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Quinn sauntered into her apartment that night. She was so worn out. Mostly from trying to keep up with Beth when they walked anywhere, but the day had just been so emotionally draining. She sat and watched Beth as she did her homework until the girl finally told her to do a few household chores.

"But you have a maid to do those things."

"She doesn't do anything right. You could probably do better than her," Beth stated without looking up from her school work.

"But…I'm supposed to be watching over you."

"Does it look like I need you to right now?"

She really didn't like being treated like this. But if she didn't do what Beth asked, she would probably get her fired, and she would lose all hope of ever getting to know her. Although, she really didn't like the girl she'd become right now. She had cried a little as she placed the dishes in the cupboards. This wasn't what she wanted. She wanted Beth to love and accept her; To at least want to be friends if she couldn't know the truth. The girl wanted nothing to do with her.

"What are you doing? What are those?" Quinn asked frantically as she snatched the bottle from Beth's hands.

"Advil," the eight year old said in a matter-of-fact way.

"What would you possibly need Advil for? You're eight!"

"Eight and three quarters. And I take them all the time! Your sloppy timing today gave me a migraine!" she reached up for the bottle, but Quinn held it high.

"No. You're not taking these. I'm not letting you."

Beth shot her the nastiest glare. If looks could kill, Quinn would be six feet under in seconds.

"I can make you some tea. That usually helps me."

"Whatever," the girl spun around to go back to her stretches.

Sighing, Quinn carried the bottle to the kitchen where she started making tea for two.

She lay on the sofa and draped an arm over her face. Things had to change. No more doing chores that weren't part of her job. No more taking orders. No more being treated like shit by an eight year old. Even if Beth didn't know that she was her mother, she needed to treat her elders with respect.

With her recital coming up so soon, Beth had told her that she had to go down to the studio every evening for private lessons with her instructor. So it would be the same routine for a while. However, tomorrow was Saturday. Meaning Quinn got to do whatever she wanted with the girl. Maybe a shopping trip would be in order.

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She arrived at Shelby's apartment promptly at eight in the morning. According to Beth's schedule, she should be up and showered by now. Letting herself in with her copy of the key, she took a deep breath and walked down the hall to Beth's room. Shoes still on.

"Morning," Quinn said softly as she stepped in.

Beth glanced over from her ballet bar, scowling a little, "Take. Your shoes. Off."

Quinn put on a brave face and held her chin higher. "No. Get dressed, we're going to do some shopping in Times Square."

"I'm not going anywhere today," the smaller blonde said flatly as she continued with her plies, "Especially not with you."

"Oh, yes you are," Quinn smirked, "We're going to get you something fun to wear."

"Fun?" Beth raised an eyebrow. Something she got from both her parents.

"Yep. Maybe some jeans or a funky skirt."

Rolling her eyes, Beth went back to her plies without a word.

Quinn huffed and walked over to the stereo, turning it off. Mozart and Beethoven were practically blaring. For a girl who didn't like to have fun, she sure kept her music loud. "Maybe we'll get you some CD's too. You need some new music. How do you even listen to this stuff?"

"Beethoven is one of the founders of music. I prefer him over Hannah Dakota or whatever the dumb girls at school like."

"Montana," Quinn corrected her. Wow, this girl really needed to relax and learn to act her age.

Going over to the closet, Quinn was amazed at how many clothes this girl had. They were mostly dresses. But there were a few pairs of slacks and some blouses. It was so organized, she was almost afraid to touch any of it. Pulling out a pair of peach capri pants and a yellow short sleeved blouse, Quinn tossed them onto the perfectly made bed.

"Hey!" Beth's voice echoed against the walls. She was clearly angry that Quinn carelessly threw her clothes around, but she had no right just going through her closet and taking things out.

"Put'em on, kiddo. We're going whether you like it or not. And you can either go in that leotard, or you can wear what I picked out for you."

Beth practically stomped over to the bed and picked up the clothes, giving Quinn another death glare before going to change in the bathroom.

"These don't match" she mumbled when she came out in the outfit.

"Put on some white shoes and a peach headband and it'll look cute," Quinn shrugged.

Beth sighed and brushed her hair out of the tight bun she had it in. She had a collection of headbands that she never wore. They looked like something that a five year old would wear in their hair. Quinn had a similar one on, which only made her despise it more.

