(Puck's Point of view)

Ding Dong!

"Is that my precious Beth?" The feisty Latina shouted before we could make it past the doorstep.

"Santa!" Beth screamed jumping into her arms.

I cracked up to myself. I knew that once Beth learned how to pronounce Santa that that nickname would stick, at least for a while anyway.

Santana didn't seem to mind, as she showered Beth with kisses.

"Do I get some love?" I asked jokingly.

Santana rolled her eyes.

"No text, no call in a month! You're lucky I'm letting you inside." She threatened jokingly.

I embraced her, taking in the scent of her lotion. I missed my best friend.

It wasn't easy moving farther west, but when I transferred High schools around the time that Finn and Quinn gave up Beth, we needed to be somewhere where they wouldn't run into us. So, Shelby and I found me a new apartment that was a good enough distance from McKinley, and not too far from her place.

"Come on in! I have so many plans for my niece, so I hope you have gas in your tank because you're driving." She said satisfied at how that came out.

Beth giggled.

Sure enough, after waiting about five minutes, the Latina had me trailing her and Beth for the whole day.

…..

5 hours later

It was finally nice to be on the couch with a cold beer watching Beth Sleep. I know Santana loves her niece, but even Beth was tired after a facial, manicure and pedicure, food and a shopping trip at the mall.

She started nodding off halfway through the movie 'Home.' I couldn't help but hum along to the song in the movie, Cannonball.

"It's getting late. Are you up for the drive back home?"

I sighed.

She laughed smacking my knee and taking the last sip of my beer, just like the good old days.

"How are things?" She pried.

"Finn is back at McKinley." I said calmly.

"What?"

I folded my hands.

"My sister said he's helping with Glee club. Apparently, he's a teacher." I added.

Santana brought her knees up to her chin, thinking before saying.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know." I said honestly.

"Beth has a life with us. I'm not letting anyone take that away from her. She's lost way too much." I defended. I clenched my fists stressed.

Santana got up and grabbed my face in between her hands before promising "we won't lose her again." I pulled her into a bear hug, hoping that she was right.

The silence was interrupted when Beth coughed in her sleep. I rubbed her back until her cough disappeared.

"She's been asking for Quinn." I mentioned when Beth's breathing returned to normal.

Santana stood, grabbing a blanket for the three of us to share.

"What did she say?"

"She asked why Quinn left, and I told her the truth: that Quinn was afraid of being a disappointment." San nodded as if pleased with that answer.

"It sounds like there's more." She said bluntly. I nodded.

"She asked if Quinn loved us and I told her that she cared so much that she made Shelby her God mommy to take care of her while Quinn is gone."

She sighed and rubbed my shoulder.

"She fell asleep in my arms that night and something told me that if I didn't do anything that Quinn would miss out, so I wrote her a letter introducing Beth to her." I finished, not even daring look at Santana.

"Okay, now you're officially crazy. If you don't want to lose Beth, I'd recommend not letting Quinn know that you're raising her. She'd never forgive you." She paused, thinking.

"Unless, you put the letter in Shelby's name and make it seem like they're coming from her instead."

She had a point.

"Think about it. Quinn visited Beth every weekend until she left for Yale. She never told Finn that she would see Beth because they promised that once they gave her up that they would not look for her or visit her until Beth was old enough to ask. It was dumb, but I guess that was her way of holding onto the life she could have had."

"Why would Shelby give Quinn updates? Wouldn't that seem weird to you? I asked.

"No, not if you need child support." She said casually. I squeezed my hand over my mouth trying not to crack up. Santana chuckled herself.

"No, but seriously, you did the right thing, and to be honest I think she needs help remembering who she left behind." San trailed off looking at Beth the way that any aunty would look at their niece, with love and remorse for what might come.

I kissed the top of her hair, before settling for silence.

If only they knew the fight that I would put up for my daughter.

…

I woke up to the smell of French toast and maple syrup.

It wasn't hard to figure out that Beth and Santana let me sleep in. From the laughter and the food, I found out that my mom and my sister came with breakfast.

Did I forget to text my sister that we were coming this weekend?

I stretched before following the noise.

"Noah, nice to see that you're well rested." Mom teased before embracing me.

"Hey Puck! I rearranged your closet in your old room. I needed more space for my things." My sister said beaming. I smirked challenging her.

"Oh yeah? Bummer, I guess I'll need to find a new place to keep my stash." I said with a smug look on my face.

She hit my arm, begging me not to tell mom about her weed stash that I found last month. Santana turned around hiding her laughter. Beth was just as clueless as mom.

"It smells good. Did you ladies save some for me?" I said as I took a plate.

"Yes. Take as much as you want Noah honey. I used the honey wheat bread this time when I cooked it.' My mom beamed. My sister shook her head before reaching for her phone.

"Gotta go. Joey is here." She said before kissing Beth on the head and hugging Santana.

"Puck, I need a ride somewhere." Santana suggested. Mom smiled before continuing to say "you two have fun. Beth and I are going to keep each other's company today."

