AN: Though I didn't get many requests to continue this, the reviews it got were so sweet and I couldn't just leave it where it was. Like I said before, this is from Quinn's POV, and it will cover what happened to her and why she gave the baby up. I thank all of you that reviewed! You're the reason that I'm writing this chapter :) There's a lot of flashbacks, all in italics.

I feel inclined to warn you that Quinn is very different here than how she is on the show. So if you find yourself thinking "Quinn wouldn't do that!" I must remind you that this is for story purposes only.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee in any way, shape, or form.

Quinn sat on the park bench, enjoying the warm Georgia weather. She took in her surroundings, appreciating the beauty that is nature. The trees were bare, their leaves now coating the ground with their bright autumn colors. Her eyes finally landing on the blue-eyed, sandy-haired toddler, squealing as her father pushed her higher on the swing. She laughed at the sight and her husband caught her eye, waving at her with a wide grin on his face. She waved back and thought happily, I'm a lucky woman.

Life hadn't always been this good for her, though. When she'd first moved here from Lima, she was in a difficult place. Her parents had shipped her off to live with her Aunt and Uncle because "she was a disgrace", as her father had put it. Even though she'd given the baby to its father, they still wanted nothing to do with her. She agreed to the move, and left only two weeks after delivering the baby. It wasn't an easy choice, but it eventually ended up being the right one. It was hard leaving her family (even if they didn't want her), her friends (the Glee Club had become like another family to her) and most of all, her baby.

No, that's not right. She wasn't hers. Although she cared about the little girl growing inside of her, she quickly realized that she couldn't raise her. She considered giving her up for adoption, but knew that it wouldn't be right when Puck obviously loved her so much. So when the chubby-cheeked baby came into the world, she signed her right over to Puck. He squeezed her hand and whispered thank you, and she knew it was a good decision when he began silently crying as he held his daughter, telling her how much he loved her and leaving soft kisses on the top of her head. She didn't even know the baby's name. Puck was having a hard time coming up with one and asked for her input, but she told him to choose himself and not to tell her. It was easier if she didn't know.

Some people called her selfish for not taking responsibility for her own child, but Quinn knew that what she did was best for the baby. She didn't have to explain herself to anyone, but she did anyway, at least to the Glee Club.

They were all there. Well, everyone except Puck, who was getting his daughter settled at his house. They had already spoken a few weeks ago about her decision to give him the baby and worked everything out. Now, she stood in the middle of the choir room, 11 pairs of eyes (including Mr. Schuester) staring back at her. She took a few shaky breathes before beginning.

"By now, you've all heard that I have decided to give Puck our daughter and move to Georgia. It's true, and I wanted to explain to all of you why."

Everyone nodded and Rachel looked like she wanted to say something, but for once, refrained and simply nodded along with the rest of the group.

"I have made a lot of mistakes and bad decisions. I've hurt a lot of people, including myself. I know you've all forgiven my for how I've treated you in the past, and I thank you so much for all the support you've given me, but I want to go somewhere that I can start fresh, where the whole school isn't judging and looking down on me. I just can't stay here."

She stops here to calm herself before she bursts into hysterics.

"I know before, I said I wanted to keep her, but I think I was doing it more out of guilt than anything. I had gotten myself into this and I thought it would be wrong to try and run away from it. Then I realized," she began sobbing and couldn't bring herself to tell them that she realized she didn't want her baby. Santana and Brittany launched out of their seats and moved to either side of her. They hugged her until her sobs quieted, and when they separated, Rachel was standing in front of them.

"Quinn, if I may…" she trailed off. Quinn nodded and Rachel began speaking. "You don't have to be afraid to tell the truth. Maybe they're judging you out there," she gestured to the door, "but there's nothing but friends in here. And friends don't judge each other. Even if we don't agree or like your decision, I think I speak for everyone when I say we're here for you."

Everyone quickly voiced their agreement and Quinn smiled at Rachel, then pulled her into a hug. With renewed courage, Quinn continued with the three girls surrounding her.

"I don't want any of you to think of me as a bad person, but I can't raise that baby. I know it sounds wrong, but I don't love her like I should. She deserves the love that Puck is going to give her." She sniffled as she finished. "That's all I have to say on the matter. The last thing I ask of you is that you show Puck all the support you've shown to me, because he's going to need it."

