It was only third period on the first day of the new semester and Quinn already wished she e hadn't gotten out of bed. No one had given her the memo that slushie tossing season had started again, so she was inevitably one of the first targets. Did they have to do it when it was already so cold outside? Quinn envied Kurt and Mercedes as they walked past her in brand new rain jackets. She sighed in relief as Sam appeared next to her with a paper towel. "You too huh?" She nods and he gives her a sad, sympathetic smile. He asks her how her winter break was and she mumbles a generic reply before hurrying to her next class. He grabs her before she can get away. "Hey, what's going on with you? All winter break, you barely wanted to talk to me, and when you did you seemed really distracted. Are you mad at me or something?'

"No," Quinn replied. "This has nothing to do with you. And you're right. I have been really distracted lately. I've just been thinking about stuff."

"What kind of stuff?" Sam demanded. Quinn just shook her head. She didn't like talking about Beth with Sam. When she was around him was when she tried her hardest to put her past behind her. She quickly assured him one more time that she was fine and dashed off to biology.

As she rounded the corner, she saw Puck leaning against the wall. "Shouldn't you be getting to class, Puck?" she asked him. He ignored her. She stopped and stared at him, waiting for a response. He said nothing, keeping his eyes on the tiled floor. It wasn't until then that Quinn realized Puck had been ignoring her all day. "What's going on Puck?" she demanded, "You haven't said a word to me all day!" Puck continued to look at the ground. The halls were quieter now that the warning bell had rung, and Quinn suddenly realized she could her Puck whistling a familiar tune. "Puck, why are you whistling the Sesame Street theme song?"

"It's just, uh, stuck in my head," he replied awkwardly.

"I can't believe about to ask this, but why?"

"Why do you care?"

"I don't. What I do care about is you avoiding me!" Quinn exclaimed.

"I'm not avoiding you. I've barely seen you today."

"Not just today. During winter break, when I called you looking for some words of comfort, you never there!"

"Then why didn't you just call your little boyfriend?" Puck asked.

"He doesn't know what I'm going through. You do." Quinn lowered her voice, "I miss her, Puck." For the first time in seven months, Quinn let a few tears escape. Puck took her in his arms. The bell rang then, but neither of them cared. "I did miss her, but I remedied that."

"How?" Quinn asked.

"By seeing her," Puck replied. Quinn just stared at him, so he continued talking, "Sometimes my community service involves picking up in trash on highways in Carmel, so I stop by Shelby's place," Puck explained.

"You see her?" Quinn whispered.

"Yeah. Just every once in a while. You wanna see pictures?"

"No, Puck, I don't!" That was a lie, but she was too mad at Puck right now to look at pictures.

"What's wrong?" Puck asked.

"What's wrong? What's wrong is the fact that you visited my daughter behind my back!"

"That really hurts, Quinn," Puck replied as he turned to walk away.

"How are you hurt right now?" Quinn demanded.

"Beth's my daughter too! I can visit her sometimes if I want. Shelby's totally cool with it. She even asked me to bring you next time."

"She did? Really?"

"Yeah. She's surprised you haven't talked to her about visiting before."

"I was afraid it would be too hard to say goodbye again." Quinn stated simply.

"Well it doesn't have to be goodbye every time. Just 'see ya later'. You don't have to visit just once."

"Just see ya later?" Quinn replied. Puck nodded. "So you watch Sesame Street with her?" Quinn asked in disbelief. Puck chuckled and nodded again.

"Yeah, and other stuff too. I also play the guitar for her. She loves it. I've got pictures." Puck held up his phone and Quinn nodded, eager to see Puck sharing his talent with their daughter. Sure enough, there was Puck strumming away while Beth clapped her tiny hands. Quinn remembered from Shelby's latest update letter that Beth was clapping now. She was beautiful. Puck interrupted her thoughts by asking if she wanted to help him babysit Beth the next night while Shelby was at a meeting. Quinn, of course, said yes and hurried off to class. This day just got so much better.

The rest of the day went by pretty smoothly. Glee club was canceled due to chance of snow, so Quinn was able to hurry home. The first thing she did when she got there was go up to Beth's room, which was now where she kept her journal. She practically yanked it off the shelf and sat in the rocker to write.

Dear Beth,

I'm gonna make this one short because I have studying to do, but today I found out that your dad's been visiting you. I just want you to know that the reason I haven't yet is because I was afraid of having to say goodbye again so soon, but I'm not worried about that anymore. Both your dad and I are going to babysit you tomorrow and I couldn't be more excited. Also, Puck showed me pictures of him playing the guitar for you. You seem to enjoy it as much as I do. That's awesome. Anyways, I have to go. See you tomorrow!

From,

Quinn (AKA Mom)