My eyelids fluttered slowly opened. My hair was all over my face. The sound of noisy snow plows on the street gurgled in my ears. I felt dazed, like I just woke up from a killer hangover. There were unfamiliar surroundings. Rock band posters, blown out candles on the nightstands. Then the memories of last night rushed into my mind like a flood. I smiled. My bare body was wrapped up in his sheets and I wrapped it tighter around me, the chills crawling up my spine. Puck was gone. I grabbed a blue button down from his closet and buttoned myself in it. I went downstairs and I saw Puck, staring at a pile of mail. But I was too happy to really get his expression. I wrapped my arms around his neck from behind kissed his cheek. "Good morning." I said, chipper as I felt.

As soon as he saw me he smiled. "You seem happy."

My lips stretched into a grin. I sat next to him and said, "I had a great time last night."

He smirked. "Yeah, me too." I sat next to him. He put his arm over my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. His skin burned with warmth and I spotted the pile of mail he was frowning at a minute ago. I picked one up and said, "What's this?" He looked at it for a second and looked into my eyes. A moment ago he was happy just as I was and now, he was dead serious. "It's…it's for us." He opened it and there was a folded letter in there. I looked at it, not sure what I was looking at. "It was from…from Shelby." Shelby? That meant one thing. Beth. I slowly opened the note; feeling my heart beat slowly and thumping in my ears. Puck curled his hand around mine and it calmed me down a little. Beth was part of my life for only about two minutes. Two minutes, I held her in my arms, feeling swelled up with joy. The pain was gone. Nine months conceived with her and I never saw someone so beautiful in my life and just like that she was whisked away. Given to Shelby Corcoran. It was selfish but it was the right thing to do. I wasn't ready for motherhood. I was completely shut off from her life from the very moment I gave her to Shelby. There were no notes, letters, nothing.

This was the very first time that I got to hear from her and I didn't know how to feel about it. My fingers traced the smooth edges of the letter and at first I didn't think this was real. The night with Puck, my break up with Sam, the Halloween Dance…but it was. I held my breath as soon as I opened it.

Dear Puck and Quinn,

This is my first time to ever write to you and honestly, I'm not really sure what I feel. First of all, I want to say Merry Christmas and I hope that things have been going great for you two. Things have happened since you gave Beth to me and as you know we live in New York now. Lived is the exact word. I'm not sure how to put it in words but I'll do the best I can. Things haven't been as smooth as I planned. I've quit my stints on Broadway to take care of Beth and she's been doing good. The problem is, when you have a child, money becomes an obligation and my Broadway income has decreased the more I take my time to take care of Beth. I decided to take matters into my own hands. With not a lot of money and not a lot of time, I began work as a singing waitress at a bar near our apartment to keep an eye on Beth. We were able to survive for a few months and then they replaced me with a much younger and more attractive girl in order to gain more customers. They deemed that I was too old and I was forced to quit. I had several odd jobs and soon I couldn't pay for rent. I moved in with my alcoholic cousin who ran a beauty salon. It worked for a few weeks and then I couldn't take it. We were miserable. She often had parties and it turned chaotic. The thing is I want to move back to Ohio and maybe work as a teacher in McKinley. It's a long shot but I have enough money to go back there. I know that being back in your lives means more trouble but it could work. Maybe I could move in with Will or maybe with one of my colleagues and it's a chance to see her. To see Beth. Think about it.

Shelby

I was struck. She was just like Rachel. She managed to make the letter about her even though it was about Beth. "She sounds desperate." Puck said, breaking the silence. My mind seemed to reel back and forth from the time I held Beth in my arms, the first time Puck said he loved me and the moment I gave Beth away. "She is desperate." I said, I couldn't really think. Puck had his head in his hand and he said, "What are we gonna do?"

"I seriously don't know."

"We can't just let them suffer out there in New York."

I was so confused. I wanted Beth here but at the same time I didn't. I didn't want my life to change. It was perfect just the way it is. "I don't want her here." It slipped out.

"What do you mean?"

"We can't. Everything's just fine without them Puck and we don't need them to change that." I protested. His expression was blank. "I mean, life's just great without them here. We have each other and all we need to do now is survive another year at McKinley and we have our futures ahead of us. We can't let them ruin that."

"Don't you think that's a little selfish?"

"What?"

"They need a home. Beth needs a home."

"I know that." Then, after awhile I said, "This is so…"

"Weird?"

"Yeah." Puck started cracking his knuckles. "I think…I think we should eat breakfast before dealing with this. Maybe some Eggos would help clear all this shit." I smiled. We went to the kitchen where he toasted some Eggos. He threw on some coffee and bacon. We both ate in silence, smiling at each other from time to time. Then his eyes lit up and he said, "Do you know what day it is?" I raised my eyebrow. "What?"

"Merry Christmas Quinn." He smirked and made his way toward me and kissed my forehead. "Merry Christmas to you too." Breakfast was finished and he skipped to his room. I sat on the couch, thinking about the letter. Puck came back from his room he had something in his hand. He sat beside me and said, "Um, since it's Christmas…I…it's kind of…I just wanted to give you this." He pulled out a silver heart-shaped locket. "Where'd you get this?"

He looked sheepish. "Um, I stole it from Tiffany's actually."

"Puck - " I started. I forgot what a badass he was. "No. Look inside. I'm not really confident that you'd like it." He said, as he put it on my neck, his fingertips touching my skin. I reluctantly opened it. Inside, was a picture of Beth. She was sleeping, her face like an angel. Her skin looked silky and untouched by human hands. Her cheeks were blood red. I couldn't stop the tears. She looked so peaceful. I instantly felt guilty. I did want her here. Instantly, Puck pulled me in his arms and I buried my face in his neck. He stroked my hair and said, "I'm sorry I gave you a sucky gift. I'll make it up to you."

"No. It's beautiful. Where'd you get the picture?"

"It was inside the letter."

"I'm sorry I didn't get you anything."

"Naw, it's okay."

"About the Beth thing…"

"Yeah?" Now he was enthusiastic.

"I think we can make it work."