A/N: I know that I should not be starting a new story especially since I haven't finished my other three stories but I couldn't help it. This popped into my head and I couldn't help but write it. I have no clue how long it will be, part of me wants it to be short and sweet but another part has million ideas going so it might be longer. Anyway, I hope to be better at updating this story as well as my other ones. I really hope you like this story. I feel like many people have written stories about Quinn somehow regaining custody of Beth in someway but we rarely get Beth's point of view, this story will hopefully give us just that. The story will be primarily written from Beth's POV and Quinn's but I may through in Shelby occasionally. Please review and let me know what you think so that I can make this story better for you my readers. Thank you in advance for your support. Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of it's characters. Glee belongs to it's creators and FOX.

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Ch. 1

I never thought I would be sitting here next to my mother's bed waiting to see if she was going to live or die, well at least not yet any way. Twelve year olds aren't suppose to be thinking about funerals and what life will be like without their parents, no that isn't supposed to happen until I'm in my forties or fifties with a family of my own, yet here I am in the University of Pennsylvania Hospital gripping my unconscious mother's hand praying to whatever deity is up there that she will live, that she will come back to me and our life will go back to normal. That it will once again be the two of us, the dynamic duo against the world.

It's been two days since I found her lying on the ground unresponsive with spilt soup everywhere on the kitchen floor. Two days since the paramedics whisked her away in the ambulance, two days since the doctors told me that my 48 year old mother suffered a massive stroke and they weren't sure if she would make it and even if she did it was likely that she would have several severe side effects, two days since I became a ward of the state and was sent to a foster home.

No this was definitely not how I saw my life turning out. How was I supposed to deal with this? What was going to happen to me? Would I bounce around from foster home to foster home until I was eighteen, like George who's at the home I am in now. That prospect scared me so much. Mom had to be okay I refused to be an orphan, I'd escaped that fate once; no way was it going to be my fate now.

"Beth?" I turned when I heard my social worker, Ms. Eva call me. She was a tall woman, probably five foot nine, ridiculously skinny. She had medium length mousy brown hair, kind but slightly sad brown eyes, a tight smile, and no sense of humor. She wore a grey skirt suit with a blue and white striped oxford cloth shirt and two inch high black heels.

"Yes?" I replied as I turned my attention back to my mom. I really didn't want to look away, afraid that if I did she would slip away from me forever. I heard the click of Ms. Eva's heels on the linoleum floor as she step up behind me. "We've found your guardian." Yeah that was Ms. Eva, no nonsense straight to the point.

"Guardian? I have one?" I was surprised by this, my mom was an only child and my grandparents were both dead, Papi had died just last year actually.

"Yes, your mother had explicit directions in her living will as to whom you should be placed in the custody of if should she die or become incapacitated and unable to care for you properly." Ms. Eva was lucky I was an intelligent, slightly nerdy, twelve year old and understood everything she said to me. I doubt many young kids would have.

"Who?" For a second I thought maybe it was Rachel Berry, my mom's biological daughter, but they didn't speak often, just the obligatory phone call during Hanukkah, mother's day, and Rachel's birthday. I understood Rachel's reluctance to get too close to my mom, but it still upset me to see how much it hurt mom that she couldn't have a better relationship with her oldest daughter. As for Rachel and my relationship, it didn't exist. Not that I cared. So no it wouldn't be Rachel, there was no way Shelby would place me in Rachel's care, she wouldn't do that to either of us.

"Quinn Fabray." My heart literally stopped in my chest, then it ached like I'd never felt before as I heard my own biological mother's name fall from Ms. Eva's lips. Yes I was well aware that I was adopted, it was kind of obvious considering I had honey blonde hair, hazel eyes that often shifted to green, and ivory skin while my mom was a brunette, had dark brown eyes, and olive skin. We couldn't look more different. I was ten when mom sat me down and told me that my favorite actress, who played my favorite Disney Princess Elza, was actually my birth mother; that the insanely beautiful woman who was plastered all over magazines and billboards and buses had given birth to me and then given me away. I get why she did it, Mom carefully explained that Quinn had only been sixteen when she had me; that she had been disowned by her own parents and was essentially homeless bouncing around from friend's house to friend's house. Yeah so I got it, Quinn was stuck between a rock and a hard place and she had wanted to do what was best for me so she gave me away to someone she trusted and knew would love me. I also know that Quinn talks to Mom monthly and that Mom sends her pictures of me, but we've never met and never talked. I don't know why and frankly I've been to afraid to ask Mom why and I don't want to hurt mom's feelings and make her think I don't love her or see her as my mom by asking to get to know Quinn.

"What?" I knew my disbelief and surprise as well as fear was written all over may face because Ms. Eva placed a gentle hand on my shoulders. "She's right out in the waiting room. She looks quiet nervous but I think excited. She literally took the red eye here from Germany where she was doing a press junket." Ms. Eva shrugged but smiled, "I take it you haven't met her before?"

"No."

Ms. Eva smiled again and squeezed my shoulder, "I'll be right there with you." Okay so maybe Ms. Eva wasn't so horrible at her job.

