"Alright, Miss Fabray, here's the deal. I'm afraid you cannot get your child back unless you give proof to a court of law that the family who has your child is unfit to take care of her."

"Alright, thank you for your time," I said, hanging up the phone. "Dammit it," I said.

"What was that all about?" Puck asked.

"I already told you," I said. "We're getting full custody of Beth back."

"But... I didn't know you were serious."

"Of course I was."

The next day, me and Puck stood in Shelby's front hall. "Hi, Shelby." I smiled at the bustling woman. "So nice to see you."

"So nice to see you too, Quinn, Puck." Shelby smiled. "I have to go to the bathroom, okay?" I nodded, looking around. Beth sat all alone in my playpen. She looked just like me. The same wavy blond hair, green eyes, and ski slope nose. However, she had Puck's facial structure. I took out my iPhone and pressed Record. The house looked lived in, with toys scattered on the floor and and dirty dishes in the sink, but I knew I could turn this against Shelby.

"Look at this!" I said, my iPhone sweeping the mess on the floor and in the kitchen. "This house is filthy. Looks like Shelby Corcoran is an unfit mother." I moved it to capture Beth all alone. "And Miss Corcoran abandoned her daughter in the living room just to go to the bathroom without taking Beth or asking me or Noah Puckerman, who I am with, to watch her. It's apparent Shelby doesn't care about the wellness of Beth and doesn't know safe parenting practices."

"What are you doing?" Puck hissed as I shoved my iPhone back into my pocket.

"Proving that Shelby's an unfit mother," I said.

"But she's not!"

"That doesn't mean I can't say she isn't!"

"I'm back!" Shelby hurried back into the room.

"Now, would you two like some lemonade? Or perhaps a chocolate chip cookie? I made them myself from scratch."

"Um, no thanks, I have stomach pains... I've got to be going," I said.

"Oh, okay." I avoided Puck's accusing stare. He knew where I was going. "Want to come to my house, Puck? To care for me, since I have STOMACH pains?"

"Nah, I'm good," he said. I didn't want him to blow my cover, but what could I do? "Shelby, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like some lemonade. It's a real scorcher today."

An hour later, I was at the Child Protection Services Agency, sitting in a desk in front of a social worker and pretending to cry. Good thing I had experience in spying and playing for both teams, and good thing I could cry at the drop of a hat if I willed myself to, and I had been the lead in five community plays, before my mother decided that acting was no good and you didn't burn any calories from it, and I had been the Virgin Mary in the Christmas play my church always put on, from the time I was four until two years ago, when I wasn't welcomed at that church for the first time, because of my bun in the oven.

"There, there, Miss Fabray, I'm sure everything is going to be fine." The social worker handed me a tissue, and I delicately used it to wipe away my tears.

"I-I just can't believe it!" I sobbed. "I loved Beth, and it was really hard to give her up, but I can't believe that the woman I gave her to would neglect her. It's so... heartbreaking to think I put my daughter in a situation like that!"

"Miss Fabray, it's not your fault. You didn't know that your daughter would be neglected."

I faked a smile. "That's true."

That night, I was in my room, dressed in my comfiest silk pajamas. I stood in front of the mirror, running a brush through my elegant gold hair, which had grown back so it was long again.

I set the brush down, sitting on the window seat. I looked out the window, at the rain pelting down. The plan was set. The people at the Child Protection Services Agency had bought my sob story, and a court date was being set. In no time, Beth would be back in my arms. Of course, my mother could never know the truth. I had fed her the same story I told the CPSA, and she had bought it. Why wouldn't she? I was her beloved daughter, the apple of her eye!

"Quinnie?" I jerked my head up. Shelby was standing in the doorway with my mom, Beth in her arms.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, with contempt in my voice.

"Now Quinnie, be nice," my mother scolded. "Her and Beth just were in the neighborhood and decided to stop by and say hello." I nodded.

