Ah the reviews! Thank you all so much, I loved them all! Oh, and as for little Emory's age he's about 9, seeing as he was just born in "A Sorta Fairytale" and that's how many years it's been since then. Sorry for any confusion, and if any of you ever has a question feel free to ask! Anyhow, I know these chapters have been intense but things are picking up slowly. We'll be getting into more of Kurt and Jacob in a bit, but for now I leave you with this chapter. I hope you enjoy, read, review and let me know what you think! Thanks again loves!

Finn could only stare as the words fell from Beth's mouth, half of him completely caught of guard while the other half was speechless. He stared as she finished and waited for his response, biting her bottom lip while tears streamed softly down her face. Finn's mouth was gaped open and his eyes were locked on her's, his mind running rampant until he finally spoke.

"Very funny Beth," he said as he plastered on a grin, his first thought to force himself to believe that she was joking, "Ha ha, did your mom set you up to get me back for earlier?" Beth's eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she glared at him, now her lips the ones gaping open as she frantically leaned towards him.

"Wha-what no! Uncle Finn she doesn't know, please! I'm not joking, you can't tell her!" Finn continued to force himself to believe she was lying as he shook his head, dismissing her with one hand as he peered down on her.

"No, no Beth there's no way," he said in denial, "You're not pregnant, you can't be. I-you-you can't be." More tears trickled down her cheeks as she simply nodded, pain and fear etched on her face as she blubbered out an apology. Finn continued shaking his head as he felt an old familiar sinking feeling in his gut, closing his eyes in realization as her behavior towards her parents and resistance to his hot dogs slowly clicked together.

Finn couldn't believe it, and for the sake of his nephew he didn't want to believe it, pretending that as long as he eyes were closed it wasn't real. This was some bad joke done in terribly poor taste, and when he opened his eyes again she'd be smiling and saying, "Gotcha Uncle Finn!" He forced his lids back up, anticipating the laugh they would share as she playfully hit him, but instead of Beth he saw Quinn. Red Cheerio uniform, cross necklace, long blonde ponytail and those same watery hazel eyes that had almost shattered his world years ago, the sight too much for him to bear. He felt his chest tighten and his stomach drop, every emotion he had felt sophomore year returning as his face fell.

"Beth-"

"I'm sorry Uncle Finn," she wept as she stepped towards him, Finn taking the girl in his arms as she cried. He was completely incapable of forming words or thoughts at the moment, Finn doing the only thing he knew how and holding her tight as he shushed her sobs. He racked his brain of something, anything, he could say to her, stepping back into his sixteen year old shoes and saying the first thing he should of then.

"You have to tell your parents," he whispered into her hairline, Beth frantically shaking in his arms as she pulled away.

"Beth, listen-"

"You don't understand!" she said quickly, "I can't! I can't, they'll be so disappointed and mad and they'll feel like bad parents and its my fault and I can't let them know I've made their mistake-"

"Beth," Finn interrupted, placing his hands on her shoulder and pulling her back, "Listen to me-"

"I just can't," she continued rambling on, "I don't want to hurt them-"

"Then you'll tell them the truth," Finn said firmly, Beth halting mid-sentence as he spoke, "Look first, you were not a mistake. You were the best thing to happen to any of us you understand?" Beth nodded as he wiped her cheeks, trying to gather his thoughts and figure out what to say next.

"And second, the only mistake you're mom made was lying to everyone. Out of everything that happened, the one thing she wishes she hadn't of done was lied and hurt all the people she did."

"And I'm gonna hurt her by repeating history-"

"You wanna not repeat history?" Finn asked as he cut her off, Beth nodding as she stared up at him like a child, "Then tell them the truth. Prove to them that you aren't following in their shoes, do the things they wished they had of and make their wrongs right." Beth didn't respond as she brushed a loose lock of curls from her eyes, silent as he pulled her in again for a hug.

"I just don't know what we're gonna do, if we should keep it or give it up or-or not even have it-"

"You don't focus on that right now ok?" Finn said as he pulled her face up, "You can't worry about any of those things until you get through this one. Your mom and dad will help you make a decision, but you have to be honest with them first before you can even consider one ok?"