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After hailing a cab, Quinn and Beth walked through the busy sidewalks of Times Square. It took a lot of convincing, but Quinn got Beth to hold her hand. Partially for the little girl's own safety, but also because it was her way of getting some physical contact from her. The farther into the crowds they got, Beth held tighter to Quinn's hand. Quinn held her slack hand tightly anyways, but it made her feel more secure knowing that they both had a good grip.

"This place is filthy," Beth winced as they passed a homeless man sitting on the side of the littered road.

Quinn rolled her eyes and kept walking towards the Justice store a few hundred feet away, "It's fine. I have hand sanitizer." She pulled open the door to the colorful store, letting Beth look around, "So…whatdya think? See anything you like?"

Beth glared around wide eyed, seemingly disgusted and appalled at the same time. She gave Quinn a firm "No" before turning to walk out.

"No no no, come on, missy," Quinn grabbed her arm and spun her back around, "We're going to pick something out for you. There's gotta be something in here you like."

The little girl shook her head incessantly and Quinn sighed, dragging her forward.

"What about this?" she held up a graphic t-shirt with a ballerina on it.

"No way."

"Come on! It's cute! And you love ballet."

"But look at it! It's an awfully drawn cartoon ballerina. She's not even in a correct stance! And don't get me started on the letters," she pointed to the bright, glittery bubble letters that said "Luvs 2 Dance".

"Fine," Quinn put the shirt back, "Why don't we start with bottoms and work our way up? Let's go look at some jeans."

Beth slumped down and followed her to the next section.

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"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Quinn asked as they walked out of the store with a few bags.

"That was awful. Why would anyone wear those things?"

"Because they're cute! I love what we found!"

After an hour of browsing the store, Quinn managed to get Beth to try on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. They ended up buying both. And as a congratulations for being such a good sport, Quinn decided to let Beth get a dress and a nice cardigan.

As the two walked hand in hand down the road towards the pizza place that Quinn loved, the elder blonde glanced down at her daughter, seeing the slightly disturbed look on her face.

"I saw you in the store when those girls came in with their friends." Beth said nothing. "Why'd you look so sad?"

"I wasn't sad. I was annoyed. Those girls were loud and obnoxious, and were making the entire experience even worse."

After a few moments of silence, Quinn spoke again. "Who's your best friend, B?"

Nothing.

"Don't you have a best friend? Or any friends?"

Beth looked away, trying to avoid it.

"Beth?"

"No! Okay? I don't!"

"Why not? You go to an all girls school. There's gotta be someone there you're friends with."

"Those girls are all pathetic."

"What about the girls in your dance class?"

"Same thing. They're not worthy of my time and attention. I'm there to dance. Not to make friends."

Quinn glanced down at the smaller girl incredulously. She had no friends at all?

"How about some weekend, we invite some of the girls from dance class over for a slumber party? We can watch movies, and dance around, do some makeovers, it'll be fun! I used to do it all the time."

Beth hesitated a little, wincing in the bright sunlight, "No…Where are we going?"

Quinn sighed and looked forward, "There's this little pizzeria up ahead. You like pizza, right?"

The small blonde shrugged, "Never had it before."

"How is that possible? Everyone has tried pizza at least once."

"I'll bloat up like a whale if I eat it. I can't gain weight or I won't be as agile for ballet."

Quinn was about to tell Beth that she actually had eaten pizza before. A long time ago when Shelby allowed them to babysit.

"Puck! Don't give her that!"

"Why? It's just a little piece. I blew on it and everything."

"She's not even two yet! She needs to eat her food, not yours."

"One piece won't hurt her," Puck fed the baby a small piece of the Pizza Hut pizza they had gotten delivered, watching as she chewed. Beth's eyes widened happily as she made happy, satisfied noises. "See? She likes it."

Smiling a little at the memory, Quinn was snapped back to reality by the feeling of Beth tugging on her arm.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Nothing, I'm just…really excited to eat. I'm starving."

"Freak."

"Hey," Quinn halted to a stop and bent down to Beth's level, "Stop calling me names. Okay? That hurts my feelings. So stop."

Beth glared at her again, as if trying to stare her down. But Quinn couldn't detect the emotions in her eyes. She looked angry…but there was something else there.

"Now let's go. You're trying the pizza, by the way."