Wonderful reviews, thank you all so much! Here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy!

"Make it stop mama, please make it stop. I can't do this, I can't."

Quinn looked down in her hands at the plastic doll that rested there, a groan escaping from her lips as she pondered what to do. It had been a week since the Puckerman family had been introduced to their newest member Wendy, each of them having struggled to get by with the inconsolable baby. Beth had been living in tears and Balen in fear, Quinn the one who had ended up calming it while Puck had hidden it at every opportunity he could.

"Beth I'm trying, but I need you to calm down," Quinn said softly as she shushed her daughter, the shrill cry from the doll only making matters worse.

"Mom it's two in the morning, I have a Bio exam in six hours that I haven't studied for and this stupid doll won't shut up!" Beth whined as stomped her feet, "Not to mention I haven't slept in days! How am I supposed to calm down?"

"Welcome to parenting Beth!" Quinn cried out as she threw her hands, "No one said this was easy darling!"

"Well no one said it was this hard!" Beth pouted as her shoulders slumped, Quinn torn between feeling bad for her daughter and wanting to smack her for the late realization, "I can't do this it's-it's too much." The week had been an eye opening one for Beth and Balen and Quinn knew her daughter had been living in a constant state of panic, the dawning of everything motherhood entailed having smacked Beth in the face abruptly.

"Well-Beth-calm down ok? You just have to take your time and see what's wrong with her," Quinn said as she tried to remain composed, grabbing the bottle off the night stand and pressing it against the plastic pink mouth, "I mean did you try feeding her?"

"Yes."

"Pacifier?"

"Yes."

"Diaper?"

"Yes."

"Throwing it off the fucking roof?"

Both girls turned to see Puck stagger into the room, one eye cocked open in annoyance as he rubbed the sleep from the other.

"Puck-"

"Sorry dad," Beth mumbled as she sighed in agitation, Puck ruffling her hair softly as he walked by.

"S'fine babe, the fuck's wrong with it now?" he asked as he yawned and stretched.

"I don't know, I don't know!" Beth almost cried as she shook her head, Quinn still trying to force a bottle into it's lips as Puck watched in amusement.

"Here, give me the damn thing," he interrupted as he took it from his wife, groaning to himself as he tried to shove the bottle in it's mouth.

"Hun be careful!" Quinn squealed as he began smacking the plastic face with the bottle.

"Babe it's a doll," he shot back flatly as he rolled his eyes towards her, sleep drooping heavily under his eyes as he tried to stifle his frustration. Quinn held back any further comments as she watched him continue to beat in the face of the doll, the scene almost funny as he cursed and shook it wildly.

"Battery pack, voice box, micro chip, can't we just turn this thing the fuck off?" he asked angrily after a few more unsuccessful attempts to soothe the crying doll, Quinn and Beth shaking their heads as Puck cursed again.

"Is it defected? Fucker hasn't stopped since you brought it home!"

"I'm sorry dad," Beth mumbled pathetically as she collapsed onto her bed, "I'm just-I'm just sorry."

"S'not you babe don't worry," he forced out happily as he pinched the head of the doll between his fingers, "But if this fucker doesn't stop-"

"Well pinching it won't help!" Quinn snapped as she took the doll back, trying her best to puff out it's head again as Puck chuckled.

"How much longer do you have it for?" Puck asked as he turned to Beth, his daughter collapsing onto her bed and muttering lowly.

"Till next class…Wednesday…something."

"Jesus that's a whole 'nother day!" Puck almost shouted, Quinn smacking him with the doll as she shifted her eyes to Beth, "But I mean…we'll get through it…yay." Beth held back her tears as her parents continued fidgeting with the doll, it's scream seeming to get louder when Puck dropped it on the floor.

"Honey, why don't you start studying," Quinn said quickly as she picked the doll up from the floor, "Your dad and I will take it to our room and you start studying ok?"

"We will?"

"Mom I can't let you guys do that, I have to do this, I have to fix it."

"Yeah, what she said."

"No, you have to study, you have to pass your test," Quinn corrected as she glared at Puck while gathering the necessities the plastic baby would need, "Your day will come soon enough when you get to do all this fun stuff and be a mom, trust me, but right now I need you to just be a kid and pass your exam ok?"

"Thank you mama, thank you dad, thank you both so much," Beth cried as she flung herself at her mother, Puck biting his tongue hard as she pecked his cheek.

"You better fucking ace that test-"

"Puck!"