Acting as spokesperson for the group, Rachel chimed in, "Don't worry Quinn, we'll all help however we can." Again, to the agreement of the group.

Finn was the first person to stand up and hug her, followed by the rest of them, until they were all squished into one big group hug, none of them with a dry eye.

That was the last time they'd all been together like that. She hadn't kept in touch with most of them. She still spoke to Brittany occasionally, and had spoken to Santana a few times over the years, but that was basically it. To make it easier on the baby, and herself, she broke off all contact with Puck.

But a few years after leaving, she got his number from Brittany and called Finn. They had a lengthy, overdue conversation, and both revealed things that went unsaid for a long time.

Quinn told him that one of the reasons she felt she couldn't keep the baby was because she couldn't look at her without feeling the pain of the betrayal that she committed with Puck. Having a reminder, everyday, of the pain she inflicted on the people she loved, was too much for her. Finn didn't hold it against her.

He told her that, at first, it was nearly impossible for him to even look at the little girl, but then he fell in love with her, and now, he's Uncle Finn. Quinn laughed and after a moment's hesitation, inquired after the baby she left behind. She used to not want to know, wasn't even sure if she still did, but her curiosity got the best of her.

"She looks like you," was the first thing he said.

Her breath caught in her throat. "Really?" she whispered.

"Yeah. She's got Puck's nose, but everything else is like you."

She tried to stop the tears from coming, but they fell down her face anyways. "What's her name?" Quinn asked, her voice not betraying the sadness she felt.

"Daisy."

"That's-that's a beautiful name," she said, her voice finally cracking.

"Are you okay Quinn?" Finn sounded worried.

"Yes. Yes, I'm fine." She cleared her throat. "How's Puck?"

Finn knew what she was doing, but went along with it anyways, "He's good. You should know, he's a really great dad."

Quinn smiled. "I always knew he would be."

She paused.

"Is he… still with Rachel?" No one saw it coming, but they got back together shortly after she and Puck decided they just weren't couple material. She was actually happy for them. Puck needed someone like Rachel, but she didn't think they'd last very long. Not with Puck having a kid and all.

"Uh, yeah, he is. Actually they uhm, Puck and Rachel, they…" Finn stuttered out. When he didn't finish a few seconds later, Quinn pressed him.

"What is it Finn?"

She heard him sigh on his end of the phone and cautiously replied, "Puck and Rachel are raising Daisy together."

Quinn gasped in complete shock, hardly believing her ears. "What?"

Finn could tell she was surprised and figured he should probably tell her what he knew, even if the truth hurt. "They told everyone at the beginning of junior year. We all thought they were nuts, and nobody took them seriously, but then Rachel legally adopted Daisy and things got really crazy. Both their parents were furious. Her father's even threatened to disown her and Puck's mom would repeatedly beg Puck to think about what he was doing to Rachel's future. I don't know how, but they worked things out with them and eventually got their blessing. They moved in together after graduation." He waited a moment and added, "I'm sorry, Quinn."

Quinn was having a hard time absorbing all this information. And even though she'd given up the rights to her daughter, she still felt a streak of jealousy knowing that Rachel was raising her. Still, if she had to choose anyone that could do the job right, she would pick Rachel.

"Don't apologize, Finn. I'm glad they're together and that she has a mother," she said softly. Finn tried to comfort her further, but she told him she didn't want to talk about it anymore and they left it at that.

When she finally hung up the phone, she couldn't help but wonder if it was merely a coincidence that the first flowers she had gotten after giving birth were from Rachel; a big bouquet of yellow, white, and red daisies.

She was upset for a while after that, but then remembered that she didn't want to be her mother, so why should she be mad if Rachel wanted to be? At least Daisy now had a mother.

She didn't talk to Finn at all since then, so she didn't know what ever happened between Puck and Rachel. Not until six years ago when, for the first time, she began regretting her decision. She had a ten year old daughter out there in the world, and she'd never even spoken to her. So she packed a bag and went back to Lima for the first time since she was sixteen. She didn't even know if they were still there, but she hoped they were.

