Hello there :) FIRST-Thank you for picking MY story to read on this beautiful (enter day of the week here) day! Woo-hoo!
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"Papa Don't Preach"
Chapter 4
"The Gift"
(BETH'S POV.)
I heard applause from Kurt. I curtsied. He suddenly stopped, his eyes widening behind me.
"Hmm... That's odd." I thought. "He stopped clapping, but there's still applause."
I quickly turned around.
"Hello, Beth." Quinn said quietly, standing in the doorway, as my eyes focused on her.
I lost my breath. Kurt took the words I had from me.
"Quinn Fabray..." he said, his voice almost in awe.
"Quinn?" I asked, making sure. I avoided the temptation to pinch my self, to make sure she was here, and that this wasn't just some kind of crazy, wacked-out dream.
"Beth." she said, her eyes zeroing in on my stomach. I looked down, and my heart sank. I think I was already showing. She walked forward, and I swiftly took a step back.
"I'm not going to hurt you." she said flatly, stepping closer. I let my eyes glance at Kurt. I was sure that he would never allow me to be in a position where I was in danger. As Quinn stepped closer, I saw a small purple bag tucked gently into her purse. Something glimmered on the side of it. Her eyes followed mine, and she pulled it out of her bag, and handed it to me. The glimmer had come from a shiny gold sticker which she had attached to the side of the gift bag. The gift bag couldn't have been any larger than the size of my hand. I pulled out a small box out of the bag, and inspected it.
"Open it." Quinn said quietly, a smile on her face.
I pulled the lid off, and pulled a small triangle shaped thing out. I looked at it closer, and upon examination, I found that it was a guitar pick. I looked a Quinn, as I gently rubbed the smooth plastic between my thumb and fore-finger.
"It was your fathers." Quinn said gently. "I swore I would keep it forever, but you need it more than me. It could be just a simple, small reminder of... your dad."
I looked at her, gripping the guitar pick tighter between my fingers. "Dad." I said softly. The man I would never be able to meet. I wasn't sure what possessed me to do what I did next.
I stepped closer to Quinn, and wrapped my arms around her, and I just let myself cry. The sweet smell of my real mother gave me a sense of 'this is where I belong. Here, in her arms'. She didn't push me away, or hesitate. She just held me tighter.
"Mom." I whispered, over and over again. The word just felt so perfect coming from my mouth at the very moment.
"My daughter." she whispered in return. I pulled away.
"Come with me to the living room." I offered, just so that Uncle Kurt could have some room to breathe.
We walked side by side, all the way down the hall.
I sat on the sofa, and Quinn sat on the love seat. The same one I had sat on when I first met Finn and Rachel.
"Oh!" Quinn said, remembering something. "I brought an extra little thing." she chuckled, handing me a small plastic, see-through box type thing. I grabbed it from her hand, and looked at it.
"Silly Bandz?" I asked. I hadn't worn one since I was six, when Mommy Shelby had bought me a twenty-four pack of the assorted animal kind. I opened the tiny box, and dumped out the contents in the palm of my hand. A princess, diamond ring, glass slipper, castle, magic wand, and tiara cluttered my hand.
"It's a princess pack. Puck and I saved it for when the day we'd meet our little princess." she said with a grin.
I laughed. "Thanks. It means a lot." I said, sincerely. A thought then suddenly struck me. "Hey Quin... Mom?"
"Yes?" she responded.
"..How exactly did you get in?" I asked, curious.
"The door was open. I knocked on the door, and it opened a crack." she said.
"Whoops." I muttered, remembering that I was the last one to come in, and I was the one who was told to lock the door behind me.
"Why did you come?" I asked, wondering. I immediately regretted it, because I knew I sounded just like her, the day we first met.
"My friend Mercedes told me that she had heard that you were... Pregnant." she said so quietly, it was merely a whisper.
"Aunt Mercedes?" I asked.
"Well, yes. Your 'aunt' Mercedes. I forgot you referred to the glee club as your family." she said, pursing her lips. I nodded.
"What did you come to tell me?" I asked, still curious. We hadn't spoken in, what, maybe five years?
"I came, not just to give you your fathers guitar pick, and some rubber bands, but I came to give the best thing I could offer." she took a small pause. "Advice... Beth, giving you to Shelby was the best thing that I could've done for you. But it was the worst thing ever for me. I was showered with constant reminders of your existence. For example, every day I would look at my stomach, and just stare at my stretch marks. But I was in no rush to get rid of them. I cherished them. They were the only proof that you were real." she quietly admitted, a tear gathering at the corner of her eye.
"So, what are you saying?" I asked.
"Keep the baby." she said simply, the tear dropping, leaving a stream of mascara in its wake.
I nodded. "I was planning on it." I said, forcing a small grin.
"Good." she said, grinning too.
"What was the worst part?" I asked. "Or like, the worst reminder of 'baby's'?"
She gave it an amount of thought. Then it suddenly hit her. "Rachel's pregnancy was probably the worst reminder of you."
"Rachel's pregnancy!" I asked, shock clear as glass in my voice.
"Oh that's right..." she said, clearly regretting it. "Rachel... doesn't like to talk about it."
"Tell me." I asked, extremely curious.
"Fine." Quinn said, giving in. "But you CANNOT, under ANY circumstances tell Rachel. that I told you." she said.
I nodded, understanding.
"Alright. It all started senior year. Rachel and Finn came back from Summer break, William McKinney High's most perfect couple, as always."
*Flashback.* (IN QUINN'S POV)
It felt like my blatter was about to burst as I bounced up and down in my chair, waiting for the perfect opportunity to go up to Mr. Simpson and excuse myself from his science class.
"And that, my friends, is the lifecycle of a germ." he said. I could've cared less. I practically ran up to his desk when he finished his lesson on the sad little life of a germ.
"Mr. Simpson, I need to go to the bathroom.." I said, awkwardly. He nodded, and just like that I was dismissed. I ran out to the hall, and saw Puck peering around the corner.
"Get to class Mr. Puckerman." a teacher screeched from across the hall. As he turned around to go back to class, his eyes met mine.
"What's going on?" I mouthed. He shrugged, and walked away.
I quickly took his spot, and began to look closely at what was going on around the corner. I saw Rachel and Finn talking in fierce, hushed tones in front of the nurse's office.
Rachel was crying. Ew.I thought. Stupid, boyfriend stealing, dramatic Rachel.
"Finn," she said, a pleading tone in her voice. "I can't have a baby." she said, more tears running down her face.
Baby? I wondered.
"Rachel, I won't let you hurt him." he growled.
"How do you know it's a boy?" she asked, a certain gleam suddenly appearing in her eyes.
He smiled, his signature all-American, apple pie, smile that made me melt inside whenever I saw it.
"Fine." Rachel said. "Were going to keep him." she whispered, smiling.
*END FLASHBACK*
I just stared at Quinn, unbelieving, at the story she just told me.
"It was about, I wanna say three months after that when she got into that nasty car accident, and she lost the baby." Quinn finished.
"Wow." I said, at a loss for words.
"Yeah... Well, I think I better get going, Hun."
I nodded, and we both stood.
"Quinn?" we both heard, out attentions flickering to the direction of the voice.
Finn was standing in the hallway, practically peering out at us, scratching his eye.
"Oh my god." he breathed. "Quinn Fabray."
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