"I mean I love you." The two of them closed Beth's door back as they began marching down the stairs, the doll's screams echoing through the kitchen and living room as they finally made it to their bedroom.

"I'm gonna melt this thing," Puck fumed as he slammed their door shut, "I'm gonna fire up the oven and nuke the shit out of this thing."

"I just don't know why it won't stop! This isn't realistic at all!"

"Fuckin' Chuckie ass doll, creeping and shit," Puck grumbled as he tossed the baby on the floor, it's scream hitching momentarily as it bounced.

"I mean I'm just worried about Beth you know, she isn't handling this well what so ever-"

"Who the fuck makes a doll with red hair anyways? That shit just ain't right-"

"I mean I know it's a doll, it's not real, it doesn't count-"

"Bobbing eyes back and forth, looking at me like it knows me-"

"But just to see how panicked she get's at the sound of a cry or how upset she makes herself when she can't fix things, the poor child's gonna go insane!"

"Ain't even got junk, the fuck's that about?"

The two of them stopped talking to themselves and looked at the other, Quinn pretending she hadn't heard him worrying over a doll and Puck pretending he had heard her worrying over Beth.

"Puck, this is serious, our daughter's gonna have a mental breakdown before she even has her baby."

"Quinn, I know, they actually expect kids to play with something that ugly." Quinn sighed as she picked the doll up and crawled into bed, cursing her husband and calling him obscenities as she curled up under the sheets.

"Babe, relax," Puck tried to reassure her as he snuggled in beside her, throwing his hand around her body only to have his hand meet with the doll, "It's normal for Beth to be freaking out, I mean better she do it now then later."

"I know that, I know," Quinn said as she turned to face him, "But I just see how upset she makes herself and how overwhelmed she gets, and I don't want her to feel like it's too much or she can't do it."

"What are you scared of Quinn? That she'll give him up?"

"No…I-maybe." Puck looked at her confused as she pushed herself up on her elbow, tracing circles on the baby doll's forehead as she tried to ignore it's shouts, "I just know how scary it is when you have that moment. The one when you realize how real everything is and how much your life is gonna change. I just don't want Beth to get so overwhelmed that she thinks she can't do it."

"Quinn I don't think she would do that, honestly," Puck reasoned as he rested beside his wife, his hand slowly finding it's way to the doll and pushing it deep into the sheets, "I mean remember when we all talked that night? She said there was no way she could ever give it up."

"I know, I know," Quinn nodded, "I just want her to know she's not alone, she has us and that it's worth it."

"Want me to talk to her or something?" Puck offered genuinely as he shrugged, Quinn smiling as she pecked his cheek.

"No babe, I appreciate the offer but I don't know if that would be a good idea."

"What do ya mean a good idea? I'm good with our kid." Quinn pulled the covers back to reveal Puck's feet kicking the wailing doll back and forth, his face blushing and feet stopping as he laughed.

"Maybe I'll leave that up to you."

"Uh huh, maybe." They both settled in while the doll disappeared beneath their bed, pillows and covers gripped over their ears as they tried to block out the sound.

"I don't think I've ever been so excited for a birthing class," Puck moaned as he shook his head.

"You and Rachel both," Quinn muttered sarcastically under her breath, thinking back to the last class and rolling her eyes.

"What?"

"Uh, what?"

"What about Rachel?" Puck asked as he rolled over, Quinn mentally kicking herself as she cringed.

"Nothing, what? I didn't say anything." She could feel Puck moving beside her and saw her covers being yanked away, looking up to see Puck furrowing down on her.

"You had a tone."

"What? What tone?"

"The tone, there was a tone."

"I don't have a tone."

"Yes, you do, and that was it. What happened?" Quinn tried her best to create a story or something innocent to say, her ability to think quick on her feet marred by the shrieking under her bed.

"Nothing, I was just saying-" The glare she was receiving from Puck was one of knowing and un amusement, Quinn finally grumbling as she shook her head.

"We bumped into Jesse at the last birthing class we went to," she poured out quickly, Puck looking at her curiously while blinking.

"…ok?"

"Ok? That's it, ok?"

"Ok, who's Jesse?" Quinn halted for a moment as he caught her off guard, trying to figure out if he was serious or not.

"Who's…"

"Who's Jesse, who's that?" he asked again, Quinn slowly realizing Puck had no recollection of their former high school nemesis. Maybe it was because he didn't care about Glee cub too much sophomore year or maybe it was because Jesse's eyebrows always bugged him, but the look on his face as he waited for an answer gave Quinn hope she could escape her predicament.

