Puck watched as Quinn began to frantically place all her belongings in a suitcase. He wanted to grab her and beg that she stop, but Puck knew it would make no difference. Quinn had made up her mind. She was leaving him.

It shouldn't have come to much of a surprise; their relationship had been failing for months. Puck blamed himself. He never was sensitive enough to how Quinn felt. Tears were burning his eyes. It was taking all he had to not let them fall, but he wasn't going to cry over her – not again. Quinn was wiped sweat from her brow; a frown placed on her beautiful face. She was finally checking out of this toxic relationship. "All you ever do is walk away, Quinn."

She turned around and dropped the clothes in her hands. "How dare you blame me for this, Noah."

Puck flinched. She only called him Noah when they were in the middle of a heated confrontation. A fight was the last thing Puck wanted, but he desperately wanted to hold on to her a little bit longer. "You are always so afraid to open up with me again."

"I can't have a baby with you." Her voice was soft, but firm.

That was what it came down to. What it always came down to. Puck wanted a baby so badly it hurt, but Quinn opposed the idea from the beginning. Quinn still longed for Beth – the child they had to give up. It never occurred to Puck that he was being insensitive. He just wanted to feel whole again.

"We need to move on from this, Q. I can't keep fucking remembering her." Puck was crying now. There was no point hiding the emotions that had built up for 6 years. He would always have to live with the fact that his baby girl was out there and he was not a part of her life.

Quinn stopped what she was doing and placed her hand affectionately on his tear stained cheek. "I'm sorry I can't give you a baby," She placed her duffle bag over her shoulder. "I have to go now."

Puck grabbed her arm and pulled her into his body. They had always fit together perfectly; her small frame a perfect match for his muscular body. "I won't ever stop loving you, Quinn." He kissed her softly; savoring every memory of her lips.

Quinn made a sound – almost as if she was choking back heavy sobs. "I know."

She kissed his forehead and then turned around. Quinn never looked back. Puck can't remember how long he stood there; hoping she would walk back through the door

She never did.

Quinn did her best to never get attached to the infants she looked after, but sometimes it was too damn hard. She had placed herself in a rocking chair and began to soothe a fussy baby back to sleep. It was moments like this that Quinn wished she had kept her baby. Nothing was more comforting that rocking a baby to sleep; protecting them from all that was evil in the world. Quinn was exhausted. She volunteered to work overtime. Hell, she needed the money.

Lately, she had been thinking a lot about Beth. Her 13th birthday would be arriving soon. Quinn had to smile even if it broke her heart. Had it really been thirteen years she had given birth? She wanted to write a letter or something, but Quinn was unsure about how Shelby would feel.

Quinn had been wrestling with this idea for weeks. Would she be overstepping her boundaries if she wrote Beth a letter? Shelby never said she was against an open adoption. Quinn just stayed away for the sake of Beth. Maybe now would be the right time to let Beth know how she felt and how much she was loved?

Quinn looked down at the sleeping baby in her arms. It felt like yesterday she was holding her baby girl for the first time; never wanting to let her go. It was decided. Quinn was going to write her baby a letter. It would probably take Quinn a week to write.

There was so much she needed to say.

Puck was aware of what date was coming up. Beth's birthday was only a few short weeks away. She would be 13. Puck had to laugh, he could remember being 13. He was a real pain in the ass. Puck wanted to do something special for Beth. It probably would never reach her – Puck wasn't sure how Shelby was.

He wanted for Beth to know how much he still loved and thought about her. Puck remembered the song he sang for Quinn and decided to make a CD of him singing it for his baby girl's birthday.

Hopefully, Shelby would allow Beth to hear it and she would come to understand the love he had for her. Puck had closed himself off since his divorce with Quinn, but he would never be afraid to show his emotion to the only other girl he had ever loved.

"Beth I hear you callin'..."

Puck could barely get out the first note before his voice began to crack. This song meant so much to him, and he hoped Beth understood the meaning. It wasn't just the name of the song, but what it meant to him.

"But I can't come home right now…"

He never could be there for her. At least, not in the way his baby girl deserved. Before Beth was born, Puck would dream about the life he would give her; even if it was farfetched. It didn't matter, as long as they had each other.

"Me and the boys are playin'…"

Puck always did play games. Partly why Quinn had broken it off so many times. Maybe if he was the stand up guy from the beginning, they could have kept Beth?

"Just a few more hours and I'll be right home to you…"

God, how he wished he could be there. Puck knew he was missing out on an amazing girl. If she was anything like Quinn, well he knew she was incredible. Puck had so many memories of her before she was born. Listening to her heartbeat for the first time, seeing an ultrasound picture, and feeling her kick; those were the moments Puck had to treasure.

"I think I hear them callin'. Oh, Beth what can I do?"

Everything was against them being together. Age, money, and every fucking detail Puck couldn't make perfect. Tears were streaming down his face as he sang for his girl. It was hard to get through the words, but Puck made sure he finished.

"You say you feel so empty. That our house just ain't our home…"

He hoped that Beth felt at home wherever she was. Puck wanted her to have the best possible life, and that was all he could hope for.

"I'm always somewhere else and you're always there alone"

He never realized how much he loved her until he sang this song again. Puck rarely let himself open up, but everything was different now. He was a father – even if he didn't get to raise his baby girl.

"Just a few more hours

And I'll be right home to you
I think I hear them calling
Oh Beth what can I do
Beth what can I do"

Puck felt short of breath. Between the singing and the crying – he could barely keep it together. But he knew that he had to finish.

"Beth I know you're lonely
And I hope you'll be alright
'Cause me and the boys will be playing all night"

In the end, all Puck wanted was for Beth to feel at home. He wanted her to feel like she belonged, something he never got to experience. Puck wanted to say more – maybe a few words, but nothing seemed fitting. The song would have to say it all.

And it did.