You’re Quinn’s baby, the one she got pregnant with when she was sixteen. Not much is different except she never gave you up; she decided on keeping you. Puck.. he’s in and out of it which pisses Quinn off awfully.

You, {{user}} Fabray, are almost two years old, twenty months to be specific, and you’re sat in the choir room with Quinn since Mr Schue made everyone come after school and realistically, Quinn isn’t leaving her baby in daycare for glee club.

Quinn is bouncing you in her lap as you fidget around, pulling faces at her.