A/N: What's this? A new chapter already? I felt bad about the long waits between chapters so I worked extra hard to get a chapter up so here you go!

The Andersons and Kurt agreed that the countertenor would talk to Blaine first and see how he wanted to go about the situation of meeting his mother and grandmother. They exchanged phone numbers so they could keep in touch then Kurt was on his way home, smiling brightly the entire time.

Blaine returned home in time for dinner. Kurt fidgeted in his seat for the entire meal, eager to tell Blaine his news but not wanting the entire family to know what was going on. Of course Blaine insisted that he would do the dishes, pushing back the time Kurt could talk to him. The countertenor paced his room while straining to hear footsteps on the stairs. Once he heard them he flung his door open and tried his best to look nonchalant.

"Hey, can I talk to you?" Blaine nodded, smiling brightly.

"Yeah, sure." He slipped into Kurt's room and plopped down on the bed. Kurt was too excited to sit down so as soon as the door was closed he blurted out his news, unable to contain himself anymore.

"I found your mother."

Silence. Absolute silence.

Blaine's eyes were wide and his jaw was dropped. He opened and closed his mouth a few times after processing the words and finally managed to say something.

"What?"

"I found your mother." Kurt repeated more calmly.

"I… What? How did you… What?"

"I did some searching and I found her." Kurt sat down next to Blaine when he realized he wasn't as excited as he thought he would be. He understood that this was a lot of information to take in but he thought Blaine would at least be excited. He seemed… upset, like his world was crashing down around him. "Blaine? Are you okay?"

"I can't." It came out as a whisper and he shook his head.

"Can't what?"

"I just… I can't. What if… What if she realized that giving me away was the best decision she's ever made? What if she doesn't want to see me? What if… What if she hates me?" Kurt suddenly understood; Blaine wanted to meet his mother but he was afraid of her reaction to him. He mentally chided himself for not thinking of that. He considered telling him that he had already met her, and his grandmother, and that they wanted to meet him as much as he wanted to meet them but he thought it best to keep that to himself. Blaine might've been offended that Kurt had gone out to meet her without telling him.

"So, you don't want to meet her?"

"I just… I…" He sighed roughly. "Can I think about it?" Kurt nodded, smiling softly and reassuringly.

"Of course you can."

The next morning Kurt called Cassandra to inform her of what was going on. She understood her son's hesitation and trusted him to do what was right for him. He told her that he had a friend that might help Blaine with his decision. After hanging up with Cassandra he dialed said friend.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Quinn, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Depends on what it is."

"I found Blaine's mother." Quinn gasped.

"You did? When? Does he know? I'll be glad to help you with anything you need."

"I just found her yesterday and Blaine already knows. He's worried about meeting her because he's afraid she might hate him or something."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"I know this is probably asking for a lot but I would be forever grateful if you talked to him about Beth." It was quiet but he knew Quinn was still on the line since he hadn't been deafened by the dial tone.

"Do you really think it'll help him?"

"I think so. Getting the perspective from a mother who has given up their child for adoption might help him see that his mother really does want to meet him and that she loves him. I know this is a hard topic for you, Quinn, and I'm sorry to put so much pressure on you but-"

"I'll do it, I'll talk to him."

"Oh, thank you so much! I-"

"I'm not just doing this for Blaine; I'm doing this for me too. I think talking to someone who understands a bit of how I feel might be therapeutic for me. I'll be over there in ten minutes."

"Thank you, Quinn. I'll see you soon." He hung up with a soft smile on his face. The fact that Quinn knew this conversation would help her too made him realize that she was trying to put herself back together and that just made him very proud of her. He made a mental note to tell her that as he made his way down the hall to Blaine's room. The door swung open before he could even knock.

"Hey, sorry, I was just going to get a drink." Blaine attempted a smile and it broke Kurt's heart that he couldn't put a true, bright smile on his face. The countertenor followed him to the kitchen and sighed softly.

"I, uhm… I asked someone to come over and talk to you." He almost dropped his glass and his wide eyes shot up to Kurt.

"Is it her? Please, I can't, please! I'm not-"

"No, no, no! I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make it sound like that!" He mentally slapped himself for wording that the way he did. Of course Blaine was going to think he was talking about his mother.

"It's Quinn, Quinn's coming over." He immediately relaxed.

"Oh… Why is she coming to talk to me?"

"You'll see when she gets here." Blaine nodded, readjusting his grip on his water glass before heading to the living room. It was a little tense while the two waited for Quinn to arrive and it only seemed to thicken when the doorbell rang. Kurt hurried to get it and he breathed a sigh of relief as the air cleared a bit when he opened the door. "Hey, thank you again for doing this."

"Like I said, it's for both of us. Where is he?"

"In the living room, he's pretty nervous." Quinn nodded.

"I know this is your house but would you mind leaving for a little while?" Kurt quickly shook his head.

"No, not at all. Take all the time you need."

"I'll text you when I'm leaving."

"Okay, thank you." He hurried out and Quinn quietly shut the door after him. Blaine looked up at her when she entered the living room and she smiled softly as she sat down next to him.

"Hey, Blaine."

"Hi, Quinn. Kurt said you wanted to talk about something?" She nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Kurt told me that he found your mother." Blaine's whole body tensed and he was gripping his glass so tightly that his knuckles turned white. She knew this was going to be a delicate conversation so she tried to form her sentences before continuing. "I know you feel like she might hate you and that she's glad she gave you up but you have to know that she doesn't feel like that at all."

"How do you know?" His voice was rough and she could see the tears forming in his eyes.

"Two years ago, I got pregnant. Puck and I agreed that giving Beth up for adoption would be the best thing for her." Her vision blurred with tears and she blinked them back quickly. Blaine, tears still in his own eyes, squeezed Quinn's hands gently. "I know Beth is better off where she is; she has a family that loves her and is able to provide for her in a way Puck and I never could but… I regret giving her up. Beth is my perfect thing, the one thing that I've done that isn't a failure or a screw up. Other people may not see it like that but I do. I would jump at the opportunity to meet her and if she never wanted to meet me I would be heartbroken. I love her, I absolutely love her and nothing could ever change that. Your mother loves you and I know she regrets giving you up the same way I regret giving up Beth. You need to meet her and let her love you the way she's been wanting to for all these years."

They both cried, reaching out for each other for support and comfort. Quinn cried because she missed Beth and she knew she helped Blaine make his decision. Blaine cried because he felt bad for Quinn and he knew what he wanted to do.

When the tears subsided Quinn giggled nervously.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to break down like that."

"No, it's totally okay. I know it must've been hard for you to tell me your story and I think you're so brave, Quinn. You're a very strong young woman and I think Beth would be delighted to meet you someday." They smiled softly at each other.

"Thank you."

"No, thank you. Thank you so much."