Dear Beth,
I am not much of a writer. I'm not much of anything really but your mom – your birth mom that is – asked everyone to do this – to write you a letter. I suppose the one from me is more important than the others. I'm your dad.
People call me Puck but my names really Noah – Noah Puckerman.
I don't really know what to say to you. Everything is all pretty messed up. I guess it must be much worse for Quinn because she's your mom and everything and probably has milk and stuff to deal with. But it's hard for me too y'know.
I named you. I picked a fair few names out but your mom had other ideas but she came round to my way of thinking when I sang Beth to her. I hope you like your name because it's pretty much the only thing we're getting to give you.
I don't really know what you want to know about me Beth. Probably very little given you are a one month old baby but the future you would probably have questions. I'm popular and a member of the football team. Those are two of the most important things in my life and two of the biggest things I have going for me.
I'm also kind of a bad boy – the sort of boy your mom is going to tell you not to go out with and I have to say Beth I do agree with that although I know (if your anything like Quinn) you won't listen that all that. But if you do I hope that like Quinn you have the power to stick up for yourself. Your mom can be pretty scary when she wants to be.
But seriously Beth I'm not all bad. I'll let you in to a secret – between you and me. I actually really enjoy being a member of Glee club too. I enjoy the singing and actually getting to be myself for once without having to have all the pretence of always being the tough guy.
I hope that you grow up happy. I hope that you have your mom's good looks (because believe me Beth she is HOT). I hope that you are able to stand up for yourself and that you give the bullies (like me) a hard time back.
Enjoy everything.
Noah – your dad