…..

(Quinn's Point of view)

RIINNNGGG!

I jumped out the bed, hoping that it was Daniel, but it wasn't.

It was mom. This was the fourth time she called this week. I sighed.

"Hi mom."

"Good morning Quinny! Did I wake you?" I yawned pulling back the sheets.

"No, no. You didn't." I said grabbing my pants and checking my watch. It was 9:37AM, which meant that I was late if I didn't leave the apartment by 10A. Great.

I ran my fingers through my messy hair, hoping that for once my mom would just get to the point.

"Quinn, we have to talk." My mom said a little to abruptly.

I froze preparing for the worst. She never called me Quinn unless she was mad or serious.

"What is it mom?"

"It's your father and I." She fell silent for a while.

"We're getting a divorce."

I didn't realize how much hearing her say it out loud hurt me. I bit my lip, attempting to fight back the tears.

I was tired of crying over failed relationships, over miscommunications that caused those relationships to fail, especially since I've already been down that road with so many people.

"I need you to come home and help me sort a few things out. We're selling the house."

Her last statement caught me off guard.

"What?! No, mom. We've lived there since I was a child. Where am I supposed to go for the holidays? How do I figure out who's house to celebrate at? That's awkward, and dysfunctional." I said frustrated. She couldn't have honestly believed that this wouldn't finish off our family?

"Quinn, it's time we go our separate ways. He has another family to take care of. Another woman, and her kids. I used to make up excuses for his drinking but now I get it. This isn't the life he wants." She finished. She sounded tired, or defeated maybe.

In all my years of living under the same roof as my mom, I never once found her this vulnerable and honest. It almost scared me. I didn't know this woman on the other end of my phone.

"I loved you and your father. There was a time where I would have done anything for you two, but now it's time to do what's best for me."

I closed my eyes, resenting that at 50 my mom chose to walk away from her family to find her own happiness.

If only I had that chance.

"Ok mom. I'll book a flight from New York and tell my boss that I'm taking off. I love you. I have to go!" I rushed before hanging up.

I glanced up at the clock panicking when it hit me that today was Wednesday, and that I didn't have work until tomorrow.

I sighed, relieved. I glanced at my phone, wondering if I should call my mom back, or if I should call Daniel.

I haven't heard from him in a few days, well ever since he found out about Beth.

I was getting out of the shower, when he held up a picture of me and her when she was first born. I cringed, because I knew that my perfect little life was about to end, and like I predicted it did.

Daniel was upset that I lied, I was upset that I still had the picture and now I was alone in our apartment that we shared ever since graduating from Yale.

Life sucked.

I missed Daniel. I didn't want to have to face what I left behind or who I left. I wanted to start over with Daniel. I needed to.

Frustrated, I escaped the huge apartment to get a front row seat in my favorite café when I saw Daniel on stage with his guitar.

I held my breath, not knowing what to expect.

Heaven only knows where you've been

But I don't really need to know

I know where you're going to go

On my heart where you're resting your head

And you just look so beautiful

It's like you were an angel

I smiled, mesmerized by the man I call my boyfriend, when suddenly, Puck's face flashed before my eyes.

Can I stop the flow of time?

Can I swim in your divine?

Cause I don't think I'd ever leave this place?

Before he could see me, I ducked out the small café and leaned up against the building with my eyes closed, wishing to make all the memories go away.

(Santana's point of view)

"I really hope you have diarrhea or something. You've been in there for an hour." I complained. I knew I shouldn't have worn my new heels today. My feet were killing me.

We were inside the post office, but Puck wouldn't come out of the bathroom, so after an hour I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I barged in the men's restroom, watching as two men at the urinals attempted to cover themselves.

Nothing I haven't seen before boys I thought as I smiled to myself.

"Puckerman, are you in there?" I shouted hearing the door close behind me as the two men ran out.

Suddenly, a nervous Puck unlocked the stall door.

"I changed my mind." He said before I could object.

"What?! We've been here for an hour! What do you mean you?"

He laughed.

"I'm kidding." He smirked but I could tell by his fidgeting that he was still nervous.

Annoyed, I snatched the letter from him before leaving the men's room.

(Finn's Point of view)

It was warm today, so I went for a jog around my old block.

I needed some space.

I didn't know how to tell Kurt that, so I grabbed earbuds and left.

I guess it was no accident that I ended up in front of Quinn's house. I stood in the driveway imagining her red BMW being parked there, daydreaming about my first love like it was yesterday.

I sighed, remembering all the good things about her, about high school, when I heard a truck pull up behind me.

"Mail!" The man shouted as he dropped the mail in the box at the edge of the driveway. I waved awkwardly to the man, when I noticed a letter fall to the ground.

He must have dropped it by mistake, I thought.

Bending over to grab it, I shook when I read who it was from.

To Quinn from Shelby.

Why would Shelby send Quinn a letter?

And then it hit me, it was about our daughter.