I hesitated a moment before entering the waiting room and in a moment of vulnerability I'd never experienced before I slipped my hand into Ms. Eva's. It was her job to protect me and in that moment I really needed that.

My first climes of my birth mother in person was of her back as she paced back and forth, her long fingers repeatedly raking through long velvety blonde hear that fell beyond her shoulders.

"Ms. Fabray." Ms. Eva called her attention. Quinn turned and my breath caught as hazel green eyes fell on me. She was even more gorgeous in person than in the magazines I'd seen. Her skin was flawless, her lips a rosy pink. I could tell she wore no makeup, and frankly that was a bit unfair like seriously how can someone look that amazing with no help. She was tall but not nearly as tall as Mom or Ms. Eva, I guessed about five foot six. She wore straight leg dark blue jeans with a flowing loosely knit sweatshirt with a tight white tank underneath. Navy blue Spares adorned her feet. Small pearl earrings doted her ears and a gold cross lay on her chest just below her collar bones. I took in her physical appearance quickly before focusing on her eyes again. They seemed to be shifting rapidly from hazel to green with each new second. I'd never seen such eyes before, well obviously I'd seen the color, they were mine, but there was something else about her eyes as peered into them. They were so overwhelmingly sad but there was a little spark too as they rested on me. It confused me so I blink to disconnect our gaze.

"Ms. Eva." Quinn greeted as she shook my social workers hand but I noticed her gaze never left me. Her voice was quiet and raspy, there was nasally quality to it that would be perhaps a turn off for most people, but on Quinn who looked so perfect, this little flaw made her even more intriguing. "Beth, Hi I am Quinn, I'm uh…" She faltered a minute, I could guess what she was going to say but she probably wasn't sure if I knew the truth yet or if she did maybe she was being sensitive and didn't want to say mother. Whatever.

"My biological mother, I know." Okay so maybe I sounded a little short and harsh but give me some slack, my real mom was lying not twenty or thirty feet from us fighting for her life.

A look of hurt flashed through Quinn's face I think but it was so quick I couldn't really be sure. She seemed to straighten in front of me. "Yes, yes I am. You can call me Quinn though if you like."

Of course I was going to call her Quinn, she isn't my mother, at least not in the ways it really matter.

"Sure. So what's going to happen now? I mean you live in LA or something like that right are we going there?" I really really hoped not, Mom was here in Philly and I didn't want to leave her, she could wake at any moment and need me.

"I do have a home in LA, but I don't really live there unless I am filming. I actually live in New Haven." I shouldn't be surprised by that, I remember mom saying something about Quinn going to Yale and falling in love with the area. Though it was a hell of a lot closer than Los Angeles I still didn't want to be eight or more hours form mom.

"But we won't be going there, for right now we'll be staying in your apartment and well we'll decide on what to do later after we see how much recovery your Mom makes." Quinn smiled gently at me. Okay that was good, I was staying in Philly with Mom.

Quinn turned her attention to Ms. Eva, "Is there anything I need to do or sign?"

"Yes, but we can fill those out tomorrow. You are free to take Beth now if you'd like. I have arranged for her bag to be dropped off at her house in the morning. Beth do you have keys to your house on you?"

"Yes, they are in my sling bag." I replied. Ms. Eva nodded. "Alright, I will see you two in the morning. If either of you needs anything please don't hesitate to call." Ms. Eva squeezed my hand that I forgot was still holding hers and then left. I suddenly felt panicked as I realized that it was just us now, me and Quinn. Oh crap.

"Um, I know visiting hours are almost done, do you want to sit with your mom a few moments before we leave?" Quinn looked just a petrified as me. What the hell did she need to be afraid of, it's not like she was going home with the woman who gave her up.

"Yeah I want too."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

I bit my lip in thought, part of me wanted to say hell no but another part of me felt like I needed to see how she reacted to seeing mom. "Please."

Together we walked silently to Mom's room, I entered without thought but when I sat in my chair I noticed Quinn had hesitated outside the door. I could she her hands wringing together and her lips moving slightly and then she was in the room head held high. I watched as she came into view of mom, her stride barely halting a moment before swiftly continuing. She rounded Mom's bed and sat in the opposite chair. Her eyes never left Mom's still form. As she sat her hand reached out and took Mom's. She said nothing so neither did I.

We sat there silently until the nurse told us it was time to leave. I rose form my spot and leaned over kissing Mom's cheek, "I love you Mom and I will be back tomorrow." I didn't care if Quinn planned to bring me again or not, I was going to be here every day until Mom woke up if I had too. I turned to leave when I realized Quinn wasn't following me, I turned back and say Quinn leaning in close to Mom, she was whispering into Mom's ear but I couldn't hear a word she was saying until Quinn pulled back and I could hear Quinn's faint voice, "I'm here now Shelby and I promise I will take as good of care of her for you as you did for me."

I ducked my head spun on my heels and walked out the door, I didn't want to hear a word Quinn said to Mom, because that's all they were, words. Soon Quinn was beside me. "Shall we?"

I shrugged and we started to walk. As I reached Quinn's car, an Audi A6, I couldn't help but wonder once again why this was all happening to me. I didn't know and I sure didn't like it.

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