So he smiled at the boyish baby jeans and took them from his father,

"They're cute." He put them in his basket, not missing the way his fathers face lit up. "Much better than the last pair you tried to get me to buy." Burt got a proud gleam in his eyes at his sons approval. Getting the OK from Kurt on clothing was like winning the super bowl. And for him to get it it was like the worlds worst team winning the super bowl, it doesn't happen.

Blaine watched the little father son moment from over by the onesies. Kurt had instructed him to find onesies for the baby to wear right after he was born. He'd asked the sales person right when Kurt had turned his back what size to get. 0- 10 weeks she said; so that's what he was looking at. Kurt had said to stick to blue, green, and brown. He'd said no white because babies were messy, and he didn't want anything that would stain too easy. Blaine had a small bundle of plain ones in his arm, two blue two green and two brown. he was looking for a different looking one so that the baby could have a onesy for every day of the week, and one of them having a cute picture or something.

He was flipping through the tiny hangers and saw the perfect one, it was light blue and in Brown writing said 'If You Think I'm Cute, You Should See My Dad.' Blaine picked it up and got a clever idea. He went over to the sew on patched and found one in brown. He took his finds over to the counter and laid them out, two blue, tow green, tow brown onesies and the one with writing, and a small brown S patch. She smiled and bagged them up, the total coming to a surprisingly small 15. 56. He looked at her quizzically,

"Everything's half priced when you pay with cash." she said, pointing to a small sign by the register. He chuckled and nodded,

"Good deal."

"I know right."

Quinn fiddled with the letter in her hands as she waited for the big black door to open. She looked around her, the townhouse was on the edge of a nice street. Trees of different shape and size created beautiful framing around the street edges and people chatted with their neighbors like they were best friends. What she assumed to be kids of the neighborhood were all in one yard huddled around a slip 'n' slide. They were all different ages and races, all playing happily together.

She smiled, thinking that she made the right choice. The door opened to reviel Shelby Corcoran. She seemed taken aback to see her daughters birth mother on her doorstep. Her heart sank for a moment,

"Quinn? Is everything alright?" She asked cautiously, afraid of the answer. Quinn smiled sadly, trying to assure the woman she wasn't here to cause problems.

"Everything's fine. I just wanted to know if I could give you a note for Beth to read when she's older. That is if you are going to tell her she's adopted. I-it's fine if you're not, I just figured-"

"Would you like to come in?" Quinn stopped and looked past her at the little girl in the playpen, her brown curls bouncing against her head. She forgot how to speak and found herself being brought inside by the woman who was raising her baby. Shelby lent over the pen and picked up the squirming one year old. She held her out to Quinn, "Go ahead Quinn. You can hold her." Quinn set the envelope on the antique end table next to the sofa and took the little girl in her arms. Beth looked up at the strange new woman and let out a series of confused baby words.

Quinn felt tears prickle at her eyes and for a moment she regretted letting her go, then she looked over at Shelby who was watching her baby girl. And she realized that Beth had a wonderful mom.

"Quinn, you will always be her mother."

"But I'll never be the mom she'd need. I can't. I'm glad she has you." The dark haired woman smiled and Quinn gave the cooing baby back to her, watching as Shelby blew raspberries into her chubby baby tummy. She smiled and held the letter out to her, "If she ever has questions, the answers are in here."

"Are you saying you won't come looking for her later?" Quinn shook her head,

"She's yours. It's not my place. I may be her mother, but I will never be her mom."

Quinn looked back at the brick house as she walked to her red Toyota. She felt a pang in her heart, but a weight off her shoulders. She may have felt bad about giving her up when Kurt told her he was keeping his, she'd felt like he was a better person than her, stronger. But looking back, Kurt has the support of his family, and he can be what Quinn couldn't have, had she kept Beth. She'd made the decision that was right for her situation, and Beth would benefit from it. She didn't have any regrets as she drove away.

Kurt laid back onto the bed, the day was long. They'd set up the whole nursery. The walls were painted a light green with dark oak furniture and dark blue bedding and curtains. They put away all the clothing and it was past midnight.

Blaine had said he had a present for him, and he needed to use Kurts sewing machine. So Kurt was waiting in their bedroom for his boyfriend to finish whatever his mind was concocting. He smiled to himself, he really did have the best boyfriend ever. He was so sweet and caring and always put Kurt first.

He heard foot steps padding down the hall and his door opened to show Blaine, with his hand behind his back holding something. The dark haired boy smiled and walked over to Kurt and pulled a onesy from behind his back. It was light blue and in brown writing read 'If You Think I'm Cute, You Should See My Dads.' He smiled, you could tell that the S had not been there before. He smiled as tears flowed out of his eyes and he pulled Blaine into a hug.

"So you like it?" The boy with curly hair asked self consciously,

"It's perfect baby."