Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of glee, but I do own the story.

Moore Info: I've been thinking about doing this for a while now, so I decided to go ahead and do it. However, I would like to apologize in advance for spelling or grammar mistakes. I was never any good at that, but I do have a working imagination. With that being said, this is my first time ever writing for fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy.

Chapter One

It's 1:27 in the morning when Quinn wakes up to the sound of someone knocking on her front door. Letting out an annoyed sigh at the fact that she was interrupted from a particular kick-ass dream that involved her being a transformer, she grabs her black rimmed glasses and puts them on before lazily making her way to her front door, her feet dragging all the way. Flinging open the door with an annoyed expression, ready to curse out her unexpected visitor, she paused when she sees that nobody is there; the streets were empty and the night was silent save for those annoying ass crickets. Taking a step outside her door to get a better look, her foot met with an object that rocked slightly from touch. Startled, Quinn looked down to see, of what see thought, a basket of some sort completely covered by a snow white blanket that looked like it would feel glorious against her cheeks. Crouching down, Quinn hesitantly took off the soft blanket to be presented with the astonishing sight of a sleeping infant in a light blue car seat. Her eyes widened comically and her breath hitched as she took in the small child sleeping blissfully on her front porch.

The baby, who was obviously a newborn because of the fact that they still had its hospital ban still around their tiny wrist, was wearing a white onesie with matching booties on their tiny feet. The baby had sandy-blond hair that stuck out in odd places, caramel colored skin that was littered lightly with freckles on their face; mostly their sharp nose and across their cheeks. Quinn could make out a flash of dimples when the infant suddenly scrunched their nose before sucking on their bottom lip. Shaking her head, Quinn finally took notice of the manila folder that was tucked to the right side of the child, who shivered when a breeze came over them. Seeing the shiver, Quinn stood up and took one last quick look up and down the dark streets for the mysterious stork before bending down to carefully pick up the child filled car seat and slowly brought them inside the house and into her moon lit living room. She placed the car seat down in front of her couch on the coffee table before sitting down heavily on the couch.

Quinn closed her eyes and took in a deep breath.

OK, what the hell is going on? Someone left me their freaking baby on my front porch! Who does that? And why the hell me? Quinn thought as she opened her eyes to stare at the sleeping infant whose chest slowly rose and fell.

Remembering the manila folder that was still tucked inside the car seat she quickly leaned forward and grabbed it then bent the metal clasps upward before opening the folder. Inside was a hand written letter on a piece of note book paper and a birth certificate for one River Quinn Fabray-fuck-whose parents are; Kasey Ann Ross, mother, and Lucky Quinn Fabray, father. Double fuck.

. . . ! Why the fuck didn't she tell me? Quinn thought as she stared at the official document with disbelieving eyes, her heart just about ready to beat out of her chest. She had a kid. This was her kid. Shit. Moving her eyes to the letter that had fallen to her lap, Quinn picked it up and read.

Quinn,

First, I would like to apologize for not telling you that I was pregnant. I knew that if I did, you would have once again tried to save me so you, I, and our child (and yes, she is yours) could live as one happy family in that big house of yours. Although, I'd like to think had things been different maybe I would have wanted that for us, but sadly, things are as they are and meant to be.

Second, I also want to apologize for just dropping her off the way I did. We both know how much of a coward I can be, so it should come as no surprise when I say I couldn't face you or the eyes you would have given me because I surly would have crumpled yet again. You would have taken care of me- and our baby-yet again, and in the end I would have left you in disappointment yet again. Either way, you still would end up taking care of River, and I know you will because you're good like that. But still, I want to ask you to take of our daughter even though I can't. And just so you're wondering, she is healthy. I wasn't going to let my selfishness endanger her life.

-Kasey A. Ross

At the bottom, in different colored ink, was a post-script.

Oh, I forgot to mention she has a penis. Please make sure that she knows that that's not the reason I'm not with her. Let her know that I love her.

Shit, this was real. This baby, who she now knows was dropped off by her ex, was her daughter whom also was cursed with a penis just as she was twenty-three years ago. She couldn't help but feel guilt as she took a deep, shaky breath. Staring at River now, she couldn't help but see herself and Kasey, and with that brought memories of River's mother.

Moore Info: it's short, I know, but if you guys are interested I will post the other chapter after I'm done writing it, and that one is way longer. Please let me know what you guys think by reviewing.