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By the time Quinn made it to glee that afternoon, she was near tears from exhaustion. True, her mother and Rachel had been nothing but supportive since she'd brought Beth home from the hospital. They would gladly take the baby if Quinn asked to nap, as would Puck. But she didn't ever ask. She was Quinn Fucking Fabray, and she did not beg for naps. Still….

"Quinn? Honey?" Rachel whispered.

"Hmm?" Quinn blinked a few times.

"I could pinch her, if you want…." Mercedes smiled.

"Don't even think about it." Quinn reached down for her water bottle (which was currently full of Red Bull) and took a long swig as Mr. Schuester walked in.

"Alright guys! I know these last two weeks are going to be crazy for you all, so we're going to have one last assignment, due on the first day of Glee Camp. Before we get into that, though, I think Kurt wanted to make an announcement. Kurt," he said, nodding.

"Rachel, Quinn, on behalf of the rest of the club, I'd like to say that you are awesome. Insane, but awesome. You have a room full of friends willing and able to babysit, and you haven't taken advantage of that once! Beth is a year old now, and it's high time Quinn got to sleep through a night. Thus, we are proclaiming the first two weeks of summer 'FaBerry Vacation Time'. We've pooled all of the members who are cool with babysitting, and we're going to take turns watching Beth while you guys swim, or chill, or sleep."

"Or have lots of kinky sex," Santana added with a wink.

"Look, guys, I appreciate the offer, but—"

"But nothing, Q," Santana said. "You look like an extra in a zombie movie, and the Dwarf permanently smells like baby lotion. You're taking a break."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Fine, but how is this going to work? Have any of you even babysat before? What are you guys going to do?"

"Simple," Artie supplied. "For the next two weeks, we'll shadow you. Then, the week before Glee camp, you can both chill, and we'll pair up and look after Beth."

"Why don't I get a vacation?" Puck asked.

"Because you only have Beth on the weekends, baby-daddy," Mercedes answered. "You're not the one losing sleep."

"Or pumping breast milk like you're preparing for the apocalypse," Quinn added. She caught Mr. Schue's face and smiled. "Sorry, Mr. Schue…overshare."

"It's okay. So, everything settled?" he asked.

Quinn looked over at Rachel, who was smiling brightly at her. "As long as you promise to let my mom step in if you're feeling crazy…."

"Already talked to her," Santana said, smiling. "And she's totally down with the plan."

"Awesome," Schuester said. "That, actually, brings me to the assignment. Kurt and Tina are going to help me with a song real fast."

The two walked to the front, and the music began to play.

She grew up with
The children of the stars
In the hollywood hills and the boulevard
Her parents threw big parties
Everyone was there
They hung out with folks like
Dennis Hopper, Bob Seeger, Sonny and Cher

Now, she feels safe
In this bar on fairfax
And from the stage I can tell that
She can't let go and she can't relax
And just before
She hangs her head to cry
I sing to her a lullaby, I sing

Everything's gonna be all right
Rockabye, Rockabye
Everything's gonna be all right
Rockabye, Rockabye
Rockabye

She still lives with her mom
Outside the city
Down that street about a half a mile
And all her friends tell her
She's so pretty
But she'd be a whole lot prettier
If she smiled once in a while
`Cause even her smile
Looks like a frown
She's seen her share of devils
In this angel town

But, everything's gonna be all right
Rockabye, Rockabye
Everything's gonna be all right
rockabye, rockabye
rockabye

I told her I ain't so sure
About this place
It's hard to play a gig in this town
And keep a straight face
Seems like everyone here's got a plan
It's kind of like nashville with a tan, but,

Everything's gonna be all right
rockabye, rockabye
Everything's gonna be all right
rockabye, rockabye

Everything's gonna be all right
Rockabye, rockabye
Everything's gonna be all right
Rockabye, rockabye, rockabye

The rest of the group clapped as Kurt and Tina sat back down, and Mr. Schuester put his guitar away. "Okay guys," he said. "Your assignment is lullabies."

"Mr. Schue…that song was awesome and everything," Finn said, "But it isn't really a lullabye."

"I'm not talking about the real, nursery-rhyme types," Schue said. "I mean songs that you can put a spin on. You know this group is all about making music our own," he added with a smile. "Think about Pink—her song Perfect. When that came out, a lot of people suspected that it was written for her daughter. The song itself isn't a lullaby in the typical sense, but you get that feeling when you listen to it. That's what we're looking for. Everyone good? Any questions?"

"We flying solo, or is this a group thing?" Mercedes asked.

"Either," he answered with a smile. "Surprise me. And be thinking of possible themes for Glee Camp!"


"Are you okay?" Rachel asked as they pulled away from Lima Kids Daycare.

"Fine. I'm just kind of in shock from Glee," Quinn told her. "I knew they were cool with babysitting, but I didn't expect…."

"I know," Rachel agreed. "But this will be great. And you can catch up on your sleep."

When they got back to the house, Judy had already left for her salsa dance lessons. There was an envelope on the table that had their names on it. Rachel set Beth down in her high chair and poured out some Gerber Puffs for her before picking it up. "Quinn?"

"What is that?" Quinn asked, coming over.

"I don't know." She opened the envelope and pulled out a note. Wrapped inside of it was two airplane tickets. "Girls," she read, "when your friends talked to me about babysitting Beth, I thought I'd give you a better vacation than the parks of Lima. These are tickets to Chicago. I've already booked your hotel as well. We can talk more about it this weekend. I'll be back around nine. There's a casserole in the fridge—just heat the oven to 350, and put it in. XOXO, Nana Judy."

"Chicago?" Quinn squealed.

"WE CAN GO SEE WICKED!"

Beth looked up at the two of them with what was unmistakably Puck's "What the Flying Fuck" face.

Quinn laughed and picked her up. "Looks like you get to meet your…er…extended musical family," she told the baby. "Let's get dinner started."