"What do you think my dad's gonna do?" she asked fearfully, Finn trying not to picture Puck with an axe at poor Balen's…

"He's gonna be upset Beth, they both will be, but they'll be more upset to hear it from anyone but you alright?" he said as delicately as he could, "They love you though, more than you can even imagine and they're gonna be there for you."

"You think so?" she asked as she furrowed her brows. Finn hesitated before he answered, knowing Quinn would understand but pausing as he thought of Puck. He knew his best friend was a pushover when it came to his little girl, Quinn the one who had been the disciplinarian to the child who's pinky had her father wrapped around it. Cookies and bed time had always been things he was a sucker for when Beth pleaded, one look at her pouting those lips and batting those lashes and Puck would cave on getting her the moon.

As she had grown older though his ability to be won over had changed right around Beth's thirteenth birthday, when Quinn had gotten Beth her first training bra. It was then he had noticed how long her legs had gotten and how sparkly her eyes were, having a stroke when he found her wearing lip gloss and eye shadow. He had then shifted into a hard ass, still letting her slide on cookies and bed time, but refusing to hear anything about boys or being within a mile of one. He knew Puck loved his daughter and would do anything for his Bethany bell, vowing to never turn his back on his kids like his own father, but Finn wondered just how Puck would react to the news that his little girl wasn't so little anymore.

"I know so," Finn forced out, offering her a soft smile as she pulled herself together, " and I'll keep my promise to you Beth, but only because you're gonna be the one who tells them soon, swear?"

"Swear," she choked out, Finn sighing as he watched her dry her face. He knew, almost better than anyone else, how the young girl felt and his heart ached at the worry and guilt she was carrying with her.

"Hey Beth," he called before she grabbed the knob, the frail teenager turning slowly as her eyes glistened, "You'll get through this, I promise." She flashed a weak smile as she opened the door, walking into the hall and disappearing. Finn slid down the wall and collapsed on the floor, his own stomach twisting into a knot as he reviewed the past few minutes. To think, he had just wanted to unload his bladder and instead was loaded with the life altering news of one child.

His first thought? How fucked he had just made himself, his friendship with Puck completely ruined if the father ever found out Finn knew about Beth's pregnancy and didn't tell.

His second? Why the fuck everyone always told him about their pregnancy drama. First Quinn and him, then Puck and Robyn, now Beth and Balen? Those fucking Puckermans needed to get their shit together.

He pushed himself up and stared in the mirror, fighting with himself over what he should do now. He knew he needed to let Beth handle the situation herself, this was her news, her parents, but the nagging thought of his little girl being in the same predicament made his skin crawl.

After much debate, and a few flips of his lucky coin, Finn decided to remain silent, kicking himself hard as he walked back out to the party. He prayed Beth would tell the truth soon and that somehow, their little secret would stay between them.

Quinn sighed as she made her way down the stairs, untouched sandwich and apple in her hands as she entered the kitchen. Beth was still refusing food and any human contact, having been locked in her room since she got home from school. It had been a week of the constant crying and attitude, Quinn at her wits end of how to handle her daughter. She tried talking, comforting, bribing and even lying to coax the teenager out of her room, just wanting to understand what is was she was going through.

"Hey," Puck called as he came through the door, a big white bag in his hand as he threw his keys down.

"What's with the bag?" Quinn asked as she pecked his cheek, Puck sighing as he shook it.

"Look, I don't understand your kind," Puck said as he began opening it up, "But I do know that the sound of that kid crying breaks my heart. Now as much as I hate that little bastard, if it will make Beth happy…" Puck slid his hand inside the bag and pulled out a flowy blue dress, "I figured I'd buy her something nice." Quinn gasped as she examined the dress, simple in design but beautifully fitted, and cooed as she looked at her husband.

"You bought this for Beth?"

"Yeah," he said bashfully, "She mentioned some stupid dance with that stupid ass so I figured maybe it would cheer her up," Quinn awed as she put the dress back in the bag, pulling Puck down as she kissed his lips.