Driving through town, she felt nostalgic of the place she left so long ago. She wondered why they had all been so hell bent on getting out of here. Now that she was older, she realized Lima wasn't as bad as they made it out to be.

She pulled up to the post office, hoping her plan would work. Once inside, she picked the sweetest looking of the ladies working at the counter and walked up to her.

"Hello, how may I help you?" the woman smiled.

"Hi, Peg, is it?" she asked, reading her name tag, "My name's Quinn Fabray, I used to live around here but I moved a long time ago. I came back hoping to reconnect with some of my old friends, but I don't have their numbers. Do you think you could tell me if they're still here?"

Peg obviously hadn't lived here very long, because her parents were pretty well-known in the area (and she too, thanks to the whole teenage pregnancy thing) but she didn't seem to recognize the name. Nonetheless, she smiled again and replied, "I sure can! What's the name?"

"Noah Puckerman."

Peg brightened at the name. "Oh yes, I know the Puckerman's! Noah was in here the other day, picking up some change of address cards! They just moved into the Anderson's old place. Do you know it?"

"Yes, I do, actually," she answered. "Thank you for your help." She smiled warmly at her.

"You're welcome, dear."

Quinn got back into the rental car, confused. The Anderson place? But that house was only a few streets away from her old house. She'd been there many times before. Meg Anderson was in the Cheerio's. They'd had sleepovers and pool parties there. Why would Puck need such a big house? And he can afford a place like that?

She parks on the street in front of the house and tries to get the nerve to actually get out of the car. After five minutes of talking herself into it, she finally steps onto the pavement. The hot summer weather hits her as soon as she closes the door and she takes a second to pull her hair up into a ponytail. She hears music and noise coming from the back yard and only then finally notices the cars that are lined up down the street. She remembers what the Peg woman said earlier, "they just moved in…" Which means they're probably having a house-warming party.

She almost turns around because she didn't want to do this in front of a crowd, but then she hears a delighted shriek of "Daaaddy!" and she just knows that it's her.

Determined, she marches up to the back gate and peaks over. The backyard is full of people. Some she recognizes, some she doesn't. Almost half of the Glee Club is there; Finn, Tina, Artie, Mike, Matt, Mr. Schuester and Ms. Pillsbury (though she's pretty sure it's Mrs. Schuester now by the ring on her finger and the way Mr. Schue has his arm around her.) She notices that Rachel is absent.

Puck is holding a beer, talking to Finn, Mike and Matt. He looks great, she has to admit. He's in fantastic shape, his hair is grown out, and he looks more mature, but it's more than that. He looks so… happy. She can't ever think of a time (other than when his daughter was born) that he looked like that.

There's a lot of kids running around and playing in the pool, but she knows which one is Daisy instantly. She's on top of the diving board, flicking the hair that fell out of her braid out of her face.

'She does look like me,' Quinn thinks as her heart stops. Her hair is the exact same color, her lips the same shape. She can even see the dazzling green eyes from here.

"DADDY!" she screams again. Puck looks over at her and she commands, "Watch me!"

"I'm watching, Dais," he shouts. She watches him suspiciously for a moment then turns back around, jumps a few times on the board, and dive bombs into the pool, sending water everywhere. Puck laughs wildly and Daisy pops up from the water, turning to him with a smile.

"Was it good?" she asks excitedly.

"It was awesome!" he assures her. She seems happy with his answer and continues swimming over to a group of girls waiting for her. Quinn keeps an eye on her and is close to walking through the fence door when Puck yells, "Rachel, what the hell do you think you're doing?" and her head snaps up in attention.

Puck is glaring at the back door to the house and she follows his gaze, her eyes landing on a very pregnant Rachel Berry, carrying a tray of food. She's prettier than she remembers. Maybe it's because she's a woman now, or because she's got that pregnancy glow. 'Or maybe it's because she's happy too,' a little voice whispers in the back of her mind.

"Noah, I was just-" Rachel starts, but Puck is already striding over to her, and cuts her off.

"You were just nothing, woman! You're supposed to be sitting down and taking it easy!" He shakes his head and takes the tray from her, setting it down on a table as he escorts her to one of the long tanning chairs in the shade.

"I just wanted to do help Noah!" Rachel huffs, "All I do is sit around and take it easy!"