Shelby sat on the bed. "You're lucky I didn't tell you the real reason I came here," Shelby said. "I doubt she'd be happy."

"How do you know?" I asked. "CPSA couldn't have contacted you already, could they?"

"No." Shelby looked through me, her eyes piercing my very being. "Puck told me that you're trying to prove me an unfit mother." I nodded.

"That's right. You don't deserve my daughter."

"And you do? Quinn, don't do this. You're eighteen, you have your whole life ahead of you. When you're my age, ready to settle down with a nice man and have children, you're going to look back and be thankful you gave Beth up. When you graduate this year, you're going to go into the world and do great things, have a whole bunch of adventures, and you can't do that with a crying baby on your hip. Please. In the long run, you're being unfair to Puck, you, Beth, Shelby... and all the government workers, who will have to support you and your daughter."

"I have people to support me. Mainly, my mother."

"Quinn... no matter how many people you have supporting you, you can't raise a baby."

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do!" I shouted suddenly. "Get out of here and leave the baby. What's the point of you fighting me? We both know I'm going to win!"

Shelby jumped up and left.

"Quinn?" I was walking down the hallway, sipping a blue raspberry slushie. I looked up. "What?" I snapped.

"You can't do this."

"What do you mean?" I asked innocently, fluttering my long eyelashes, trying to seduce Puck and make him forget about what he was talking about.

"To Shelby. You can't take Beth from her."

"I'm Beth's MOTHER, Puck! I can do whatever I want!" I told him. "Shelby can pretend, but she'll never be Beth's mother. She can steal my daughter from me, and she can pretend she was pregnant and gave birth to her all she wants, but the one thing she'll never be able to steal from me is the fact, the memory that I was the one who got pregnant, carried Beth for nine months and then gave birth to her. Shelby will never be able to steal THAT from me."

"Quinn, you're delusional!"

"Excuse me?" I snapped. I was tempted to hurl the slushie at him, but he was popular too, and so I wouldn't be able to get away with that. Instead, I took my anger out on Tina Cohen Chang, who was passing by me with her fugly stupid popular boyfriend Mike Chang. I grabbed her by the hood of that stupid fuhly gothic black hoodie she was wearing and dumped the icy, frozen beverage down it. She shrieked in pain and ran away.

"Q. Shelby didn't STEAL Beth from us, we GAVE Beth to her. You were the one who agreed, the one who signed the papers and forced ME to sign them, not the other way around. You can't do this to Shelby. Shelby didn't go and try to steal Rachel back when she gave her up, did she?"

"Who'd want Rachel in their lives willingly?" I sneered, a look of disgust on my face.

"You can't do this to Beth. Shelby's her mother, she knows Shelby! She'll go through withdrawal if you take her back."

"Beth would be better off with us than with that crazy pyscho BITCH!"

"It's not fair to me, Quinn. I've just gotten used to the fact that Beth isn't going to play a huge role in my life, I've finally accepted that!"

"You're the one who's crazy. When I was knocked up, you were the one who begged me to keep her and wouldn't stop hounding me!"

"But I've realized something in the past year, Quinn. We did right by Beth. We gave her a better life than two moody, bratty teenagers could provide."

"We can make it work, Puck!"

"Quinn, don't do this!"

I raised my eyebrows seductively. "The locker room's right there, Puck. Will you shut up if I let you fuck me for the first time since I got preggo?"

Puck stepped back. "Who are you, Quinn? I don't know you anymore!"

"What? I thought you liked slutty girls!"

"I did. But I always liked you because I... I admired you. For managing to pull off being popular and still being a virgin. For managing to seduce the guys in an easy, charming way. While all the rest of the hoes around here dressed in low cut dresses in sexy colors, you drove everyone wild in pastel dresses, dresses that were innocent and childish, but not stupid looking, like Berry. I don't understand you anymore, and until you stop being this shadow of a girl and start being the Quinn Fabray again, we're through."

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