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Chapter 3: Touch

I watched my only child run out the music room, in sopping wet tears.

Quinn had motherly creases cross over her forehead. "Beth..." She runs after her.

I watched the only girl I ever loved run out to console her.

But my sadness soon converted into anger as I turned to face Mr Schuester. "You did this on purpose..." I said through gritted teeth.

"Now, Puck...I'm sorry, but I just thought..."

"YOU THOUGHT! Mr Schuester, all due respect, but what have you done, you just broke Beth! She was supposed to be happy not knowing that she was a result of a badass bad boy knocking up his best friends pretty faced honour student cheerio girlfriend, she was happy not knowing that she's not Shelby's biological daughter, she was happy not knowing that her mother didn't want to keep her!"

He stood there silent for a moment, "You always wanted to keep her, Puck."

"Not like this, man! If I wanted us to reunite, I'd never plan it like this!"

"Excuse me, I wouldn't want to butt in, but does this mean Bethany Corcoran is a bastard?" the nosy Filipino asks.

"No!" I shout.

"Well, if you think about it, she is...she is an unwanted illegitimate child...and this is going to break her rep, since she is in the celibacy club..."

"Joan, will you and the rest please, just, be dismissed?" Will asks Joan.

Joan smiles slyly, "Ofcourse, Mr Schue..."

"That girl is just like Rachel Berry..." he shakes his head.

"Mr Schue! Do you realize you just got us into a funk!"

"Puck, I'm very sorry, and here we are arguing like children, when you are a 31 year old."

"Whether I'm 16 or 31, doesn't matter! How could you Mr Schuester! What is going to come of this?"

I storm out the room, with my guitar slung over my shoulder.

I see Quinn approach, her eyes misted with tears of anger and angst.

"What have I done..." She cries. "My very own daughter, I shoved her away for 15 years, and there we were face to face and she slapped me!"

"She slapped you?"

"She slapped me! Puck, she slapped me!"

Beth walked towards us, "I...needed my mom!"

Quinn bowed her head in either shame, or she was praying.

As soon as Beth walked away, Quinn looked up again.

"Do you think she hates us?" She sniffs.

"I don't know." I say monotonously.

"She has a mom, she has Shelby, right? We didn't abandon her, I gave her to Shelby. Shelby's her mom now, why would she want us back in her life?"

"Because she's our only child."

"She has Shelby, I'm not her mom! I'm her mother, but I'm not her mom! I have a life now, I'm getting married, I can't be held back in the past! I can't! I can't!" Quinn cries. I felt ache when I heard the word "married"."I just can't, I can't! I have a new life now! I'm not that teenage girl anymore, I'm not!"

I felt Quinn's pain, I'm just not showing emotion. I'm used to it by now, I've felt like this ever since the moment Quinn answered "No." When I asked if she's going to keep Beth.

"It's funny, because...I...I always think, I've always thought that if I become a paediatrician, I wouldn't have to be emotional anymore...the emotions bottled inside would numb, because I'd witness it happen in other teenage girls lives day in day out...and my emotions would grow bored of the plotline." She sobbed. "But the truth always hurts..."

I had no response to that.

"I've imagined myself in waiting in front of the golden gates, St. Peter standing there, telling me I'm in pending. He'll send me to purgatory...or even worse...he'll send me to...the devil's dwelling, the tree that bear the fruits of sin...where an eternal flame will last...why? Because I abandoned my child! I took no responsibility! I...I dishonoured my family! I lied to my fiancé!" She cries. "Who am I to call myself a Christian, a believer, because I've committed 8 of the 7 deadly sins!" Quinn's endless rabble of religious sob carries on and she walks out the building in tears.

"Quinn..."

She turns around.

" I'm sorry."

Her eyes twinkle. "Me too."

Beth

Today's events replayed in my head, over and over again as I arrived home.

As soon as I got home I burst into tears.

"Beth, whats wrong?" My so-called mom asks me. She's drinking water.

"LIES!" I shout.

"Beth, are you feeling okay..."

"I met Quinn Fabray and Noah Puckerman today." I say, tears pouring like a river.

She drops her glass of water and I watch it crash and all the tiny pieces explode on the tile...

Just like my heart.

"Beth..."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted us to be a proper family..."

"You call THIS a proper family?" I cry out, I rip the messianic necklace off my neck and run upstairs.

"Beth, can we at least talk about this?"

"No, Shelby!"

Quinn

"Quinnie!" Ted gives me a hug. "Hows my angel sent from above?"

"I'm feeling really tired, Ted." I sigh as I enter my apartment.

"Rough day at work?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"I bet a nice prayer session will get rid of the nerves, Quinnie."

I smile, "Of course."

Ted was blonde, like me with porcelain skin and blue-green eyes, he was clean shaven and had a digital rosary and bible app on his cell phone.

I was lying to him, everyday. Every day, I told him I, you know, still kept my vow, but everyone except him knows the real story. I just was too scared to let him know, and what difference would it make, I mean, we were getting married soon enough.

While we were praying the rosary, I couldn't help but think about Beth the whole time. The hurt in her eyes, those hazel eyes that constantly reminded me of Puck, the way she spoke when she said she needed her mom, exactly the same way I did, the night I announced my pregnancy to my parents... and she was in a cheerio's uniform, and reminded me of myself at that age.

If I had kept her, her name would've been Beth Fabray-Puckerman...but her life took a whole different course. She wouldn't be Jewish-Christian, she would be a devout Celibical Catholic like me, or maybe even a Jew like her dad... maybe being a Jewish-Christian is the best religion path for her.

"Quinnie, what's distracting you?" Ted asked me.

"Nothing."

He gave me a sceptical look.

"Just an encounter with an old flame at work."

"What happened?"

"We just were so alike, yet...so different."

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