"That is the sweetest thing," she whispered in his ear, Puck always finding some way to surprise her, "And it's actually a great dress!"

"Yeah," Puck said slowly as he pulled away, "I uh, I figured I'd stalk a teenage girl and see what dress they would wear, and by the way most of them are hoes!" he hissed as he whispered the "hoes" part, "But anyways, one girl picked this one out so, naturally, I stole it from her and bought it myself." Quinn laughed as she grabbed the bag, handing it to Puck and pointing upstairs.

"Well I think you should go up and take it to her, you would totally make her night."

"And then afterwards maybe I can make yours?" he asked as he leaned back down, Quinn turning away playfully as he snuggled into her neck.

"Maaaaybe, but go! Before she utters another sob!"

"On it!" Puck called, barreling up the stairs and disappearing. Quinn giggled as she turned to the uneaten food, grabbing the sandwich and figuring she'd have it herself as she continued to worry over Beth.

Quinn couldn't remember anything happening lately that would upset her, Balen and her seeming odd at Jacob's party but staying together the whole time no less. Sure they were less affectionate, Puck loving every bit of that, but Quinn had summed it up to some young love tiff. She continued eating as she pondered, an odd twinge in her stomach making her less and less able to digest.

She was quiet and distant, isolating herself from her mom and dad, yet she spoke to them and was sweet when they called on her. She blew off her practices and avoided her friends, despite not having an arguments with any of them and just having gotten a solo for the invitational's. She wasn't eating and she wasn't sleeping, Quinn having heard her feet against the floor as her and Puck slept in their bed below her room. As she added the pieces together the twinge in her stomach became an ache, Quinn dropping her sandwich as she tried to catch her breath.

She had known a girl like that in high school, a girl who had matching eyes and lips to the one upstairs, only that girl had been pregnant. Quinn's heart began pounding as she leaned against the counter, fear and panic gnawing away as she tried to calm herself down. There was a misunderstanding, there had to be, she was reading far too much into the similarities between her teenager and the one Quinn used to be. She was overreacting and jumping to conclusions she told herself, a tiny voice that sounded like her mother in her head laughing at how ignorant she was forcing herself to be.

"Well, I guess that worked," Puck said as he stepped into the kitchen, Quinn jumping out of her skin as he crashed through her realization, "Whoa, you alright there?"

"Yes! Yeah, of course," Quinn said quickly, sliding out of his grips and towards the stairs, "I just think I should talk to Beth is all."

"Oh, alright, well she still seems a little eh so be careful." Quinn slowly climbed the steps to her daughters room, each one she took making her heart thud and her stomach flip. There was a lump in her throat and a wobble in her knees as she stepped upon the second floor, shaking as she knocked.

"Beth," her voice cracked, trying to sound sturdy as she lightly rapped on the door, "I'm coming in." She pushed the door open to find her daughter on her bed, crying into the dress her dad had gotten her as she shook.

"Beth-"

"I-I have t-to talk to you," Beth said suddenly as she pulled her face up, Quinn's chest pained at the sight of her tears, "I n-need to tell you something." Quinn nodded as she closed the door, crossing her arms as she waited for the words she never had the courage to say.

"I'm-mom I'm so sorry," Beth sputtered as Quinn nodded, fighting back tears as she bit her lip.

"What is it? What Beth?" her voice quivered as she asked. Beth gulped as she played with the straps on her gown, looking into Quinn's eyes and finally catching her breath.

"I'm pregnant."

Quinn had to pull herself together as she slowly fell apart, her ears burning as her eyes watered. She tried to move towards Beth but she was completely frozen, leaning against the door while trying to steady her heartbeat. Beth was pregnant. Beth was pregnant. The phrase almost sounded unreal and fake as she said it to herself again and again, Quinn closing her eyes as she grasped at what it meant. Her sweet little girl, her Beth, her baby was having one of her own, following behind Quinn with easy stride.

