On the rare occasion Puck actually got serious enough to mean stuff like he was saying now he usually got it pretty right. And this time was no exception. But Quinn wasn't entirely convinced. Her life, her beliefs, her chastity had gone out the window because of a few wine coolers and a fat day. It wasn't good. She worried that despite her good intentions she wouldn't be the mother Beth deserved at all. "You really mean that?" she asked warily. "I mean you don't think I'm a ...y'know...S.L.U.T" she spelled. She knew the baby couldn't understand the word of course but it was a curse word, and her baby wasn't going to hear those sorts of things until she was much much older.
Quinn had for a long time wondered if that was true and thats what she was, she'd long since accepted being a High School Bitch but Beth would never see that side of her, she and Puck would be good parents, she knew that better than she knew anything, even though she was scared of failing, even though she did sort of worry she was a slut, there was nothing she wouldn't do for her little girl and looking at Puck now, she knew he felt the exact same. Beth would be cared for, she'd be loved and Quinn would let her be whoever she wanted to be.
That, was how to be a parent. She'd just do everything her Dad didn't. Money only meant so much and maybe they couldn't offer Beth the world, but they'd fight to get it for her.