"Oh, uh, old co-worker person guy, thought you'd remember, k night!" Quinn quickly flipped back over and tried to settle down but she could hear Puck mumbling to himself.

"But why would that be a big deal? Hey you never explained your tone-Jesse St. James?" Quinn smacked the side of her face as she sat back up, Puck's mouth hanging open as he stared through her, "As in Jesse "Eyebrow" St. Douche?"

"Poetic Puck, nice."

"You're serious? I thought St. Dick left town?"

"He did and now he's back and with child," Quinn murmured, Puck's jaw yet to leave the sheets as he thought it over.

"So wait though, what does that have to do with Rachel?" he asked, logic sinking in again finally as his eyes got wider, "Wait, something didn't-"

"No, no,…not that I know of. She just got all googley eyed over him," Quinn answered in disgust as Puck shook his head, his hands already clinching as he prepared for battle.

"I'll kill him if he tries anything."

"Well it might not just be him," Quinn interjected, "Rachel was just as giddy as he was."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it was mildly disturbing," Quinn moaned, "I mean I know she likes the attention and all but really? Jesse? He totally treated her like crap and is a bastard."

"I love when you say cuss words."

"Puck, focus."

"Sorry." Quinn looked off into space as she thought about Rachel, growing frustrated with the brunette the more she thought it over.

"I mean what is she thinking acting like that? What had gotten into her?" Quinn's questions were rhetorical but the look on Puck's face as he turned away seemed to answer them, Quinn lurching forward and pulling him back as she bombarded him.

"What was that?"

"What?

"You had a look."

"What? What look?"

"The look, there was a look."

"I don't have a look."

"Yes, you do, and that was it. What happened?" Puck sighed deeply as he began tugging on the frayed comforter, avoiding Quinn's eyes as he whispered.

"Finn and Rachel are kind of going through a rough patch right now."

"What?" Quinn yelled as she smacked Puck with a pillow, "How could you not tell me? Puck!"

"What? Code of brothers babe!" Puck defended as he waved off another attack, "Look I'm sorry ok? But Finn didn't want me to say anything!"

"I just don't know why Rachel didn't think she could confide in me."

"That's the problem," Puck said as he pulled the pillow out of her hands, "She doesn't wanna confide in anyone, not even Finn. She's hell bent on being ideal and proper and refuses to believe that anything's wrong. You know her Quinn, she has to be perfect, and fighting with your husband isn't a part of that."

"But in order to fix things-"

"There's no need to fix anything when nothing's wrong," Puck interrupted.

"Well what's wrong? I mean what are they fighting about?"

"I dunno, Rachel's too controlling, Finn doesn't care, Rachel's insensitive to Emory, Finn isn't active enough with Michaela, blah, blah, blah…"

"Ugh, I could strangle them both!" Quinn fumed, Puck shrugging as they sat together.

"Well you can't say anything about Jesse ok?" Quinn informed him as she pointed her finger, "They already have enough problems, the last thing they need is throwing him into the mix."

"So I'm just supposed to sit back and let St. Jackass put the moves on? No freaking way!"

"Puck!"

"Quinn!"

"Puck, please, don't make things worse!"

"Quinn-"

"Puck!"

"Fine, but I'm going with you guys and I swear if he even talks to her-"

"Then you have every reason to deck him in the face. Besides, Rachel won't be going this time since you, Kurt and Jacob are coming." Puck seemed satisfied with getting the ok to kick the crap out of Jesse and he rolled back over to his side, he and Quinn settling in before drifting off to sleep.

"I can kick the shit out of him, swear?"

"Promise, as long as you don't say anything to Finn. Deal?"

"Deal," Puck agreed as his pinky found it's way to Quinn's and interlocked, "Still a crazy bitch."

"Still a stubborn bastard."

"Good evening class, nice to see you all again!"

The class all greeted her back as everyone shuffled around to find spots on the floor, Beth and Balen fighting with their doll while Kurt and Jacob watched in the corner with amusement as Puck and Quinn set up her mat.

"How'd you find it anyways?"

"Gee I don't know Puck, maybe the screaming from the trunk gave it away?"

"Hey I was just trying to help." The two continued to laugh until Puck halted, Quinn looking up in confusion to see what was wrong.

"Puck, babe-"

"Quinn."

"Yeah?"

"Is Rachel coming back tonight?"

