a long pep talk about how Shelby had lost herself the same way Quinn had after she gave up Rachel for adoption. And while Quinn smiled her first genuine smile in the past two years, this wasn't what she had come for, and she refused to be pitied anymore, to be forced to play the victim. "Can I see her?" Quinn asked. "I know Puck got to."

Shelby gave Quinn her sympathetic look once more. "I'm sorry, Quinn, but not yet."

"Can I at least see a picture?"

Shelby took her cell phone out from her purse, and, flipping it open, showed it to Quinn. There was a picture of Puck and Beth as Shelby's screen saver.

Quinn sniffled, trying to hold back the tears that were pricking her eyes. She turned and ran out the door, to her car, and all the way home.

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