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It was Friday night. About seven o'clock. Quinn was getting ready to hang out with Puck for the night. They'd gotten back to a good place within the past few days. They were in a comfortable state of friendship, and they didn't want to jeopardize it with a relationship. They weren't dating each other, but they promised not to date other people. Puck really didn't understand why they couldn't just date, but he respected what she wanted. He was still trying to earn her trust back anyways.

As Quinn curled her hair, she let her mind wander back to Beth. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about her all week. She wondered if Shelby had told her everything, or how Beth was reacting. She must be hurting so badly. Quinn had gotten so attached to the girl in the last month and a half, and all she wanted to do was go see if she was alright. But she knew she couldn't. Even if she could, Beth still probably didn't want to even see her.

After finishing her last curl, Quinn slipped on her maroon floral dress and denim jacket. Puck was supposed to be here any minute. She put on her black flats and padded into the living room to wait for him. If he didn't get here soon, they'd miss their movie. Just as she leaned back to relax, the familiar incessant knocking on her door started. Sighing, Quinn pulled herself off the sofa and grabbed her purse, opening the door and closing it behind her.

"Finally," she teased, locking the door.

"Sorry, there's people all over the fucking place."

"Well, we gotta hurry, cause I wanna get popcorn," Quinn grabbed his arm and hauled him to the elevator. Once they got down, the pair started their journey down the street to the theater, walking at a brisk pace. They were halfway there when Quinn's phone began to ring. It was probably Santana, calling to see how she was doing. But Quinn didn't get her hopes up. Looking at the screen, she saw the last name she would expect: Shelby. Furrowing her brow, Quinn slid her finger across the screen to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Quinn. It's Shelby."

"Hi...Is everything okay?"

"Well not exactly," the older woman sounded distraught, "Um...Beth didn't come home from school today. And no one has seen her. I know that we let you go, but is there any chance that you've seen her?"

Quinn's heart seemed to stop just before it sped up completely.

"No. No, I haven't seen her. Have you called the police?" It was a pretty stupid question, but she couldn't really think straight. She and Puck had stopped walking, and were now just standing in the middle of the sidewalk. He was looking at her inquisitively, clearly worried and confused.

"Yes, they've been looking for her around the city all night. No one's found her. With it being a Friday night, I'll be at work until late tonight. I only found out about all this when the housekeeper called to tell me that Beth wasn't home for dinner."

"I'll um...I'll help look for her. Me and Puck are heading downtown, so we'll search for her around there."

"Thank you. Call me if you hear anything, and I'll do the same."

Shelby hung up before Quinn could say anything in return. But there wasn't much else to say. They were wasting time.

"Beth's missing," Quinn told Puck with a thick voice. She didn't know what to do, or where to start looking. And she was, of course, freaking out about what could possibly happen to her daughter.

"Shit. Don't freak out, okay? We'll look for her. We'll ask a few people around here if they've seen her."

"Okay..okay," the blonde nodded, crossing her arms protectively over her chest as they went down the street.

Where would Beth go? Why would she run away?

Maybe she went to a friend's house? Maybe she went to Amanda's to work on their science project. Maybe she went to the dance studio.

Somehow, just then, Quinn stopped in her tracks. She knew where Beth was. She had no idea how she knew. She could just feel it.

"I know where she is."

"Where?" Puck turned to her frantically.

"Come on," she grabbed his hand and they ran towards the nearest subway station.

xoPQox

The subway ride felt like it took hours. Quinn couldn't get through the station quick enough. She couldn't help but fidget for the entire ride. She hadn't let go of Puck's hand the entire time. But he held it tightly, trying to reassure her that everything would be fine, even though he wasn't really sure, himself. He didn't know why they were heading to Coney Island in the first place.

When they finally reached their stop, Quinn pulled Puck up and ran off the train and up the steps, practically cantering towards the amusement park area.

"Why are we here? What's going on?" Puck panted as they slowed down a little.

"I took her here earlier this week," Quinn glanced around at the lit up attractions, trying to remember how to get to the teacups. This would be a lot easier in the daylight.

"So? Why would she come here?"

"Just trust me," she found a familiar attraction that she remembered passing when she lost Beth here the first time, "Let's go."

They two ran through the maze of people, rides, street performers, and food stands. Puck was still confused, but Quinn seemed to know what she was doing. They slowed down and eventually came to a stop. Looking over at her, Puck could see Quinn's eyes searching through the people spinning on the teacups. The worry on her face, lit up by the park lights was heartbreaking. The ride came to a complete stop and that's when they saw her. Their little blonde headed girl in her school uniform, sitting alone in a teacup with her head cast down.

Quinn dropped Puck's hand, and started slowly towards the ride. But when Puck tried to follow, Quinn placed her hand on his chest, looking pleadingly into his eyes. She wordlessly managed to tell him that she needed to do this on her own. And he backed off with a meek nod.

With a deep breath, Quinn went to the ride operator and quickly explained to him what was going on, and promised that she would give him a ride ticket later. She just needed to go see her daughter. Thankfully, the man obliged, letting her on with the other passengers. Apparently he'd been letting Beth stay on the ride all night.

Just like Quinn had done when she was little.

Stepping up onto the platform, she made her way to Beth's cup. The little girl's eyes were still down. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and after Quinn sat across from her in the cup, she could see that her eyes were red and puffy. Quinn just looked at her. Not a word was exchanged. But as the ride started, they both lifted their hands and began to spin the wheel in the middle. Faster, and faster, they gripped the wheel as hard as they could, trying to make their cup go as fast as they could. Quinn's eyes welled up with tears as she stared at Beth. The colorful lights and sounds around them all just blended together. It was all a blur. All but Beth was a blur. The smaller blonde finally lifted her eyes to look at her mother, directly across. Her face didn't have a definite emotion on it. She didn't look happy, or sad, or angry. She just looked...hurt, and confused, with a little bit of relief.