"Oh no, no, no," Quinn shook as she smoothed out the mat, "I told her we'd all be able to make it."

"So then why is she over there chatting it up with St. Jerkoff?" Quinn's head shot up as she followed his finger, anger bubbling as she saw Rachel laughing with Jesse.

"I swear to God-"

"Ass kicking commence." Puck began moving towards Jesse when Quinn pulled him back quickly, her nails digging into his flesh as she growled.

"Stop it, stop Puck!"

"What, are you kidding me?" he asked angrily as Quinn covered his mouth, pulling him down closer and gritting her teeth.

"Not here Puck, not in front of everyone!"

"But you said-"

"Not now!" Puck pulled his arm away as he shot Rachel and Jesse a dirty look, walking back towards the other four and leaving Quinn alone with her thoughts. What the hell had gotten into Rachel? And what the hell was she doing? Quinn called out her name to see Rachel wave back quickly, patting Jesse on the arm before waving good bye and heading over to Quinn.

"What are you doing here?" she asked while trying to hold back her temper.

"Oh, well, I thought you might need me again," Rachel answered innocently.

"Oh, so that's why you're talking to Jesse, got it," Quinn nodded sarcastically, Rachel gasping a bit as she fumbled for an answer.

"What, Quinn-"

"What has gotten into you Rachel? What are you-"

"Class, settle down please, settle down now," the instructor informed them as she eyed the group, her agitation seeming to grow as she looked Quinn over, "Now before we begin-"

"Uh, scuse me," Balen interrupted as he waved the baby doll in the air, "Yeah, sorry, but uh you gave us this thing-"

"Doll-"

"Satan's doll-"

"Puck!"

"And I was just wondering if you'd take it back now?"

"Certainly, of course," the teacher smiled awkwardly as she walked over, Balen chunking the doll and telling her to "go deep," while Kurt groaned in embarrassment.

"So tell me, how was it taking care of the baby?"

"That ain't no baby lady-"

"Puck!"

"It was uh, well, it was-"

"Eye opening."

"Ear splitting."

"…yeah, it was interesting. I think it's defected though, cause after we dropped it down the stairs it got louder."

"You dropped it down the stairs?" the instructor asked horrified, her mouth gaping as she waited.

"Yeah, but I think it went back to normal after Mr. Puckerman ran it over with the car," Balen chuckled, Quinn shooting Puck a death glare as the class gasped.

"You hit it with a car?"

"No, no! We didn't hit it! Just rolled over it with the tire, that's all." Snickers and chuckles filled the room as everyone stared at the group, Beth hoping she'd die soon and Quinn trying to murder Puck with her eyes.

"Ok then, well uh, moving on…" They began breathing exercises and how to position their bodies, Balen and Beth finally getting the hang of things as Kurt and Jacob watched in awkward amazement.

"It's weird seeing this," Kurt whispered as he turned to Quinn, "It's like a behind the scenes look or something. I'm just used to the babies, not the whole process."

"Well you're in for a ride grandpa, it's intense."

"Don't call me grandpa, grandma."

"Papa bear? "

"Stop."

Quinn laughed as they turned back to Beth, the young girl looking frazzled and uncomfortable as everyone breathed around her.

"Maybe we can take a break? I'm really hot and tired."

"I think we're gonna need more than a break…" Jacob trailed off as the group looked up, Puck smiling and Quinn biting back a shout as she watched Finn tear through the door.

"What the hell?" Rachel asked loudly as she stood up, no one saying a word as the two began going head to head.

"Where is he? Where's he at? Let's do this, let's go." Quinn slowly turned her head to Puck and had to fight back her urge to smack his smug smirk, her husband crossing his arms behind his head as he leaned against the wall.

"Shoulda let me kick his ass." Quinn pried her eyes off of him and shifted them towards Rachel and Finn, who were not matching each other's shouts as they interrupted the class.

"I can't believe you lied to me!"

"I didn't lie, I said I was coming to Beth's class!"

"Yeah, but you didn't mention why!"

"Well you didn't ask why! You never ask why!"

"Because I don't want to butt into your business ok?"

"Oh so I butt into yours, is that what you're saying?"

They continued to argue as everyone watched, Kurt and Jacob pretending to be with another pregnant woman as Puck randomly shouted phrases.

"Seriously I can't believe you," Quinn snapped as she got up from the floor, walking out the room and down the hall to find Beth so they could leave as soon as possible.

