"Quinn! You set fire to the piano!"
"So?" She replied, her voice void of all emotion.
"So you that's I" He was lost for words.
"What I think Mr. Schue is trying to say, Quinn, is that you can't just go around setting things on fire. It's a criminal offence, no matter how absurdly sexy you are." She wasn't.
"What?" Finn was shocked by her apparent gay, because she'd never shown any attraction to Quinn. Not ever.
"What?"
"'Absurdly sexy', Rach?" He was at a loss. Devastated, even.
"Well, yes. I mean look at her. The hair, the indifference, the clothes. That's leather, Finn."
"Um..."
"Leather."
"...Maybe burning this piano was a bad idea after all." Quinn pondered, licking her lips.
"Guh."
"Meet me in the girls' room in three minutes, Berry." She looked Rachel over with lustful eyes before exiting the choir room. Rachel stood in awe for about ten seconds before racing after her.
"Wanky." Santana commented approvingly.