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Just as Quinn was placing the phone back, Judy quietly opened the door and stuck her head in to look at her daughter. Seeing that she had finished the phone call she brought herself in and stood opposite Quinn.
"Did they tell you?" she asked. In reply Judy got a delicate nod from the girl who was sat shocked on the stool.
"Do you know what you might do?"
Quinn looked at her fingernails then looked up at her mother. "I really don't know. I mean, I just got asked if I want my baby back. A child I've only seen for a millisecond since she was born. How can I make this decision?" Quinn looked around the room; the kitchen was so neat and so clean, as it always was. Was there really a place for a one year old here? Would she even still live here if she had Beth? She sighed.
"I don't know, mom. I really have no, no clue." Quinn pushed herself up and began to walk out the kitchen and to her room. On her way out, however, Quinn paused and turned to her mother who was still stood there, at loss with what to say.
"Thank you" And with that Quinn placed a kiss on Judy's cheek, something Quinn could never remember voluntarily doing, and trudged upstairs to the privacy of her room.
Quinn flopped down onto her bed and tried, in a somewhat vain attempt, to figure things out in her head and get closer to a decision she felt she would never be able to make. Time went by but she did not know how long. She just led there, thinking.
Finally, Quinn felt herself move. She managed to reach over to her bedside table and grab her phone from where it had been silently laying. Rolling onto her back she unlocked her phone and began to scroll through her contacts. Quinn didn't know whether her mind knew she would call this particular person or if it were just a spur of the moment decision but before she knew it she was greeting the person on the other end of the line.
"Puck? It's me. I'm sorry I didn't know who else to call" Quinn felt herself breaking apart, she tried to fight it but then she heard the voice on the other end. It was so caring, so sweet and she could hold it in no longer.
"Quinn? What's wrong? Tell me what happened."
"It's Beth"
"Beth." He paused when he said the word. Quinn could hear the lovingness in his voice when he spoke of their daughter but she could also hear the worry of what could have happened. In that moment Quinn thought that she should have given Puck more of a say in what to do with Beth when she was born; he could have been a good father.
"What… what happened to her? Is she okay? Are you okay?" he asked, the concern straining his voice.
"Puck?"
"Yeah? You can tell me Quinn."
"They're asking me if I want her back… if we want her back actually."
"Oh wow. Oh. Did you make a decis-"
"No, I don't know what to do. She's ours but we… we gave her up for a reason right?" Quinn stopped talking and sighed, glancing around her room. Her eyes landed on her clock; "Oh crap! It's really late, I… I didn't realise. Sorry i'll leave you…"
"No!" Puck almost shouted before lowering his voice again, "I mean, I don't mind honestly…"
She replied with a silent nod into the dim light of her bedroom and that is how they stayed; silent. Quinn rolled onto her side and snuggled her face into the pillow, cradling the phone gently to her ear.
After a while of just listening to his breathing she broke the stillness with a question. "Puck, do you think I'd make a good mom?"
"Hell yes! A good one and a hot one." Quinn gave a little laugh at that and then heard him continue with a more serious tone. "No seriously Quinn, you're the most caring, loving, gentle person I've ever met, you'd be perfect"
"Thanks." She half whispered feeling a smile on her face and realising this conversation had let some of the pressure of this decision off her shoulders.
With a much lighter tone Puck joked, "Now this isn't just me trying to hit on you, Quinn. I know trouty mouth got his dibs on you… though I still think you're a MILF."
"Well thanks… I guess. And for the record you'd make a good father, a really, really good one."
The conversation went on a little while and then they said their goodbyes and hung up. Once he was gone Quinn looked at the clock again. It really was late; she must have been lying there for ages before the phone call. She snuggled into her bed and let her mind run over everything.
Puck made the whole Beth situation seem so much easier to handle and she was feeling much more light hearted about everything and that in time she could make the best decision for herself, Beth, Puck and… Sam. Sam. Quinn sighed. She hated to think it because it made everything so much more complicated but he was a part of this and he deserved to know what was going on.
Quinn began to feel her eye lids droop and she decided that all these decisions could be made tomorrow and that hopefully it would be an easier task in the light of a new day. Quinn doubted it though, she felt that these next few days would present quite a lot of stress.
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