Was it her fault? Had Quinn made a mistake by telling Beth about her conception? Maybe she should have lied and made up some elaborate tale in order to keep things secret, wondering if she had thought it was ok. Where had they gone wrong? Maybe Puck had been right and Quinn was to laid back about Beth's relationship with Balen. Or had it been because of his overbearing reign that she had rebelled? Everything and anything swirled in Quinn's mind as she stood there, Beth looking to her mother for a reaction.

"Mom," Beth called, Quinn opening her eyes to find a surprise. It wasn't Beth but herself, blue dress, cross necklace, long blonde curls, and those same watery eyes that had been shattered when her father had kicked her out, the sight too much for her to bear as she replayed her own memory.

"Mom," Beth whispered again, sliding her legs off the bed as her expression changed, "Mama?" Quinn tried to speak but the lump in her throat was practically choking her, unable to fully catch her breath as she grew dizzy.

"Mama please, say something, say anything," Beth pleaded, now scooting to the edge of her bed as more tears fell, "Cry or scream or throw something. Be sad or mad, please." Quinn tried to focus on what she did feel, her emotions changing from one to another like a bad mood ring. Was she mad? No, not at all. Besides, she had no room to be, having sat on the same tear stained shoes Beth had. Was she sad? Not really, the tears in her eyes not the grieving kind as they were the regretful kind.

Quinn stopped herself from thinking as she tried to focus, putting herself in Beth's shoes, in her own shoes from all those years ago. Beth was scared, petrified, and probably felt more alone than she ever had, Quinn remembering the pain and heartbreak she went through. She remembered how her mother had made her suffer alone through those months when she had known the truth and offered no solace. How her dad had disowned and abandoned her when she had needed him most. How her sister bad mouthed her and turned her family members against her. It was those memories that played in Quinn's head as she walked to her daughter, remembering all the things she had wanted to hear and needed to feel.

"I love you," she managed to get out as she collapsed beside Beth, "And everything is going to be alright." Beth flung herself into her mothers arms as she cried, Quinn giving her baby the support she had wanted when she was pregnant with her own. She squeezed Beth tightly and rubbed her back as she tried to calm her down, promising that they would figure things out and that she would be ok.

"I'm sorry," was all Beth could say as she rocked back and forth in her mother's arms, Quinn fighting back her own tears as she tried to wipe Beth's away.

"It's ok, it's ok," Quinn continued to chant, "It's gonna be ok Beth."

"I didn't mean for this to hap-and I know you're disappointed-"

"You could never disappoint me Bethany," Quinn said softly as she consoled her child, "You could never, you couldn't even try."

"I know you wanted me to be better-and I just…" she continued to ramble on and sputter, her sentences incoherent as her words ran together. Quinn knew what she was trying to say and she knew that she meant it, leaning back onto the bed and cradling the girl in her arms.

"It's ok Beth, it's all gonna be ok," Quinn whispered, closing her eyes and nuzzling her lips into Beth's forehead, "Everything will be alright. We're gonna get you to a doctor, make sure you're-you know, and then from there we'll figure out your options-"

"I have to tell dad," Beth interrupted, looking up at Quinn as she wiped her cheeks, "I have to tell him and be honest."

"You do, you do," Quinn nodded, proud that her daughter had the courage she didn't, "But first I want you to go to a doctor, we should be sure before we get him worked up over something that might not be true and then we'll tell him." Beth nodded as she rested against Quinn's chest, the hot tears rolling off her cheeks and onto Quinn's skin.

"Is dad gonna hate me?" she asked softly, Quinn smiling at the innocence of her question.

"No Beth. Its gonna be hard on him but he would never stop loving you ok? Don't think about that right now, let's just focus on you and making sure you're ok." Beth mumbled a thank you as she rested back against Quinn, her body finally relaxing for the first time in a week. She might not have told her dad and she might have a long way to go, but having her mom to hold her hand put her at peace.

The weight that had been taken of Beth's chest now rested on her mother's. Quinn may have faced the truth with her daughter but she still had to find a way to tell her husband, knowing the next few days of Beth's pregnancy would be harder than her own.