Neither girl broke eye contact for the rest of the ride.

xoPQox

Quinn was knelt behind Beth as the little girl threw up into the nearest trashcan, rubbing soothing circles on her back. Puck was a few yards away. He had gone to get Beth a drink, and was now just standing back, letting the girls have their space. Quinn was still crying a little, and it took everything he had to keep from taking both girls into his arms.

Beth stood up straight, wiping her mouth off on her arm, turning to glare at Quinn icily. The older blonde looked at her sympathetically and offered her the styrofoam cup, only to have it slapped out of her hand, it's contents spilled to the ground. Beth was angry. Noticabley angry. Her face was flushed and you could see the hurt and anger in her hazel eyes. She kicked the metal trashcan a few times, and Quinn just sat back and let out a few silent sobs. She hated seeing her daughter in pain. Beth grabbed the nearest piece of trash that she could find and threw it harshly at her mother.

Quinn flinched a little as the crumpled up napkin hit the side of her face, gawking at Beth as she grabbed another random piece of garbage to hit her with. Blocking with her hand, Quinn stood up, trying to stand tall, metaphorically; Because right now, she felt two inches tall. She picked up the discarded cup and threw it back at the little girl. Not as harshly, of course, but enough that some of the cold lemonade splashed on Beth's clothes and arms.

The small blonde looked down at her clothes, still in sheer anger, before looking up to Quinn, her eyes brimming with tears. Unable to hold back anymore, Beth let out her feelings on the one person she couldn't help but blame for her sadness: Quinn. She was small, and weak, but Beth put up the best punches she could right on the older woman's torso.

The punches hurt a little, Quinn had to admit. But she could barely feel them. It was as if her body went numb. She couldn't feel anything but the pain in her chest from the heartache. She just stood there and took the punches as Beth cried and panted. The small girl could barely put up a fight anymore. Her hits and punches got weaker and weaker until she emotionally crumbled and wrapped her arms tightly around Quinn, burying her face in her abdomen while she cried.

Quinn succumbed to the hug and immediately wrapped her arms around her daughter, equally as tight. She let out more hiccupped sobs. At least she wasn't crying alone. Kneeling down to Beth's level, she wrapped her arms even tighter around the girl's tiny frame. Beth's face was hidden in the curve of her neck. Her little whimpers went directly into Quinn's ear as her tears fell to her shoulder. Turning her head, Quinn looked over at Puck who was still standing a few yards away, shifting from foot to food awkwardly. Taking one hand off her daughter's back, she motioned for him to come over. And he did.

Puck knelt down next to the girls, placing a hand on Beth's back, rubbing it soothingly. She turned her head and looked at him with tears in her eyes, and he looked back and offered her a small smile, mouthing "hi". The little girl wiped her eyes on the back of her hand and extended an arm to him. That was all it took, and Puck, himself, had tears brimming in his eyes. He closed in and wrapped one arm around Quinn, and the other around Beth; Beth sandwiched between them with her face resting on their shoulders.

xoPQox

Puck called Shelby from Quinn's phone once they had broken apart. It took a while for him to separate from his little family. He let the older woman know that they had found Beth, where they had found her, and that they were bringing her home now. Quinn carried Beth tight against her torso on the walk back to the subway station. Beth had her arms and legs tightly wrapped around her with her face still buried in her neck. She had stopped crying, thankfully. Quinn, on the other hand, still had a few stray tears that needed to be let free. But she was silent. In fact, Puck was the only one who had talked in almost an hour. And that was just to Shelby on the phone. None of them had uttered even a syllable to each other yet. They would talk when they were ready. Anything that needed to be said was said through looks, which they all understood.

On the subway, Beth fell asleep sitting sideways in Quinn's lap, her feet on Puck's. Quinn rested her head on her daughter's and rubbed her back gently, trying to keep her asleep through the loud sound of the train on the rails. Puck's arm was draped over Quinn's shoulder, watching as the lights in the tunnels passed by.

"Why do you think she went there?" he whispered in Quinn's ear.

"I may have given her the idea," she shrugged gently, "I took her there on Monday, but the rides were all closed. And I told her about a time when I went there when I was about her age. I ran away there once too."

"Never heard that story before."

"Maybe I'll tell you someday," Quinn whispered back to him, "But for now, I think I'll keep it between me and her."

Nodding, Puck turned his head down to face Beth. Even in her emotional state, she looked so peaceful when she slept.

xoPQox

Quinn's arms were tired by the time they got do Beth and Shelby's apartment, so Puck took over, carrying Beth carefully into the penthouse apartment. She sure was a heavy sleeper. He laid her down in her small bed once they got to her room. Quinn gently untied the girl's saddle shoes and slipped the off before covering her with the pink comforter. They both took turns giving their daughter a light kiss on the forehead and telling her they loved her before they left, heading back to Quinn's.

Quinn stuck close to Puck's side on the walk. Her hand wandered down to his and she tangled their fingers together tightly; And he reciprocated the gesture.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" she looked up at him with her damp, pleading eyes.

"Sure. Of course," he nodded and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer as they walked down the street.

I wanted to make the scene at Coney Island similar, but not exact. And I don't think Quinn would have wanted to hit Beth like Molly did to Ray in the movie, so I threw in the trash instead to switch it up a bit lol