I know, those of you who follow Milestones and Stepping Stones probably think I suck. I've lost my muse and I'm waiting for something to bring it back. I did, however, come up with this idea earlier today. It's loosely based off of the movie Uptown Girls. I don't know if this idea has been done before, I don't usually read or write Quinn&Beth fanfiction. But hopefully this is fairly new. And I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Uptown Girls

Quinn woke up in the afternoon. She missed her alarm clock again. Not like she had anywhere to be, but if she wanted to find a job, she had to learn to start getting up earlier.

"Gotta get a new alarm clock."

She threw the covers off of her, exposing her skin to the sunlight and cool breeze coming through her open window. Living in the city was nice. She loved her studio apartment. Though, the constant Manhattan traffic was always disturbing. A string of car honks and angry shouts flew up through her window from the streets. Quinn rolled her eyes and slid the window pane down, locking it.

Her landline rang from its perch on the living room wall, a few yards away. An unknown number flashed on the small screen as she ran to see who it was.

"If it's important, they'll leave a message," she thought to herself as she made herself some coffee. The apartment wasn't very big, so she would be able to hear the message from the kitchen. She listened to her own smooth voice as it told the caller to leave a message. She was about to pour some skim milk into her coffee, but froze when she heard the voice on the machine.

"Hello, Quinn. This is Shelby. Shelby Corcoran. I know this is weird and unexpected, but I was told that you were here in the city, and I was wondering if you could come down to my office to discuss a matter involving Beth."

At the mention of her biological daughter's name, Quinn's grip on the thin milk jug tightened.

"We'll discuss it further if you come, but I would appreciate if you would give me a call back at this number. I suppose if you get this at a decent time this afternoon, I can pencil you into my schedule for later today, but working around it later would be rather-"

She couldn't take it anymore. If it had to do with Beth, she couldn't avoid it like she did almost everything else. She dropped the milk onto the counter and ran to the phone.

"Hello? Shelby?"

"Quinn?"

"Yea, it's me. How are you?" the blonde paced in her spot, nervously.

"I'm fine, thank you for asking. How are you?"

"Same. I'm fine. What's going on with Beth?"

"I'd prefer to discuss it in person, if it's alright with you. Would you be able to make it to 1026 34th Street in about three hours?"

Her eyebrows knit together, confused as to what Shelby could possibly want to discuss in private. But she was free for the rest of the day, so she put on a shaky smile and sighed into the receiver, "Of course. I'll be there. Will Beth be there, or…?"

"Oh no, no, no," the older woman stated quickly, "This is my office, Beth will be at home around that time."

"Oh," Quinn's face dropped a little, "That's fine. I was just wondering. I'll definitely be there."

"Great. See you soon."

"Bye."

She clicked the phone off and tried to analyze what just happened. Shelby had called. Shelby Corcoran. The woman she tried to sabotage six years ago. The woman who slept with Puck. Rachel's mom. The woman who adopted her daughter. She tried to let all that go once she graduated high school. Leave all the negatives behind. Beth could never be a negative, but she had to let her go once again. She had only seen Beth twice in her life. Once when she was born, of course, then when she and Puck babysat.

"Does she know who I am?"

It had been seven, almost nine years since she gave birth to her daughter. In fact, it had been eight years, nine months, and twelve days. Her little girl would be turning nine in just a few months. And she'd missed so much. She never heard her first words, saw her first steps, sent her off on her first day of school. She was a mother. Just not a mom. And it hurt. But she was the one who decided on closed adoption, so she had no right to be upset with anyone but herself.

She had about two and a half hours until she had to leave to see Shelby. 34th Street was a few blocks away, so she could just walk. If she tried to get a cab, she would more than likely be late. After downing her coffee and cereal, Quinn took a long hot shower. The shower was where she did her most intense thinking. What if something happened? What if Shelby wanted to introduce her to Beth as who she really was: her mother.

A little while longer after standing under the lukewarm spray, Quinn got herself ready, finding herself so shaken, she could barely apply her mascara without poking herself in the eye. She perfected it, eventually. Pulling a navy blue cardigan over her white sundress, she glanced at her clock. She still had another thirty minutes before she had to leave. When she was nervous, it wasn't easy for Quinn to occupy her thoughts and distract herself. Usually by the time it took her to relax, it was time for her to leave.

And that's exactly what happened.

Just as she got comfortable on her red leather sofa, engrossed in an episode of What Not To Wear, it was time to go. She grabbed her purse, keys, and sunglasses and made her way out of the apartment; Taking deep breaths on her way down the staircase.

The walk to 34th Street was simple. She just had to avoid the sidewalk cracks and pot holes on the way there. She's already had two pairs of heels break because of those damn things. When she found herself in front of the tall building, Quinn eyed the list of names, scanning her finger down for Corcoran. Just like an apartment building, she pressed the button next to her name, waiting for the buzz that granted her access.

The elevator ride to the tenth floor was painfully slow. She wanted to know what was up. Wringing her fingers, Quinn searched for the correct door. At the end of the hall on the left, a wooden door labeled "Corcoran" presented itself to her. After a few seconds of hesitation, she finally brought her hand up to the doorknob, letting herself in with a few soft knocks.

"Ms. Corcoran?"

Good start? It'll get better, I swear.