"Rachel, you're pregnant with twins and about to burst any moment. Even the doctor has told you, several times, that you need to stop exerting yourself and relax. You have plenty of time after the boys are born to carry trays of pizza rolls. But for now, sit your stubborn ass down in this chair and don't move. If I see you up one more time, I swear I'll tell everyone to go home so you can go inside and rest," he warned seriously.

Rachel crossed her arms over her chest (as much as she could with her belly in the way) and sulked. Puck rolled his eyes and called over to his daughter. "Daisy! Would you please tell your mother to chill the hell out and let everyone else take care of things?"

Daisy sighed knowingly and walked, dripping wet, over to Rachel. "Mom, dad's right. We love you, and we know that you just want to feel like you're contributing, but the doctor said to take it easy. This party is amazing and everyone's having fun, so take dad's advice and chill out!"

In true Rachel diva fashion, Daisy stuck her hand on her hip and waited for a response. Rachel broke out into a smile and laughed, "Okay, okay. I promise, I'll sit back and enjoy the party. No more helping."

Daisy smiled back and kissed her, skipping away with a pleased look on her face.

"How does she do that?" Puck asked disbelievingly. Rachel laughed at him. "She has a gift."

He rolled his eyes again, but was smiling this time. He leaned down and kissed her as their friends "awwed" and whistled.

Quinn watched the whole scene unfold, a sweetness tugging at her heart. She took one last look at Daisy, burning the image of the smiling little girl into her brain, before turning around and leaving.

It was plain to see that she was happy. Puck and Rachel provided a loving family for her and she was lucky to have them as parents. If she had walked into that party, it would've upturned all their lives, and she didn't want to do that to them. They didn't deserve to have their family disturbed just because she started feeling remorseful about walking away. Clearly, Daisy was in capable hands.

She came back to Georgia and ended up meeting her now-husband, Tom, at the airport. He had just seen his mother off and was heading back to the parking lot when she bumped into him, dropping her bag onto the floor. They both apologized profusely, and laughed. He picked her bag up and offered to walk her to her car, which she accepted. And that, they say, is history.

Two years later, they're married. He knows all about her past, even the beautiful twelve year old back in Lima, and he still says I do. He's a wonderful man, and she's never loved anything more in her life.

Not until two more years later, when she brings another baby girl into the world. One that doesn't look hardly anything like her. But she loves her with every inch of her soul, and she finally really knows that it was right to give Daisy to Puck. Because now she knows what it should feel like when you have a baby. There's nothing on this earth that she wants more than to love, support, and care for this child, the way she never wanted to with Daisy. It makes her feel like a horrible person for a long time.

Then she remembers the day she spied on the Puckerman family in the backyard of their new home. God works in mysterious ways. She believes it. And she honestly believes that she was never meant to be Daisy's mother. Rachel was.

She doesn't know how long she's sitting there until a tiny hand is tugging at the bottom of her dress. She picks up her daughter and sets her in her lap, kissing her pink cheeks.

"Ready to go?" Tom asks, trying to stuff the diaper bag back into the stroller.

She giggles at him and answers, "Yes, I'm ready."

Quinn stands up and tries to put her in the stroller. "Nooo!" she cries, kicking her legs.

"Do you want Mommy to carry you?"

"No."

"So you want to walk?"

"Yes!"

She laughs and sets her on the ground, taking her hand as Tom pushes the stroller ahead of them. They're almost out of the park when she lets go of her hand and runs off.

"Rose!" Quinn yells to her. Of course, she's ignored. "Rose!" she tries again. But she's not paying attention.

Quinn decided she liked Puck's way of thinking. She'll give you one guess as to what flowers her husband showed up with at the hospital.

She takes a step to go retrieve the girl, when she suddenly turns around and runs back to her mom. She holds up a few flowers and squeaks, "Pretty!"

Quinn plucks them from her fingers and smiles fondly at her daughter, who runs off again to walk with her dad.

She gazes at the five flowers in her hand, picks up the sweet little daisy and places it in her hair.

AN: I don't know what's up with all the flower references lol

I really hope you guys liked this. It was a joy to write. But GR! Now I want to know what it'd be like if Quinn and Daisy met! Uh… three-shot? xD

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