You all are the sweetest reviewers, thank you all so much! Anyways, I had written Quinn's husband as just some random guy, but I decided why not use a known character? We'll be finding out about his identity in the next chapter, so keep reading and reviewing! I hope you all enjoy!

Mr. Schue and Emma had been cracking Quinn up all night. Mr. Schue had been filling her in on the new "talent" in glee club and how Coach Sylvester was still up to her old ways, while Emma sat beside him trying unsuccessfully to get their two year old son Sawyer to eat.

"So I'm back stage and I hear this humungous bang! I run out to see what's going on and there I find New Directions, smothered by the background and tangled in the curtains." The table roared with laughter, causing little Sawyer to cry out.

"Aw I'm sorry sweetheart, did we scare baby Sawyer?," Emma cooed as she wiped gravy from his mouth.

"He looks identical to you Mr. Schue, its uncanny.," Quinn commented. The little boy had gotten every bit of Mr. Schue's DNA, down to his thick curls and beautiful lips. He was a chunky little boy, making Quinn want to squeeze his little cheeks.

"Well thank you," Mr. Schue said happily, "but he's got Emma's eating habits. He wont touch the plate unless everything is in its own compartment. Its hilarious, but frustrating when he slings it across the kitchen." Quinn smiled looking at the boy, feeling a twinge of guilt in her stomach.

"So Quinn, what have you been up to in California?," Emma asked sweetly, "I'm sure it's a lot different than little old Lime huh?" Quinn had had time to formulate a few safe answers by now, so she had been able to cautiously answer a few questions without delving into too much of her past.

"It definitely is," Quinn said politely, "I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like it. The ocean and beaches were absolutely breathtaking." Emma smiled and returned back to her plate with Quinn breathing a sigh of relief.

"Now did you go to school or begin working?," Mr. Schue asked, "I hear it's a difficult workforce out there."

"I did both. I got my GED and then worked for a little while." Quinn answered, deciding not to mention the fact that it was her husband that had made her quit that job.

When they first arrived in San Francisco, Quinn began searching for a school to enroll in. She didn't want to be some ditzy dropout, and she needed her independence. Her plans however had not gone over so well with her husband, seeing as he wanted her to be home and have dinner ready for him every day. She had gone with it at first, liking the idea of being taken care of, but after the abuse started Quinn knew she needed to be able to support herself. She lied to him about what the money was for, a reason that still made her nauseous till this day, and began online classes. After she earned her GED she began working part time at a bank, leaving after him in the mornings and getting home just before he would. She had managed to get away with her lie for almost a year, until the day he got fired and arrived home early. The fight that had resulted left Quinn with a broken rib and sprained wrist, and she had never gone back to work since.

"Well that's great Quinn really," Emma chimed in, "I'm proud of you for sticking with your education." Finn quickly shifted the dinner conversation back towards Mr. Schue and Emma's work, winking to Quinn as he did so. She felt herself relax, brushing memories of her past away.

"Ya know they're adding onto the school," Mr. Schue said while munching on his salad, "creating a whole other wing."

"Sweet," Finn replied, "maybe they can finally give me one of those rooms for myself."

"Guess you'll have to ask Puck about that, his company's the one contracted to do the work."

Quinn's fork clanged loudly against her plate, causing everyone to turn towards her. She hadn't meant to cause a scene, but at the mention of his name she felt herself go weak.

"Quinn?," asked Rachel concerned.

"Sorry," she coughed through a mouthful of potatoes feeling obvious, "wrong pipe." Rachel patted her on the back while Finn and Mr. Schue continued their conversation.

"Really? That's great, I'm telling you he's taking over the town."

"Wait, sorry, what about Puck?," Quinn managed to ask between coughs.

"You remember driving through town and seeing all the reconstruction and places they've added?," Finn asked.

"Yeah, he works for the people that did that?," Quinn asked.

"Hardly," Finn laughed, "He owns it. I mean he used to work for them as a sub-contractor that they'd call in, but after they realized how damn good he was they hired him full time. Now he basically runs the whole show and has his own team of guys. He's the one who built this house!"

Quinn just sat there, astounded. She felt guilt and pride all at the same time thinking about him, knowing he had proved everyone wrong, even her.

Dinner had finally ended, with Mr. Schue and Emma preparing to leave. As they hugged Finn and Rachel, Quinn made her way around the table to lift a now sleeping Sawyer out of his high chair. She gently pulled him out and rested him against her chest. He wrapped his chubby arms around her neck and snuggled his face into shoulder. She lightly ran her fingers through his curls and hummed, trying her best to keep him asleep.

"You're really good at that.," Emma whispered as she came to put Sawyer in his car seat. Quinn felt a pang of sadness, but smiled.

"Now you listen, I don't know how long you're planning on staying, but if you need anything you call us alright?," Emma said growing serious.

"Of course, I hope to see you soon.," Quinn replied while hugging her. Mr. Schue had made his way to her now and leaned in to say goodbye.

"Now you listen-" he began but Quinn cut him off.

"I know, if I need anything I can call.," she laughed, "It was good to see you." She whispered a small goodbye to Sawyer and the trio left. Quinn began picking up plates and silverware, lost in thought about the conversation they had just had, when she saw Sawyer's teddy bear on the ground. She picked it up and wiped it off, reminding herself to have Finn return this to Mr. Schue. She heard the doorbell ring and smiled, knowing Emma had come back for the lost toy. She made her way to the door and opened it smiling.

"Did we forget something-" she began but stopped abruptly, never finishing her sentence. The bear in her hand dropped to the ground, as well as her stomach, when she saw him on the doorsteps. He had gotten taller and tanner, his hair lightly buzzed down and clean. Quinn noticed that while his stature might have changed, he still had those same piercing green eyes, the ones that stared right through her soul and made her feel exposed. Her heart was pounding, her stomach in knots, and her mouth was dry, but she finally managed to speak a moment later.

"Puck."