AN: This takes place about a week after Ch. 1.

"Hey Juno!"

Okay, I know it's pretty sad that I even responded to that, (or Preggo, or Fatty, or Cheating-Skank) but I turned around anyway. Just in time to get hit in the face with a grape slushie. I stood there blinking corn syrup out of my eyes and watched two anonymous football players high-five and walk away. Like throwing a drink at a pregnant girl was something to be proud of. To make matters worse, Finn had seen the whole thing. He was looking at me with something that looked an awful lot like pity. And I couldn't decide if that was better or worse than the disgust and hurt that I was used to.

I felt a hand on my arm, pulling me into the ladies' room across the hall. I squeezed my eyes shut so I couldn't see who it was. I mean, I wanted to know, but if I opened them I'd probably start bawling. And that was NOT something I did. In public. Usually.

I took a few deep breaths and opened my eyes. Rachel Berry was standing by the sink, pulling a washcloth and a mini bottle of shampoo out of her purse.

I realized that it was probably because of me that she even started carrying that stuff to school in the first place.

"Are you okay, Quinn?" She asked, handing me the washcloth.

I wiped the slushie off of my face. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be fine."

I grabbed a big wad of paper towels to wipe out the sink. Once it was sufficiently clean, I stuck my whole head in and rinsed my hair out. Better than walking around with sticky, purple hair all day. I thanked Rachel for her help, and was about to go to Emma's office, where she let me keep an extra pair of clothes. But something made me stop, and turn around.

It was this new idea that had been rolling around in my head. It was about my baby. Ever since Terri sent me a letter (along with a check for $200, which was definitely helpful) saying she was in therapy and couldn't take her anymore, I didn't know what to do. I mean, the lady was a little crazy, but she had given me an option. I wanted to give her to the Schuesters. Mr. Schue would be a great dad, and Terri would make sure the baby was always safe and healthy and well taken care of. That was so much more than I could give her.

But lately I'd been thinking that maybe I wouldn't have to find a new plan. I knew it was a long shot, but it had occurred to me that Mr. Schue might still want the baby. Even without Terri, he could give her so much more than I could.

Anyway, I needed to tell someone about this, to see if it was really as crazy an idea as it seemed. And Rachel was right there, compassionate, understanding, totally willing to help me even after everything I did to her.

"Hey, Rachel, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, anything." She said, looking a little confused.

"I've been thinking. I still really want to give my baby to Mr. Schuester. Do you think he'd take her?"

And then Rachel got this look on her face, like that was the best idea in the world and it would make everything okay again. She was a little nuts. But nice.

"Of course he'd want her! That's a great idea! It'll make him so happy."

I honestly hoped so. After everything I'd done, everything that Terri had done, he deserved to be happy.

For a second I wondered if Terri had ever felt as trapped and hopeless as I felt.

"I want to go ask him, but I don't want to go alone. This is kind of a lot to ask, I know, but… would you come with me?" I asked, hesitantly.

Rachel's face, like, lit up. I'm barely exaggerating here.

"Yes! Yes, I'd love to go talk to him with you. Moral support is my middle name!"

I felt a little relieved to know that someone else thought it was a good idea. What really mattered, though, was if Mr. Schue was willing to adopt her. We decided to go talk to him after Glee practice.

I spent the rest of the day thinking of what to say, writing out several drafts and then throwing them away. Nothing I could come up with described just how much I needed him to adopt my baby.

Glee practice finally came. I must have looked pretty nervous the whole time, because Puck kept coming over and asking if I was all right. I knew I should probably tell him what I was going to do, but I just couldn't. Not yet. Puck was a good guy, and everything, but he was about as ready to be a parent as I was. She deserved a real family, not just two kids who don't know what they're doing. Plus, if the thing with Mr. Schuester worked out, he would still get to be a part of Drizzle's life.

After an hour, it was over. Rachel and I were hanging back by the piano, waiting for everyone to leave. Finally, the last couple kids walked out the door. Mr. Schue turned to us.

"Hey, guys, what's going on?"

I took a deep breath and started to pull out my note card, on which I had written everything I had planned to say. But then I realized that was stupid and just shoved it further into my pocket.

"I just needed to ask you something."

"Sure, anything." He said. I was so glad he wasn't mad at me after everything. I would be mad at me.

"I know this is kind of a lot to ask, but I've been thinking… It's about my baby. I really can't keep her, and if anyone adopts her, I'd want it to be you. I don't know if that's something you'd want to do or not…"

"Wow." He said, quietly. Rachel and I listened closer to see if it was a "Wow, I can't believe you're giving me the baby I've always wanted." Or a "Wow, you've got a lot of nerve offering me your baby after you helped my wife lie to me for three months."

He smiled. It was a good wow.

"Quinn, I… If that's something you really want…"

"It is."

"I'll talk to my lawyer tonight about an adoption."

For the first time in a very, very long time, I felt like things were finally working out.