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We Learn and Teach

Mike's POV

As you all know, Beth is Puck and Quinn's unwanted child. As Shelby (Rachel's birth mom) adopted her, she chose me to be her godfather. Why did she choose me? I didn't really know, but I love Beth. She's lovely.

Well, after that day, I never really met her. Shelby took her to New York and I rarely heard some news from them. Shelby sometimes sent me the pictures of Beth, which I still keep in my phone. Everything went great until something bad happened.

Shelby was driving home after coaching Vocal Adrenaline. She was really tired and unfocused. Then she crashed her car to a big tree on the sideway, sadly, there was no one on that street that night. The police found her in the next morning, lifeless.

Beth was three years old when the accident happened. So, as her godfather, I'm fully responsible for her life. I flew to New York as fast as I could. When I arrived, Beth was already taken to the police office.

"Is she okay?" I shouted from the entrance door as I looked Beth in a woman's hug.

"Shh…" She said.

I ran to her and took Beth to my own hug. Beth was sleeping. Her face looked so lovely and peaceful. Happy that she was okay, I took her and walked to the police officer.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Uhm.. The woman crashed her car into a tree on the sideway in the night. We guess that she was tired and sleepy." The police officer replied.

"How is she?" I said.

"We're really sorry mister…" He stopped. I realized that he didn't know my name yet.

"Chang. Mr. Chang." I said.

"We're really sorry Mr. Chang. She passed away in the accident." He continued.

"Oh no." I said.

"Excuse me, Mr. Chang. Who are you exactly? Are you related to the victim?" The police officer asked me.

"I'm her daughter's godfather." I replied.

"Well, than we don't need to find this girl a new home, do we?" He asked.

"Nope, absolutely not. I'm taking her with me." I stated.

"Sure... You could take her home after filling the document." He said. He handed me the piece of paper and I filled it down.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Chang." He said.

"Thank you for yours too." I thanked him too. By that, I went home with Beth in my arms.

Beth's POV

It's has been six years after the accident that killed my mom. At least that's what Daddy Mike told me so. I never really knew my mom. She passed away when I was three. Daddy said that I'm not actually her daughter. She's Rachel's (yeah, Rachel Berry, that Broadway star) birth mom. Daddy also told me that my real mom is Quinn Fabray and my dad is Noah Puckerman. (Daddy said that Quinn is a very beautiful girl while Puck is a screen writer and own a pool cleaning company in Los Angeles)

To be honest, I don't really care about them. Daddy Mike is a perfect father that I child could ask for. He's very gentle and wise, he's also patient. Daddy taught me how to dance. Ballet, hip-hop, salsa? My dad could do all of them. Daddy even encouraged me to take the dance course. One last thing, my dad is a profesional dancer.

"Daddy!" I greeted him as I went home from school.

"Yes, sweetheart?" I heard Dad's voice from his dance studio.

I ran into the studio and found my Daddy was dancing by himself.

"Ms. Chang give me an assignment, and I couldn't do it without your help." I said.

"Ms. Chang?" He asked back.

"Ms. Chang is my teacher. Do you want to help me?" I explained to him.

"How can I help you?" He stopped dancing and walking towards me. Then he sat on the floor in front of me and gave me a signal to sit next to him.

"Ms. Chang said for the celebration of Thanksgiving, we have to perform something in front of the class." I started.

"So..." Daddy interrupted me.

"Daddy, I'm not finish... We have to perform something with a family member. As I only have you, so i have to ask you to do this." I continued.

"Thanksgiving? I think I could do it with you. What do you want to perform?" Daddy asked me.

"Yeay! Thank you Daddy! I think I'm going to perform ballet. What do you think?" I stood up and hugged Daddy Mike.

"That's a great idea. Do you want to start choreographing it?" Daddy asked.

"No, not now. I'm hungry." I said.

"Daddy too.. Let's go to the kitchen and find something to eat." Daddy replied.

"Sure. Piggy back?" I asked him.

"Ow.. You're really childish." He said.

I pouted at him Then he said, "Fine."