Chapter 6: A very Finchel Christmas

Oh the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Beth's eyes were glued on the TV screen as The Christmas Special that the members of New Directions made years ago. Blaine and Kurt were giddy onscreen, and so was Rachel, wearing that Vintage Audrey Hepburn-ish thing. Beth drank some Sparkling Cider, "Look at you guys," She muttered. Rachel laughed, "Oh, those were the days…" "Believe me, she's still like that," Finn quipped. Rachel nudged him. "Oh, don't believe Finn," Rachel said, "Quinn didn't join us, though," She said, "Killjoy!" She joked. "Why didn't you join?" Beth asked Quinn. Quinn shrugged, "Just not my thing, I guess…" "She was just trying to get back to herself then," Puck said, "Quinn was going through a lot at that point." "Yeah, that year was tough," "Almost all of High School was tough," Puck looked at Quinn and squeezed her hand. He then turned to look at Beth, "But look at your mom now," Beth squirmed a bit at the word "mom". "I mean," Puck said, "Look at Quinn. She's gone through it all so well." "I didn't do it alone," Quinn said, "Sometimes, we all need someone to lean on." "Oh my God!" Rachel quipped, "Do you remember when we sang "Lean on me" for you and Finn?" "Rach, that's…awkward," Quinn said. "Oh, oh, sorry, it's just…my hormones," Rachel smiled. "Hormones?" Puck said, "What's up with your hormones?" "Oh, I forgot you and Beth still didn't know," Rachel said. "Know what?" Beth asked. "I'm pregnant!" Rachel exclaimed. "Oh my God," Beth muttered, "Wow…congrats…" "I'm gonna name her Yentl…or oh, Quinnie, I already thought of a name for a boy…It's Fiyero, you know, from Wicked." "Hey! You don't get to decide on that," Finn joked. "Come on, this kid's gonna be spectacular!" Quinn and Puck were laughing. It seemed like everyone was happy, and Beth felt like…like maybe it was wrong. That maybe they shouldn't be happy, because Shelby hasn't been gone for so long. And so she excused herself, stood up, and made her way to the backyard. Quinn followed her after a bit. "Anything wrong?" Quinn asked. "This," Beth said, looking at her. "What do you mean?" "Look, I appreciate this, okay? You, and Rachel…trying to create this family, including me…And I am happy she's pregnant, I'm happy for her and Finn, but don't you think it's a little too early to be happy?" "Beth, it's Christmas." "And my mom's not around. Shelby's not around." "Beth," "I'm sorry," Beth said, "But I'm not so sure that…this could work." Quinn nodded her head, "You wanna go home?" "Can I go somewhere else first?" "Where?" "To Shelby's grave." Quinn took a deep breath, and nodded her head, "Maybe we should all come with you." "But—" "No one's spending Christmas alone," Quinn said, "Come on." And for the first time, Beth allowed Quinn to hold her hand, and they walked back inside the house, together.