(Finn's Point of view)

I was staring at my reflection in my connected bathroom when Flame's "Start over" came up on my playlist on Pandora.

Everybody's got a blank page

A story they're writing

Today

A wall that they're climbing

You can carry the past on your shoulders

or you could start over

My gaze dropped. The hurt resonated with me even more these days. I mean, I never met my father. What if when she grows up, she resents me for leaving her? What if she blamed me, hated me for not being in her life? I sighed. How could we give her up like that? Suddenly, that pain turned into anger.

"UUUHHHH!" I groaned as I slammed my fist on the sink. The mirror that was mounted on the wall shifted. Afraid that I'd break the mirror, I turned away and kicked the toilet instead. Instantly, my energy and anger diffused. The music came back to me, almost haunting me.

You could start over

I was desperate. I didn't care that I had plans that day. I needed some console. I needed closure.

I collapsed in bed fully dressed, to exhausted to do anything, but listen to the song.

Don't let your heart be troubled

Don't be afraid

To the broken hearted

Their wish is they,

Never been born

Never been torn

Never sin

Never disobeyed

I know you think there's no hope (nope)

But that ain't true, (Jesus saves)

I know you feeling regret

(Like I) brought this all on myself

(Like I) messed it up big time and this time I don't deserve God's help

(Thinking) how can God forgive me

After knowing what I did

After knowing that I hid from him and I stayed away and backslid

Jesus came for the sick

Jesus came for the weak

Jesus came to give good news and has set the captives free

Jesus came for the poor

Jesus came with the keys

Jesus came to remove the chains so the prisoners could be free

My stomach was stuck in my throat. I never was religious, the Grilled Cheesus was only a faze, but the overwhelming sense of peace that I had brought me to tears. I couldn't explain it, but in that moment, I knew that we made the right decision.

I knew that our little girl had a brighter future that we couldn't help her to get to. For a moment, I felt good. I could start over. I could get over this, and forgive Quinn, and I would. Mom was right. I had a shot, and football in college was my shot. More motivated than ever, I jumped out of bed, and washed my face.

So excited, I checked my phone, and redialed Rachel. Today was going to be a new day for the new Finn Hudson I thought.

…

(Anonymous Point of view)

I should've known that I would run into someone in Lima. It was such a small town. Ever since Puck and I finalized our arrangements, I decided to move to the outskirts of Lima.

Was it weird? Of course, but it was an adjustment that I was willing to make for Beth. You don't always get a second chance to live, but I liked to think that I did.

Naturally when I thought that, Rachel appeared before me. This time, she actually bumped into me when I was grabbing diapers for Beth.

"Shelby! Hi." She started. My mouth froze in between smiling and frowning. I should've known, I thought. Not a second later, she noticed the diapers.

"Are you babysitting?" She asked confused. My eyes closed. This was the moment I hoped to avoid.

"No." I said. I paused, watching her carefully.

"Oh. Okay, so why do you have diapers in your hand?" She asked, her voice unusually quiet.

My eyes dropped to the ground. My ears went hot. I'm not sure when the room started spinning, but it did. Rachel must have noticed my discomfort.

"Shelby?" She asked with a worried tone.

"It's for my God daughter." I said.

She shrugged

(Puck's Point of View)

The Sun's rays shone through my curtains at 7AM on the dot. Refreshed, I jumped up, and opened the glass sliding door. The air was clean, pure. It was graceful just like her. I sighed.

Quinn danced behind my eyelids as the wind swept over my shoulders.

Let her go.

My Jaw tensed as I headed back inside.

I leaned against the doorframe as my fingers found my Mohawk. It wouldn't get any easier taking care of Beth, but I had no regrets. I smiled when I thought of the first time last month that I held her in my arms. I'll never forget those eyes. They were Quinn's eyes. Suddenly remembering that I had to get Beth from Shelby at 10AM, I got dressed for the gym. Summer had officially started, but being a Father meant responsibility and longer shifts at the hospital. That was my reality, but not a bad one. I wouldn't be my father. I vowed it, and I would die by it.