"Beth, hun," she called into the bathroom, pushing the door open to hear sniffles and a hiccup, "Beth? Baby you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah mom," Beth croaked as she wiped her cheeks, Quinn's heart breaking as she walked towards her daughter.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry about that. You know how your dad is, always meddling and-I'll go kill right now for you ok? Will that make it better?"

"No, it's not that, not that," Beth shook as she turned to her mom, throwing up her hands and whimpering, "I'm gonna be a terrible mom!" Quinn would've laughed at how childish Beth looked if she wasn't so fragile, walking to her daughter and placing her hands on her cheeks.

"Beth, no you won't."

"Mom, yes I will," Beth corrected as she cried, "I can't even take care of a doll, a stupid doll mom! I can't do that how will I ever take care of a baby?"

"Beth there's a difference between a doll and a baby-"

"Yeah, one breathes…or it will until it gets near me and I let dad run over it!" Quinn laughed a little as she pulled Beth into the hall and down on a bench, stroking her cheek as she smiled.

"Beth, you know you'll have you father and I there to help. You'll have Balen, Kurt, Jacob, even Finn and Rachel are excited, they showed up just to scream about it!"

"But I need to be able to do this on my own mom, I'll have to one day."

"And you will, when you're ready Beth, but don't put all this pressure on yourself."

"I'm just scared ya know? Of the whole thing." Quinn smiled even wider as she wrapped her arm around Beth, pulling her closer and resting her head on her shoulder.

"Beth so was I," Quinn assured her, "I mean you spend nine months, nine long months stretching and expanding, having your body do the most awful and sometimes unbelievable things ever. And then one day, after all this bloating and growing, you have to do more pushing and contracting then your body can handle. It hurts, it burns and you pray to God that you don't burst into two. And just when you think you can't handle it anymore and that you'll combust everything changes suddenly and they hand you this thing, this thing you've been carrying for nine months. It's wet and squirmy and covered in God knows what, and it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen in your entire life. It's in that moment, when you're holding your baby for the first time that realize everything was worth it, and you feel what true love is for the first time. And you're happy because you finally have it and you're so scared because you don't want to lose it, that you'll do anything in the world to make sure they're ok. You walk through fire, you'd put yourself in front of death, anything and everything because for the first time it's not all about you, its about them and you love that." Quinn turned to face Beth as she rested her forehead against hers, wiping a tear from her own eye as she smiled.

"The rest of your life is gonna be spent scared Beth, because having a baby is like having your heart jump out of your chest and run around. You'll spend every minute of the day panicking and frightened of the what ifs and the might be's, but that doesn't make you a bad mom, it makes you the best mom, a mom who cares and a mom who loves. The life you make will always trump the one you live, and I know you'll be the most amazing mother but you can't give up on yourself ok? It won't be easy but it will be worth it." Beth threw herself in her mother's arms as she gripped her tightly, Quinn hoping it meant Beth was at ease with herself.

"I love you mama."

"I love you too Beth," she echoed as she pulled back, wiping a few loose locks away as she smiled, "I promise everything will be alright sweetie."

"I know it will," Beth nodded, Quinn about to speak again when loud noises erupted into the hall.

"And don't come back! Not a one of you!" Puck, Balen, and Finn came flying down the hall as Kurt, Jacob and Rachel followed behind, the six of them blushing profusely as they all scrambled to get out of the building.

"What the hell happened?" Quinn asked puzzled, Puck quickly yanking on her arm as Balen got Beth.

"Baby doll I think you're mama might have to show you how to breathe," Puck called to Beth as they sped out of the building, "'Cause I don't think you'll be going back."

"What? What did you do?" Quinn asked as she eyed Puck and Finn.

"Well Finn got riled up and started throwing plastic babies at St. Fuck off-"

"Only 'cause you told me too!"

"I didn't actually think you'd do it bro!"

"Well…fuck."

"I can't believe you Puck! I can't believe you would do this!"

"What? I got Finn's back!"

"Hell yeah!"

"Not gonna lie Finn that was-that was rather impressive."

"Are you serious?"

"Really Rach? You're not mad?"

"I mean seeing you stand up for me and fight for me, I-well, I'm impressed."

"These two fuckers-"

"Come on Quinn, Rachel's getting off on it!"

"Shut up!"

Quinn stopped Beth mid step before they got to the car and pulled her aside from the others, sighing in exhaustion as she rested her hands on her shoulders.

"And then sometimes Beth, the baby you end up raising isn't the baby you gave birth to at all."