Hiya! I'm reallly sorry that I haven't been updating as fast as some people would like, but I have to say it again, I am busy. I am trying to find the time to update, especially this story. This is probably my fave story of mine, so if I haven't been updating this one fast enough, that means my other ones haven't been getting a lot of attention.

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Chapter 4

Previously:

Quinn only had olive colored eyes whenever Beth spoke of her father. But the thing is, Beth wasn't talking about her father at the moment.

Wait.

Maybe she was talking to her father.

Dad.

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Beth felt tears in her eyes. She couldn't help it. The evidence was there. Seeing her own eyes staring back at her, feeling comfortable and happy in Puck's presence, Quinn's eyes turning that dangerous shade of olive green - they were all signs that Beth so desperately wanted to see.

She didn't realized it, but she was smiling. To be more precise, she was smiling like an idiot. The other two adults in the room turned to look at her with questioning eyes. When Beth met her mother's eyes, she surprisingly wasn't shocked to see that her eyes were still dark.

Before Beth could stop herself, the smile disappeared from her face,she turned to look at her mother, and blurted out, "Mom, what aren't you telling me?"

Both Quinn and Puck looked stunned to hear these words come out of Beth's mouth. Having just met Beth, Puck didn't know what to expect, but he certainly didn't expect this. Quinn, having raised her daughter by herself for the past fourteen years, was frozen with shock. How had she figured out?

Quinn took a deep breath before she spoke again. "Beth, will you come outside in the hallway for a second? I have to talk to you." Beth didn't notice it, but Quinn shot a quick glare in Puck's direction before looking her daughter in the eye.

Beth nodded, not trusting herself to speak again. She knew that if she said anything else, she could quite possibly end up smacking herself in the face for saying something stupid. Quinn quickly walked out of the room, and Beth followed her reluctantly. She wanted to stay with Puck. She didn't know for sure if he was her father, but even if he wasn't, Beth knew that there was something about him that was very fatherly.

Quinn led Beth down the hallway, and into a guest room on the same floor. She quietly shut the door behind Beth, and pressed her back against it, with her eyes closed. She inhaled deeply, and opened her eyes.

"Beth-"

Before Quinn could say anything else, Beth had cut her off.

"Mom? Tell me now. Is Puck my father? Yes or no?" Beth said this in a voice that told Quinn that she needed to know.

"Beth, I need to know before I tell you anything. What makes you think that Noah is your father?" Quinn fixed her with an intense stare. If it wasn't for the tone of her voice, which was genuinely curious, Beth would have taken it as 'why would you think that Noah's your father? Are you stupid?'

"Mom, I have his eyes, I feel comfortable and happy with him, and- and, I noticed something that you did, mom. Your eyes got darker when I was speaking to him. That only happens when I talk about dad, but I wasn't talking about him. Mom, please, please tell me. I need to know."

"Beth," Quinn said slowly, as if she was coming up with this on the spot. "What makes a father? In your opinion. What is a father?"

Beth sighed. This wasn't going the way she wanted, but still, she was getting her mother to talk about a subject that was formerly off-limits. "A father is someone that loves their child unconditionally. Someone that will do anything to ensure their child's safety and happiness. Someone that can make them feel better when they are hurt, that can soothe them to sleep even after five cups of coffee, someone that- that just cares. Mom, I want my father. I don't want just anyone. I want my father. My dad. Please tell me."

Quinn knew that she couldn't avoid this subject for much longer. But before she could respond, she heard the doorbell ring.

It was silent for a moment. Quinn didn't leave the room to answer the door. It rang a second time, and a third. Both Quinn and Beth heard footsteps echo down the hall, and the heard the soft clicking noise of the door opening.

Quinn gasped when she heard the sound of the newcomer.

"Puck? What are you doing here?"