Feeling proud, I brushed my teeth then grabbed my morning mug.

…

Somehow, I found myself parked not in front of the gym, but the barber. My body sort of had a mind of its own.

It wasn't until I looked in the mirror that I realized that the hawk was gone. I looked older, and clean. More mature even.

Satisfied, I left a tip before getting back on the road again.

I didn't know if I would ever make it to the gym, especially since I ended up in the parking lot of Mckinely High. A few cars trickled in soon after, I'm guessing for senior pictures. My hands found my pockets as I strolled the football field reliving memories.

I must have stood in one spot for an hour before I found a seat in the bleachers.

I imagined Finn and I playing Football, and Quinn cheering us on.

I pictured locking eyes with Quinn, distracting her from her cheer. I could hear the whistle blow when the play continued, and I saw myself turn away smiling.

All of a sudden, I heard Quinn's laugh as clear as day. It was too real. I couldn't have imagined that. I made the mistake of looking up, and there she was.

Quinn paused before fumbling with her car door. Maybe I was imagining things again, I thought until she locked eyes with me. Time stretched forever before my phone rang.

Startled, I dropped my phone under the bleachers. In my hassle to climb under and get it back I missed the call. The person left a voicemail though.

"Hey, Quinn reached out to me. She is going to stop by to see Beth for the first time today. I'll drop Beth off at your mom's later if that works."

My mouth dropped. Looking up, I realized that Quinn left. I sighed.

…

(Santana's point of view)

I was filing my nails down low when my doorbell rang.

I was home alone.

My mom took my abuela to some Broadway show in New York that reminded her of abuelo when he was alive. It was the sweetest thing, but personally I wasn't up for the journey.

Thankfully, my brother was with our dad for the week. He offered to take me too, but I didn't want to ruin the innocent image that my brother had of dad just yet. I wasn't interested unless it helped me get child support.

I shrugged remembering the door when it buzzed again. Tempted to leave it, I dragged myself over to answer it against my will.

"Hey Love." I said to a clean shaved Puckerman.

….

(Puck's Point of view)

I stood there on Santana's porch waiting with my eyes closed. I sighed as my daydreaming took over.

I picture her biting her lip blocking the doorway, when mine find hers. She'd hesitate for a second before responding.

Her arms would caress the back of my neck drawing me in closer. Impatient, my hips would thrust into hers. A slight moan would leave her lips as my mouth trails over to the sweet spot between her neck and shoulders. Her breath would be quick, short. She'd grow weak as I fiddle with her shirt before her doorbell would ring again.

"Hey Love." Santana said cutting into my imagination.

My cheeks flushed a soft pink before I cleared my throat. I hugged her.

"I brought your favorite. Wings, Ice cream and liquor." I said headed straight for the kitchen.

"You do love me?" She faked.

I smirked as she reached for my boneless barbeque. Not shortly after, she discovered my side of fries.

I sighed.

"San..those are mine."

"Oh yeah?" She smirked as she walked away with the whole thing of fries. I should've known that what's yours is your best friend's but that didn't stop me from chasing her around the house and tickling her.

….

(Quinn's Point of view)

It was 8:48PM when I tip toed into my room.

I didn't want to run into Mom and have to suffer through her paint options for the living room. Dad was working late again, and Mom was planning to redecorate the whole house. She called it 'a new chapter.' I thought nothing of it until I saw Beth, and then it all made sense. She wanted the memories with my pregnancy to fade. She wanted to put it all behind us and start over probably to brag about it to the new neighbors.

I sighed sensing a headache coming on.

I met Beth for the first time since I gave her up. She was adorable. She looked just like him. I couldn't dare to mention his name even in my thoughts. It hurt too much. I already decided that since I added a strain to his relationship with Finn that I would stay away and pretend that we never knew each other.

