Chapter Eleven:

A/N: I struggled to arrive at an accurate age for Beth. I think she should be twenty if my timeline's correct but for the storyline she needs to be younger. It's Glee who cares about continuity? This is quite a short chapter. I wanted to keep it intense and straight to the point.

I want to thank quam314159 and Mandy_Hale for their positive reviews!

Quinn was rooted to the spot. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. "I...I...what?" She finally uttered. "You're my mother" Beth repeated.

"I think you'd better come inside" Quinn said, inviting her in.

"Quinn? Is everything ok?" She heard Sam shouting. Quinn and Beth walked into the lounge and immediately the three men stopped talking. "Guys, this is Beth" she said as they all stared at her and the unknown girl standing beside her. Blaine and Kurt rose from their seats, "We'll be going..." Blaine said. "Yeah we'll leave you to it. Take care. Don't worry we'll see ourselves out" Kurt added, ushering Quinn back into the lounge.

"Thanks guys, see you soon." Sam said. They waited until they heard the front door close. "I think we'd all better sit down." Sam instructed. Quinn moved to be by his side and held his hand tightly. "Beth I think you need to tell us everything" Quinn said. She watched her closely as Beth sat down on the couch.

"Eighteen years ago I was born and later adopted by Shelby Corcoran. This would woman would become my mother, people would say we looked similar and others would laugh when she'd tell them that I was her daughter. I never understood why people were laughing at her. I never understood until my seventeenth birthday. I received a birthday card in the post that was signed "Love Dad xxx" I questioned my mother about it because I'd never met my father. I didn't know who he was, what he did or even what he looked like. Finally my mother gave into my endless questioning and told me everything.

She told me how she'd put her own daughter up for adoption and that she longed for a child after that. She told me how meeting her teenage daughter, Rachel, your friend and my sister, that she wasn't what she expected. She knew that from then she wanted a baby, she wanted a fresh start. She told me that you were a friend of Rachel's who had fallen pregnant but didn't want to keep her baby.

She thought that everything would be perfect. She even kept the name "Beth" that my father had picked out for me. She told me that every year on my birthday a card would arrive with the location stamp of Lima. She'd hide it before I saw it, just to keep the truth at bay for longer, to protect me for longer." Beth explained. Sam looked at Quinn who was staring at Beth.

"So why are you here now?" Sam asked pointedly. Quinn had noticed that during her "story" Beth had never stopped holding her stomach. "I needed to meet my mother, my real one..." she trailed off. Sam and Quinn stared at her to continue. Quinn had a feeling she knew where this story was leading. "I...I...I'm...pregnant" she finally muttered. They both just stared at her expressionless.

"My mother kicked me out..." She'd finally broken down. Quinn moved from Sam's side and held Beth tightly. Quinn knew that when she held Beth it had felt right. Just like it had the first and only other time she'd held her, straight after she was born. Quinn comforted Beth and slowly her tears stopped. "Is there anywhere you can stay?" Quinn asked. Slowly Beth shook her head.

"There's a motel down the road, stay there for a night or two. Sam and I need to discuss some things just before we decide what to do." Quinn told her. Beth smiled and nodded her head. She rose from the couch and gave Quinn a hug. Quinn walked her to the door silently. She waved as she walked off and then quietly Quinn closed the door, locked it and returned to the lounge.

Quinn looked at Sam for support. He just stared at the floor. "Sam?"

"Hmmm?" He replied, not taking his eyes off the floor.

"What are we going to do?"

"We?"

"Yes, we. We face everything together, we always have and we always will."

"I assumed that this is between you and Puck. She's your daughter."

"That's true, but Sam, you're my husband. Larry is my son. You're my family. I need you Sam. I need you more than you know." Quinn pleaded. Sam's head turned towards her.

"I'm here" He simply said.

"Thank you" She replied before kissing him softly.

Quinn didn't get much sleep that night. She tossed and turned trying to get comfortable before giving up. She crept out of bed quietly and opened the balcony door. She snuck out and lay on the cold floor of the balcony. She stared up into the blackness of the night and sighed. She heard Sam let out a quiet snore inside and it made her smile. She closed her eyes but sleep wouldn't come. She breathed deeply allowing the cool night air to try and clear her head. The night air momentarily allowed her to relax. As she crept back into bed, she let out a small shiver. "Feel better?" Sam whispered. "No" she simply sighed.

"Don't worry, we'll get through this. Just like we get through everything. It's not going to be easy, I don't believe for a second it will be. Quinn, trust me when I say we'll be ok." He whispered as he pulled her close trying to warm her body up. "Sam, I love you" she whispered. He pulled her closer and Quinn knew that he was silently telling her he loved her back. He always knew what to say. He always made her feel better.