Hey all! I come with another update. Lately, I have just been really inspired. I was wondering - if I start a series of one - shots can I trust you all to read and review? I'm always getting ideas for P/Q and I need to start writing them down! Well, I am going to stop keeping you from this story. I hope you enjoy, honestly. PLEASE PLEASE review. You have no idea how much it helps me.
Rachel held Quinn tightly as her friend sobbed. It had been a long time since Quinn had really let herself feel any pain. Rachel was glad that she could be there to comfort her friend. After Puck had finished the song – the song that brought back every painful memory – Quinn rushed out of the venue. There was no doubt in her mind that Rachel had to go after Quinn. That's what friends do.
It was a little past 1 in the morning and Quinn showed no signs of calming down. They sat on the curb outside the club, ignoring every onlooker. Rachel stroked Quinn's hair affectionately. She knew that comforted her.
There was such pain in Rachel's heart watching her friend suffer. Quinn was supposed to have the life everyone envied. It's funny how the universe always seems to do the exact opposite of what everyone expects. Rachel knew that Quinn had been pregnant and she also knew that Quinn lost the baby. After getting the call from Puck – Rachel knew to never mention it again.
"It's going to be okay, Quinn." Rachel told her confidently. She had no doubts. Quinn was always strong.
Rachel was usually very good with words and emotions, but at this moment – there was nothing to say. Quinn's heart had been shattered time and time again by some stupid boy who they all loved in high school. Rachel had no problem admitting the affection she felt for Noah at one time.
It was different for Quinn. Rachel watched them in high school – before and after Beth was born. Noah was a guard dog when it came to Quinn, especially during her pregnancy. It was as if she was a delicate flower – capable for breaking. He had to make sure that nothing ever happened to her. Rachel couldn't deny the feeling in her heart when she saw that.
Quinn's uncontrollable sobbing had now turned into a soft cry. At least they were making some progress. Rachel saw Quinn cry a lot in high school. After she had given the baby up – it was hard to adjust. People still saw her as the pregnant girl – even though the bump was long gone. Quinn didn't let it shake her confidence. She held her head up high and marched through the halls. She parted the Red Sea.
Even though she put on a front of strength – Rachel had walked in on one of her breakdowns. It was completely by accident. Quinn was sitting on the floor of the girl's bathroom – heavy sobs causing her body to shake. At first, Rachel waited; not sure if she should approach the girl. They never did get along.
In the end, Rachel felt that she needed to go sit with Quinn. Neither one of them spoke a word, but sat stoically and silently. Rachel grabbed Quinn's hand and held it tightly. The crying girl looked over at her enemy; shocked by the gesture of kindness. Quinn knew she didn't deserve it.
It was then that they became friends. It was different at first. They didn't roll with the same crowd, well besides the Glee kids. Despite their many differences – their friendship worked. Rachel understood the pain, even if the situation was a bit different.
Being who Rachel was – she constantly butted in Quinn and Noah's relationship. It wasn't on purpose; she just wanted to defend her friend. Rachel gave Noah credit when he deserved it, but she had no problem telling him to "shut it." Quinn would always smirk after Rachel assaulted Noah. Apparently she did a good job.
"I'm such an idiot." Rachel was surprised to hear Quinn's hoarse voice. She expected her to stay silent for hours.
"No, you aren't." She told her firmly. Quinn was the farthest from an idiot. She just fell in love with the wrong guy, or maybe the right guy – but the wrong time. "You have so much in your heart that you can't forget – that's not idiotic."
Quinn sniffled and wiped underneath her eyes. "I feel so guilty all the time – I didn't want a baby – "she was beginning to choke up again, so Rachel rubbed her back in comfort. "I was given one anyway and what happens? The minute I decide I really did want it – I lose it."
"That's not your fault, Quinn!" Rachel exclaimed. There was no way Quinn lived her life believing it was her fault she lost her baby. "Those things happen to women all the time – you couldn't control it."
The blonde laughed in spite of herself. "I should have wanted him more."
"Him?" Rachel questioned. She was sure it was too early when she lost the baby to know the sex.
Quinn smiled through her tear streaked complexion. "I just knew it was a boy," she bit her lip in thought. "Puck would have been so happy."
Rachel wasn't sure what to say – she was afraid of saying the wrong thing. Quinn just sat and contemplated her own thoughts for awhile. "Noah wrote you a beautiful song, Quinn."
"I know and I love it." Rachel knew Quinn wasn't lying. How could anyone hate such a beautiful song? It was personal and raw – something that Noah was usually very incapable of.
Quinn stood up from her place on the curb and wiped the dirt off her jeans. "Is it okay if I go back to your place? I don't want to be alone."
Rachel smiled and wrapped both arms tightly around her friend. "I called Finn hours ago and told him to prepare the guest room!"
Beth couldn't believe her week in New York City would soon be ending. It was everything she could have imagined. Everything would have been perfect, but one person was missing. Quinn didn't mention much about him – just that he had a hard time coping with the adoption. She tried to say he wasn't there because of it being too painful, but Beth didn't buy it.
There was so much emotion when Quinn talked about him – Beth knew he must been a special guy. Beth looked over at the clock and sighed loudly. It was the middle of the night and she had no desire for sleep. There was only a little bit of time left before she was back in Ohio and her parents became memories once again. "Beth I hear you callin'…" She sang softly to herself.
While Shelby was an amazing mom – there were moments Beth wished for her father – her daddy. She wanted the comfort of his arms when a boy would break her heart. Beth wanted her dad to teach her to dance – she wanted his care and protection more then anything.
"Just a few more hours and I'll be right home to you…"
Puck was pacing around his apartment; knowing that his chances of seeing Beth were slowly fading. He always preached that he would be a good father – but right now he was sucking. It terrified Puck that his baby girl wasn't a baby anymore. She might not want him. Admitting that feeling scared the shit out of me. He never loved a person so much – and it would kill if she didn't love him as well.
He walked over to the broken book shelf and grabbed a photo album. Rachel Berry made it for him one year – it was random, but once he opened the gift – he understood. Obviously, Quinn had no idea – because she would have freaked. It was an assortment of memories and pictures from the months Quinn was pregnant with Beth. There were ultrasound pictures – which still made Puck tear up. He also enjoyed the pictures of him and Quinn together – being as Kurt use to say "disgustingly cute."
After Quinn had moved in – they started to adopt a very domestic life. At the time, Puck was embarrassed to admit the schmuck he turned into. Honestly, Quinn had the ability to turn him into a puddle of goo. Every night as they watched TV – Puck would rub her feet and massage her back. Quinn always complained that her back killed. He enjoyed making her feel better.
Sometimes, when they would be laying down his hand would subconsciously rest on her stomach. When that first started to happen, Quinn would flinch, but as the months went by – she began to find comfort it.
Rachel was able to capture every important memory in this stupid scrapbook. Puck laughed out loud at some of the pictures – Quinn would sometimes get the biggest bitch face. That was his baby momma.
They were so close to experiencing that feeling again, but there was never the chance. Finding out Quinn was pregnant again was the greatest moment of his life. Finally, he would get the chance to be the father he always wanted. Sure, their relationship was rough, but a baby could help them realize how special life truly was.
The worst day of Puck's life was when he got the call. Quinn was in the hospital – there were complications – the baby didn't survive. Puck could remember the anger that built up in his chest. He grabbed his guitar and smashed it against the wall – crying out in protest. This was supposed to be their do over.
There was no other woman in the world Puck wanted to have a baby with. It was always Quinn and would always be Quinn.