It was for the best.

Besides, there wouldn't be a round 2. I wouldn't get pregnant again, and I wouldn't need to worry if he's cheating on me with my girls. Somewhere along the lines, my vision blurred. This time around, I let the tears fall as I jumped in the shower and let the hot water run.

I gave her up the same time that I stopped fighting for him.

Everything that matters about school, cheerios, the glee club was now worthless. It was just me going through the motions, me begging to be as far as possible from them. It was me wishing tohave one more day with them, and to have a life that I choose and one that my parents would accept. I just wanted to be happy. But I guess in my world 'happy' would only come if I made it about me for a while. I shut the water off and immediately ran for some pen and paper.

Beth,

I tapped the pen before scribbling out her name and crumpling up the paper.

Quinn,

I glanced at the clock. 10:05PM. I ran a hand through my hair before nervously chewing on the pen cap. In frustration I crumpled up that piece of paper and decided to switch to pencil. It was too silent, so I put my headphones in. Finn's favorite artist, Da truth's 'Fantasy' came on.

Forward,

They say that when you don't have words to say you sing a song. I guess if there's one thing I learned in glee club it's that this is true. Words come and go like time, and like tears people speak to moments of our lives that we will never get back. I'm not here to share my story. As you know, bits and pieces of that story have added to the scar that I wear on my heart. But, this letter is to acknowledge the journey and the destination that those scars lead to. I am no mastermind. I realize that there is more to this life than sorrow, and I want to get on the road that takes down the path of happiness.

I know that in some way I have hurt everyone around me, and for that I am sorry. I lied, sometimes doubted, and took for granted the love that you have shown me, and now that I have to give all of that up to find my own path, I wish I had another moment to relive all of my mistakes. I guess I'm trying to saying I'll miss you. I'll miss the memories that I once took for granted. Today marks my new life. I'm not sure what that looks like, but I'm positive it won't include you.

Finn, if you get a chance to read this I'm sorry. Beth, if you find this I miss you. Shelby if you get this, thank you. And Puck, if this message finds you, know that I love you. I always have, and I always will. Take care of your heart while I'm gone because there's no telling when I'm coming back.

Quinn F

Satisfied with the letter, I sealed it. I didn't bother adding an address. Exhausted, I folded across my bed. Too weak to move, I fell asleep with my lamp on.

(Puck's point of view)

I didn't recognize the song playing on Pandora station, but I guess it wasn't important. I didn't realize when it got dark outside. I've been venting to Santana on her couch since 2PM.

I haven't heard from Shelby since. I sighed as my hands found my head.

"Wait, so you saw her today and she drove off to go see Beth?" San asked between sipping the liquor.

I nodded, and started tapping. In between jokes we managed to finish the ice cream, wings, and my fries before we spoke.

"Yep. Shelby called me. Well, she left a message on my phone." I paused.

"Puck! She doesn't know?" She said sarcastically.

I took a sip of the liquor.

"Nope."

"So, you're helping Shelby raise Beth, who Finn thinks is his, while Quinn ignores your existence."

I nodded.

"Yep." She snickered.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing." She stood up cleaning as she went on.

"San-"

"Puck, you're not your dad, and I respect it." She said quickly glancing away from my eyes.

"Every girl needs her father.." she trailed off, attempting to avoid the tears.

My arms found her small frame, and I just held her like a best male friend could, with love and honesty. Her hands cuffed my arms to hug me back when Pandora shuffled to Mali Music 'Beautiful.'

I put my lighter in the air for you

I see what you doing, yeah

I see what you're going through

Put my lighter in the air the truth is you're beautiful, beautiful

Now put your lighter in the air for us,

Everybody singin' together, sing a new song

Put your lighter in the air for love it's beautiful, beautiful

I kissed her forehead before resting my cheek on her hair. She just held onto me. Too afraid to let her go, I squeezed her tighter.