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Chapter 8

I Dreamed a Dream

I took a few quick shallow breaths. The ground was almost falling from underneath me. I quickly looked her in the eyes, and forced the words from my mouth.

"Quinn... I'm your daughter."

Quinn's face flooded with shock.

"Umm... Why... Why don't you guys come on in?" she offered. I nodded.

"Sure." I said, to be polite.

I walked inside, Rachel in front of me.

"Would, um, you guys like some water?" Quinn asked, still shocked.

"No thank you." Rachel and I both said in unison.

"Okay. Well, go ahead and take a seat on the couch." she offered.

"So... What brings you two here?" Quinn asked.

"I... felt the need to meet my biological parents." I explained.

What am I doing here? I asked myself when I realized I really didn't have a good answer for Quinn's question.

"Well..." Quinn said, fixing her black quarter sleeve shell. I realized that she was wearing all black. Maybe she was in mourning... I heard that she and Puck were married, but I wasn't quite sure. "Well, you're here, now what?"

"Well... I was hoping..." I started, but was quickly interrupted.

"Hah. The child that ruined my life, full of hope. What a joke." she muttered.

"I don't understand..." I said quietly. I was hurt.

"I didn't understand either when my reputation was trashed after I gave birth to you." Quinn growled at me.

"I... I..." I stuttered.

"That's right. You don't know what to say." Quinn snarled.

"Quinn, stop. She just wanted to meet you and Puck. She just found out that she'll never be able to meet him. Cut her some slack" Rachel butted in.

"Cut some slack... Same thing my people told me when Puck cheated on me after I gave birth to this thing right here." said Quinn.

"Beth is NOT a 'thing'." Rachel started yelling. "Beth is one of the best people that I've ever met. It's not her fault her mother was a cheating free for all. In fact, how she's related to a thing like you is a mystery." Rachel quickly looked at me. "Common Beth, let's go."

Rachel stormed past me, and exited through the door. I looked at Quinn, and she looked at me. I stood up off the slightly worn couch, and started walking toward her.

I hugged her, and quickly let go.

A tear fell down her cheek. I quickly wiped it away.

"I don't know you that well, but I love you. I'll be praying for you." I said, then turned my back, my throat closing once again.

I turned around once more.

"I really do hope that you don't hate me like that." I paused. "That deep down you love me the way my father did." I turned toward the door, quickly trying to escape.

"I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when hope was high and life worth living. I dreamed that love would never die, I dreamed that God would be forgiving" Quinn sang.

"Then I was young and unafraid, and dreams were made and used and wasted. There was no ransom to be paid. No song unsung, no wine untasted" I followed

"But the tigers come at night" Quinn sang with such emotion, it was amazing.

"But the tigers come at night" I mimicked weakly.

"With their voices soft as thunder, as they tear your hope apart"

"As they tear your hope apart"

"And they turn your dream to shame" We sang together.

"And still I dream she'll come to me" I sang. "That we will live the years together, but there are dreams that cannot be, and there are storms we cannot weather."

We started singing together. Something I will never forget.

"I had a dream my life would be so different from this hell I'm living, so different now from what it seemed. Now life has killed the dream, I dreamed."

"I love you Beth. So much. I'm so, so sorry." Quinn said quietly, tears falling from her face. I also could feel small water droplets making warm lines down my face.

"I love you too mom." I said, walking away. Turning my back on the mother I would never again meet. The one I never again wantedto meet.