It had been a very long day and all Quinn wanted to do now, as she arrived back home from school, was crawl into bed.

The day had started with Spanish class and that happened to be the only class where she sat next to Sam. To say Quinn had been dreading the hour would have been an understatement. She had been early, having not been in the mood to make conversation with anyone out in the hallways before class, so she had settled herself down and waited for the arrival of her maybe boyfriend and Mr Schue. The first to enter the room was the latter and he imminently began the lesson.

"Buenos días, vamos a hablar acerca de las fiestas. Fuimos a la playa" he had started the lesson by saying whilst indicating with his hands for the class to repeat the end statement. Half the class had mumbled the words whilst the other half had just moved their lips in a vain attempt to appear like they were participating.

"Otra vez! Fuimos a la playa!" he'd said again in a louder tone which had got a lousy response of just a few more students mumbling the phrase. In all of this Quinn had sat there and had silently moved her lips while her eyes had subtly kept a watch on the door so they would not miss the arrival of a certain missing boy.

The whole hour had gone by and Sam hadn't showed. Quinn had just sat there absentmindedly for the whole lesson, repeating phrases when necessary and writing down verbs when told but not really caring for what was being taught.

Quinn didn't know how she felt about his absence at the time. A part of her was relieved he was a no-show because she didn't want to experience another fight or have that awkward silence between them that she hated so much but part of her was disappointed she didn't get to see him, to sit by him. No matter how angry she was at him, Quinn still loved his beautiful smile, his kindness, his ability to listen, his cute lips, his hilarity, his avatar obsession and dare she say it, his ridiculous impressions. She just couldn't help that she missed him.

Despite all that, however, Quinn still refused to be the first one to break the awfulness between them. She was not the one who had gone off yelling in the hallway for no good reason so she was determined to wait for him, no matter how much it killed her.

For the most part, the rest of the day had been pretty similar with no sightings of Sam at all. That was until she was walking to her car in the parking lot. She had been strolling along whilst texting Rachel, who had taken yet another day off, when she had accidently bumped into someone.

"Oh! Sor-" she had began before looking up and realising the person was none other than Sam Evans. For a moment he just looked at her face with no expression at all, not letting her know how he was feeling, what he thought about her. In a rushed kerfuffle of words she made her mouth blurt something out just so she wouldn't be stood there with him staring a hole in her head.

"Sorry, I, uh, I was just texting, um, Rachel" she waved her phone in her hand to help make sense of her words and immediately realised her mistake once she had said it.

"Rachel, huh?" he paused, "Figures." Sam then brushed past her and walked away, seemingly hardly affected but leaving a very bothered and saddened girl behind.

She had then driven home, without finishing her text to Rachel, and was now unlocking the front door with one thing in her mind; snuggling up in bed. Seemingly, however, Judy didn't grasp on the fact that Quinn wanted to do nothing right now except go up to her room. As soon as Quinn was approached in the lounge by the person in question, she blessed the day when her mother learnt the skill of realising when people wanted to be left alone; much needed in the current situation.

"Quinny." Judy said while taking the Cheerio's jacket out of her daughters hands; a force of habit.

"Hi Mom. Can this wait? I'm really tired." Quinn replied in a very drowsy tone and as she said this she took back the jacket from where it was now folded over her mother's arm.

"It could wait... But it's fairly important and I think you would appreciate knowing this information. Come." Not really giving Quinn a choice, Judy led the way into the kitchen where she picked up a piece of paper off the counter and turned around to face her daughter. "I got a call for you earlier and..." Judy was going to say what the call had been about but as she looked into Quinn's tired eyes and worn out face she decided that letting Quinn see the notes she had made would probably be best for the both of them, "... I wrote down what they said. It took a lot to get them to agree to tell me but I have my ways" she handed Quinn the paper but before letting go she said one last thing, "and Quinn, you don't have to make any decisions immediately."

When Quinn finally got a hold of that stupid piece of paper, she was beginning to get a little worried. Her mother never said things like that and it was leading her to believe that this was more than a call from a friend. She turned the paper over and saw her mother's hand writing scribbled all over it, appearing like she was in a rush to note everything down. She read the first line:

Adoption Agency

Just from that one line, Quinn's stomach got tighter. She decided to take a seat on one of the stools before carrying on reading. The rest of the notes were just short scribbles but she was determined to make sense of them, she had to know why they were contacting her.

Closest relative, best option for minor, Guardian Ad Litem's decision.

202-556-1212

Her mother had noted down an address at the bottom also as well as some additional scribbles she couldn't make sense of. Before the initial shock of what she seemed to gather they were saying washed over, she actually felt some love towards her mother. She had taken the time to take a phone call for her and write down the notes she had, even if they were hard to make sense of. Quinn was very grateful for that; she didn't think she'd have been able to get to the end of the phone call if she had taken it; the shock of it would have been too much.

That thought brought Quinn back to reality and suddenly the enormity of it became clearer to her. This call was concerning Beth, her daughter, the person she had thought about every day for a year and now Quinn was getting contacted. She couldn't believe it.

Suddenly Quinn didn't know what to do. Her head darted around, searching for something but she wasn't really sure what, she just needed to take an action. Finally she saw it; the phone. She walked over to it and it wasn't until she took it in her hand that she realised she was shaking. Quinn drew in a breath, shut the door for privacy, and somehow managed to punch the numbers of the adoption agency into the phone. Still with shaking hands, she lifted the phone to her ear and listened to the ringing.

After what seemed like an eternity of ringing, Quinn heard the shrill voice of a women on the other end. "Adoption Assessors. How can I help?"