I woke up in a white room. I looked around, confused, not sure where I was or how I got there.

"Hello?" I called, and then I noticed Finn, looking grim, sitting in a chair beside the stark white bed I was laying in. In fact, everything was white, and I realized I must be in a hospital. I felt a burning sensation. I looked down, seeing that my abdomen was tainted with big, ugly burns and cuts, scrapes. "What am I doing here?" I asked Quinn, and he turned to me in shock.

"Thank God!" he said, and then he jumped up, running out into the hall. "Doctor, she's alive!" Finn called. A doctor and three nurses hurried into my room. They set about taking my vitals.

"What am I doing here?" I asked him. He shifted his eyes.

"Thank God you're alive, you've been unconscious for three days. We thought you weren't going to make it!"

"Why was I unconscious?" I asked.

"Because you were in a car accident..."

"Oh my God!" I whispered as the memories came back, of the flames licking playfully at my body, glass shattering and causing big cuts on my body, and blood, so much blood... and then I remembered who had been in the car with me.

"How's Beth?" I asked, and Finn looked away from me. "Answer me!" I shouted, smacking the blanket. "Where's Beth?"

"Quinn, she didn't make it." I shook at the prospect of life without Beth. I had given up everything for my daughter. I didn't even know how to live a normal life anymore that didn't revolve around raising my daughter, loving her and taking care of her, making sure she didn't make the same mistakes I did!

"Why?" I whispered.

"Because," Finn said. "Her burns were even worse than yours, and since she's much tinier than you, they couldn't stop the blood flow fast enough to save her."

"I'm a horrible mom!" I whispered, shaking my head. "I should've given her to Shelby all those years ago. I mean, sure I would have been depressed and miserable for the rest of my life, but at least Beth would've been happy. I'm a horrible person, I deserved to die, not Beth! If I had just given her to Shelby, she would still be alive!"

"Quinn, no, don't you think that. You were a wonderful mother, and it wasn't your fault. You know who's fault it was? It was the idiot who went and got drunk, and then decided to drive, putting a whole bunch of people's lives at risk!"

"My daughter..." I shook my head, tears pricking my eyes.

"Quinn?" I looked up, because the voice I heard wasn't Finn's. This one was soft and feminine, one I hadn't heard since my sophomore year of high school.

"Brittany?" I gasped in surprise. Brittany was standing in the doorway, wearing a pretty maternity dress. Her blond hair flowed down her back, and she looked to be at least seven months pregnant. Standing beside her was Santana. Santana's jet black hair was tied in a loose ponytail, and she was wearing a nice pantsuit, but a fashionable one, not like something Rachel would wear.

"I'm so sorry, Quinn!" Brittany exclaimed, rushing over to the bed. She plopped on it, hugging me. Santana rushed over, hugging me too, along with her wife.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked.

"Oh, I met them while I was in the waiting room," Finn told me. "They were here because Brittany had an OB/GYN appointment."

"And we got in touch with a few others," Santana said. The door opened and in spilled Tina, Artie, Rachel, and Puck. "We've stayed in touch with them over the years."

"But I thought you guys all moved... to big cities?" I gasped.

"We did," Tina replied. "For college. But we all came back to settle down and start families."

"Oh." I looked down. "Look... I'm really happy to have you guys here, but can you please just... go? I mean, I'm really willing to see all of you again, but..."

"We completely understand, Quinn." Artie nodded. "Your daughter just died, we know you'll probably need some time alone."

I curled into a ball as they all left, wondering if I would ever be happy again.

After a few weeks, when I was finally cleared from the hospital, I set up a funeral, with Finn's help, of course. It was very small, since I was dirt poor and about to be evicted from my home, but I invited Brittany, Santana, Artie, Rachel, Puck, and Tina, and, of course, Finn. It turns out Puck and Rachel were married with a son, Johnny, and Artie and Tina were married with a son, Erik, and, of course, Brittany and Santana were married with one on the way. Of course, when I knew these people in high school I was the only one with a child while they all had none (of course), and now the tables had turned and they all had one except for me.

The funeral was very simple, just me and my old friends watching as my daughter's body was lowered into the ground, and after the priest said a prayer over the coffin and we sang a hymn, I stepped forward. "Beth, I love you." Tears spilled out of my eyes. "I gave up everything for you, Bethie. I was the beautiful blond captain of the Cheerios, the girl that every guy wanted to date and every girl wanted to be best friends with. And then... I made a mistake. I slept with my boyfriend's best friend Puck, and that's how you were created. I mean, you weren't a mistake... but lying about your existence and the truth about your paternity was. I was an outcast... especially when people found out Finn wasn't the father, but it was all right, as long as I still had you. I love you Beth, and you're gone because God wanted you back. I should have known God would want an angel as perfect as you back as soon as possible, and I really believe that you're an angel. I'm sure that you're flying somewhere in the sky right now, watching down on me, and I'm sure you're sad that I'm sad that you're gone, since we're going to meet again someday, so I'll try not to be sad anymore, but it's going to be very hard, since I love you so much. Now you're gone... but your memory isn't. Bethie, I'll carry on your memory forever, and you can be darn sure that I'll never forget you. Rest in peace, sweetheart. Goodbye."

"You alright?" Finn asked me after we watched the coffin being lowered into the ground and dirt being poured over it.

"I don't know what to do..."

"Quinn, with time you'll be fine. I know you will."

"It's not that, Finn. I mean, sure, I am mourning Beth's death, but... I'm this close to being thrown out of my house, because I can't pay the mortgage. I'm out of food and my power was shut off last night. I don't have anywhere to go, and I should be glad Beth's in a better place now, since I wouldn't want her to have to suffer living homeless on the streets or in a homeless shelter, but... Beth was the fuel that kept me going, the reason I dragged myself out of bed in the morning, and now that she's gone, I don't think life has a point anymore."

"Quinn, you can move in with me."

"Really?"

"Yes. I love you, and besides... I know someday we'll get married and have kids."

"Yeah," Quinn said, even though she never wanted to have a child again. She didn't want to forget Beth's memory.